flufftober day 28: "is that my hoodie?" / "...no?"
the dial tone goes once, twice. then, “whaddaya want, scrub? aren’t ya with–“
“i think rin might be cheatin’ on me,” osamu blurts out.
pause. then, “didn’t y’all just get together, like, three months ago?”
“yeah, but–“ he can’t find the right words to express the shock blossoming in his chest, huddling deeper in his hoodie, pilfered from rin’s closet, unable to take comfort in his scent when that is seared in his mind. “he’s got a pack o’ those, uh, things fer- fer girls. ya know, when they…bleed? what’s it called?”
“their period,” atsumu deadpans.
“yeah! yeah, that. he’s got pads, or somethin’, in his closet.”
“uh-huh.”
“it’s half empty.”
“okay.”
osamu resists the urge to throw his phone at the wall. “whaddaya mean, okay? s’means he keeps ‘em fer a girl, right? someone’s gotta use ‘em, an’ it ain’t him!”
“doesn’t he have a sister?”
“yeah, in aichi.”
there’s a squeak on the other side, likely atsumu leaning back in his chair. “maybe it’s fer family. don’t he got a cousin, or aunt, or somethin’ ‘round here?”
“just an aunt. ya think he’d keep pads fer an aunt?” osamu stops pacing, stares at the tree outside the window. funny how a minute ago, he was shivering from the cold, and now, he’s sweating like it’s the middle of summer. “this has ta mean there’s a girl involved. why else would he have ‘em?”
“i dunno, scrub, have ya tried askin’ him?”
“he ain’t here. i looked in his closet ta steal a hoodie when i found ‘em.” he shivers at the memory. “am i cooked, ‘tsumu? we just got together, an’ it ain’t gonna easy ta get over him–“
“yer makin’ me lose brain cells with yer idiot questions,” atsumu cuts in. “have ya ever seen sunarin with a girl? dude’s just as gay as ya are.”
osamu sinks onto the bed, adrenaline replaced with rationality. they spend a lot of time together in school, and afterwards, they often eat dinner at his house or study in suna’s dorm. the only time girls interact with them are during class discussions or group work.
“but why does he have ‘em?” he repeats, still confused out of his mind.
the door opens, and osamu jumps, dropping his phone. suna enters the room, half-lidded eyes widening slightly when he looks at him, carrying bags of chips and a bottle of tea. “is that…is that my hoodie?”
“uh.” he stares back dumbly. “no?”
he jumps at a cackling laugh rippling through the air, dives onto the floor to swipe his phone, ends the call before atsumu can say something dumb. he lets out a breath of relief, watches suna deposit the snacks on his table in exchange for his textbooks. “is everything okay?”
“uh…yeah. yeah, s’fine.”
“okay…well, i thought we could start with biology…”
“oh. sure.” the earlier conversation with atsumu echoes in his ears. osamu stays still, doesn’t move as suna sits cross-legged on the floor across from him, opens his textbook and notebook, grabs a pen from his pencil case. before he can press it onto the paper, osamu says, tentatively, “hey, rin.”
“mm?”
“are we, y’know…good? like, ya still like me, and stuff?”
suna gives him a look. “yeah? you think i’d get tired of you after three months, when we’ve spent literally every day since first year together?”
“yeah. yeah, that’s true. sorry,” he mumbles, reaching for his own study materials.
“why? are you tired of me?”
“no, no. i’m gay fer ya. very, accordin’ ta ‘tsumu.”
his boyfriend flips the page. “well, glad to have his input. you’re on the wrong unit, by the way.”
“oh. whoops.” osamu quickly flips to match suna’s page. he reaches over to steal a pen, scribbling the date and name of the unit at the top of the page.
they’re quiet for a few minutes, pens scratching against paper. osamu adjusts the hoodie sleeves, large enough to swallow him. now he understands the appeal of oversized clothes and the security it gives him, yet his eyes continue to drift to the closet and the accursed pack of pads…
“something on your mind?”
he startles. his boyfriend is looking at him with an unreadable expression, emerald eyes gleaming. osamu swallows. “i, uh, saw somethin’ in yer closet. when i got this.”
“oh. didn’t realize i left my porn magazines out.”
“no, no, it’s– ya have what?”
suna smirks. “nothing like having contraband on school property, right?” he lowers his pen, presses his hands together. “i assume you saw my pads.”
he says it so casually, words rolling off his tongue. osamu, unfortunately, can’t say anything, so he simply nods. “i was eavesdropping a bit outside,” suna continues, “while you were talking with atsumu. riri hasn’t had her first period yet, and the girls’ rooms are on the third floor. it’s…well. i…”
it’s rare for him to falter, on the brink of something monumental. osamu can sense it, remains still, keeps his full attention on him. suna drops his hands, looks at him in the eye. “i’m trans,” he says eventually. “i started t last year, but i still get my period sometimes. not often, like once every few months, but…yeah. i use them.”
“oh.” suddenly, it all makes sense, the way suna never changed with them, always showered separately, why he doesn’t like hugs. “oh.”
suna continues to stare at him expectantly. osamu leans over to touch his hand, says softly, “thank ya fer tellin’ me. an’, uh, sorry fer snoopin’ yer stuff. i shoulda just waited ta ask fer a hoodie.”
“it’s fine. you...you’re okay with this?”
“i mean, even if i ain’t, s’not like ya can stop.”
he lets out a hollow chuckle. “guess not. but like you said, you’re gay. it makes sense if you aren’t attracted to me.”
