WARNINGS: pseudoincest (stepdad and uncle), threesome, daddy kink, creampie, cum eating, lowkey miyacest but not really, anal (f receiving), oral (f receiving), double penetration, painal, anal fingering, light degradation, dacryphilia, rimming (kinda), UNREALISTIC AND UNSANITARY SEX DON’T DO THIS
2.8k words
part one || part two || part three
“How’d’ya like the show, Tsumu?” Osamu asks.
Your head jerks around to see Atsumu standing across the room, palming his cock through grey sweatpants.
“Oh, it was great,” Atsumu says. “Liked that part at the beginning. Something about taking us both at the same time?”
“U-uncle Tsumu!” You exclaim, still sitting on Osamu’s softening cock.
“What is it, doll? Tell Uncle Tsumu what ya want,” Atsumu says, coming up behind you. His hands run down your sides and back up your shirt, cupping your breasts.
“Want Uncle Tsumu to fuck me,” you breathe, bucking your hips as he pinches your nipples. Osamu hisses from the overstimulation under you.
“Yeah? Ya want this?” Atsumu asks, moving one hand to grab his bulge. You nod.
“Want you to fill me up, too, Uncle Tsumu,” you say, rolling your hips. Osamu’s cock twitches deep inside you, beginning to harden again.
“Want me to cum inside yer ass while Samu fucks yer cute, little cunt? Ya said ya would take both of us, doll,” Atsumu says, twisting your nipple. You moan lightly and grab Atsumu’s forearm.
“Wanna be full,” you moan as Osamu bounces you lightly on his fully hard cock.
“Is daddy not enough for ya, doll?” Atsumu asks, pulling your shirt off and tossing it across the room.
“Tsumu,” Osamu growls, squeezing your hips tighter.
“Daddy fills me up so well,” you say, running your hands down Osamu’s muscular chest. Osamu thrusts into you hard, pulling a broken moan from your lips.
“Stop hoggin’ her,” Atsumu says, pulling you up and off of Osamu’s cock. You let out a gasp at the sudden emptiness. Osamu’s cum pours out of you, running down your thighs and your eyes burn.
“Daddy!” You cry, reaching out for him.
“She’s not a fuckin’ toy, Atsumu,” Osamu sneers. Atsumu rolls his eyes as he carries you to his room.
“Are ya comin’ or not? How are we both supposed to fuck her on the couch?” Atsumu calls.
“Damn it, Atsumu,” Osamu swears, tucking his wet cock into his pants and following.
“Feel empty,” you pout. Atsumu lays you on his plush mattress gently.
“Don’t worry, doll, I’m gonna fill ya up real nice,” Atsumu says. He spreads your legs wide before pushing them up to your chest, revealing your messy cunt. Osamu’s cum oozes out of you, running down to Atsumu’s sheets.
“Daddy,” you whine as Osamu appears next to Atsumu.
“What is it, baby girl? Tell daddy and Uncle Tsumu what you want,” Osamu says. Atsumu catches the cum leaking out of you and slowly pushes it back in. You let out a small moan.
“I think I want her sloppy cunt, ‘Samu,” Atsumu says, sliding two fingers in you.
“Uncle Tsumu,” you moan as he scissors his fingers, needlessly stretching you out.
“Why don’t ya prep her ass, then?” Osamu suggests, pulling his shirt off. “Bet her little hole is so tight. Ya got lube, Tsumu?”
“Middle drawer,” Atsumu says, pointing at his nightstand. “Bet I won’t need it. She’s so fuckin’ wet, she’s makin’ a spot on the sheets.”
Atsumu pulls his fingers out with a lewd, squelching sound and presses one finger against your tight asshole.
“Ts-Tsumu,” you choke as he slowly pushes his pointer finger in. “H-hurts so good.”
“She’s so fuckin’ tight,” Atsumu grunts. “She’s suckin’ my finger in like a slut.”
“Relax, sweetheart,” Osamu says, squeezing your thigh as he hands Atsumu the lube. “Lube. Now.”
“I think she likes the pain,” Atsumu says. “Is that right, doll? You like it when it hurts.”
You nod. The burn only makes everything feel so much more sensitive, and before long you’re fucking yourself on to Atsumu’s finger, begging for more.
“More, want more, Uncle Tsumu,” you whine, grinding your hips down, trying to get more friction. The burning is all but gone and you find yourself missing it.
“Do ya want the lube, baby doll?” Atsumu asks. You shake your head.
“Wanna feel you,” you say.
“Are ya sure, baby? I don’t want you to hurt too bad,” Osamu says.
“Wan’ it to hurt,” you moan. “Feels so good.”
Atsumu breathes deeply before slowly adding another long, thick finger. You let out a high-pitched moan, fisting Atsumu’s white sheets tightly.
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Atsumu groans. “Almost wanna fuck her just like this.”
You clench around his fingers at the thought of him taking you with barely any prep. Your virgin hole stretching around his cock, with only Osamu’s cum and his own precum as lube. You moan as Atsumu scissors his fingers, stretching you out.
“Ah, she likes that,” Atsumu says. “Ya wanna take my cock just like this? Feel it for days, doll, ya wouldn’t be able t’ sit without feelin’ me.”
“Wanna be full,” you whine. You moan as Atsumu roughly twists his fingers deep inside you.
“Samu, why didn’t ya tell me yer little girl was such a pain slut? Look at her, practically beggin’ me t’ fuck her dry,” Atsumu sneers. He adds a third finger suddenly. The new stretch knocks the breath out of you, your back arches off the bed and you gasp as Atsumu quickly pumps his fingers in and out of you.
“Hurts,” you moan. Your eyes roll back as Atsumu gathers spit in his mouth and spits directly into your hole.
“Aw, the little baby can’t take it, huh?” Atsumu coos, using his spit as lube.
“Do ya need lube, sweetheart?” Osamu asks, staring down at you worriedly.
“She can take it,” Atsumu says, fingers not slowing down. “Look at her, practically fuckin’ herself on my fingers.”
Your hips were meeting his fingers with every thrust. The stretch was burning all the way to your core and your juices were mixing with Atsumu’s spit, lubing his fingers in the process.
“She likes it so much, she’s creamin’ around nothin’,” Atsumu says. “Rub her clit, Samu.”
Osamu rubs his fingers through your wet folds before rubbing figure-8s over your clit.
“Oh!” You gasp, back arching. “More, more, please!”
Atsumu leans down and licks over your hole boldly before adding a fourth finger.
“What a slut, taking four fingers with no lube,” Atsumu sneered. “Bet ya could take my whole fist, isn’t that right, doll?”
“Atsumu,” Osamu warns. “Shut the fuck up before I end this.”
“Daddy, ‘m close,” you whine, walls clenching around nothing. “Wanna cum!”
“Go ahead, baby,” Osamu says. “Cum for daddy and Uncle Tsumu.”
You cum with a loud cry. Neither twin slows down, milking every last second of your orgasm. Your thighs twitch with overstimulation.
“I think she’s ready,” Atsumu says, pulling his fingers out. You whine at the empty feeling.
“Fuck me, please, I want it so bad, daddy, Uncle Tsumu,” you beg.
“You heard the princess,” Atsumu says. “How do ya want to do this?”
“Want daddy to hold me,” you say.
“I’ll be on bottom, then,” Osamu says. He leans against Atsumu’s headboard and pulls you on top of him, legs splayed out over his thighs. “Ya gonna be a good girl and take us both?”
You nod as you lift your hips. Osamu drags his cock along your slit. You moan as his cock catches your hole.
“Fuck me, daddy, please,” you whine, bucking your hips. “Please, I want you in me.”
Osamu lines his cock up with your hole, “Go on, sweetheart, take what you want.” You slowly sink down with a low moan.
“So good,” you breathe. “So deep in me.”
“Ya ready for me, princess?” Atsumu asks. His bare chest is warm against your back and you can feel his cock pressing against your ass.
“Please,” you say, arching your back slightly. “Wreck me, Uncle Tsumu. Make me hurt.”
“Fuck, yer sayin’ just what I want t’ hear, princess,” Atsumu groans. The fat head of his cock presses against the rim of your asshole. “Ya want it t’ hurt, huh? What’s the matter, daddy doesn’t give it to ya hard enough?”
“Yer a dick, Tsumu,” Osamu snaps.
Atsumu ignores Osamu as he pushes the head of his cock past your rim. You gasp and jerk forward unintentionally. Atsumu clamps down on your hips with an iron grip.
“Nah, princess, ya said ya wanted it t’ hurt,” Atsumu says. “I’m only givin’ ya what ya wanted.”
“Atsumu,” Osamu warns. You shake your head as tears burn at your eyes.
“More,” you grunt. “Hurts good.” You were more stretched than you’d ever been and Atsumu was barely in. Any pain you would’ve felt was washed away by the excitement of having both twins seated deep in you. You could already see the way your lower tummy would bulge once they were both balls deep. A shiver of excitement ran up your spine.
“Daddy’s so soft with me,” you say, slightly pushing back on Atsumu’s cock. “Want someone to fuck me until I’m broken.”
“Oh, I’m about to fuck ya until yer dumb, princess,” Atsumu says. You can hear the smirk in his voice.
“Daddy’s gonna remember that, little girl,” Osamu whispers in your ear. Your walls clench around him at the thought of punishment.
“Might wanna hold her still,” Atsumu says, slowly sliding out. His grip on your hips hasn’t loosened and Osamu wraps his arms around you, holding you firmly to his chest. Atsumu leans down and presses a small kiss right below your ear.
“Still want it t’ hurt?” He asks, lips brushing against your earlobe. Before you can say anything, Atsumu’s cock is buried in your ass in one, quick movement. You lurch forward, trying desperately to escape the painful stretch. There’s no relief in the motion since you’re caged in by identical iron grips.
You let out a squeak of pain as tears cascade down your cheeks.
“So pretty when ya cry, princess,” Atsumu says, turning your head to the side. “I thought ya wanted it t’ hurt?”
You swallow a sob before you can reply. “S-so full, Uncle Tsumu. Gonna tear in half.”
“She’s fuckin’ chokin’ my cock,” Osamu moans. “She liked it. Her walls are just milkin’ me.”
“I told ya, ya had a little pain slut on yer hands,” Atsumu says. “She’s clenchin’ me so tight I can’t pull out.”
“Let her adjust a little, Tsumu,” Osamu says, “she’s already cryin’ like a little baby.”
“‘m not!” You protest, burying your face in Osamu’s chest.
“Oh, princess, ya shouldn’t’a said that…” Atsumu says. His hands tighten on your hips. “‘Cause if yer not cryin’, well then, I’m just not goin’ hard enough, am I?”
You hiss when Atsumu pulls out of you slowly.
“No, no, ‘m sorry, Uncle Tsumu!” You cry. “I’m crying!”
Atsumu slams into you with a near thunderous clap . Your back arches as you dig your nails into Osamu’s stomach and you let out a loud yelp.
“Ts-Tsumu!” You cry as he pounds your ass relentlessly. The intense pain brings more tears to your eyes. Atsumu reaches around and roughly grabs one of your bouncing breasts.
“What’s the matter, princess? Too hard for you?” Atsumu grunts, rolling your nipple between his pointer and middle fingers. You moan loudly.
“Hurts!” You exclaim. “So good!” A sob wracks through your body. Atsumu moans as you tighten around him.
“What a pain slut,” Atsumu says. You nod as you cry. Osamu gently thumbed your tears away, pulling you down for a soft kiss.
“Yer such a good girl, takin’ us both,” Osamu whispers.
“Move, daddy, please,” you beg. Atsumu’s hard thrusts were pushing Osamu’s cock deeper in you but you needed more.
Osamu’s hands wrapped around your sides as he lifts you slightly off his cock. You whimper as Atsumu’s cock abuses you at a different angle. Osamu’s slow, deep thrusts were just enough to cancel the persistent pain caused by Atsumu’s hard and fast ones. You threw your head back in ecstasy as the twins fell into a brutal rhythm.
“Daddy,” you moan, hands running up Osamu’s thick chest. Atsumu grunts and twists your nipple. “Tsumu, ‘m so full.”
Your hand drifts down your own abdomen, tracing around the bulge where Osamu was seated deep in you. You moan before letting your fingers drift a little more until they reach your clit.
“Gonna cum,” you whimper as you rub the sensitive nub. Your legs twitch from all the stimulation.
“Go ‘head, baby, cum for daddy,” Osamu says.
Atsumu knocks your hand away, placing his own fingers over your clit, rubbing vicious circles around it. You moan loudly.
“Cum for me , princess,” Atsumu says. “Right. Now.”
You let out a high pitched moan as the coil in your stomach finally snaps. You gush around Osamu’s cock, walls squeezing around him as he moans.
“Fuck, squeezin’ me so tight, yer milkin’ my cock, sweetheart,” Osamu moans. His hips falter as his cock twitches deep inside you.
“Fill me up, daddy, please,” you moan, bouncing on his cock. “Want your cum in me.”
“Yeah? Want me to fill up yer slutty, little cunt?” Osamu asks. You nod. “Come ‘ere, sweetheart.” Osamu pulls you into a breathtaking kiss as he pumps you full of his seed.
“That’s enough o’ that,” Atsumu says. He pulls you up off of Osamu and into his chest. He easily manipulates your body until you’re face down in his mattress and your ass is up in the air. “Gonna fuck ya real well now, princess.”
“Fill me up, please, Uncle Tsumu,” you beg, arching your back. “Cum in me.”
“Fuck,” he swears. “Wanna cum in that sweet cunt o’ yers.”
“Please, please,” you moan as he continues to fuck your ass. “Want you to cum in my cunt.”
Atsumu looks at Osamu with the question written on his face.
“Go ahead, fill ‘er up, Tsumu,” Osamu says.
Atsumu pulls completely out, leaving your knees weak. He wraps one strong arm around you and plunges into your pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” Atsumu swears. “So tight, even after Samu’s filled ya up twice.”
“Fill me up, Uncle Tsumu,” you moan. “Cum in my tight, little pussy, please!”
“Whatever ya want, princess,” Atsumu moans. His hips stutter as you clench around him. “Fuck, gonna fill you up so good. You gonna cum for me again, princess?”
You nod as you reach down to play with your clit. “Want your cum in me, Uncle Tsumu,” you say.
“As soon as you- fuck!- as soon as you cum around my cock,” Atsumu says. “Want you gushing around me, milking my cock, princess.”
“So close, Uncle Tsumu,” you breathe. “Need more.”
Atsumu pulls out, flipping you over, before pounding back into you. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you into his chest. You moan loudly as he hits that spongy, little spot inside you head on.
“Cum on my cock, princess,” he whispers in your ear as you wrap your legs around him. You nod as he fucks you deeper than before.
“Fuck, fuck,” you moan, digging your fingers into his shoulders. You drag your nails down his skin as you cum hard, juices gushing, mixing with Osamu’s cum. “Please, fill me up, Uncle Tsumu! I need it, I need your cum in me!”
“Fuck,” Atsumu grunts as his cock twitches deep inside you. You roll your hips and your walls flutter around him as he paints them white.
“So, full,” you breathe as Atsumu fucks you through his orgasm. Your walls milk him until he hisses from overstimulation.
“Fuck, yer such a good girl, princess,” Atsumu says, laying you down next to Osamu.
You frown as you feel cum leaking down your thighs.
“It’s leaking,” you whine. “Wanna be full.”
Atsumu spreads your legs wide and leans down, licking a broad stripe up your messy slit. You gasp as his tongue pushes his cum back inside of you.
“Just gonna clean ya up, princess,” Atsumu whispers, pushing your legs up to your chest.
You clench around nothing, pushing his and Osamu’s loads out of your cunt. Atsumu licks it up with a low slurping noise.
“Come on, give me more, princess,” he says. He uses his thumb to rub circles over your clit. Your walls spasm from overstimulation.
“Tsumu!” You cry as you cum. Your juices squirt out, drenching his face.
“That’s my princess,” he praises, licking his lips. Atsumu wipes his face off before climbing up his bed to lay on your other side. “Come here, princess.”
You twist out of Osamu’s arms to face Atsumu. He grabs your chin gently and pulls you into a slow, soft kiss.
“I love ya, princess,” Atsumu mumbles, cupping your cheek. Your cheeks burn.
“I love you, too, Uncle Tsumu,” you say. Osamu’s arms tighten around you. “I love you, too, daddy.”
“I love you, sweetheart,” Osamu says. You yawn cutely and snuggle into the soft sheets below you. Atsumu yawns and tosses an arm around your waist.
“Next time, I get her cunt,” Atsumu says, closing his eyes.
“You’ll get what I give you, dumbass,” Osamu says.
“Bastard.”
“Bitch.”
You smile as the sound of the twins arguing fades as you fall asleep.
If we're thirsting over Daddy Red Riot, am I the only one who thinks he'd be like-- a pervy step dad? Like-- omg, I don't evwn know how to explain it. Red Riot marries your momma, but he ends up falling for you?
Maybe momma cheated 😯 and she makes a deal with the pro hero?? *eyebrow wiggles*
He blamed everything entirely on you. Where was he supposed to look when you’d walk around the house in those shorts that were far too small to even be considered shorts and bending over in front of him at any chance you could get. He was only human, and you were more than easy on the eye. Truthfully you should’ve moved out months ago, living at home at 21 had become tedious, especially when Kirishima was trying to control his urges around you. Waking up for those tedious graveyard shifts to use the bathroom when he’d come face to face with you, a tiny towel wrapped around your shorter frame, your skin glistening with the moisture from your shower as you’d give him an apologetic smile, tightening your hold against the front of your towel to deliberately push your breasts up higher to give him an even better view of your chest.
“Oops, Sorry Daddy.” You fluttered your lashes at him, pouting your lips as you slipped by him in the corridor. The implication of the word making his cock stir underneath his gym shorts, tenting against the fabric as he breathed in the smell of your body wash. His crimson eyes unable to remove their focus from your retreating body, leaning back slightly to see if he could catch a glimpse at what lay underneath the material, “Goodnight.” You called just before slipping into your bedroom.
Knowing he should just climb in the shower and get ready for work, but you’re now at the forefront of his thoughts, his cock painfully hard between his muscular thighs and his wife sound asleep in bed. He can’t stop his feet from walking towards your bedroom door. Surprised to see the door ajar, you must have known you left it open, did you do it on purpose? You slutty little whore. His eyes peeking through the gap to see you standing in front of the full-length mirror in your room, bent over as you run the towel through your wet tresses. Kirishima almost groans out loud at the sight of your bare cunt, your pretty little folds already glistening even after your shower. His thoughts already flooding towards how pretty you’d look when he was splitting you on his cock, feeling the stretch of your tiny body against his own as he bottomed out inside you.
You must be doing this on purpose, there was no other explanation.
WARNINGS: cheating, pseudoincest (stepdad/daughter), spanking, age gap (Osamu’s in his thirties and reader is freshly 18), daddy kink, spit kink, breeding kink
2.8k words. unbeta’d and vaguely edited
part one || part two || part three
“I can walk,” you say, slinging your bag over your shoulder. It’s your last year of high school, you’re an adult now, freshly eighteen, you can walk yourself to school, damn it.
“Let me drive ya,” Osamu says, grabbing the keys to his car. “Ya won’t let me make ya lunch anymore, let me at least drive ya to school. We can stop and get breakfast.”
“I can walk, Osamu,” you say, glaring at the older man.
Osamu stops dead in his tracks. “What was that? What did ya just call me?”
You scoff, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “You’re not my dad and I’m not a kid anymore.”
You grab the door handle but before you can open it, Osamu has you spun around, facing him. His face is dark and the grip he has on your wrist is bruising.
“O-Osamu, you’re hurting me,” you whimper, trying, and failing, to pull your wrist from his iron grip.
“There ya go again,” he says. He tuts and shakes his head. “Go sit on the couch. I have to make a few calls real quick.”
His tone leaves no room for argument, so you walk across the living room with all the shame of a scolded puppy.
Osamu is already speaking by the time you sit on the soft couch.
“Hi, this is Miya Osamu, Hanamiya Y/n’s father. She’s feeling a little under the weather today, so she won’t be able to make it in.” Osamu says. He pauses for a moment. “I’ll be around to pick her work up sometimes this afternoon, thank ya. Ya have a good day.”
Before you can speak, Osamu is calling another number.
“Hey, it’s Osamu. Y/n is sick today, so I need ya to watch over the restaurant. Call if there’s an emergency,” Osamu says. He hangs up quickly, and dials yet another number. “Hey, {mother’s name}, Y/n is feeling a bit bad so I’m going to stay home with her today.” He pauses. “It’s no problem, stay at work. If she gets worse I’ll take her to the doctor.” You can barely hear your mother on the other side of the phone, but you hear her small ‘I love you’. “Yeah, I’ll see ya after work.”
Hearing him so clearly dismiss your mother has you seething. You almost want to throw something at him as he hangs up.
“You’re such a dick,” you say as he walks towards you. “You don’t care about her at all. Fuck you.”
Osamu laughs as he sits in the chair next to the couch you’re on. “Fuck me? Oh, no, little girl. I’m gonna make ya regret those words. Come here.”
“Fuck you,” you repeat, crossing your arms.
“I’ll give ya until the count of three,” Osamu says. “One.” You don’t move. His face darkens. “Two. I’m not kidding, little girl. Come here. Now.”
His voice is more serious than you’ve ever heard it. A shiver runs up your spine as you stand without a second thought. You take a few steps until you’re standing directly in front of him.
“Good girl,” he praises. The words roll off his tongue like honey, and, unwittingly, your pussy throbs. “Now, bend over my lap.”
You nearly laugh. “No way, there’s no way. I’m not a child.”
“One.”
You’re bent over his lap before he gets to two.
“See, ya can listen,” Osamu says. His hand runs over your too short school skirt, flattening it down.
Your cheeks burn with humiliation. You can’t remember the last time anyone had you bent over their lap, much less Osamu, who preferred other punishments.
“Osamu, please, I’m sorry,” you whisper.
He lands a heavy hit across your ass, his large hand catching both cheeks.
You let out a loud cry as you jerk forward.
“That again,” Osamu says, shaking his head. “Ya know that hurts my feelings, little girl? Calling me by my name? Like I didn’t raise ya. Now, tell me why ya decided to hurt daddy’s feelings like that?”
Tears burn at your eyes. “I-I hate you!” You cry, tears spilling down your cheeks.
Osamu tuts and lands another heavy handed slap on your ass. “And why is that, little girl? Tell daddy what’s wrong.” He rubs your burning bum soothingly.
“Y-you’re mean to mom!” You sob. “An-and I hate you for it, Miya Osamu!”
Two consecutive slaps land on either cheek and you hiccup a sob.
“That’s where yer wrong, baby girl,” Osamu says, once again rubbing soothing circles on your bum. “Me an’ yer mom had an agreement. It’s not my fault if she gets her feelin’s hurt. She hasn’t said anything to me about it.”
You open your mouth to speak but cry out instead as Osamu spanks you three more times in quick succession.
“An’ anyway, that’s adult business,” Osamu adds. “No place for a little girl’s nose.”
“Osamu, it hurts,” you whine, squirming around on his lap. You freeze when you feel something hard poking against your stomach.
“There we go again,” Osamu sighs. He spanks you no less than five times, each harder than the last. Your body shakes from your sobs.
“Daddy, please!” You cry, tears and snot covering your face. “Please, I’m sorry!”
“There we go,” Osamu says, smiling widely. “That’s my good girl. What’s my name, again, sweetheart?”
“Daddy,” you whimper, sniffling. You rub your face with your sleeve as Osamu rearranges your body so you’re straddling his thighs.
“Daddy’s sorry for spanking ya, sweetheart. I know how my little girl gets sometimes,” he says, hugging you to his broad chest. “Ya get so bratty, daddy just can’t help himself.”
“‘m sorry, daddy,” you sniffle. You can’t help be be acutely aware of Osamu’s hard erection pressing against your sore ass. “D-Daddy, your...”
“What is it, baby girl?” Osamu asks, gently pulling you down, pressing his cock further into your plush ass.
You hiss in pain. “It-it hurts,” you moan.
Truth be told, it hurt so good. Each slap against your ass had your pussy clenching around nothing and now that you knew Osamu was clearly turned on... well it was making your heart beat faster.
“Want daddy to make ya feel better?” Osamu asks. He thrusts his hips smoothly, grinding his cock against your pussy.
You think about your mom. How heartbroken she would be if she found out about this and how your relationship would never be the same.
Osamu’s lips attach to the base of your neck and thoughts of your mother melt away.
“Daddy,” you moan, rolling your hips to feel more of him. “Daddy, please, I wanna feel better.”
“I know, baby, I know,” Osamu mumbled against your skin. “Daddy’s gonna make ya feel better, okay? Daddy’s gonna make everything better.”
Osamu lifts you easily. You wrap your arms and legs around him as he carries you to your room. You try not to think of the bedroom right across from yours that he shares with your mother.
Osamu tosses you on your bed and you immediately reach out for him.
“Wan’ you,” you whine, your hands grabbing at nothing.
Osamu pulls his shirt off and tosses it across the room before climbing on top of you.
“My little girl is so needy for daddy’s cock, eh?” Osamu asks, rocking his hips against yours. You moan and wrap your arms around his neck, lacing your fingers in his hair.
“Daddy, want your cock so bad,” you moan. He pulls back, drawing a long whine from your lips.
“Stop whining,” he orders. Long fingers come up to your shirt buttons, nimble as they unbutton each pearly white button, exposing the peach-coloured bra you were wearing.
Your cheeks burn, suddenly wishing you’d chosen matching underwear this morning, or at least something more mature.
“So cute,” Osamu coos, throwing your shirt away. “Yer so adorable, baby girl.” Osamu pushes your bra up over your breasts and leans down. He gently takes your left nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue against it as he teases the other with his fingers.
“Daddy,” you moan, clenching your fingers in his hair. He pinches your nipple and grazes his teeth over the other.
“Cute little nipples,” he mumbles, leaning up and tugging on both nipples one last time. He presses a kiss between your breasts and trailed down, leaving soft kisses down your stomach until he reaches the hem of your skirt. He looks up at you.
You nod. “Please, daddy. I-I want you.” Osamu makes quick work of your skirt and pink panties.
He kneels between your legs, spreading them wide. “Look at ya, such a pretty pussy.”
Osamu arranged your bodies until he was comfortably facing your cunt. “I could just eat ya up, baby girl.”
“Daddy, I want you to touch me, please!” You cry as he teasingly runs his fingers through your wet folds.
“I am, baby,” he says, smirking wickedly.
“More! Want you to really touch me, daddy!” You say, impatiently bucking your hips up against his hand.
“Settle down, baby,” Osamu says, pushing your hips against the bed with his free hand. “Daddy’ll make ya feel real good, darlin’.”
Before you could say anything, Osamu rubs his thumb in a circle over your clit. Your words get lost in a moan. Your head falls back against your pillow as Osamu leans down. He presses a soft kiss against your inner thigh before wrapping his lips around your clit.
“Samu!” You cry, back arching off the bed as he inserted a single, long finger in your cunt, all the while suckling at your clit.
He landed a sharp slap to your thigh without pulling away. He adds another finger roughly.
“What’s my name, little girl?” He asks. He pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly.
“Daddy,” you whimper as he licks deep into your cunt.
“Good girl,” he praises before leaning back down. He scissors his fingers, slowly stretching your walls. He ate you out in earnest, switching between slurping up your juices and suckling on your clit.
“Daddy, ‘m gonna cum,” you moan, gripping the sheets below you.
“Cum on my tongue, sweetheart,” Osamu says, pulling his fingers out. He rubs figure-8s over your clit and fucks his tongue in and out of your throbbing heat.
“Daddy!” You cry as your orgasm hits you. You cum hard, juices squirting on Osamu's face. He continues rubbing your clit until you start squirming from overstimulation. When he looks up at you, his eyes are dark and his chin is covered with your cum.
“Tastes so good, baby girl,” he says, crawling over you. He grabs your chin and kisses you roughly, not even letting you attempt a fight for dominance.
The taste of yourself on his lips has you thrusting your hips up, eager for more.
“So impatient,” Osamu tuts. He grabs your chin again. “So you’ll take anything daddy gives ya, right, baby girl?”
You nod, desperately waiting for something, anything.
“Open yer mouth,” he orders. Your mouth falls open without a second thought.
You can see Osamu gathering spit in his mouth and you let your tongue loll out in excitement.
“My baby is so desperate,” Osamu coos. “Ya want daddy’s spit that bad, baby?”
You let out a pitiful whine and squeeze his forearm.
You moan when his spit finally hits your tongue. Your eyes close as you savour it for just a moment before swallowing.
“That’s my good girl, swallowing before I even tell ya too,” Osamu praises. “Tell me what ya want, sweetie.”
“I wan’ you,” you whine. You tangle your fingers in the back of his hair and pull him into a brutal, sloppy kiss. “Fuck me, daddy, please.”
Osamu pulls away from you, breathing heavily, lips swollen and eyes dark. He quickly kicks his sweat pants down and off the bed.
“Come on, use yer words,” he says. “What do ya really want, baby?” He uses one hand to trace his cock along your slit, teasing your clit and clenching hole.
“Want your cock in me, daddy,” you say, hooking your right leg around his waist, pulling his hips down to meet yours. “Please, I want it so bad.”
You bite your lip as your eyes burn.
“Aw, is baby gonna cry for daddy’s cock?” Osamu teases. He pushes the fat head of his cock past your folds. You moan loudly.
“Please,” you moan. “Want more.”
Osamu pulls your right leg up and over his shoulder and inches his cock in your wet heat. He moans lowly.
“So fuckin’ tight, baby girl,” he says. Your eyes water as his fat cock burns as he slowly stretches your walls out. “Fuck, look how well yer taking me, baby.”
You glance down to where your skin melds together. You let out a low whine once you realise he’s barely halfway in.
“More, more,” you whimper, rolling your hips up. Every movement has him hitting another spot in you that has you clenching around him.
“Gonna take it all? Gonna be my good girl and take my cock?” He grunts as he pushes deeper. By the time he bottoms out, the head of his cock is pressing against your cervix and your thighs are shaking from the stretch.
“Oh, daddy,” you sigh as he stills. He’s stretching you in a way no one has before, and the burn just adds to the pleasure.
“Yer so fuckin’ full of me,” Osamu says, marvelling at the bulge in your lower stomach. He presses down on it lightly. He moans. “Gonna fill ya up real good, baby. Gonna make ya swollen with my seed.”
“Move,” you moan. “Want you to fill me up, daddy.”
Osamu pulls out slowly. He tosses your other leg over his shoulder and grabs your hips tightly.
“Oh, baby, yer not ready for me,” Osamu smirks. Before you can ask what he means, his hips pound against your ass, his cock going even deeper than before. A moan rips from your lips.
“Daddy!” You call, digging your nails into his shoulders.
Osamu doesn’t slow as his fingers meet your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in small circles. Your walls clench around him as your first orgasm hits you suddenly.
“That’s it, sweetheart, cum on daddy’s cock,” Osamu says. His hips and fingers don’t slow down as you gush around his cock. His pace seems that much more brutal with your overstimulation.
“Hurts,” you choke out. Your thighs tremble as Osamu continues his bruising pace.
“You can take it, sweetheart,” Osamu says. “Yer such a good girl for me, darling.”
Tears roll down your cheeks as another orgasm racks your body.
Osamu’s eyes roll back as your walls milk his cock.
“Good girl,” Osamu rumbled. “Creaming around my cock so well.”
You cry as Osamu speeds up.
“S-so good, daddy,” you sob as he grabs your legs and spreads them wide. You cry harder as he fucks into your cervix. “Fill me up, please, daddy! Want you to breed me!”
“‘m gonna fuck ya so full of my cum,” Osamu grunts, pounding into you slower and deeper. “Gonna knock ya up. Ya want daddy to get you pregnant, huh? Wanna be swollen with daddy’s seed?” You nearly bite your tongue nodding.
“Want your cum, daddy,” you whine as your legs start to ache. A high-pitched whine fills the room as you cum yet again.
“Fuck,” Osamu swears, his pace speeding up again. “Gonna fill you up, sweetheart.”
His cock twitches inside you.
“Please, daddy, please. Want you to fill me up, breed me! Want your baby. Want your cum, need your cum! Please, fill me up, daddy!” You babble uncontrollably as Osamu’s hips stutter.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Osamu moans as he paints your insides white.
One last orgasm hits you as you milk his cock.
“Daddy,” you breathe as his cum fills you up. “So good.”
“Yer such a good girl, sweetheart,” Osamu says. He pulls out slowly.
“No, no,” you whine, clenching around nothing. “Want you to stay in me. Don’t wanna lose daddy’s cum.”
“It’s okay, baby, daddy’ll fill ya up over and over again,” Osamu says. He moves until his arms are wrapped tightly around you and you’re laid across his chest.
He hums with satisfaction as you trace your fingers across his chest.
“Ya were such a good girl, darling. Took my cock so well,” Osamu praised. “Yer daddy’s best girl.”
“Better than your other girls?” You ask.
“Yer the only girl I care about, sweetheart,” Osamu says. “I love ya, little girl.”
“I love you, too, daddy,” you mumble. You yawn.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before you fall asleep, baby,” Osamu says. He easily carries you to the bathroom, sitting you on the edge of the tub as he starts the water.
You frown as you catch sight of your mother’s robe and reality hits you.
“Oh, god,” you whisper. You look down at Osamu’s cum leaking out all over your thighs. “Oh my god.”
“What is it, sweetie?” Osamu asks.
“I’m gonna be sick,” you mumble, covering your mouth. “Mom’s gonna hate me.”