“o’ course i’m attracted ta ya.” osamu bypasses the books to crouch in front of him, leans forward until their foreheads touch. “yer a guy. even if ya weren’t, i’d probably still be attracted ta ya, ‘cause there’s no one else fer me. yer it, rin.”
suna doesn’t look at him, eyes lidded to hide his tears. “thank you.”
OIKAWA TOORU: be his brightest supporter. Show him you’re proud of all of him, not just the parts he shows you to make you like him more. Love the easy parts of this. Go to every game and sit front row, wearing his jersey if you want to see him horrifically embarrassed and far too cocky. He’ll smile extra wide, and make sure that everyone knows that it’s his s/o sitting front row. Let him pretend he’s not as surprised as he is, let him act like he really thinks all those things you shout about himself, and then watch him blush and smile sillily at nothing, shaking himself when he realises what he’s doing. See how he looks at you for every play, usually with the signature goofy smile, but sometimes deeper. When he’s about to serve and it seems like he’s trying to stare through your soul. Nod firmly. No room for doubt. I believe in you. But also know the hard parts. Be his biggest supporter on the court, but know that it won’t be the most important thing you do. Love the parts he doesn’t think are as interesting. The ugly alien shirts or the way he looks in the mornings, dishevelled and half asleep. Know he will say things he doesn’t mean, know that you will both get angry because people cross lines when they care. But also know that he will love you like sunlight, and he got damn good at seeing when he’s wrong. Support him at his highest, and when he’s sobbing on the couch holding an ice pack to a knee that won’t even let him walk up the stairs, let alone win a game. Tell him he can do it.
SAKUSA KIYOOMI: treat him softly, but don’t pity him. Learn how to have grace in your comfort, learn how to be kind and strong. Love his wit, his quiet thoughtfulness, and share yourself with him as fully as he will in time with you. Laugh hysterically at night as you stagger home, and smile at the pink on his cheeks, the way he slurs his words and sounds almost offended when you ask him if he really thinks you’re beautiful. Go to games and find him after, hold his hand in yours and let him give you his scarf as you walk to the bar and atsumu asks you a thousand questions about your enigma of a partner. Realise there’s depth in your quiet, gentle force of a lover, and enjoy the laughing and the filthy jokes over red wine and face masks and bad tv. Know he’s bad at asking for help when he wants it, and that pain is not all there is to a person, even when he’s calling at one am and his hips slipped out again and no one likes to feel useless when someone they love is hurting. It’s a hard thing to navigate, and sometimes two strong souls clash and you can’t fathom why he has to be so stubborn about his health, but try and remember that he will never shout at you, that he will always be in your corner, even if you’re wrong, that the man who bitches about celebrity gossip in a way that has you screaming is also the one holding heat packs to his wrists with his face in your neck. There is beauty and love in both those moments. But know which one is more important.
ATSUMU MIYA: let him teach you that there is profound joy in not taking things too seriously. In choosing to be kind. Let him make you laugh, and make him laugh with your own dry humour and witty one liners. Be dramatic with him and complain at length about other people and gossip like nobody’s business just for the fun of it. Let him buy you things you don’t need but want and see him be the one boyfriend who comes into the changing rooms with you and sits on the couch practically beaming and ways everything looks so sexy he’s gonna pass out. Be bold and loud and reassure each other that you’re never ever too much when someone loves you. But also be smart enough to realise that happy people have things that make them sad, and there is more to the person you love than just jokes and over enthusiasm. And love those parts of him too, look after him when he’s sad, when people snub his attempts at friendship, when his coach berates him on his reports bad writing and he has to get you to do it for him, mortified, the paper clutched in your hand. Tell him it doesn’t matter, running your hand through dyed hair, tell him to be honest. And all this will come together into something that really will feel like home, his sunflowers on the ledge of your window, his presence a bright constant, and you will never run out of things to laugh about.
SUNA RINTAROU: create something that feels like home. Know there’ve not been many spaces where he’s felt safe enough to be himself so take pride in being one of them. Make a big deal out of things: over the top birthdays, too large Christmas trees, and let him laugh and get excited in the way no one’s ever really seen before. He will love you profoundly gently and there is a whole word of delicate sketches and favourite books and mugs of tea waiting if you will only show him that you are something real and safe. Enjoy how protective he is, and how touchy at home and in public, hands in the crook of your arm or round your shoulders. Enjoy tracing the lines of his tatoos and the easy teasing to stay still as you dye his ends different colours. And yes know that in the beginning it might be hard to see all this, that he will be unwilling to share the reason he’s always found in sweatshirts that seem to swallow him whole. But just know that it is an incredibly sweet and rare thing, the way his nails dig into his palm as he mumbles how he thinks you’re amazing, and the first dates full of gentle silence and, slowly, shameless jokes, especially about people you know and hate. Know that home can be all the things you’ve always wanted.
relationship: osamu miya x trans man!rintarō suna x trans man!reader
genre(s):smut, hurt/comfort
word count: 4.5k
content warnings: referenced transphobia, toxic mother, sir honorific, daddy honorific, afab anatomy (reader and suna), praise, submissive reader, dominant osamu, dominant suna, oral sex, fingering, oral fixation, dildos, humiliation if you squint, begging, hair-pulling, thigh-spanking, face riding, light degradation, breeding kink, creampie
synopsis: another visit to your shitty mother gone wrong. thankfully, your two boyfriends are there to comfort and look after you.
author's note: i had so much fun writing this! i love polyships. all interactions (especially reblogs and comments) are appreciated <3
You weren’t surprised. You never were at this point. The resentment that hung heavy in the air, the backhanded comments, the insensitive and self-centred nature – all of it were things that you suffered by rote. Unlike most people, you never felt much love towards mother dearest: her therapist by age 11, she taught you the art of handling everyone else’s issues whilst neglecting your own. You learnt very early on that mummy was a hypocrite: she would yell at you and guilt trip you for the smallest mistakes but you were expected to forgive so easily. Her emotional volatility was a defining feature of your own childhood. It was as if your identity was her centre. How could you forget her complaints and moans about how ‘difficult’ it was to have a transgender child?