Oh, she’s really going to hate you in three months, when a small bump forms between your hips and you refuse to admit who the father is. Osamu’s smug face whenever it’s mentioned doesn’t miss you.
part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v | part vi || extras || only you, too
“She’s going to be here soon,” you yawned as Osamu reached around you to press his fingers against your clit.
“It’s only six,” Osamu mumbled against the back of your neck. You moaned softly as he slowly slid into you from behind. Osamu grunted as he bottomed out.
“Osamu,” you moaned. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly against him. His thrusts were slow and deep and his fingers never stuttered as they rubbed over your clit.
“Feel good, baby?” Osamu asked. You nodded and turned your head, puckering your lips for Osamu to kiss you. He eagerly complied, slotting his lips against yours immediately.
He swallowed your moans as your stomach tightened and your thighs shook.
“Fill me up?” You asked softly, lips brushing against his.
“Gonna cum already?” He asked.
“Can’t help it,” you said. “You feel so good inside me.” You moaned loudly as he rolled his hips.
“Gonna make ya gush around my cock,” he said. You nodded as his fingers rubbed your clit faster.
“Samu,” you moaned. He lifted your leg to get a better angle.
“Gonna fill ya up, sweet girl,” he said. “Make ya a mommy, yeah?”
You nodded again, unable to speak as his cock repeatedly slammed against your cervix. The metal barbell that decorated the head of his cock dragged against your gummy walls deliciously.
“You-you ever thought of more piercings?” You asked as he kissed your neck and groped your breasts.
“Mmm, why?” Osamu asked. His hips slapped against your ass with a particularly strong thrust.
“Jus’ think a jacob’s ladder would be interesting,” you said, thinking of the way the row of piercings would constantly be dragging against that spongy spot inside you.
“Takes too long to heal,” Osamu said. “Can’t be away from this tight cunt that long.”
Osamu grunted as your walls clamped around him. You let out a high pitched moan.
“Samu, Samu! Gonna cum,” you moaned. Your walls fluttered as Osamu thrusted harder.
“Hold on, princess,” he said, gritting his teeth. “Cum with me.”
“Can’t wait,” you whined, pressing your ass against him to feel him deeper.
“Jus’-jus’ a lil more,” he said. Your eyes burned with tears as you struggled not to cum.
“Samu,” you whined, dragging his name out.
“Fuck, now, cum now, princess,” he swore. You cried out as his teeth sank into the soft flesh of your shoulder. His cock twitched as your walls clenched around him.
Your juices gushed around his cock as your walls fluttered, pulling more and more cum from him.
“Gonna milk me dry,” he moaned. His tongue ran over the tender bite mark he left.
You relaxed into his hold as your orgasms finally ended. You could feel his cock twitching, trying vainly to stay hard in your warm, wet cunt.
“Whatta ‘bout you?” Osamu asked.
“What?” You asked, resting your hand on top of his. You slotted your fingers between his.
“Ever thought about getting any piercings?” He asked.
“Why, you have any suggestions?”
“Well, these cute, lil nipples are just begging for attention,” he said, playfully pinching your nipple.
“Maybe,” you said, smiling as his free hand rubbed up and down your stomach.
“Wasn’t kiddin’ when I said I’d make ya a mommy,” he said. “Wanna see you big and round with my babies.”
“One day,” you said, cuddling into him.
“Wanna start trying in the shower?” He asked.
You laughed. “I think we’ve been trying all week.”
“Okay, wanna try, again, in the shower?”
“Samu, she really will be here soon this time,” you said as Osamu wrapped his arms around you from behind.
“I can’t just hug my love?” He asked, resting his chin on your shoulder as you washed dishes.
“That would be so much sweeter if I couldn’t feel your erection digging into my back,” you said. You flicked water from your fingertips into his face.
“I can’t help it,” he whined. “Ya look hot when yer being all domestic.”
“That’s your misogyny kicking in,” you teased, rinsing the last of the dishes.
“So what if I think ya would make my perfect housewife? Isn’t a man entitled to his thoughts?” Osamu asked.
“Nope,” you popped. You smiled widely and twisted around to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’d be your little housewife. But only for you. Don’t let my friends know, I’m supposed to be a big, bad feminist.”
“You can be a big, bad feminist and a housewife,” Osamu said. “‘S’long as ya chose to be one.”
“Oh-ho, when did you get so knowledgeable?” You joked.
“I was in an all-girl feminists club in college,” he said, cockily.
“Mhm, how many of them did you sleep with?” You asked.
“None!” Osamu exclaimed. You just looked at him. “They were all lesbians.”
“Sounds like a club I’m interested in,” you said.
Osamu smiled. “Oh?”
“Wait, baby!” Osamu whined. You laughed as he pouted.
“I’m joking, joking!” You laughed. “Partially.”
“Oh? Really now?” Osamu asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
“If you make even one threesome joke, I will leave you for Atsumu,” you said.
“I would never joke about a threesome,” Osamu said. “I’d be completely serious.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Calling Atsumu as we speak,” you said, pulling your phone out of your pocket. You held the phone up to your ear. “Hello, the hotter Miya twin?”
“Ouch,” Osamu winced. “Ya really got me where it hurts.”
You pocketed your phone and cupped Osamu’s face with your hands.
“I love you,” you said, smiling.
“I love ya more,” he said. He leaned down, pecking your lips. You giggled as he peppered your face with kisses.
“I love ya, I love ya, I love ya,” he said in between kisses. “I love ya.” He kissed you deeply.
“Cute.”
The two of you jumped apart as your mom’s voice cut through the kitchen.
“You’re home!” You exclaimed.
“We all need to talk,” she said, placing a stack of papers on the table and sitting down.
You and Osamu sat across from her.
“Divorce papers,” she said, sliding them across the table to Osamu.
“That was quick,” Osamu said, reading over the first page. “No fault?”
“I figured that was the quickest and easiest route,” she said.
You nodded as you read the papers over Osamu’s shoulder.
“We each get to keep what we came with,” she said. “I get the house, you get the restaurant. I’m willing to buy out your half of the car.”
“That sounds fair,” Osamu said. He flipped through the pages, reading each one carefully.
“More than,” your mom said.
“What about me?” You asked. The entire time she’d been here, your mom hadn’t once even glanced your way.
“Frankly, I have nothing to say to you,” she said, finally looking at you. “In my eyes, you’re nothing but the other woman.”
A pang of hurt shot through your heart. You’d known you’d hurt her, you just hadn’t expected her to write you off completely.
“He’ll get tired of you, too, sooner or later,” she said, sourly. “You’ll be ready to grovel at my feet for forgiveness once he gets rid of you.”
Tears pricked at your eyes. You glanced at Osamu, who was gripping a pen tightly.
“You have no right to say that to her,” Osamu said. “I didn’t get tired of you. If anything, you got tired of me. Always flirting with other men, going home with them, pretending like I didn’t know.”
Your mom gaped at him, speechless. “I-I…”
“Yeah, I knew about the other men. I know you tried Atsumu and the rest of his team,” Osamu said. “And I know that this is what you did in your first marriage. So don’t talk about Y/n being the other woman.”
“You cheated on Dad?” You asked, tearfully.
“She did, with me,” Osamu said. You looked at him. “I didn’t know she was married when we met, much less that her husband was dying.”
“Don’t turn this on me,” your mom said. “This is about your infidelity!”
“This is all around fucked up,” you said, wiping a stray tear away. “Just sign the papers and let’s go.”
You stood up abruptly, storming to your room where your bags were already packed, along with a few of Osamu’s bags.
You sat on your bed, head in your hands. You’d known she’d been a bad wife, but you’d never thought she’d cheated, much less while your own father had been on his deathbed.
“Baby?”
You looked up at Osamu in the doorway.
“Are you ready?” He asked. You nodded. You slung your backpack on your back and pulled your suitcase behind you.
“I just want to leave this house,” you mumbled. Osamu kissed your forehead as he grabbed his own bags.
“Let’s go,” he said. You followed him down the hallway.
You didn’t say anything to your mom as you slipped on your shoes at the front door.
“I’ll be back for the rest of my things later this week,” Osamu said.
“My apartment should be ready tomorrow,” Osamu said as you dropped your bags in the hotel room.
“The one in Osaka?” You asked. “Near my school?”
“The very one,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. “Now, tell me how ya actually feel, baby.”
You broke down. You buried your face in his chest and sobbed. Osamu rubbed your back as you cried.
“I can’t believe she cheated on my dad,” you cried. “She was- she was the love of his life!”
“I know, baby, I know,” he said, resting his chin on the top of your head. “Let it out.”
“He was on his deathbed, and she was out with some kid,” you sobbed. “He loved her so much and she just doesn’t deserve it! I wish she’d died instead!”
“I’m glad she didn’t,” Osamu said. “Never would’ve gotten to meet ya if she had.”
You nodded. “That’s probably the only good thing she’s ever done for me. Bring me to you.”
“I love ya,” Osamu said. “No matter how it happened, I’m here and I love ya so I can’t be too mad.”
“I love you, too, Samu,” you said.
“Are ya finished crying?” He asked, wiping away your tears. You nodded as he cupped your face. “Good, yer too pretty to cry. Now, I paid extra for a room with a jacuzzi, just for ya.”
“Just for me?” You asked. He nodded. “So you won’t be joining me?”
“Okay, maybe it’s for both of us,” Osamu said, smiling down at you.
“Good,” you said, resting your head against his chest. He hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead.
“Let me start the jacuzzi, yeah?” Osamu said, pulling away from you.
“Hurry up,” you said as he walked towards the bathroom. He turned and smiled at you.
“Almost sounds like yer gonna miss me,” he said.
“I’ll miss you terribly,” you said, dramatically clutching your heart. “Be careful with my heart, you’ve taken it with you.”
“As long as you’re careful with mine,” he said. You smiled as he disappeared into the bathroom and fell back onto the large bed.
Your phone rang from your pocket. You pulled it out and saw that Atsumu was video calling you.
You smiled widely as you answered.
“Uncle Tsumu!” You exclaimed as Atsumu came into focus. “What’s up?”
“The boys and I are on our way to the Olympics!” Atsumu exclaimed. You heard Bokuto and Hinata whoop in the background.
“That’s great!” You said. “Wait, does that mean you’re with the Ushijima Wakatoshi?”
“He’s sitting right across from me,” Atsumu said, turning the phone so that Ushijima was on the screen.
“Introduce me!” You screeched, sitting up excitedly. “Please, please, please!”
“What do I get in return?” Atsumu asked.
“I’ll convince Samu to let you join again,” you said quickly. Osamu poked his head out of the bathroom.
“Who’s joining what?” He asked.
“Atsumu if he introduces me to Ushiwaka,” you said.
“Ushijima-san, can you come here?” Atsumu asked, looking offscreen.
“The jacuzzi is ready, by the way,” Osamu said. You glanced at him.
“Just a minute,” you said.
“This is L/n Y/n, the number two setter in the nation right now,” Atsumu said.
You smiled and waved at the camera.
“I’ve heard of you,” Ushijima said. “You play very well. I can see why you are so highly ranked.”
“Oh, thank you!” You said, beaming. “I just wanted you to know I’m a big fan. You’re basically the reason I kept playing volleyball in high school.”
“Thank you,” he said. “Continue to play well.”
Ushijima disappeared offscreen.
“You’re the best uncle ever,” you said as Atsumu appeared back on screen.
“Of course, anything for my favourite niece,” he said.
“Baby, that water’s going to get cold,” Osamu said.
“I have to go, I’ll talk to you later,” you said. “Good luck at the Olympics!”
“Bye, doll,” Atsumu said. You ended the call and tossed your phone on the bed.
“I’m coming, baby,” you called, stripping from your clothes as you walked towards the bathroom. Osamu was slowly sinking into the steaming water. You climbed over the side and made yourself comfortable in Osamu’s arms.
“What’s this about Atsumu joining us again?” Osamu asked, wrapping his arms around you.
“He introduced me to the Ushijima Wakatoshi,” you said. “He deserves it.”
“I introduced you to four professional volleyball players,” Osamu complained.
“Have I not more than paid you back for that?” You asked. “I mean, I’ve barely spent more than an hour away from your cock this week.”
“Still not enough,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss your neck. His hands drifted to your waist, holding you as his hips ground up. You moaned as his cock slid through your folds.
“Samu, wanna feel you,” you said, grabbing onto his arms. You bit your lip as he grabbed his cock, lining it up with your entrance.
“Whatever you want, baby,” he said, slowly pulling you down on his cock. You moaned softly as your walls molded around him. He pulled you back against his chest and held you closely.
“Love you,” you said, relaxing into his hold.
“I love ya more,” Osamu said, coiling his arms around your waist.
You leaned your head against his chest, closing your eyes as Osamu gently bounced you on his cock.
“Doin’ so good,” Osamu said. He moaned lightly in your ear. “Yer lil pussy is clenchin’ me so tight.” You reached down to rub your clit in slow circles. Osamu pulled you flush against his chest, rutting his hips up, forcing his cock deeper.
“Oh, Samu,” you moaned as your thighs trembled. You rubbed your clit faster, matching the pace of Osamu’s thrusts. “‘m gonna-“
“I know, baby, g’head and cum around my cock,” Osamu said. “Feel ya flutterin’ and clenchin’ ‘round me. Cum on my cock, sweet girl.”
You threw your head back as you gushed around Osamu’s cock. Your fingers slowly came to a stop, unable to move anymore. He knocked your useless fingers out of the way and placed his own fingers on your clit. You squealed as his fingers moved wildly over your clit.
“Samu!” You yelped, grabbing his forearm. He leaned down and kissed your neck sweetly.
“Ya got more in ya, sweet girl,” he murmured against your skin. “Gonna make ya squirt on my cock.”
You moaned as he lightly pinched your clit. Osamu smiled against your skin as your back arched against him.
“Gonna cum again,” you moaned, fingernails biting into Osamu’s forearm.
“Good girl,” Osamu said, kissing your neck. You cried out as Osamu’s fingers sped up.
“Samu, Samu, Samu!” You cried. Your eyes burned with tears as your walls clamped around him and you came for the second time.
“Still didn’t squirt around my cock,” Osamu said, disapprovingly. You frowned as he pulled his hand away from your clit.
“No, no, no-“
“Come on, baby,” Osamu said, lifting you up. You whimpered as his cock slid out of you. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you cum again.”
He carried you into the bedroom and tossed you on the bed. Water droplets dripped onto the blanket below you.
You whined and reached towards Osamu. He looked at you from where he was kneeling on the foot of the bed. He seemed downright predatory as he eyed your wet, naked body. His grey eyes darkened as you spread your legs.
“Samu,” you whimpered, rubbing your swollen, sensitive clit. You whined. Your fingers weren’t enough. Weren’t big and calloused and long like Osamu’s. “Samu, I need you. Please.”
“Can’t make yerself cum, baby?” He asked, crawling towards you. “Need me to do it for ya?”
“Yes!” You cried. Your fingers moved faster as Osamu pressed his lips against the inside of your ankle.
“Maybe try fingering yerself,” Osamu said. He kissed up your leg slowly, lips never leaving your skin.
You desperately shoved three fingers in your wet heat. It still wasn’t enough. You needed Osamu. His fingers, his tongue, his cock.
You pumped your fingers in and out of yourself, crying in frustration. You just couldn’t reach that spot in you. Even when your fingertips did brush against it, they just didn’t feel right. You’d become accustomed to rough, calloused fingers and cool, smooth metal.
You whined in frustration as your thighs shook. Osamu’s lips were pressed to the bend of your knee.
“Samu,” you whined.
“What is it, sweet girl? What’s the matter?” He asked, softly.
“‘S’not enough,” you said, frustrated. “Need you, now.”
“Keep tryin’, baby,” he mumbled, kissing the inside of your thigh. He was so close to where you needed him, you could feel his body heat on your sensitive skin.
He pressed a kiss to your pubic area, and you nearly sobbed in relief.
“Samu,” you said, reaching down to touch his hair when he moved and pressed his lips to your other ankle. You couldn’t help it. You burst into tears.
“Baby, don’t cry,” Samu said, immediately abandoning your leg to cup your face in his hands.
“I-I-I need you!” You sobbed. “Need you in me, Samu, please!”
“I’m sorry, baby, let me make ya feel better, okay?” He asked. You nodded. “Now, don’t cry, my sweet girl. Okay? Let daddy take care of ya.”
Osamu lined his cock up with your entrance. He braced his arms on either side of your head and in one, swift motion, his cock hit your cervix.
You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms and legs around him. Your eyes rolled back as he pounded into you, his hips slapping against yours almost painfully.
“Feel better, my sweet girl?” Osamu grunted. You nodded, unable to find the right words. “Ya were made for my cock, takin’ it so well. When yer my lil housewife, ya’ll be takin’ like this whenever I want, isn’t that right, princess?”
“Yes, daddy,” you moaned, digging your nails into his back. His muscles flexed under your touch. “Gonna take your cock whenever you want. Always want your cock in me.”
“Gonna be my sweet, lil housewife?” Osamu asked. You nodded. “Move in with me.”