The point is that you two had never gotten along. You’d tried to ween her away only for her to try and kick her way back in. It was the same cycle each time: you would remain firm at first, she would sweeten you, your inner child convinces you that maybe she really has changed, you meet up a few times, turns out she hasn’t changed and you kick her out of your life.
So why had you listened to your inner child again?
He had landed you running in the torrential rain, sobbing your heart out as your mother shouted her insults after you. Something about her words tonight cut deeper than before: she had built up your hopes too much again, hadn’t she? Either way, you were running all the way back to the house you shared with your boyfriends (they were going to pick you up but the evening had other plans).
Your sobs echoed through the hallway and convulsed your body as you dropped to the floor, your thoroughly soaked clothes sending water droplets to the carpeted floor. You were shivering when Rintarō found you in your sorry state, barely responsive to the world. He wordlessly helped you up, resting your sore and drenched form against his chest as he guided you up the stairs to your bedroom.
Rin was so gentle as he peeled your clothes off of you, wrapping you in a warm blanket; his voice was calm and gentle as he pulled you into his body, stroking your sopping wet hair.
“She can’t get to you here, darling. Samu and I will make sure of it.” Of course, he was worried sick – angrier at your mother than he ever had been before – but he knew that his anger was the last thing anyone needed. You just needed both of your boyfriends to hold and caress you. To spoil and baby you. To make you feel whole and loved again. “I texted Osamu when you came in, he’s just coming back from the restaurant, baby.” You clung onto Rin so tightly you were scared he’d lose circulation but he simply returned the same comforting pressure, letting his hands sink into the plush of your back.
Time had no meaning: the warm light from the bedside table filled the room in such a calming way as your convulsive sobs subsided into stray tears that fell down your cheeks all the while Rintarō rocked you back and forth in his arms, waiting until you were ready to tell him what happened. The soft silence was interrupted by Osamu’s keys in the door and, shortly afterwards, quick footsteps up the staircase just to see you.
“Sorry for the delay, got caught up talkin’ t’a new member of staff.” Osamu quickly gave Rintarō a kiss before taking your blanket-covered body from Rin and propping you up against his chest, cradling you like a precious baby. “D’ya wanna tell us what happened, baby?” His much larger hand met your cheek, brushing away the stray tears that fell along the reddened tracks of before.
“My mum… she told, she told me- that-that I, that I-” You could barely make it through a sentence before the sobs started again; you curled into Osamu’s chest like he was a teddy bear, letting him gently shush and cradle you. Rin quickly came round to the other side of your head, taking a hold of your other cheek.
“Y/N ran here in the rain.” Osamu’s eyes widened in shock at what Rin had just told him.
“Shit, that’s-”
“I know. Poor thing, I found him crouched in the hallway, shaking like a leaf.”
“From the sobs or the cold?” Rin shook his head.
“I don’t know, your guess is as good as mine. All of his clothes had soaked through so I chucked them in the laundry hamper.” Silence settled between the two men as they held your shivering form.
You scrubbed at your eyes roughly until Osamu produced a tissue from his pocket, using it to dab at your eyes gently. Despite everything that had happened, the world was a slightly better place with your boyfriends by your side. They had stood up to your mother for you multiple times, had always been there to pick up the pieces after you’d been let down again. Tonight was no different. Both Rin and Osamu were so patient with you. Regardless of whether it took two minutes or two hours to compose yourself, they always stayed beside you until you were ready to be okay.
Osamu’s hands stayed by your face, tracing the outlines of your features with care whilst Rintarō had his hands pressing into your tummy through the blanket. You finally cleared your throat, wincing at how red-raw it felt.
“She started going on about how me being trans took away her child. It escalated from there. Ended with her shouting after me telling me to never speak to her again as I ran home.” A solitary tear trickled onto Osamu’s hand and he quickly wiped it away.
“Thank you for telling us, honey.” Rin pressed his soft lips to your covered stomach. “Do you want us to do anything? Run you a bath? Put on a film?”
You shook your head, worming your way out of the blanket so your bare body was exposed to the cool bedroom air. The two men tilted their heads in curiosity and stared at you, awaiting some kind of answer or explanation.
All you could think about was them taking care of you; the two of them breaking you down in such a gentle way only to rebuild you with love and care. The imagined sensation of their hands squeezing and caressing your body not only sent sparks down your spine but a warm buzz of comfort to your tired brain. You didn’t want to think anymore. You just wanted to be pliant. To obey. To be spoiled and taken care of.
“Can I be your baby for the night?” Both Osamu and Rin raised an eyebrow in interest at your request as if to confirm that you had really said it. The two looked to you, then to each other and then back to you. Rin crawled behind you and set his hands on your shoulders, softly working his fingers into them.
“Ya sure, honey?” You softly nodded your head at Osamu’s question, feeling your back relax into Rin’s ministrations.
“Just want you and Sir to take care of me,” there was a pause as you looked down at your hands, “Daddy.”
The reactions from the two men behind you were so visceral: Rin’s heart pounded against his chest (you could feel it against your back) as if it were trying to break free and his deep exhale reverberated into your sensitive ears. Osamu’s chest puffed out in pride, his eyes wide and neck lightly flushed. Your attempt to hide your lustful gaze was foiled as Rin pulled your hands from your face, placing them in your lap.
“Traffic light system?” You curtly nodded your head, deciding to stick with the safe-word system that had always been used by you three.
“I’m green, Sir.” A playful smile formed behind the ear that Rin’s lips were pressed up against and you soon found yourself being lowered down with your back flat to the bed, the screwed-up blankets surrounding your perfectly naked frame.
Rintarō crawled over your body, licking over his lips as he analysed your body with an alluring hunger. His deft fingers quickly unbuttoned his shirt all the while his stare bore down at you. Osamu had attached his lips to your neck and collarbone, licking over the bite marks and hickeys that he made as he went along. A soft whine tumbled out of your mouth.
“Look at ya, pretty baby. Such a good boy for Daddy and Sir.” Rin attacked the supple skin of your stomach with his plush lips just as Osamu pulled you into a messy kiss that was a mess of your tongues. He pulled away, leaving strings of saliva on your lips.
Rin’s skilled tongue ran up and down your stomach, licking from your hardened nipples to the very top of your pubic bone, making you cry out softly against Osamu’s skin. He laughs softly at your reaction, stroking your hair and holding you in place for his boyfriend. Your eyes were bleary yet so focused on Rin, his piercing eyes seductively gazing up at you as he kissed lower and lower down your body, shrugging off his shirt finally to reveal the long-faded top surgery scars.
He pressed a kiss to your bare pussy, eyes gleaming with fascination as you squeaked and tried to wiggle away. Osamu’s hands grabbed onto your thighs and pulled them back, leaving your glistening cunt on display for Rin. A sly grin spread across his face as his lips enclosed around your engorged clit, sucking on it lewdly as he fluttered his eyelids at you.
“Ah-ah!” Your hands flew to Rintarō’s hair, gripping onto it and pulling his face further into you. Your heavy pants and moans reverberated throughout the room, harmonising with the lewd sounds of Rin’s relentless tongue that shot out to lick over your folds. “Oh, oh Sir!” Osamu awed at your cute noises, feeling himself get hard at the sight of his two partners already so messy.
Rin hummed against your pussy, licking up and down your folds with such fascination. His spit ran down your thighs as his mind began to cloud over at the sight of your flustered face. His soft laughter reverberated through you, causing you to try and close the legs that Osamu held open.
“Shh, let Sir and Daddy take care of ya.” Calloused hands gently massaged your thighs, giving you the perfect view of Rin’s head in between them. Soft whimpers were caught by Osamu’s lips as he held your head in place to watch the man in between your thighs. “There we go, good boy. So sweet and pliant fer us.”
Rin raised his fingers up to your hole and gently circled it as he made out with your sensitive nub, the mess of your juices ending up on his slightly reddened cheeks. All you could do was whimper as he took care of you. A finger slid inside of you, causing you to seize up a little. Rin’s hand came up to your inner thigh and his delicate fingers drew circles at a teasingly slow pace.
“Relax, Babyboy, relax for Sir, yeah? Just want to make you feel good.” His lips curled up into a smile as his finger slowly pumped in and out of you, sliding through the slick that you had produced. His lips returned to your clit, sucking on it as if it were some delicacy.
Soft cries echoed around the room; your face was hot to Osamu’s chest. Rin slid a second finger inside you and began to scissor them out, watching in fascination as your eyes widened and your mouth fell open. The knot inside your stomach was tightening: from how you were so lewdly spread out, to your boyfriend’s skilled fingers, you were so damn close. A particularly harsh suck had your head reeling.
“Sir, Sir, ‘m so close, Sir!” Rin’s tongue poked out as he began to rapidly flick it over your clit.
“Go on then, baby, finish on my face.” His eyes never left yours, the seductive glint simultaneously egging you on and making you shy away.
“Come on, be a good boy and finish on Sir’s face.” With Osamu’s soft purr, you came with a yell, knuckles turning white as they fisted Osamu’s shirt. Rintarō’s fingers made a soft pop as he pulled them out, licking your soaked cunt clean. He pulled you up by the back of your neck for a messy kiss; your taste hung heavy on his tongue but all you could think about was getting him stripped naked. Shaky hands worked to slide his shirt down his shoulders and to pull off his sweatpants, leaving him in his underwear. Behind the two of you, Osamu cleared his throat.
“Rin, didn’t ya say that you’d bought a new toy for our baby here?” Just like clockwork, a smile spread across his face.
“Why, yes. Do you think he’s ready for it?” Rin paced over to Osamu and unbuttoned his shirt with a teasing glint in his eye. The brunette placed a teasing hickey on the top of Osamu’s pectoral.
“Oh, absolutely. I think he’ll love it.”
Your glassy eyes turned up to Osamu as Rin began to scour the various bags that sat in the back of your wardrobe. Osamu pulled you up a little way so your head sat on the pillows; he pressed a kiss to your temple as he shed his clothes.
“How are ya feeling, angel?” His fingers circled the outline of your lips with a certain delicacy; they served as the only distraction from the erection that pressed up against your thigh and from Rin’s rummaging in the closet. You opened your mouth and licked up his fingers with a certain innocence.
“So floaty Daddy… want more.” You mumbled out as you wrapped your lips around his thick digits. A soft groan fell from his mouth.
“Don’t worry, baby boy. Sir and I will give ya everything ya want.”