“Samu,” you gasped. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder, thrusting into you even deeper.
“Tell me ya will,” he said. He bit his bottom lip as your walls clenched around him. “Can’t- can’t live without ya.”
“Yes, yes!” You exclaimed as he reached between your bodies and rubbed over your clit with two skillful fingers. Your back arched as he pushed your other leg up, knee knocking against your chest.
“Fuck, I love ya,” he moaned, rubbing your clit furiously.
“L-love you,” you stuttered as your stomach tightened. “Gonna, gonna cum!”
Osamu’s hips sped up.
“Come on, squirt all over my cock, sweet girl,” Osamu said. “And I’ll fill ya up, just how ya like.”
You pulled him down, kissing him roughly. Your teeth clicked together painfully, but Osamu’s tongue pressed against yours made it easy to ignore the pain.
Your walls fluttered around him and he groaned into your mouth.
“Fuck,” you hissed as Osamu pulled away.
“Come on,” Osamu said, gritting his teeth as he pushed your legs against your chest. He slapped your clit.
“Samu!” You moaned. His eyes lit up as he slapped your clit again.
“Squirt. On. My. Cock.” Each word was accented with a brutal slap against your clit that had you screaming. Your thighs shook as your back arched. Your hands balled into fists in the wet blanket below you as your orgasm exploded out of you.
“Fuck, Samu!” You shouted, throwing your head back. Osamu moaned as your juices covered his stomach, dripping down to his heavy balls. His balls slapped wetly against your skin as he chased his own orgasm.
“Gonna fill ya up,” he groaned. It took all of your energy to stay conscious as he rutted into you.
Osamu moaned loudly and buried his cock deep as it twitched and spurted out his cum.
“Fuck,” he breathed, collapsing next to you. He cuddled into your side, nuzzling your neck as he wrapped his arms around you.
You smiled weakly as cum leaked out of you and down onto the blanket.
“I love ya,” Osamu murmured, pressing his lips against your neck.
“I love you,” you said. You twisted around to face him. “You really want me to live with you?”
“Of course,” Osamu said. “Can’t imagine it any other way.” He pecked your lips and pulled you closer. “I wanna wake up next to ya every mornin’ and fall asleep next to ya every night.”
Tears burned at your eyes. You rubbed them furiously, trying not to cry.
“Aw, baby, why are ya cryin’?” He asked, smiling at you. He wiped away your tears with his thumbs.
“I just- I really, really love you,” you said, sniffling. Osamu smiled and pulled you into his chest, kissing your head.
“I really, really love ya, too, baby.”
“I just think the bed should go a little more to the right,” you said, watching as Osamu and his friend, Suna, moved the heavy frame. “Hmm, does that seem centered to you?”
“It fucking better be,” Suna said, standing next to you. “Actually, a little to the right.”
“Fuck ya,” Osamu said, pushing the frame. You bit your lip as his arms flexed.
“Stop being horny,” Suna said, pushing you gently.
“I’m not!” You denied, smiling. “I’m just appreciating the view.”
“I’m not moving this damn thing another inch, I don’t care if it’s centered or not,” Osamu said, standing up. He pushed his shirt up as he placed his hand on his side.
“It’s good, baby,” you said. Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist.
“Let’s take a break,” Osamu said. Suna whipped out his phone.
“Let me show you all the embarrassing photos I have of Osamu and Atsumu,” he said with a grin.
“Ooo, yes, please,” you said. You leaned over to look at his phone.
“Baby, no,” Osamu groaned, grabbing your hand and tugging you away. “Don’t look at those. Why do ya even still have those?”
“Because I like to show Atsumu’s fans him getting his ass kicked,” Suna said, following the two of you to the living room.
“He did get his ass kicked a lot, didn’t he?” Osamu said, smiling.
“So you won?” You asked, sitting on the couch.
Osamu scoffed as he sat next to you. “Of course I did.”
“Atsumu is a pussy,” Suna said, handing you his phone. You giggled as you watched high school Osamu and Atsumu roll around on the gym floor.
“Can you send me that?” You asked. “I need it for when Atsumu gets on my nerves.”
“Give me your number,” Suna said. You typed in your number, saving it under your name.
“Come here,” you said, pulling Suna closer to you. “Smile.” You snapped a selfie and saved it as your contact photo.
“Come on, let’s finish the bedroom before ya two bond anymore,” Osamu said, standing up. He stretched his arms out, shirt riding up and showing just a sliver of his tanned stomach. You licked your lips.
“Shouldn’t you be happy that your girlfriend and best friend are getting along?” You asked, standing up.
“Yeah, we could hate each other,” Suna said.
“I knew ya two would get along,” Osamu said. “I almost didn’t want to introduce ya because of it.”
“What? Scared we might replace you?” You teased.
“Yeah, yeah, let’s just finish the bedroom.”
“All that’s left is the bookshelf and the bedside tables,” Suna said.
“The bookshelf is oak, so it’s pretty heavy,” you said. “I want it facing the bed.”
“Come on,” Osamu said, bracing himself on one side of the large bookshelf. Suna grabbed the other side and grunted as they lifted it.
“Careful,” you said, following them to the bedroom.
They carefully sat it down in front of the bed and pushed it back and forth until it was centered.
“There,” Osamu said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Now you can start unpacking your books while we get the bedside tables in here.”
You nodded as he leaned down to kiss you.
“Ew,” Suna said, wrinkling his nose.
“You wanna kiss, Sunarin?” Osamu asked, puckering his lips. You giggled.
“Shut up and let’s get these bedside tables in here so I can leave you two to your domesticity,” Suna said.
“Can you help me move the books in here first?” You asked. “It’s the three boxes by the front door.
Suna and Osamu nodded.
“Thank you,” you said.
Suna and Osamu lifted the boxes with a huff as you pushed yours across the hardwood floor.
“Work smarter, not harder,” you said, smirking as they struggled to carry the boxes.
“Why do you read so much?” Suna asked, carefully dropping the box in front of the bookshelf.
“Yeah, why can’t ya read on yer phone like everyone else?” Osamu asked, dropping his box next to Suna’s. You pushed yours across the bedroom and shrugged.
“I like real books,” you said, opening the first box. You grabbed an armful of books and carefully arranged them on the bookshelf.
“Don’t tell me you’re one of those people,” Suna groaned.
Your face burned. “I like to have a system,” you said, defensively.
“I think it’s cute, baby,” Osamu said. “Do ya want me to help?”
“Thanks, but I’ll do it myself, you two finish up the bedroom,” you said. Osamu nodded and gestured for Suna to follow him into the living room.
You quickly organised the bookshelf, adding in Osamu’s few books alongside your own as you went.
“I think we’re done,” Osamu said as you stood up, stretching out. You looked around the finished bedroom. “All that’s left is unpacking our clothes and whatever.”
“We can do that tomorrow,” you said, standing in between Osamu and Suna. Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist.
“We’ll have it really looking like home tomorrow,” Osamu said.
“I’m excited,” you said, smiling widely. “It’s our first night in our apartment.”
“We’ll have to break it in,” Osamu said, winking at you.
Suna gagged. “I’m taking that as my cue to leave. Call me if you need my help tomorrow, I’ll be in town for the next week.”
“Thanks for your help, Suna,” you said as the three of you walked to the front door.
“It’s no problem,” he said.
“I’ll make dinner one night this week, you should come by,” Osamu said. “Just as a thank you.”
“Let me know when and I’ll be here,” Suna said. He slipped his shoes on before saying goodbye.
“Bye!” You called after him. You shut the door behind you and immediately, Osamu was pulling you into him, kissing you and running his hands down your sides and up your shirt.
“Wanted to do this all day,” he mumbled, not pulling away from you for even a second.
“S-Samu, we should shower first,” you said as he kissed down your neck. “We’re all dirty and sweaty from moving.”
“Who cares?” He asked, pushing you against the door. “Jus’ gonna make ya dirtier and sweatier.”
“Sa- ohh.” You moaned as he bit and sucked at a spot on your neck. “Samu.”
“Come on, I wanna break in that new bed we got,” he said. You wrapped your arms and legs around him as he lifted you.
“Careful,” you mumbled, licking and sucking on his neck.
“Need ya,” he groaned, dropping you on the unmade bed. You pulled him down on top of you as you leaned back.
“Samu,” you moaned against his lips.
“Jus’-Jus’ let me take care o’ ya,” he breathed, pulling away and taking your shirt with him. You bit your lip as he took off his own shirt, revealing his lightly toned stomach and the faint happy trail that disappeared into his shorts.
“You’re so…” you said, running your hands along his stomach and up to his chest. “Fucking hot.”
“Baby,” he moaned as you pinched his pebbled nipple.
“I can’t keep my hands off of you,” you said, pushing him onto his back. You straddled him and pulled your bra off. Your hands went back to his chest as you groped and kneaded his pecs. You pinched and teased his nipples before leaning down and kissing his jawline.
“Stop- ah- teasing,” Osamu moaned as you rolled your hips. Even through four layers, you could feel his fat cock throbbing.
“No,” you said, kissing down his neck, leaving red bruises in random spots leading all the way down to his pecs. You rolled your hips again and groaned as his cock twitched under you.
“At least let me feel ya,” he said. His hands fisted the sheets as you sunk your teeth into the soft flesh of his right pec.
You rolled off of him and shimmied out of your shorts, leaving you in just a pair of white, cotton panties. You unbuttoned Osamu’s shorts and pulled them off before straddling him again. You leaned back down and sucked one of his nipples into your mouth while one of your hands groped his chest and the other played with the elastic of his boxers.
“Fuck,” he swore, throwing his head back as you ground yourself against his cock. “More, more, I wan’ more, please, baby.”
You pulled back, admiring the masterpiece that was Osamu’s chest, painted with bite marks and bruises. He was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling.
“Open,” you said, grabbing his jaw lightly. His mouth fell open, tongue poking out. You leaned over him and shoved three fingers in his mouth. “Suck.”
He drooled as he sucked on your fingers, gagging as your fingers hit the back of his throat. You moaned as you rolled your hips.
“Good boy,” you said, pulling your fingers away. Osamu leaned up, following them before leaning back. “Now watch me.”
You leaned back on one arm as Osamu propped his head up on a pillow. You shoved your spit covered hand down your panties, rubbing your clit slowly. You moaned softly.
“Samu,” you breathed. You felt his cock jump under you. “Samu, feels so good.”
“Wanna see,” Osamu groaned, grabbing your hips. “Please.”
You shook your head as you moaned again. A wet spot formed in the crotch of your panties, turning the thin fabric translucent. Osamu groaned and bucked his hips, looking for anything that would give him the friction he wanted.
“Gonna cum,” you gasped, rubbing your clit faster.
Osamu whined as the wet spot on your panties grew. “Samu, Samu, Samu!”
You sucked in a sharp breath as your walls clenched around nothing and your juices gushed out, coating your panties and fingers. You rubbed your clit slowly, moaning as you milked your orgasm. Cum dripped down, wetting Osamu’s boxers as you leaned up. You struggled not to just collapse in Osamu’s chest as you braved your hands on his stomach. You could feel his cock throbbing against your wet cunt.
“Wanna taste,” Osamu pleaded. You rolled off of him, breathing heavily as you pulled your ruined panties off.
“You really want a taste?” You asked. He nodded. “Open up.”
Again, his mouth fell open without a second thought. You shoved your panties in his mouth, gagging him. He let out a muffled moan.
You slowly inched his boxers down, releasing his heavy cock. It bobbed before laying against his stomach. You straddled him again, slotting his cock between your wet folds. You dragged your hips against him. The head of his cock teased your abused clit as you whimpered from the sensitivity. You tensed as cool metal shocked your hot skin. You relaxed as Osamu grabbed you hips, guiding you as you ground against him. You reached down and guided the tip of his cock into your entrance. You whined as you teased yourself with just the tip.
“Mm-mff,” Osamu said, his words muffled by cotton. You reached up and pulled your panties out of his mouth. “More, take more. Please, can’t take it anymore.”
You shook your head, rotating your hips. His neglected cock throbbed.
“Please, please,” Osamu begged. His fingernails dug into your hips. “Let me be in ya.”
“You teased me until I cried last week in the hotel,” you said, letting the tip of his cock fall out of you. He whined. “So until you cry, I’m not stopping.”
You rolled your hips. His cock dragged against your clit deliciously as you used his body.
“Con-consider yourself lucky I’m not riding your thighs,” you stuttered, moaning as his piercing teased your clit. “I thought about it.”
“Baby, please,” Osamu begged, eyes wide and lower lip poking out in a pout. “Wanna be in ya, wanna cum.”
“I’m not stopping you,” you said.
“Wanna cum in ya,” he said, frustrated. He’s eyes were glossy and you knew it was only a matter of time before tears started rolling down his cheeks.
“I want you to cum inside me, baby,” you cooed, rubbing your hands over his tense stomach. “But you know what I want.”
“I-I can’t,” he stuttered. You tutted and rolled your hips. The tip of his cock snagged your hole and Osamu let out a whimper.
“Come on, baby, I want you in me so bad,” you said, arching your back. “Want you to breed me, want you to knock me up with your babies, please daddy.”
“Baby,” Osamu whimpered as you took the tip inside your tight walls.
“Gonna cum again,” you moaned, rotating your hips. You moaned loudly, reaching down to rub your clit. Your walls clamped around the head of Osamu’s cock, milking it as you came.
“Baby, fuck, no, I’m gonna cum,” Osamu cried. His lashes were filled with unshed tears as you pulled away from him. His cock twitched as he came. You ran your fingers through the pool of cum that was on his stomach and licked them clean.
You hummed. “Baby, what‘s the matter? I thought you wanted to cum inside me.” You pouted as his lower lip wobbled. He blinked slowly and a tear ran down his face.
“Oh, baby, don’t cry,” you cooed, cupping his face. You kissed his tears away. “Gonna make you feel better.”
You pumped his cock a few times, bringing it back to hardness.
“Baby, please,” he whimpered as you thumbed his slit. You glanced up at him. Tears were still falling down his cheeks. “Please, I wanna be in ya.”
You smiled at him and straddled him once again. You both moaned as you sank down his length.
“Thank ya, thank ya, thank ya, I love ya so much, wanna fill ya up, fuck, please,” Osamu babbled. You wiped his tears away then grabbed his hands as you bounced on his cock. He intertwined your fingers, bringing both of your hands up to his lips. “I love ya.”
“I love you, Samu,” you said as his cock nudged your cervix. “Fuck, ‘m sorry for making you cry, baby.”
“Liked it,” he mumbled. He threw his head back with a moan as you swivelled your hips. “Liked it so much. Feels so good.”
“Oh?” You said. You moaned as Osamu rolled his hips. “You like when I take control?”
“Yes, yes!” He gasped as you sped up. You let out a choked moan as his hips lifted to meet yours.
“Let me choke you,” you moaned, running one of your hands up to his throat. He nodded as his eyes closed. You squeezed lightly. Osamu groaned loudly, his throat rumbling under your hand.
“More, more,” he said, reaching up to grab your wrist. You squeezed harder and his eyes rolled back with a moan.
“Fuck, so pretty,” you said. You moaned loudly as he bucked his hips up.
“Fuck,” Osamu choked out as his cock twitched. You loosened your grip on his throat, letting oxygen flood his lungs. “Gonna cum, gonna cum!”
“Fill me up, Osamu, please,” you moaned as his cock nudged your cervix. “Please, wanna be full.”
Osamu moaned loudly, pulling your hips down to bury his cock in your cunt as he painted your walls white. You reached down to rub your clit as he filled you up, clenching around him as you came. You both breathed heavily as you collapsed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you.
“So, I thought Atsumu was the sub,” you breathed.
“I can still flip ya over and bend ya in half,” Osamu said. He chuckled as you snorted.
“I doubt either of us could move that much right now,” you said.
“I think yer wrong,” Osamu said. “I plan on fucking ya in every room of the apartment before the sun comes up.”
“I say we continue this in the kitchen then,” you said as your stomach grumbled. “I’m starving.”
“We only have rice,” Osamu said. You groaned and rolled off of him.
“Pizza or sushi?” You asked, grabbing your phone from the bedside table.
“Sushi,” Osamu said. “Ya think we can christen the living room before they get here?”
“Only one way to find out,” you said, dialling the number to the sushi place. You winked at Osamu as the phone rang.
He molded his body against yours, nuzzling your neck as you ordered the food.
“We have twenty-five minutes,” you said, placing your phone back on the bedside table.
“More than enough time,” Osamu said. He scooped you up from the bed and carried you to the living room.
“No, no, absolutely not!” You exclaimed, laughing loudly.
“Come on, let me try it!” Osamu said.
“You are not eating sushi off my body, sorry, but no,” you said, shaking your head.
“I’ll feed ya, too,” he said. You laughed as he pouted.
“Okay, fine,” you said. “But not tonight.”
“I’ll plan it,” Osamu said. “Maybe I’ll even invite our friends.”
“Oh, absolutely not,” you said. “Atsumu is not eating sushi off of my naked body.”