Rintarō came back to the bed holding a dildo – roughly 7” – with a wide smirk on his face. You barely registered what was happening until your legs were spread wide apart and the thick intrusion pressed up against your sensitive hole.
“Just relax, honey. Let me make you feel good.” With the way he stared down at your pussy, you were certain he was talking to it rather than you. Your lips’ purchase on Osamu’s fingers weakened as the dildo was pushed further inside you, your whines coating everything in a thick, gloopy layer of saliva.
The way your walls expanded around the toy had Rintarō cursing under his breath, his movements retaining that painfully slow pace just to hear what you sounded like once it finally bottomed out inside of you. Your eyes rolled back as you whined at the feeling, your lips releasing Osamu’s fingers with messy strings of saliva.
Rintarō thrusted the toy in like he was experimenting with your body, chuckling every time you let out one of your more pathetic moans. Each angle hit a new spot inside you until your tongue stuck out of your mouth as you panted away like a puppy in heat.
“Oh, Samu, look at what I’ve done to him.” You cried out as he hit the spot that made you see stars.
“Is Sir makin’ ya feel /that/ good?” As if on cue, Rin harshly thrust in the toy again, tongue poking out of his smirking lips. You cried out in pleasure.
“Daddy! S’much, s’much! Ah! Sir, ha, Daddy!” You were practically screaming into the air whilst your two boyfriends showed you no mercy, only cooing in condescension at your desperation.
“Awe, does our baby want Daddy to give him somethin’ to suck on?” Osamu re-positioned himself, his nipple level with your waiting mouth. Far too gone to deny humiliation, you latched onto it and immediately began sucking on it.
Osamu’s groan reverberated throughout the room, effecting even Rintarō who moaned lowly as his thrusts gained a new vigour, constantly hitting that bundle of nerves inside you. Your muffled moans still filled the room, fuelled by Rintarō’s trained gaze.
“Look at our little baby, is Daddy coddling you just the way you need?” He was mocking you with the most loving gaze in his eye, thrusts unrelenting as he studied the sharp movements of your diaphragm.
Without warning, he found a deeper spot within you; your thighs closed together almost immediately.
“I think he wants to cum, Samu. Should we let him?”
“I don’t know, Rin. I think he should beg for it.” You released your lips from his nipple with a pop, licking over it desperately; Osamu grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head away. “Go on, beg Sir to let ya cum.”
“Sir, Sir, please!”
“Please what?” Rintarō smacked your inner thigh. “Be more specific, angel. What do you want from Sir?”
“Please let me cum, Sir! I’ve been such a good boy! Please, please, fuck, Si-ir you feel so good!” Your wailing cries rang out in your bedroom; Rintarō looked up Osamu for his approval.
“You think he deserves it?” Tears stung your eyes as your two boyfriends continued to toy with your orgasm which was becoming painful to hold off. Osamu pretended to be deep in thought, licking over his bottom lip slowly.
“Well, he has been good for us, that’s for sure,” he grabbed onto the wrist that controlled the dildo pumping in and out of you, “I think he deserves it.”
With a devilish smirk, Rintarō pushed the object in one last time, studying your slack-jawed orgasm that came with a near silent scream and cream that coated the dildo in rings. Each thrust sent a new wave of blinding pleasure through you; your thighs tensed and relaxed like a pulse. A gentle hand stroked back your hair and soothed you with gentle shushes and praise as your breathing got heavier and clumsier. By the time you came to, Rintarō was sucking the dildo clean, making unmistakable eye contact with Osamu as he deepthroated it.
The toy was quickly discarded as the men changed their positions: Osamu settled between your legs, shucking off his work trousers and underwear, and Rintarō at your head, his pussy finally exposed as he ripped off his own underwear. Osamu’s head was tipped back, eyes half-lidded as he stroked himself to full hardness once again; a bead of precum formed at the reddened tip as his eyes rolled back.
“Daddy, please touch me?” Your voice was barely audible, hoarse from what it had just been put through but still he heard it. A smile formed again on his face as his eyes softened once again; he took your two hands into his, massaging circles into the backs of them. He leaned down and kissed the tracks of your tears from before.
“Alright, alright. I’ll get there soon, don’t worry. You’re doing so well fer Sir an’ I. I’ll give ya ma cock, don’t worry your pretty head, angel.” You rested your forehead against his as Rintarō pulled the both of you up into his arms.
“Love you both so much.” He mumbled into both Osamu and your ears. The silence that settled between the three of you was comforting, even with Osamu’s raging boner pressing up against you both. Even with the sweetness you couldn’t help but find yourself grinding up against Osamu. Soft laughter settled between the two men as they pulled away from your boiling hot body.
“Such a needy little thing, aren’t ya? So needy for Daddy’s cock.” He tapped it against your thigh, watching as you writhed around on the bed below him.
“And I know how empty your mouth feels when Daddy’s inside you. Do you want to suck me off? Keep your mouth full with Sir?” A hot shiver ran through your body as your tongue rolled out of your open and waiting mouth obediently. Rintarō shuffled around until his pussy was positioned over your face. “Sir’s going to sit on your face once Daddy’s inside, okay, baby?”
“Yes Sir. Want to feel you on my face.” Your obedient answer was rewarded by the feeling of Osamu’s cockhead tapping against your clit.
“Good boy, such a sweet boy for us.”
His tip glided along your folds gently, smiling in satisfaction as you whined out for him. Osamu’s eyes were so soft as he caressed your thigh, bringing it over his shoulder. It felt like all too much but not enough when he finally pushed in.