“What about Rin?” Osamu asked.
“I thought you didn’t like to share,” you said. “Food or otherwise.”
“Is it a crime to want to show off my beautiful, amazing, sexy girlfriend?” Osamu asked. Your face burned.
“Shut up,” you said, stealing a piece of sushi from his plate. “We can discuss details later.”
“I love ya,” Osamu said, smiling widely.
“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled. “Love you, too.”
Osamu smiled again, and held out a piece of sushi for you. You smiled before copying him.
“Suna’s not allowed to take pictures,” you said. “In fact, I don’t want him to have his phone at all.”
“Fair enough,” Osamu said, shrugging and finishing off his roll. “Wanna help me wash dishes?”
“Yes,” you said, chewing the last piece of sushi as Osamu gathered the trash and dishes he’d insisted you’d used.
You followed after him, wearing only his t-shirt. Osamu dropped the dishes in the sink then immediately caged you against the counter.
“Ya look cute in my shirt,” he mumbled, nosing at your neck. He kissed your skin softly before leaning up to kiss your lips.
“Why, thank you,” you said, putting your arms around his neck. He lifted you and sat you down on the edge of the counter, pushing the too long shirt up to reveal your leaking cunt. His loads from earlier were coating your thighs as they slowly leaked out of your used cunt.
“Aw, baby, yer leaking my cum everywhere,” Osamu cooed, gathering his cum on his fingers and pushing it back into your hole. “Ya want more?”
“Please,” you begged as his fingers pumped in and out of you. He held his cum covered fingers up to your lips. You grabbed his wrist as you took them in your mouth, sucking and licking them clean. You looked up at him through your lashes. His eyes were dark and dilated as he watched your tongue move up and down his fingers.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. He pulled his hand away and shoved his shorts down around his ankles. His cock bobbed heavily.
“Gonna breed me again, Samu?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his chest and pulling him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Gonna put your babies in me?”
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, lining his cock up with your entrance. “Gonna make ya a mommy, fuck.” He moaned as his cock slowly filled you up, still stretching you out even after filling you up twice before this.
“Osamu, wanna have your babies,” you moaned as he thrusted into you at a nice, normal pace. You let your head drop onto his shoulder as he thrusted deeper, cock pressing painfully against your cervix.
“You will, baby,” he said, thrusting harder. You whimpered as his cock head broke past your cervix.
“S’too deep,” you moaned. Your fingernails dug into his back as he pushed deeper and deeper.
“Shh, shh, you can take it, baby,” Osamu said as you whined and whimpered. “Takin’ my cock so well, yer so good for me, princess.”
You moaned into his shoulder as he pushed your shirt up, squeezing and groping your breasts. He rocked into you at a steady pace, focusing more on thrusting deeper and deeper than harder.
“So deep in me,” you moaned against his warm skin. “Can feel you in my throat.”
“What was that, baby?” Osamu asked. “Want me in yer throat?”
“Can feel you in my throat,” you said, louder. “You’re so deep in me.”
Osamu snapped his hips against yours, punching past your cervix again, and stilling. You let out a long, low moan.
“Ya can feel me here, baby?” Osamu asked, pressing his hand against the small bulge at the bottom of your stomach. You whined and nodded. “What about here?” He pushed you back to face him and wrapped his hand around your throat.
“Samu,” you moaned as he gently squeezed the sides of your throat. Your walls clenched around him. He slowly started to thrust into you again.
“If ya wanted me t’ choke ya, ya jus’ had t’ ask,” he said. You breathed shallowly as he squeezed harder.
“More, more,” you breathed, holding on to his wrist as your lungs started to burn. “Fuck me.”
“Ya want more?” Osamu asked. His hips sped up, slapping against your noisily as he pressed down on your throat.
You couldn’t speak as he pounded into you, fucking past your cervix with every thrust. Your lungs burned and your head spun from lack of oxygen.
“Sa-mu,” you choked, holding onto his forearm loosely. He grunted and thrusted into you harder.
“Gonna cum around my cock, baby?” He asked, grunting as your walls clenched around him. You couldn’t answer, not even able to nod your head in response.
“Can’t answer? Aw, is my baby fucked dumb?” He cooed. You could barely comprehend his words as your head swam.
“My dumb, lil baby,” Osamu cooed, letting his hand loosen. You gasped as oxygen flooded your lungs. Your head spun and you moaned as your walls fluttered around Osamu’s cock. “Cum around my cock.”
“Cumming,” you gasped as Osamu’s hand tightened around your throat again. Your eyes rolled back as you gushed around him. Osamu fucked you through your orgasm, each thrust accompanied by the sound of Osamu’s skin against yours and a loud squelch as your juices dripped down your skin.
“Feels so good to be in control,” Osamu said, smiling wickedly as he choked you. “I control everything you do. When you cum, when you breathe. I love that you let me use you like a lil doll.”
You smiled as Osamu kissed you roughly. He released your throat and pulled back.
“Samu,” you whined.
“Open.” He didn’t give you a choice as he squeezed your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. You stuck your tongue out as he gathered spit in his mouth.
“My good, sweet girl,” he cooed. He spat in your mouth before kissing you messily. A mix of yours and his spit ran down your chins as he devoured you.
“Gonna cum in you,” he groaned as he pulled back, strands of saliva still connecting you two.
“Please, please,” you begged, wrapping your arms around his chest and digging your nails into the back of his shoulders. You pulled him in deeper with your legs wrapping around him tighter. “Knock me up, Samu, please.”
“Ya gonna cum with me?” He asked, rolling his hips. You nodded as he reached down to rub your clit. You moaned loudly.
“Gonna fill ya up, sweet girl,” Osamu moaned. You nodded and let your head fall against his shoulder. He moaned as you licked and sucked at his neck.
“Fuck,” you hissed as his cock twitched inside you. “Cum in me.”
Osamu grunted as he slapped your clit.
“Wan’ ya to cum ‘round my cock,” he said, slapping your clit again. Your thighs trembled as he rubbed your clit in fast circles.
“Samu, Samu,” you cried. “Gonna cum.”
You moaned, long and high pitched as your walls clamped down around him. He groaned as you gushed around him. His cock throbbed and he spilled inside you, filling you up with his cum.
You whimpered as he pulled out, clenching around nothing and pushing his cum out. He tutted and used his fingers to push it back in.
“Be a good girl and keep my cum in you,” he said.
You nodded and leaned back against the cabinets as he pulled his shorts up and started washing the dishes.
“Samu,” you murmured, carefully climbing off the counter. Your legs wobbled and you quickly wrapped your arms around Osamu, trying to keep yourself upright.
“Be careful, baby,” he said, drying the dishes. “You should’ve stayed on the counter until I was done. Come ‘ere.”
He gently twisted around in your arms and scooped you up, holding you closely to his chest.
“I love you,” you mumbled as he carried you through your bedroom and into the connected bathroom.
“I love ya, too, baby,” he said, kissing your forehead as he set you down on the marble countertop.
He started the bath and turned back towards you. “Now, stay there until I get back. Okay?”
You nodded and leaned back against the mirror. You could feel Osamu’s cum leaking out of you, so you leaned down and pushed it back in. You moaned softly as you thrusted your finger in and out, coating them in Osamu’s cum. You licked your fingers clean and pushed them back into you.
“What’s this?” Osamu asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe.
“D-Didn’t wanna lose your cum,” you moaned, using your other hand to rub your clit. “Kept leaking out.”
“Want me to get ya a plug, baby?” Osamu asked, watching hungrily as you fingered yourself. You nodded.
“Don’t wanna lose any,” you said. You moaned as your walls fluttered around your fingers. “Wanna cum.”
“G’head, baby,” he said, stepping closer to you. He kneeled in front of you, spreading your legs as your thighs shook. “Come on, cum fer me.”
“Daddy,” you keened, back arching. You moaned loudly as you pulled your fingers out of your heat and focused on your clit. You cried out as Osamu spread your legs further. “Fuck, gonna-gonna—“ You cut off with a loud moan as you squirted into Osamu’s face. Your thighs rested on his shoulders as your juices dripped down his face.
He closed his eyes slowly. “Fuck me,” he groaned, palming himself through his shorts. “Yer so hot, baby.”
You slouched down as he turned the bathtub water off and then returned to his spot between your thighs.
“Samu, no, no more,” you moaned as he buried his face in your cunt. You tangled your fingers in his hair, trying to pull him away as he licked up your slit.
“Ya got more in ya,” he said, pulling back. He kissed the inside of your thigh gently before licking into your wet, hot heat. You squirmed as his tongue pushed into your hole, his nose bumping your clit as he slurped up a mixture of both of your cum.
“Samu,” you whined, tugging his hair. He groaned, sending vibrations straight to your cunt. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked roughly, desperately wanting you to cum in his face again.
“Come on, want ya t’ cum in my face,” he said, pulling back to breathe.
“Samu, it hurts,” you cried as he shoved three fingers in your abused hole. He ignored you as he flicked his tongue against your clit. Your eyes burned as your legs shook from overstimulation.
Osamu added a fourth finger as he thrusted in and out of you. His other hand palmed at his half hard cock through his shorts.
“Samu!” You squealed, thighs clamping around his head as he curled his fingers in you, dragging against that spongy spot. He curled his fingers again and again, sucking at your clit harshly.
“Fuck, fuck! Gonna cum! Samu!” Tears rolled down your cheeks as he pulled his fingers out of you and shoved his tongue in your stretched out hole as you came. Your juices gushed around his tongue as he moaned.
“That’s my girl,” he said, smiling as he leaned back on his feet. You breathed heavily as you leaned against the mirror, chest heaving. “Ya wanna get in the bath, now?”
You nodded. He carefully pulled his shirt off of you and pushed his shorts down before gently picking you up. He eased into the bathtub, rearranging you once he was comfortably leaning back in the hot water. You leaned against his chest. You crossed your arms and intertwined your fingers with his as you closed your eyes.
“Hey, baby?” Osamu asked.
“Hmm?” You hummed. He nosed your neck, pressing a few kisses against your skin before speaking again.
“Ya know I love ya,” he said, lips brushing against your ear. “Right?”
“I love you, too, Samu,” you said, leaning your head back on his shoulder.
part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too
“Can’t I just stay the night?” Atsumu groaned as he got dressed.
“We’re going out tonight,” Osamu said, throwing Atsumu’s shirt at him.
You rolled over in the bed, pulling the blanket over your nude form. You propped yourself up on your elbow, appreciating Osamu’s strong body as he pulled his boxers up.
“Good morning, baby,” Osamu said, smiling as he leaned down to peck your lips.
“Mmm, morning,” you hummed. “What time is it?”
“Five in the afternoon,” he said. “You only slept for a few hours.”
You nodded, stretching out and yawning. “I’m going to shower,” you mumbled, sitting up.
You looked at Atsumu, who was still standing in your room.
“What?” He asked, finally noticing you staring at him.
“Get out,” you said, gesturing towards the door.
“Like I wasn’t just balls deep in yer pussy,” he grumbled, crossing his arms and walking out.
“Like you didn’t nearly cum in your pants while I choked you!” You called after him. You smiled as you heard him grumbling from the hallway.
“Ya okay?” Osamu asked.
You shrugged as you stood up on wobbly legs. “A little sore.”
You took a step towards your bathroom and your knees buckled. Thankfully, Osamu managed to grab your waist before you could fall.
“Let me help ya,” he said, holding you steady as you shakily walked to the bathroom. He sat you on the edge of the tub as he started the shower.
“I’ve got it from here,” you said. Your legs shook as you stood up but they stayed under you.
“Call if ya need me,” Osamu said, helping you into the shower.
You showered quickly. You brushed your teeth and fixed your hair before joining the twins in the living room.
“You never said where we were going tonight,” you said, curling up by Osamu on the couch. “How should I dress?”
“Casual,” he said, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. “What you’re wearing now is fine.”
You glanced down at the sundress you were wearing. It was longer than your other one, so it already had Osamu’s stamp of approval.
You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder.
“We’re getting dinner? Great, where are we going?” Atsumu asked, plopping down next to you.
“We’re getting dinner and yer goin’ home,” Osamu said.
“Worth a try,” Atsumu said, shrugging. “Kiss goodbye?”
“I’m gonna kick yer ass,” Osamu said. Atsumu stood with a smirk.
“Not even a lil one?” Atsumu said. You smiled and stood up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Don’t forget to cover that bruise on your throat,” you said, sitting back down. Atsumu whipped out his phone, swearing loudly when he saw the hand-shaped bruise across his neck.
“Damn it, what am I supposed to tell the boys?” Atsumu asked.
You shrugged as you cuddled into Osamu’s side.
“That you like getting choked by cute girls?” You suggested. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”
Atsumu groaned out a goodbye as he left.
Osamu pulled you into his lap and peppered kisses on your face as you giggled.
“Not that I don’t like it, but what was that for?” You asked, smiling after he kissed your lips.
“What, I can’t kiss my girlfriend?” Osamu asked, kissing your nose again. “Just wanna remind ya who ya belong to.”
“Never forgot,” you said, pecking his lips. “Need I remind you whose name I was moaning the whole time?”
You cupped his face and peppered him with kisses. “I love you, Miya Osamu.”
“I love ya,” Osamu said, kissing your lips one more time. “Let me go get dressed and we can go eat.”
“I guess I can let you go,” you said, moving off his lap. You laid on the couch, watching him walk down the hallway.
You checked your phone, responding to a few messages from your school friends and checking your socials. As expected, your mom’s ‘it’s complicated’ status had garnered a lot of attention. Comments ranging from ‘oh, i’m sorry sweetie’ to ‘i never liked him anyway’ to, to your joy, ‘he was too young for you anyway, don’t you have a daughter his age?’.
You cackled as you scrolled through the comments. Your mom had even responded to some, stating ‘he knows what he did’. You rolled your eyes and closed your facebook.
“Ready?” Osamu asked, stepping in front of you.
“When you are,” you said.
The restaurant was small and cozy, with the scent of fresh bread filling the air. You smiled as Osamu led you to a table in a secluded corner, pulling out your seat for you before sitting across from you.
“Everything here is fantastic,” Osamu said as you read over the menu. “My friend from uni runs this place, he’s almost a better chef than I am.”
“Almost?” You questioned. “So humble, Osamu.”
“Miya-kun!” A man exclaimed, rushing towards your table.
“Takahashi-kun,” Osamu greeted, smiling at the man.
“It’s been a while!” Takahashi said. “This the wife?”
You winced.
“Ah, not yet,” Osamu said. “I’m actually in the process of getting a divorce. This is my girlfriend, L/n Y/n.”
You smiled widely. “Hi, nice to meet you,” you said.
“Nice to meet you! It’s nice that you managed to get Miya to drag you out here, he rarely makes time to come visit his old friends,” Takahashi said. “I think I met the wife once? Maybe twice.”
“I have my own restaurant to run,” Osamu said. Takahashi rolled his eyes. “You can also visit me.”
“I have my own restaurant to run,” Takahashi said with a small laugh. “Speaking of, what can I start you off with?”
Your food came out quickly. Takahashi made polite conversation before leaving you two by yourselves.
“So, tell me about your childhood,” you said. “I feel like we only ever talk about me.”
“What do ya wanna know?” Osamu asked, taking a bite of his rice.
“What are your parents like?” You asked.
“My ma raised us alone,” Osamu said. He smiled before continuing. “Our dad wasn’t that great, he left when we were still babies.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said.
Osamu shrugged. “He wasn’t a great guy, anyway. Leaving was probably the best thing he ever did for us. He used to abuse my ma. He tried to come back when Tsumu and I were in high school, but we ran him off.”
“Ran him off?” You asked.
“He got a lil too hands-on with ma, and Tsumu and I kicked his ass out the door and told him not to come back,” Osamu said. “And that was the last time we saw him.”
You hummed. “Good for you, then.”
“But yeah, ma raised us by herself, never remarried or anything. She worked two jobs just to support us and put us through volleyball,” Osamu said. “But she never missed a game.”
“She sounds great,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.
“She is,” Osamu said, smiling fondly. “I can’t wait for ya to meet her.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” you said, smiling. “Tell me something else, I want to know everything.”
Osamu smiled at you before reaching across the table and grabbing your free hand.
“Tsumu and I have always been really competitive,” Osamu started. You smiled at him as he spoke.
“I really enjoyed the food,” you told Takahashi as he cleared off your table. “And thank you for the dessert, it was amazing.
“Anything for a friend!” Takahashi exclaimed, stacking the two empty plates in his hands. “And don’t worry about the bill, consider it on the house.”
“I owe you one,” Osamu said.
“I’ll take salted salmon onigiri and your miso soup any day of the week,” Takahashi said, smiling widely. “It was nice meeting you, and Miya-kun, it was nice seeing you again. Don’t be a stranger!”
“I’ll try to come by more often,” Osamu said. You both stood after Takahashi disappeared into the kitchen. Osamu grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the restaurant.
“That was nice,” you said, swinging yours and Osamu’s arms.
“It was,” Osamu agreed. “What do ya want to do now?”
“I don’t know, do you have anything in mind?” You asked.
“There’s a club I like that’s not too far from here,” Osamu said.
“That sounds fun,” you said, smiling. “You’re buying the first round of drinks.”
“Deal,” Osamu said. He stopped abruptly, tugging you into his chest and leaning down. “I love ya.” He pecked your lips.
“You keep saying that like the world’ll end if you don’t,” you teased, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again.
“Jus’ don’t want ya to forget,” Osamu mumbled. “Gotta remind ya.”
“I think it’s sweet,” you said. You intertwined your fingers with his and brought his hand up to your lips. “I love you, too.”
You smiled as Osamu handed you a glass.
“One vodka cran for my princess,” he said, sliding into the booth next to you.
“Thank you,” you said. You took a sip of your drink and made a face. “A little light on the cran.”
“Lightweight,” Osamu teased. He tossed back his glass of whiskey and shivered. “Ugh.”
“Lightweight,” you mocked, elbowing his side. You downed your drink. “Dance with me?”
“Of course, anything my princess wants,” Osamu said. He pulled you out of the booth and onto the dance floor.
Osamu’s hands rested on your hips as you ground against him. It wasn’t long before Osamu was turning you around, pulling you against his body as his hips moved to the beat. Your bodies moved together, grinding and bumping against each other as the two of you felt the rhythm.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to face you.
“Ya look like a goddess,” Osamu breathed in your ear. “Every guy in this club has his eyes on ya.”
You let out a shaky moan as Osamu’s hips dragged against yours.
“Come on,” Osamu mumbled, pulling you through the dancing bodies.
Osamu led you into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. He sat you on the edge of the sink, lips slotting against yours sloppily.
“Samu,” you said, running your hands up his shirt as he pushed your dress up around your waist. “Wanna feel you.”
“Later, princess,” he said, pushing his jeans down just enough to release his cock. “Gotta be in ya.”
He tugged your panties to the side and pressed the head of his cock flush against your entrance.
“I love ya,” he said, pecking your lips before pushing into you. You let out a high moan as he stretched you.
“Gen-gentle,” you stuttered. “Still sore from earlier.”
“Oh, princess, I got ya,” Osamu said, tip kissing your cervix. He held you tightly against him as he slowly thrusted into you. You moaned softly as you rested your head against his chest.
“Love ya so much, jus’ wanna fill ya with my babies,” Osamu said. You moaned, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper.
“Love you,” you moaned, kissing his neck. Osamu reached between you and rubbed your clit slowly, in time with his thrusts.
“Not gonna last,” he groaned. The fingers on your clit sped up. “Cream around my cock, princess.”
Your hands clenched in Osamu’s shirt as your stomach tightens. Your thighs trembled as you moaned in his ear.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Osamu groaned. His cock twitched as your walls clamped around him. You came with a soft moan, burying your face in his neck as Osamu filled you with cum.
“Samu,” you whined as he pulled out. A mix of yours and his cum slowly leaked out of your stretched hole.
“Hold on,” Osamu said, kneeling in front of you. He tossed your legs over his shoulders and licked a bold stripe up your cum coated folds.
“Osamu!” You exclaimed, legs twitching as his tongue licked deep into your hole. You moaned as he ate you out like a man starved, slurping up cum and spreading your pussy lips with his fingers to lick deeper.
“Taste so good with my cum leakin’ outta ya,” Osamu moaned. He stood up and kissed you, pushing cum into your waiting mouth. You moaned and swallowed instinctively.
You hummed and kissed him again. “Mmm, thank you,” you mumbled against his lips.
“Come on, I’m about ready to get ya outta that dress,” Osamu said, lifting you off the sink. Your legs shook as you stood up, and Osamu wrapped his arm around you to keep you steady.
“Let’s go home,” you said, smiling at him.
“Baby, no,” Osamu groaned as you sat up in your bed. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back down against his chest.
“We’re supposed to meet the boys in an hour,” you said, struggling to escape Osamu’s iron grip around you. “I need to shower and get my stuff together.”
“Can’t we just cancel?” Osamu asked, holding you tighter. “Just, I wanna spend the day with ya. We can do whatever ya want.”
“Baby, we still have three free days before my mom gets back,” you said. “Let’s just go play this game and then we can come back home and spend the rest of the day in bed.”
Osamu pouted but let you go.
“Thank you,” you said, crawling over him. You pecked his lips before you rolled out of bed. “Come shower with me?”
Osamu was up immediately, following you to your bathroom.
Your shower lasted longer than it should’ve, thanks to Osamu. As soon as the water hit your body, his lips were glued to your skin, his hands on your waist. Before you knew it, you were pressed against the cool, shower wall as he fucked you from behind.
“We’re gonna be late,” you complained as you got dressed.
“Didn’t hear ya complainin’ when ya were cummin’ ‘round my cock, princess,” Osamu said, kissing your head.
You swatted him away, glaring at him.
“You’re insatiable,” you grumbled, tossing a pair of black spandex shorts in your gym bag.
“I’ll show ya insatiable,” he said, hugging you from behind. His hand slipped down the front of your skirt, teasing the edge of your panties as he sucked on your neck.
“Samu, no,” you said, making no move to push him off. You bucked against his hand as his fingers circled your clit.
“Come on, baby,” Osamu mumbled, lips pressed against your skin. “Let me make ya cum one more time.”
You huffed. “Five minutes, then we’re leaving.”
“More than enough.”
“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto exclaimed, hugging you tightly as you walked onto the court.
“Bokkun!” You exclaimed, smiling widely as he spun you around.
“Y/n-chan!” Hinata exclaimed, hugging you as soon as Bokuto sat you down.
“My favourite niece!” Atsumu shouted, running across the court to greet you. Sakusa followed after him, offering you a casual nod as Atsumu hugged you.
“I might as well not even be here,” Osamu said, crossing his arms.
“Osamu-kun!” Hinata exclaimed, throwing himself at the man. Osamu immediately caught him, and tossed him back on his feet.
“Just a hello would’ve been fine,” Osamu said.
You giggled as he walked over to you, gluing himself to your side.
“Let us go change and we can get started,” you said.
“Locker rooms are that way,” Sakusa said, pointing towards the end of the gym. “Hope you don’t mind using the men’s, the women’s is locked up today.”
“It’s fine,” you said, shrugging. You followed Osamu into the locker rooms and changed quickly.
“Hey,” Osamu called before you could walk out. You turned towards him. “I love ya.” He pecked your lips before following you out of the locker rooms.
“Okay, let’s play!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands together.
Hinata whooped loudly as he jogged towards you.
“We’re gonna crush them!” He exclaimed. Bokuto high fived you both as Osamu joined Atsumu and Sakusa.
“Let’s warm up first,” you said, smiling.
You stretched out, rolling your shoulders before getting into position. You set a few balls for both boys before Sakusa called for the game to start.
The game lasted five sets, your team winning three of them. After Hinata scored the last point, Bokuto pulled you into a tight hug, spinning you around.
“Aha! Suck it!” You shouted once Bokuto put you down. Atsumu flipped you off, smiling regardless.
“We let you win,” Osamu said, ducking under the net. You rolled your eyes as he pulled you into a hug.
“Oh, sure,” you said.
“No hugging the enemy!” Atsumu exclaimed. Sakusa slapped him on the back of the head before hugging you quickly.
“You’re good, probably better than Atsumu,” Sakusa said. You smiled widely.
“Thanks,” you said as Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist. Bokuto and Hinata both gave you a look.
“I have something to tell ya,” Osamu said. You cocked an eyebrow as you looked up at him. “M/n and I are getting a divorce.”
“Finally,” Bokuto groaned. “I couldn’t take her hitting on me every time we saw each other.”
“So, you’re with her daughter now?” Sakusa asked. Your face heated up as Osamu nodded.
“And this isn’t just you trying to get back at her for trying to sleep with us?” Sakusa asked.
“No, I love Y/n,” Osamu said, glancing down at you with a smile.
“And I love you,” you said.
“As sweet as that is, isn’t it a little fast?” Sakusa asked.
“Probably,” you said. “But who cares? My mom’ll probably be remarried by the end of the year.”
“We know the relationship is a little taboo,” Osamu said, “but we just can’t help it.”
“Pay up,” Hinata said, grinning widely as he held his hand out to Bokuto.
“Fuck you,” Bokuto grumbled, handing a bill over to Hinata.
“What exactly did you two bet on?” You asked.
“When you two would get together,” Hinata said. “Bokuto-kun bet it would be the next time you visited.”
“Should’ve known Osamu-kun would move fast,” Bokuto said, hair drooping.
“Shut up, you literally caught us,” you said, shoving the blond twin.
“But it was my twin senses which led me to catching you,” Atsumu said. You rolled your eyes.
“Anyway, lunch?” You asked.
“Baby, you promised,” Osamu groaned as you sat up in bed.
“Promised what?” You asked, stretching your arms out.
“We could spend one of our days in bed,” Osamu said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back down.
“One, I never promised that,” you said. “And two, I need to pee. Then I’ll come right back to bed.”
“Fine,” Osamu said, pouting. He released you from his hold. You hopped up and walked to the bathroom. You showered quickly and brushed your teeth before redressing in your pajamas (Osamu’s t-shirt and a pair of his boxers).
“Ya take too long,” Osamu grumbled as you crawled back into your bed. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.
“I took ten minutes to shower and wash off, sue me,” you said, rolling your eyes.
Osamu rolled over, pulling you on top of him. “Why wash off when I’m about to make ya dirty again?”
You laughed. “That was so bad, Samu.”
Osamu pushed your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor. He grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and teasing your nipples with his fingers.
“Samu,” you moaned, running your hands over his broad chest. “Let me.”
Osamu pulled his hands away from your skin as you leaned down. Your plush lips wrapped around his left nipple, your tongue teasing the cool, metal barbell as you pinched his other nipple with your fingers.
“Fuck,” Osamu hissed, lowly. His back arched as your free hand drifted to his half hard dick. You palmed him through his boxers, heart racing as you felt him harden beneath your touch.
You pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting you to Osamu. You pinched his swollen, spit-covered nipple, drawing out a high pitched moan from him as you switched to the other.
“Baby,” Osamu breathed, tugging your hair as you suckled his nipple. You hummed in response. “Feels good.”
You smiled against his skin as you continued to palm him. You pushed his boxers down, freeing his cock. You pulled away, straddling him.
“Wanna watch you,” you said, running your hands over his soft stomach.
“Watch me what, baby?” He asked, settling his hands on your hips.
“Wanna watch you get off,” you said. “Please, Samu, I wanna watch you touch yourself.”
“Why would I do that when yer right here?” He asked, moving your hips so you ground against his cock.
“Please,” you begged. “Please, I wanna know what you look like when you’re getting yourself off. Please, daddy, for me.”
Osamu sighed. “Fine, just for ya, princess.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you said, leaning down and kissing him. You moved off of him, watching as he kicked his boxers off.
Osamu wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and let out a shaky breath. He pumped himself once, twice before letting his free hand drift to his puffy nipples.
“Y/n,” he moaned, softly as you leaned back, pushing your hand under the waistband of Osamu’s boxers you were wearing.
“I’m right here, baby,” you said, reaching out with your free hand to touch his shoulder. He relaxed at your touch and pumped his length slowly.
“Doesn’t feel like ya,” Osamu whined as he thumbed his slit. You pressed two fingers against your clit as he gathered precum on his thumb.
“Let me taste,” you said, grabbing his arm. He lifted his hand to your face, letting you suck his thumb into your mouth, licking the precum away.
“Just want ya to touch me,” Osamu said as you hollowed your cheeks around his thumb.
“After you get yourself off,” you said, rubbing your clit in slow circles. Osamu whined as you let out a soft moan.
“Samu,” you moaned, rubbing your clit. “Let me see you.”
Osamu gripped his cock once again. Precum leaked down the side as he slowly pumped himself.
“Baby, take ‘em off,” he said, tugging at the boxers you were wearing. You pushed them down and spread your legs as Osamu watched you dip your fingers into your wet heat.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pinching his nipple and pumping his length faster. His thumb teased the metal barbell as he moaned.
“Samu,” you said, holding your wet fingers up to his face. He groaned at the scent and sucked your fingers into his mouth, licking them clean as he gently squeezed his balls.
“Please, please, I want you to touch me,” he moaned as you pulled your fingers away. You pushed his hands away and straddled him. His cock slotted neatly in your wet folds as you ground against him. You moaned as the head of his cock rubbed against your clit.
“So fuckin’ wet,” Osamu groaned, intertwining your fingers with his. “Just for me, isn’t that right, baby?”
“Just for you,” you moaned, rolling your hips furiously.
“Let me fuck ya,” he said. “Need to be in yer sweet cunt.”
You shook your head. “Sore from yesterday.”
Osamu’s head fell back with a groan. “And with any luck ya will be sore the rest of yer life.”
“Just- just cockwarming,” you said. Osamu nodded and carefully slid the tip into your wet heat.
“Son ofa bitch,” Osamu swore as your gummy walls clenched around him. He slowly bottomed out as you moaned in his ear.
“Oh,” you moaned as his fat cock stretched and molded your cunt. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your forehead against his. “Feels so good.”
“Takin’ my cock so well,” Osamu breathed. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned back against the headboard, holding you closely. “Good girl.”
Your walls tightened at his praise. You sighed as you rested against Osamu’s chest.
“I want this forever,” you mumbled.
“My cock?”
“You, dummy,” you said, smiling as you looked up at him. “I want you forever.”
“Ya can’t say shit like that,” Osamu said, rolling his hips. “Makes me wanna flip ya over and put yer ankles over my shoulders.”
“Do it,” you challenged. Osamu groaned as he flipped you over.
“Yer askin’ for it, lil girl,” he said, pushing your knees up to your chest. You moaned as he pulled out, only to snap his hips against your ass.
“Samu!” You exclaimed as he split you open over his cock.
“I love ya, baby,” he grunted, grabbing your ankles. You cried out as he spread your legs out. You fisted the sheets beneath you as he pounded into you.
“L-Love you,” you stuttered. His cock hit every spot in you, without trying. The cool metal that teased your walls only added to the stimulation.
“Want ya to squirt all over my cock, baby,” he said, putting one of your legs over his shoulder as he reached down to slap your clit. You squealed as he slapped it again before rubbing two fingers over it.
“S-Samu!” You cried as he pulled out. He grabbed your ankles with one hand and pushed them up, folding you in half.
“Such a cute, lil pussy,” he cooed, rubbing his fingers down your slit. Your walls fluttered around nothing. “She’s just cryin’ fer me.”
“Samu, please,” you cried. Osamu leaned down and spat directly in your hole before shoving three fingers in you.
“Clenchin’ ‘round my fingers like a whore,” he said. “Ya want my cock, baby?”
“Please, please!” You moaned loudly. “Samu, please, I want your cock in me!”
“Oh?” He asked, pressing the head of his cock against your clenching hole. He ran the head through your folds, pausing to tease your swollen clit and fluttering hole.
“Daddy!” You cried. “Daddy, I want it!”
Osamu pushed forward, shoving his cock in your tight core. You moaned as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.
“Does my baby feel better with daddy’s cock in her?” Osamu cooed, dropping your legs on his shoulders.
You nodded. “Love daddy’s cock in me,” you moaned.
“I know, baby,” Osamu said. “Ya were made to take my cock. Isn’t that right, princess? Yer just a sweet, lil cocksleeve, meant to take daddy’s cock whenever he wants.”
“‘m jus’ daddy’s cocksleeve,” you moaned. “I was made to take daddy’s cock.”
“Good girl,” Osamu praised, slowly thrusting into you. “Yer gonna be my lil housewife, pregnant with my babies.”
You moaned, unable to speak as Osamu shoved three of his fingers in your mouth.
“Suck,” he ordered. You hollowed your cheeks, tears running down your cheeks as you gagged on his fingers. “Good girl.”
“Wanna be your good, little, housewife,” you moaned as he pulled his fingers away.
“Aw, baby, ya will be,” he said. He reached down to circle your clit. “Cream around my cock, baby.”
“Daddy,” you whined as your stomach tightened. Osamu thrusted into you harder. You cried out as your walls clamped around him, juices gushing.
“There’s my girl,” Osamu said, continuing to thrust into you. You whimpered as his cock twitched inside you.
“Cum in me, daddy, please,” you begged. “Breed me, breed me, I want you to fill me up!”
“Gonna give ya my babies,” he grunted. Osamu moaned loudly as your walls fluttered around him, finally milking an orgasm from him. His balls tightened as he filled you up. Cum dripped down your skin as he fucked you through his orgasm.
“Too much, too much,” you whined as Osamu rubbed your clit.
“Just one more,” he said. You whined as he pulled out. Quickly, before his cum could leak out, he pushed his fingers in you.
“Samu!” You whimpered as his thumb rubbed over your overly sensitive clit.
“Come on,” he grunted, rubbing your clit faster. You moaned loudly.