Your walls contorted to his size effortlessly and your high-pitched moan was silenced by Rintarō taking his seat on your face. Your lips enclosed around his bottom growth, suckling desperately on it just to hear his low groans. His eyes rolled back at your ministrations, his thighs cushioning your head. Osamu took it as a sign to start moving, rolling his hips into yours with care and intent. Your lewd whines travelled up Rintarō’s spine, adding to the pleasure of your desperate tongue flicking itself over his sensitive nub.
Soft sighs and lewd wet noises were all that any of you could hear: all of you were so lost in one another. Osamu’s hands travelled up your sensitive sides, making you jerk in surprise and pleasure. You sucked on Rintarō’s cock desperately as Osamu quickened his pace, a smile on his face at the sight of your sensitive and sweaty skin at the actions of him and his boyfriend.
“There we go, there’s a good boy.” He pressed a kiss to your stomach. “Taking Daddy so well and making Sir feel so good.” Osamu’s thrusts got harder and your body moved up and down the bed as if in time with him; your groans were only partially muffled by Rintarō’s wet cunt.
“Fuck, baby. Your tongue feels so good.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged it roughly as he ground on your face through restrained growls. “There we go, good boy, your face is such a good toy for me to use, isn’t it?” His strained laughter had both you and Osamu moaning at his state. “Fuck, just like that. Such a pretty face.” His voice caught in his throat, the catch turning into a loud moan as his entire head tipped back in ecstasy. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”
His heavy pants set something alight in both you and Osamu. Your tongue desperately tried to lick up and down his slit as much as you could with his weight pressing down on you.
“Ya gonna clear Sir up once he’s finished, aren’t ya?” Osamu’s voice was now gruff too, much like he was trying to hold himself back. He roughly grabbed hold of your other leg and wrapped it around his waist. “Maybe Daddy’ll stuff ya full if ya clean Sir up well enough.”
Your pussy fluttered at his proposition and an involuntary moan erupted from your mouth with a new desperation in mind. That’s all it took for Rintarō to finish on your face. His eyes rolled back into his head as his broken moan fell from his reddened lips; his grip in your hair became vice-like as he rode out his orgasm that thoroughly soaked your face.
“Yes, hah, fuck, that was, fuck, so good! Such-such a good boy.” His speech was slurred as you cleaned him up with your tongue. “You make me feel so good, honey.” He dismounted your face, deeply and messily kissing you to get a taste of himself on your tongue. He pulled away with a dopey smile on his face which you could just barely match as Osamu fucked you slow and stupid.
“Did he clean ya up properly?” Rintarō lazily nodded his head, beginning to kitten lick at your cheek.
“I think he deserves to be bred, don’t you?” You stared up at Osamu as his hips slowed to a stop; his gaze flitted from Rintarō to your desperate doe eyes. After a few moments of silence, Osamu set a brutal pace of harsh and deep thrusts, forcing moans out of your hoarse throat. He unwrapped your leg from his waist and pushed both of them up to your chest, exposing your desperately wet cunt to him.
Your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself get impossibly close to which Osamu uses his spare hand to roll over your clit, watching as tears bubble up in your lash line again.
“Daddy! You feel so good, I’m so close!” Your wails bounced off of each object and surface in the room as Osamu growled and went even deeper inside you.
“Come on, cum for Daddy and Sir. Good fuckin’ boy.” Upon his command the band inside snapped; your climax was intense enough to have you shooting up, singing his praises as he rode out your euphoric high. He took his hand off of your sensitive nub in favour of holding you up.
His sweaty and furrowed brow told you that he was close too; his cock twitched inside you as if to confirm it.
“Cum inside me.” You softly demanded, lifting your hand up to bring his face closer.
“Fuck, anything for ma baby.” His groans took full shape as his hips pressed further into you, losing all previous rhythm. “I’m gonna fill you up so good, baby. Get ya all knocked up. Sir an’ I’ll take care o’ ya.” One of his harsher thrusts sent his head spinning out of control, finishing inside you with little warning. “O-oh, ba-baby.” His eyes fluttered shut as his cum was pumped inside you; warming you instantly and painting your insides white.
You both fell onto the bed, Osamu still on top of and inside you as you caught your breath. Rintarō gave both of you a gentle kiss on your heads.
“I’m just going to grab the towels, okay? I’ll be right back.” Osamu could barely nod his head in response, choosing to rest his forehead on yours.
The silence in the room was comfortable; your issues seemed to melt away with the presence of your two lovers. After a few moments, Osamu finally pulled out and rolled over next to you just so Rintarō could clean you both up with the damp flannel and towels.
“How are ya feelin’, pretty boy?” Osamu’s voice was hoarse but never lacking in his usually sweet and understanding tone.
“Better. Much better.” Your response was weak and a glass of water was thrust in your general direction by Rintarō.
“Drink up, darling. Your poor voice must be shot.” He climbed in bed next to you, wrapping his arms around your plush frame and pressing another kiss to your temple.
Your visit to Mother Dearest was a distant memory, one that did not exist in your post-orgasm haze, as your two boyfriends held you close. They’d always protect you. They always have and they always will.
voices drift from downstairs while he’s stuck in the upstairs bathroom, pants down to his ankles, staring at the patch of red on his underwear. there’s only so much toilet paper left for a makeshift paper pad, and who’s to say that it won’t stain the futon overnight? his elbows dig into his thighs, hands cupping his mouth to muffle his hoarse breaths, eyes stinging with unshed tears.
he can make an excuse, say that he doesn’t feel well. but that’ll invite too many questions, and mama miya would never let anyone leave if they aren’t at their best. she can’t stop him from leaving, obviously, but the reason for the sleepover is to make traveling to hiroshima for their day trip easier tomorrow, something they’ve been looking forward to for weeks, including himself.
suna jumps at the knocks on the door. “suna? ya okay in there?” osamu. shit. he’s about to pull his pants up when an intense ripple of pain seizes him, making him groan in discomfort before he can stop himself.