“Samu, Samu, Samu!” You moaned. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as he fingered you.
“Cum in my mouth, princess,” he murmured. Your thighs shook as his tongue pressed against your clit.
“Samu!” You exclaimed as you squirted into his open mouth. A mixture of your juices and his cum dripped onto the sheets and down Osamu’s chin.
“That’s my good girl,” Osamu said, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
“You’re too much,” you huffed, relaxing into the bed. Osamu smiled at you as he laid next to you.
“Breakfast in bed?” He asked. You shook your head.
“We have to clean these sheets,” you said, glancing down at the wet spot below you.
“But then we can get back in bed, right?” Osamu asked.
You smiled and nodded. “After we eat and wash the sheets, sure. And you need a shower, you smell like sex.”
“Join me?” He asked.
“No funny business, Miya Osamu.”
“Omurice and onion soup for one princess,” Osamu said, setting a plate in front of you. You smiled at the cute, panda-shaped omurice.
“Thank you,” you said. Osamu sat next to you with his own plate.
“I was thinking tomorrow we could go visit the Izanagi shrine,” Osamu said, slurping his soup.
“I’ve never been to the Izanagi shrine,” you said.
“It’s dedicated to Izanagi and Izanami,” Osamu said. You nodded.
“Sounds good,” you said. “Izanami is the goddess of creation and death isn’t she?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Izanagi was her husband. The moon and sun were born from his eyes.”
“That sounds interesting,” you said. “I’ll go.”
You ate in silence, apart from music playing from the tv in the living room.
“Back to bed?” Osamu asked after washing the dishes. You smiled and nodded.
“Back to bed,” you confirmed. Osamu lifted you easily and pecked your lips as he carried you back to bed. The freshly made bed was quickly ruined as Osamu laid you on your back, gently.
He kissed you softly before kissing down your neck. He made quick work of removing your tank top and sucking your left nipple into his mouth as he teased the other with his fingers. You moaned softly as he switched then continued to kiss down your stomach.
“Samu,” you said softly, threading your fingers in his hair.
“Jus’ let me take care of ya,” he breathed, running his fingers down your thighs, pulling your underwear down. You sighed as Osamu kissed up your inner thigh, stopping at your pubic area.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Osamu said, running his finger through your folds. “Gonna make ya cum on my tongue, princess.”
“Samu,” you moaned as he licked broadly up your slit. He moved your legs over his shoulders and wrapped his lips around your clit. He alternated between teasing it with his tongue and sucking at it softly.
“One or two?” Osamu asked.
“Two,” you said.
Osamu slowly pushed two fingers in your opening. Your mouth fell open with a low moan as he scissored you open and tongued at your clit.
“Osamu,” you moaned, tugging his hair. Osamu groaned, vibrating against your clit. “Oh?”
You gave another experimental tug, receiving the same response.
“Ya keep pulling my hair and I’m gonna fuck ya without finishing down here,” Osamu said, pulling away from you. You stared him in the eyes and pulled his hair again.
He moaned then glared up at you. “I wanted to treat ya real nice before I fucked ya again.”
“And I just want you in me,” you said. Osamu crawled up your body, hovering over you as he kissed you deeply.
“What my princess wants, she gets,” Osamu said. He kicked off his boxers and flipped you over so that you were on top.
“Want you in my mouth,” you mumbled, staring down at his hard cock. Your mouth was watering as his cock rested against his lower stomach, head swollen and dark pink, leaking precum.
“What was that, baby?” Osamu asked.
“Wanna suck you off,” you said, looking up at him. You scrambled down the mattress before he could say anything, spreading his legs slightly.
“G’head, baby,” he said, putting his hands behind his head as you placed a kitten lick to the leaking tip. You moaned at the salty taste.
You ran your tongue down his length, stopping to tease his balls. Osamu hissed as you sucked one in your mouth, gently running your tongue around it.
“Fuck, baby,” Osamu said, reaching down to grab your hair. You pulled back and pumped his cock once, twice, three times before taking the tip in your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks as you pumped the rest of his length.
“I know ya can take more than that,” Osamu said. You ignored him as your hand came up to play with his balls.
“Leave me alone,” you said, pulling back. “Just let me make you feel good.”
You took the tip back in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Slowly, you took more of his cock in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Tears burned at your eyes as you gagged. Osamu groaned and bucked his hips.
“Good girl,” Osamu groaned, pulling your hair gently. You moaned around him, bobbing your head and wrapping your hand around whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth. Your other hand squeezed his balls lightly.
“Fuck, gonna cum,” Osamu grunted as his balls tightened in your hand. You pulled back.
“Cum in my mouth,” you said. You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked. Your tongue swirled around, moaning at the taste of his precum.
“Fuck, fuck,” Osamu swore, pushing your head down his length as he came down your throat. You swallowed most of it before crawling up the bed and meeting Osamu with a messy kiss. Spit and cum ran down your chins as your tongues danced together.
“I love you,” you mumbled, as Osamu wiped your chin clean with a discarded shirt before wiping his own.
Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader, Miya Atsumu x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: pseudo-incest, threesome, double penetration in one hole, daddy kink, wombfucking, TWO pierced dicks, clit slapping, breeding kink, choking (m receiving), slight femdom, snowballing, facial (f receiving), cockwarming, exhibitionism, voyeurism, male masturbation, nipple play, dry humping, dacryphilia
5.8k words
part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too
“What the fuck is this?”
Osamu immediately shielded your body with his arms and hands as your mom stood in the doorway.
You stared up at her, frozen.
“M-mom,” you stuttered. She turned on her heel and stormed away.
You stumbled out of the bathtub, nearly falling over the edge as you wrapped a towel around your body.
“Mom! I can explain!” You exclaimed, following after her into the living room. She spun around, arms crossed and tears streaming down her face.
“Explain what? The fact that you’re sleeping with my husband or the fact that you’re both apparently falling in love?” She spat.
“I-It’s not like that,” you said. “Well, it is but, believe me, we didn’t want to hurt you.”
She let out a dry laugh. “Oh? Didn’t want to hurt me? Well, sleeping with my husband surely wouldn’t hurt. Of course not! How could I be so stupid to be hurt by this, this brutal betrayal of trust?!”
“M/n, you weren’t supposed to find out like this,” Osamu said, coming up behind you.
“You! You thought it was okay to sleep with my daughter?!” Your mom exclaimed, poking a finger against Osamu’s bare chest. “Your stepdaughter? You sick bastard!”
“It’s not like he raised me,” you said. “And anyway, you’re the one who married a man half your age!”
“Oh, you are not turning this around on me!” Your mom shouted. “You’re the slut that fucked her stepdad!”
“And you’re the whore that married a man six months after your husband of twenty years died!” You yelled. Osamu stepped between the two of you, pushing you both back.
“Both of ya calm down!” He exclaimed. He turned to your mom. “Ya, sit down on the couch. And ya-“ he turned to face you. “go get dressed.”
You huffed as you turned and walked down the hall to your room. You pulled on the first clothes you saw and went back to the living room.
“We both know it wasn’t working out anyway,” Osamu said, standing in front of your mom. “This was a marriage of convenience for both of us.”
“I would’ve been fine with anyone else, but you slept with my daughter, Osamu,” your mom said.
“For what it’s worth, I wish Osamu hadn’t been my stepdad,” you said, sitting on the opposite end of the couch.
“Is this your way of getting back at me for getting married so soon after your father died?” Your mom asked.
“No! I’d never use Osamu like that,” you said, glancing at Osamu. “I really like him. That’s it. I wish I didn’t, but I do. I’m sorry.”
Your mom sighed. “I have to leave for Tokyo. I only came back because I forgot my laptop. We’ll discuss this more when I get back. I can’t just sit here and pretend I’m okay with this.”
“Okay,” you said. You awkwardly stood up as your mom did. “I’m really sorry, Mom.”
“I know,” she said. She disappeared into the bedroom, grabbing her laptop.
“And we’ll discuss more when you get home,” Osamu said as your mom stood at the door.
She nodded. “You can move your things to the guest room.”
“I’m sure you are,” your mom said. She turned and left quickly.
You stood behind Osamu, both watching as she pulled away.
Osamu turned and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Well, she knows,” Osamu said, holding you closely.
“Wish she didn’t find out this way,” you mumbled, leaning your head against his chest.
“Hey,” he said, tilting your chin up so you were looking up at him. “It’s all going to work out, baby. Everything is going to be just fine.”
“Famous last words,” you said.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Osamu asked. “She never talks to us again?”
You sighed. “She is my mom, Osamu. Even if we don’t always get along.”
“And you’re her daughter. She’ll forgive you,” Osamu said. “And if she doesn’t, I’ll be there for ya.”
“Thanks,” you said. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a short kiss.
“Now, what do you want to do all day?” Osamu asked.
“Honestly?” You asked. “Cry in my bed.”
“We’re not doing that,” Osamu said. “Wanna watch a movie?”
“Can I pick?” You asked. Osamu nodded. “We’re watching the new Demon Slayer movie.”
You sniffled and rubbed your eyes as the movie ended.
“Are ya crying? I thought ya’ve seen this?” Osamu asked, glancing down at you.
“How are you not crying?” You asked, wiping your eyes. “It’s sad! Rengoku’s my favourite!”
“It’s just a movie,” Osamu said, yawning.
“Yeah, well, it’s a sad movie,” you said. “You’re just heartless.”
“We barely knew Rengoku!” Osamu exclaimed as the credits rolled.
“I knew him!” You exclaimed. “He deserved more!”
“Baby, you’ve seen this movie before. Ya knew what was going to happen,” Osamu said.
You sniffled, “I always hope it happens differently. I hate Akaza!”
“Ya literally just said he could get it,” Osamu said.
“That was before he killed Rengoku, my love!” You exclaimed.
Osamu kissed your temple. “Yer lucky yer cute.”
“Cute enough to make lunch for?” You asked.
Osamu sighed and stood up. “What do ya want?”
“Surprise me?” You asked, stretching out on the couch.
Osamu nodded and wandered into the kitchen. You followed after him, mindlessly, sitting at the bar, watching as he gathered ingredients.
“Do you want any help?” You asked as he chopped up some vegetables.
“Can you start a pot of water to boil?” He asked. You nodded.
Osamu seasoned the water and let it boil before adding in the vegetables and noodles.
“Hope ya like Korean food,” Osamu said, adding a spoonful of Korean chili powder.
“You’re in luck,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist as he stirred the ramen. You rested your head against his back as he hummed.
“Baby, grab some bowls, please?” He asked. You nodded, tiredly, and grabbed two bowls. You sat them at the table before grabbing some spoons and chopsticks.
Osamu quickly filled the two bowls and placed the extra back on the oven before joining you at the table.
“Thanks,” you said, slurping up some of the spicy broth.
“So,” Osamu said as you ate. “Let me take ya out tonight.”
“Like, on a date?” You asked, perking up.
He nodded. “Like, a real date. I know we don’t really have a traditional relationship, but I want to take ya out. Really wine and dine ya.”
You smiled. “I’d like that.”
“Say, around 7?” Osamu suggested.
“Sounds like a plan,” you said, smiling as you took a sip of your drink. Osamu smiled to himself.
“I really want to do this properly from here on out,” Osamu said.
“So no more fucking until the third date?” You teased.
“That’s not what I’m saying,” Osamu said. “But, like, I want to properly date ya. Not just sneak around and fuck, even though I like that.”
“Ooo, sounds like someone has feelings for me,” you teased, playfully knocking your foot against his.
“I definitely have feelings for ya,” he said, knocking his foot against yours.
“Good, because I have feelings for you,” you said, smiling.
You finished lunch quickly, chatting about nothing in particular.
“They beat us our first game,” Osamu said. “Everyone was shocked because they were nobodies from Miyagi and we were set to win that year.”
“That’s the power of having Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, and Tsukishima Kei on your team,” you said. “Still though, I can’t believe they beat you.”
“It happens,” Osamu said, shrugging. He stacked your bowls and took them to the sink. “And it’s not like our team was weak. We had Tsumu, Suna Rintaro, and Aran Ojiro. And I could’ve gone pro if I hadn’t opened Onigiri Miya. I just like food more than volleyball.”
“I’m glad you didn’t go pro, otherwise who would make my favourite food?” You said, padding after Osamu. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he cleaned the dishes.
“Someone’s clingy today,” he said. You pressed a kiss against his spine.
“Just realised we only have a few days left together,” you mumbled against his skin. “And the whole mom finding out situation is stressing me out.”
“Hey, I like you being clingy,” Osamu said, twisting around in your arms. He wrapped his arms around you. “I want to spend the rest of my days in your arms.”
“Cheesy,” you said, looking down and smiling. He tilted your chin up and kissed you softly.
“You like it,” he said, peppering your face with kisses. You giggled as he kissed your nose.
“I know it’s only been a few days, Osamu, but I—“
“I love ya, too,” Osamu said, kissing your lips slowly.
“Let me at least say it first,” you grumbled. “I love you.”
“I love ya,” he said, kissing you again. He smiled into the kiss. “I love ya, I love ya, I love ya. I don’t even care that yer mom found out. I’m just glad I don’t have to hide it. I could shout it from the rooftops, I love ya so much.”
“We’re crazy,” you said. “It’s been less than a week.”
“That’s how love works,” Osamu said. “It’s weird and crazy and sometimes ya fall in love in three days, so let me hear ya say it again.”
“I love you,” you said. Osamu grinned widely.
“I love ya,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss you again. His hips pressed against yours as he kissed down your neck.
“Samu,” you moaned rolling your hips against his hardening cock. “Need you.”
“Let me hear it one more time,” he mumbled, lifting you on to the counter. You moved your arms around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist
“Samu, I love you,” you breathed, letting your head fall back as he nibbled and sucked on your skin. “I love you and I need you, please.”
“I know, baby, I know,” he said, pulling back. He pulled your shorts and underwear down in one quick motion before he was back on you, wrapping your legs back around him. “I love ya, too, princess.”
You whined as you ground your pussy against his clothed erection. He pushed down his shorts, letting his cock free. You moaned as he slapped you clit with the purpling tip.
“Such a good girl,” Osamu praised, pressing the head of his cock into your wet heat. “Daddy loves ya so much.”
“Love you, daddy,” you moaned, trying in vain to move your hips forward. Osamu’s iron grip on your hips kept you firmly in place.
“Gonna make ya scream it, baby,” Osamu said, pressing forward an inch. You moaned at the stretch.
“Want more,” you said, tangling your fingers in the back of Osamu’s hair and pulling him into a kiss. “Fuck me, please, Samu. Want your cock in me, need it in me.”
“Need it? How bad, baby?” Osamu asked, pushing in another inch. You rested your forehead against his as your mouth opened in a silent moan.
“Gonna cry,” you said, “if you don’t fuck me. Need you to fuck me full of your cum. Need your cum in me, breed me, please.”
“Aw, my little girl’s gonna cry if daddy doesn’t breed her tight lil cunt?” Osamu said. Your eyes burned with tears of frustration as he slowly pushed his cock in another inch.
“Daddy, I love you,” you said, softly. “I love you so much, wanna be tied to you forever. Please, want you to breed me.”
“Fuck,” Osamu hissed. He rutted his hips forward, the head of his cock kissing your cervix as he buried his cock in you. “Love ya, too, princess.”
You moaned and tightened your legs around him as he thrusted into you. His heavy balls slapped against your ass and his cock pushed past your cervix more and more with each strong thrust.
“Still so tight,” Osamu grunted as your head fell against his shoulder. “Squeezin’ me just how I like it.”
You buried your face in his shoulder to muffle your loud moans.
“Nuh-uh, baby,” Osamu said, pulling your head back by your hair. “Let me hear ya.”
You moaned loudly as he kissed your neck. Osamu bit his lip as your walls clenched around his cock.
“Don’t cum yet,” he mumbled. “Wanna cum with you.”
You nodded your head, biting back a moan as Osamu’s piercing continuously dragged against your sweet spot.
“What did I say?” Osamu asked. “I wanna hear ya, baby.”
“Sorry,” you moaned. You yelped in shock as he landed a quick slap against your clit.
“There we go, let me hear you, princess,” Osamu said. You let out a low moan as he rubbed your clit, soothingly. You whined as he slapped it again.
“Gonna- gonna cum!” You gasped as he landed three rapid slaps against your clit. “Samu, please!”
“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” Osamu grunted, hips stuttering as his cock twitched inside you. “Just one second.”
You bit your lip as your walls fluttered around him.
“C-can’t hold on much longer!” You whined. “Daddy!”
“Fuck, let me hear it again,” Osamu said.
“I love you, Osamu,” you moaned.
“Fuck,” he grunted as he spilled his seed in you. Your head fell back against the cabinets as you gushed around him, milking his cock with your spasming walls. “I love ya, too, Y/n.” You breathed heavily as your head fell against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his warm body.
“Don’t pull out yet,” you mumbled, wrapping your legs tighter around him. “Don’t wanna lose your cum.”