“hey, man. ya okay?”
god, if this is how one of his teammates has to find out…suna draws in a breath, uses the rest of the toilet paper to line his underwear, pulls his pants back on. waddling toward the door, he unlocks it and opens it a crack. “hey.”
“are ya okay? ya were in there fer so long, ‘tsumu thought ya might’ve slipped an’ brained yerself…” osamu trails off, as if sensing his trepidation. suna swallows, taking the plunge.
“actually, can you…ask your mom…something for me? ask if she…has pads.”
a beat. osamu opens his mouth, closes it. he nods. “okay. anythin’ else?”
“and, uh, can you get my bag? please?”
“got it. be back in a sec.”
he hurries down the hallway, and suna hears him address his mom in her room as he’s closing the bathroom door. sinking onto the edge of the bathtub, he buries his head in his hands, cringing at the liquid trickling down his crotch. just because he took his binder off doesn’t mean that he needs a reminder that he isn’t who he says he is, that his gender doesn’t align with what he was born with, that–
knocks, gentler this time. he opens the door a crack, hides behind it while grabbing his bag and small drawstring bag along with it. “ma said if anythin’ needs cleanin’, ya can put it in the bag. i’ll wait fer ya downstairs.” osamu’s heavy footsteps echo along the staircase.
suna opens the drawstring bag, sagging with relief when he sees the variety of pads. he sits back on the toilet, changing into clean underwear, sticks the overnight pad on, and pulls his pants back on. rolling the soiled underwear into a ball, he places it inside the bag as instructed, cleans the toilet and hands thoroughly to get rid of the bloodstains, and puts his duffle back in the twins’ room. with cautious footsteps, he heads downstairs.
osamu is the only one sitting in the couch, rising to his feet when he sees him. “i told ‘tsumu an’ aran ta grab dessert at the combini,” he tells him. “just thought ya’d want some time alone before they come back.”
“yeah…thanks. um, where should i…” he shows him the drawstring bag.
“ya can throw it in the laundry hamper upstairs. ya know where it is?”
he nods, retracing his steps to the laundry room next to the bathroom, hiding it under a pile of shirts. when he comes back, osamu is placing a steaming cup down for him, gestures at him to drink. suna nods gratefully, warm liquid easing his cramping stomach.
neither of them speak. osamu is on his phone, likely messaging atsumu and aran, and suna sips his tea, staring at the blank tv. he waits for the ensuing question, anything to reference what happened, but there’s nothing. absolutely nothing.
finally, osamu puts his phone down. “they’re on the way back,” he says. “ya don’t hafta say anythin’ ta me, unless ya wanna. this doesn’t change how i see ya.”
“but you have to be curious,” suna mutters. “or at least want to know what happened.”
“yeah, but if ya don’t wanna share, then i won’t pry.”
“it’s fine. i…” he takes a breath. other than his family, coach, and school counselor, he never came out to a peer before, let alone one of his closest friends. “so. i’m trans.”
osamu nods. “like, female ta male?”
“yeah. it’s why i don’t change or shower in front of everyone. my parents fought the school to give me the male uniform, and coach didn’t accept me either, at the beginning. he’s better, now,” he adds quickly before osamu can comment. “just a bit old-fashioned, but he’s learning.”
“good, that’s good. an’ earlier…”
“ah, that…i got my period. i started hormone therapy this year, so it hasn’t stopped completely. there’s nothing like nature punishing me for reminding me that i’m not a real boy.” as if to agree, his cramps make him wince, arms wrapping around his midsection.
“don’t say that.” osamu shakes his head. “yer a guy in my eyes, an’ i bet everyone else thinks the same. yer body might be different, but that shouldn’t stop ya. i respect ya, an’ if ya ever wanna tell the others, i’ll stand with ya, an’ make sure anyone who says differently will learn they aren’t appreciated.”
suna sinks into the couch, feels tears at the corner of his eyes. damn hormones. “thank you.”
“is there anythin’ ya need ta make yer cramps better? ‘tsumu an’ aran are bringin’ back ice cream, if that’ll help.”
“hot drinks always worked better for me, actually.”
“sure. tea okay?”
by the time the duo returns, suna is wrapped in a blanket with a cup of tea, watching his friends enjoy their ice cream, his own tucked away in the freezer. when atsumu teases him about being stuck in the bathroom, osamu tastefully redirects him, and suna gives him a grateful look afterwards.
someday, he’ll tell his friends. today, coming out to one is enough for him.
ATSUMU sighed softly as you leaned into him, arm round your shoulders as you pressed your head against his chest, fingers mindlessly playing with your hair. he does this a lot when he comes back from practice: the fiddling things: affectionate like always. you hum contentedly, reaching over to grab the book resting on the coffee table, "book clubs newest" you smiled at your boyfriend, passing him the thin volume. "so akaashi an' ya are book club?" he smirks slightly as you roll you eyes and you pout in mock indignation. "actually i will have you know that bokuto's in it too, and sakusa." you smile fondly at the slight chaos of your dynamic: weekly meetings in keiji's apartment, plied with sweet tea, and bokuto's enthusiastic reenactments of his favorite scenes while sakusa simultaneously questions his life choices and pretends he's not enjoying himself. atsumu looks at you, and then at the book, trying to make out the title. "you know babe" you said slowly, snaking up closer to his face, grinning giddily, your tone low and persuasive, "we'd love to have you: come. come this week. we're just starting this one so you can read my other copy and-" you start to ramble excitedly, because really this is something you've been meaning to ask. but you stop. you stop because his expression shifts into something nervous. he looks away, his pitch lowering as if embarrassed. you frown. and its a weird new side of atsumu miya that you're seeing because your boyfriend is very rarely embarrassed, its something you most envy about him. he smiles, but something just isn't right about it. "i'd love ta doll, but uh..." he mumbles something unintelligible. "what was that tsum?" he bites his lip, and its a while before he actually says whatever he was meaning to. "i...i have dyslexia," he whispers, "got diagnosed way back when i was seven so mah readings pretty...crap..." he trailed off, refusing to look at you from where you'd sat up: cheeks flushed, eyes sharp. he- you felt your heart clench, he didn't think you'd judge him...did he? "tsum," you smiled at him encouragingly, trying to show how much you loved him, holding his hands, tone soft. "thanks for telling babe, but um" you crossed your fingers that this didn't come out as patronizing, "if you want i can...read aloud? so we can..." you stopped, but the way he smiled made you feel warm. the next week he comes to book club.
SUNA was there, standing at the doorway of your room, shoulders hunched like he was chasing the warmth of his hoodie, which massive like it always was. the training camp buildings were usually fine in winter, but someone had broken the central heating and until it got fixed, everyone was just a little colder than usual. "hi" you draw out the word, walking up to wrap your arms round him, smiling as his arms wrap around you, cheek resting on the top of your head as he melts into you, impossibly close. "they're going swimming in the indoor pool, asked if you wanna come." he smiled. rintarou had a lot of smiles actually, fanged and sharp, saccharine, faked. and then there were the real ones, softer, with dimples that never appeared otherwise. you'd memorized them all, and you looked at this one: faked. you poked his cheek, drawing back to look at him. "whats wrong? you not gonna go?" you thought it sounded rather fun, and, perhaps rather selfishly, pretty fun, to fool around in the water with your boyfriend. he looked down, looking uncharacteristically small and scared, "i don't swim...for- uh- reasons." he fiddled with your hair, bitten black nails threading through stray strands and twisting them. you frowned slightly at how guarded he seemed: it was something you'd been eager to dispel when you first started dating, first started being friends even, but every so often you were reminded that your relationship was a new thing, even though you knew you saw more of suna than anyone else. "not a fan? that's fine babe" you take his hand: long fingers intertwining with yours by habit, pulling him towards your couch, "we can stay in, yeah?" he smiled tentatively, and for a while things are quiet: you sit in his lap, feeling the warm press of his arms around you, leaning back to smile up at him. "y/n wait" he blurted out, just as you were about to press play on the movie. you stopped and turned to face him better. and you'd never seen someone look so impassive, but so scared. "I-" rintarou looks past you, staring at the wall and huffs a laugh to hide how scared he is "i can't believe im gonna tell you this- I..." you bite your lip. "you don't- you don't have to rin" is what you start to say but he cuts you off. "im trans." you blink and he forces his face to look fierce and he's got that guarded look on his face that he had when you first met and you hate it. you just hate it but you have no idea what to say. "okay" you try, slowly, watching as his eyes snap back to you, "well, okay, thanks for- for telling me." you smile and he looks so relieved, and he smiles and his eyes go all small like little crescent moons and he tries to hide his face but you grab his wrists and press your foreheads together, relishing the intimacy, and how it feels to be so close to someone it feels like you're the only ones in the universe.
Just as the sun set below the horizon, the sound of Rintarō's keys in the door jingled through the house. A smile formed on your face as you removed dinner from the stove to greet your husband. In your years of marriage, you had both come to trust one another entirely; verbal communication had become replaced with something more telepathic. No words were exchanged when you both threw your arms around one another. His body melted into yours - as though he had become boneless - and his chest deflated in a deep sigh.
"I think Atsumu's found his match." He wordlessly pulled you into his frame before falling back onto the sofa. Your hands found their way into his hair and his head tipped back in response. "Him and Oikawa have done nothing but glare at each other for the entirety of practise. It was funny at first but, God, I feel like years have been knocked off of my lifespan." Your husband nuzzled into the crook of your neck and breathed in your scent.
"Do you want me to help you relax?" Rintarō nodded shyly, letting his eyes close as he pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. You needed no other instruction as you got on your knees in front of him and pulled down his shorts, exposing his wet cunt to the open air of your living room. "You really needed me, didn't you baby?" You traced your fingertips over his soaked folds, watching in awe and fascination as his thighs trembled under your touch. "Relax, honey. Let me take care of you."
Gently, you opened his legs further and wrapped your lips around his engorged cock; your eyes gazed up at Rintarō with wonder as gorgeous whimpers fell from his mouth. Your hands gripped at his thighs, fingers working into the taut muscles underneath tan skin. His hands found purchase in your hair, his fingers tangling in it as he looped his legs over your shoulders.
Whimpers turned to breathy moans as his hips languidly ground against your face, begging you to take more of his cock into your mouth. It was clear that he wasn't going to last much longer with how affected he was already.
"Cum for me, baby. I know you deserve it." The final straw for him was the way your tongue flicked over the most sensitive part of his cock as he came with a whine, thighs trembling round your head. You came off of him with a wet pop before taking your place back on the sofa next to him, kissing his forehead gently.