Osamu groaned as his cock twitched. “Don’t say that, makes me wanna fill ya up again.”
You pulled him closer to you by your ankles, forcing his softening cock deeper into you.
“Come on, let’s move to the couch,” Osamu said, lifting you up without pulling out. He sat down, keeping you in his lap. You rearranged yourself carefully, resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around Osamu’s chest.
You dozed happily, full and satiated until someone knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” Osamu called.
“It’s Atsumu,” Atsumu called. You whined as Osamu lifted you off of his cock, which was hard once again.
“No, daddy,” you pouted. “Wanna stay full.”
“Baby, Tsumu wants to come in,” Osamu said. You twisted around until you were sitting in his lap, back flush against his front, and pulled a blanket over you as you guided his cock back in you before too much of his cum could leak out.
“Yer a naughty girl,” Osamu said, smirking at you. “Yer lucky it’s Tsumu. Come on in!”
The front door opened and closed quickly and Atsumu appeared in the living room.
“What’s up?” Atsumu asked, sitting in the recliner next to the couch.
You shifted slightly. Osamu pinched your thigh.
“Just watched the Demon Slayer movie,” Osamu said. “Ate some lunch.”
“That’s all? Because M/n changed her facebook relationship status to ‘it’s complicated’,” Atsumu said, leaning forward to show you two his phone screen.
“What?” You asked, grabbing his phone. Osamu hissed quietly as your body jostled. “I can’t believe she would do that! You know what, actually I can.”
“She caught us this morning,” Osamu said. Atsumu cringed as he grabbed his phone back.
“I guess in a precarious situation,” Atsumu said.
“We were in the bath,” you said. “Basically confessing our love.”
Atsumu hissed. “Damn, that’s almost worse than being caught fuckin’.”
“We were still naked so it was plenty awkward,” you said. Osamu gripped your hips to keep you from moving.
“What did she say?” Atsumu asked, leaning back as he propped the recliner’s footrest up.
“She called me a sick bastard,” Osamu said.
“And she called me a slut,” you said. “Then she said we’d talk about it when she got back.”
“Damn, what did ya say when she called ya a slut?” Atsumu asked.
“I called her a whore,” you said, smiling proudly. Osamu shifted your weight, causing his cock to press against that spongy spot inside you. You covered your moan with a cough.
“Badass,” Atsumu said. “She definitely deserves it. After all, it’s not like she hasn’t cheated on Samu before.”
You sat up abruptly. “What?”
“Oh, yeah, plenty of times,” Atsumu said.
“That’s why she doesn’t get along with Atsumu,” Osamu said, pulling you back against him. “He called her out on it.”
“And I turned her down,” Atsumu said. “I mean, of course I’m the hotter twin, but I would never sleep with any of Samu’s girls without his permission.” Atsumu winked at you.
“Yeah, well you can keep waitin’,” Osamu said, holding you tighter. You bit your lip as his cock was forced into you deeper.
“Well, why not? Yer cockwarmin’ right in front of me,” Atsumu said. He sat up and leaned forward and snatched your blanket away.
You yelped and instinctively reached forward as Osamu covered you up with his hands.
“Tsumu!” You squealed, as he pulled the blanket out of your reach. He smirked at you.
“Come on, let me watch,” Atsumu said. Osamu rolled his eyes.
“Watch what? She’s just cockwarming,” Osamu said.
“Fuck her,” Atsumu said, leaning back. His cock was straining against his jogging shorts. “Come on, I saw ya squirmin’.”
Osamu slowly moved his hands to your hips. He leaned forward, whispering in your ear. “Ya want to, baby? Wanna give Uncle Tsumu a show?”
You nodded. “Want Uncle Tsumu to watch me, daddy.” You spread your legs, showing off your full cunt to Atsumu.
Atsumu groaned as he sat up and palmed his cock in his shorts.
“Good girl,” Atsumu groaned. “Rub yer clit for me, doll.”
“Yer not givin’ orders, Tsumu,” Osamu said. He reached down and spread your folds apart, revealing your swollen clit. You moaned as Osamu rubbed small circles around the nub.
“Just watchin’,” you moaned, rolling your hips.
“Fuck, just wanna get off,” Atsumu whined, thrusting his hips up against his hand.
“He’s such a fuckin’ sub,” Osamu said, kissing under your ear. “Just tryin’ to pretend he isn’t. Won’t do anything without yer permission.”
“Really?” You asked.
“Tell him what to do,” Osamu said.
“Stop touching yourself,” you said. Atsumu whined as he moved his hand away from his cock. You smiled as his hips kept rolling upward, searching for friction.
“Watch me,” you moaned as he shut his eyes. You bounced up and down on Osamu’s cock, moaning at the way his piercing dragged against your walls.
“Please, please, wanna touch myself,” Atsumu begged, squirming as he watched you. You smirked.
“You’re always so cocky,” you moaned. “Can’t believe I have you begging. Beg for me, Tsumu.”
“Fuck, please, please,” Atsumu begged. “Please, doll, wanna cum for ya.”
You hummed. “Pull your cock out, Tsumu.” Tsumu quickly pushed his shorts down, letting his cock out. It bobbed heavily between his legs. It was slightly longer than Osamu’s, with a slight curve to the right instead of the left like Osamu’s, just a smidge thinner, with an ampallang going horizontally through the dark pink head, opposite Osamu’s piercing. You moaned at the sight, immediately wondering how it would feel, stretching you out with Osamu’s.
The dark pink head was nearly purple and leaking precum steadily. Atsumu wrapped his large hand around the base, and pumped once, thumbing his slit and running his thumb over his piercing.
“Fuck,” he hissed, gathering precum on his thumb. Your mouth watered, wanting to lick it clean.
“Wanna taste,” you whined. “Tsumu, give me.”
Atsumu leaned forward, offering you his precum covered thumb. You wrapped your plush lips around his thumb and sucked. You hollowed your cheeks and swirled your tongue around, licking the salty precum away. You pulled off with a soft pop.
“Who said ya could taste him?” Osamu asked, jerking you back by your hair. You moaned.
“‘m sorry, daddy,” you said. Osamu slapped your clit, making you jump in his lap.
“Remember who makes the rules, baby,” Osamu said. You moaned as he pulled your hips down roughly, forcing the head of his cock past your cervix. You looked down at where your stomach poked out with the stretch of his cock. “Look how deep she takes me, Tsumu. Fuck, she’s takin’ me so well.”
Atsumu pumped his cock in time with Osamu’s thrusts, moaning and whining as his balls tightened.
“Want him to cum on me,” you moaned, watching Atsumu as he got closer and closer to cumming. “Please, daddy.”
“Where, baby?” Osamu asked. “Want him to cover yer cute tits? Maybe yer lil face? Huh? Tell daddy what ya want.”
“My face, daddy,” you said. Atsumu moaned and wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, holding back his orgasm.
“Ya heard her, Tsumu,” Osamu said. “Cum on my baby’s face.”
“Fuck, okay,” Atsumu scrambled up, standing in front of you. “Fuck, gonna look so cute covered in my cum, doll.”
“Cum on my face, please, Uncle Tsumu,” you moaned. He jerked his cock quickly as it twitched.
“Open yer mouth,” he said. You opened your mouth, tongue eagerly hanging out. He moaned as his balls tightened and cum spurted out, covering your tongue and splattering on your cheeks and chin.
“Samu, please,” Atsumu begged.
“Just this once,” Osamu said.
“Don’t swallow,” Atsumu said, leaning down. He kissed you messily, scooping his cum out of your mouth before pushing it back in, making it run down your chin. When he pulled back, a strand of saliva connected you two. You moaned as Osamu bounced you on his cock.
“Gonna cum,” you moaned as Osamu pinched your clit.
“Yer clenchin’ ‘round me so tight, baby. Is it just for Tsumu?” Osamu asked. “If I knew ya liked him so much I woulda suggested this sooner.”
“Daddy,” you whined. “Wanna cum for you and Uncle Tsumu.”
“Go ‘head, baby,” Osamu said, swiping his fingers over your clit furiously. You let out a high pitched moan as you squirted around Osamu’s cock, wetting his shorts as well as Atsumu’s.
“Fuck, doll,” Atsumu breathed as Osamu continued to pound into you. He kneeled in front of you.
“She’s my messy, lil girl,” Osamu said, smirking. “Isn’t that right?” You nodded, leaning back against Osamu tiredly.
“Want you to fill me up again, daddy,” you moaned, softly.
“Fill ‘er up, Samu,” Atsumu said, pushing your legs out wider. “Wanna see her dripping with yer cum.”
You moaned, feeling Osamu’s cock twitch inside you.
“Samu, please,” you moaned, walls tightening around his cock. “I love you so much, wanna be full of you.”
“Fuck, baby, I love ya, too,” Osamu grunted as he painted your walls white. Atsumu’s cock twitched as Osamu pulled out. Cum slowly leaked out of you, coating your thighs.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Atsumu said. He glanced up at Osamu questioningly.
“Ask her,” Osamu said.
“Let me fill ya up,” Atsumu said, looking up at you.
“Just this once,” Osamu said.
“I don’t know,” you said. You looked up at Osamu, trying to gauge his emotions.
“What do ya want, baby?” Osamu asked. You looked at Atsumu.
“Are you okay with it?” You asked, looking up at Osamu. “Really? You said just yesterday you didn’t want to share me with him.”
“It’s whatever ya want,” Osamu said. “‘S’long as ya remember who ya belong to.”
“I want you both,” you said. “Wanna be really full.”
“Fuck, we haven’t done that in a while,” Atsumu said.
“Want us to ruin yer lil cunt?” Osamu asked. “Stretch ya around both of our cocks?”
“Please,” you whimpered as Osamu teased your folds with his hardening cock.
“Let’s take her to bed so she can be comfortable,” Atsumu said. Osamu nodded as lifted you easily.
Osamu led Atsumu to your bedroom, where he tossed you on the bed. The twins loomed over you, staring down at your half dressed form.
“Let’s get rid of this,” Osamu said, tugging your shirt off. You instinctively crossed your arms to cover your breasts.
“Oh, no, doll, no hiding from us,” Atsumu said. “Let us see those pretty tits, please.”
You breathed deeply and dropped your arms to the side, releasing your breasts.
Atsumu looked at Osamu, who nodded. Atsumu climbed over you, palming your breasts heavily and pinching your nipples.
“So pretty, doll,” Atsumu breathed. “Let me have a lil taste, please.”
You nodded as he leaned down. He placed a kitten lick to your right nipple before sucking it in his mouth. He mouthed at the pebbles nipple messily, spit running down his chin and down the mount of your breast. You moaned softly, and tangled your hands in his blond hair, pulling him closer.
“Tsumu,” you moaned. Osamu crossed his arms, watching carefully for any hint you weren’t enjoying yourself.
Once your right nipple was puffy and sore, Atsumu pulled back before switching to the left.
He rolled his tongue against your sensitive flesh, gently grazing his teeth along it. You moaned as he pulled away with a pop.
“Say my name again,” Atsumu said, spit running down his chin.
“Tsumu,” you moaned, tugging his hair.
He glanced back at Osamu, once again questioning his next move.
“Ask her,” Osamu said.
“Wanna kiss ya,” Atsumu said. You looked at Osamu, who nodded.
“Okay,” you mumbled. Atsumu leaned up and kissed you deeply, messily. He kissed wildly, with teeth clicking together and tongue licking into your mouth, like he just couldn’t get enough fast enough.
“Want it,” Atsumu whined against your lips.
“Tell me what you want,” you said, breathlessly as you pulled back.
“Want you on top of me,” Atsumu said. You nodded. He flipped you over and you straddled his hips.
“He wants ya to spit in his mouth,” Osamu said, coming up behind you. His lips brushed the lobe of your ear. “He just doesn’t know how to ask.”
You looked down at Atsumu, and ran your hands over his chest.
“Can you ask?” You asked. “I wanna hear it from you, Atsumu.”
He whined, bucking his hips up, grinding his clothed cock against your bare pussy.
“Please, please,” he begged. “Want ya to spit in my mouth.”
One of your hands circled his neck as you leaned down, while the other squeezed his cheeks, forcing his mouth open.
“Tongue out,” you said. Atsumu eagerly stuck his tongue out. You gathered saliva in your mouth and hovered over him. You let your spit fall out of your mouth. Adrenaline rushed in your veins at the sound of his moans under you. You could feel the vibrations under your hand on his throat. You squeezed lightly as he swallowed.
“Fuck,” you said as Atsumu moaned again. You squeezed a little harder.
“Wanna-wanna,” Atsumu stuttered. He grabbed your hand around his throat, holding you there. “Harder.”
You applied a bit more pressure and squirmed as Atsumu let out a choked moan. You ground your cunt against his shorts as you choked him.
“You like that?” You asked, letting out a moan as your clit dragged against the rough fabric of his shorts. Atsumu nodded. His face was flushed and his pupils blown as you ground against him.
“Fuck, gonna get off just from choking you,” you moaned.
“Please, please,” Atsumu breathed.
“Let up a lil,” Osamu whispered in your ear. “Then press down again.”
You loosened your hand, letting Atsumu suck in a quick breath before squeezing again.
You moaned in sync with Atsumu.
“Gonna cum,” you gasped as you practically rode Atsumu’s thighs. You gasped again as Atsumu rolled his hips up. “Fuck.”
You gushed around nothing, surely leaving a wet spot on Atsumu’s shorts.
Atsumu moaned as you released his throat.
“Now, aftercare,” Osamu whispered in your ear. “Comfort him.”
“Such a good boy for me,” you said. “Letting me use you to get off. You did such a good job.”
You leaned down and pressed a few soft kisses along his throat. “Looked so pretty under me.”
Atsumu whined as you peppered his face in kisses. You pecked his lips last and pulled back.
“Good boy,” Atsumu repeated. You nodded and ran your fingers through his hair.
“Yes you were,” you said, smiling down at him. “My good boy.”
“Yer good boy,” Atsumu echoed.
“Does my good boy wanna fill me up, now?” You asked, pushing his shirt up and over his head. “Stretch me out until I’m crying over your cock?”
“Please,” Atsumu breathed. “Wanna be in ya.”
You scrambled down Atsumu’s legs, tugging his shorts down. His cock bobbed heavily, leaking precum. You couldn’t help yourself, you placed a small lick along his slit, tasting the salty precum and moaning.
“Don’t,” Atsumu choked out. “Don’t wanna cum yet.”
You leaned up and crawled up his body, straddling his hips again.
“Just wanna make you feel good, Tsumu,” you said, grinding your wet cunt against his cock. He let out a broken moan. “Where do you want to cum?”
“In ya, in ya!” He exclaimed.
“Move up for me,” you said. “Lean against the headboard.”
Atsumu pushed himself up right, leaning against your headboard. You reached down and ran his cock through your folds, teasing your clit with the swollen head.
“Please, jus’ wanna be in ya,” Atsumu moaned. You sank down on his cock with a low moan. “Fuck, so tight.”
“Her pretty pussy’s always so tight,” Osamu said, crawling on the bed behind you. He kissed your shoulder softly. “Too bad we’re gonna ruin it.”
Osamu bent you over, pushing your chest flush against Atsumu’s.
“How’s this lil hole gonna fit us both, baby?” Osamu asked, placing a hand on the small of your back as he forced his forefinger in your already stretched out hole. Your jaw dropped in a silent moan and your head fell on Atsumu’s shoulder as Osamu stretched you out.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,” Osamu said, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. Thankfully, Osamu’s cum from earlier provided enough lubricant that his finger slid in easily.
“M-more,” you moaned after a few minutes. Osamu added another finger, slowly.
Atsumu held you tightly against his body, playing with your hair as a distraction so he wouldn’t cum just from being in your tight walls. You whimpered as Osamu added a third, thick finger.
“Does it hurt, princess?” Osamu asked, carefully scissoring his fingers. You nodded as tears pricked at your eyes.
“Hurts good,” you said.
“Yer almost ready, princess,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss the base of your spine. “Just a lil more.”
“‘S’okay, doll,” Atsumu said, wiping a stray tear away. You nodded as Osamu added a fourth finger.
“Ya’ll be feelin’ good in a minute, baby,” Osamu said. You felt the head of his cock nudge your entrance. “Ready?”
You nodded and gripped Atsumu’s biceps tightly. Osamu slowly pushed in, stretching you out even more.
“Daddy,” you whimpered as Osamu and Atsumu moaned. Atsumu rubbed your back as Osamu gripped your hips. His thumbs moved in soothing circles on your skin as he bottomed out.
“Fuck,” Osamu hissed. “Squeezin’ me so tight, baby.”
“Full,” was all you could choke out.
“She’s so full, she can’t speak,” Atsumu said.
You could barely think. With each breath, your insides tightened. With each heartbeat, a piercing was pressing against that little spot inside you. You wanted so badly for someone to move, but at the same time, if anyone did, you’d break in half.
“Gonna pull out now,” Osamu said. You reached back and grabbed his forearm.
“No,” you said. “Wanna be full.”
You took a deep breath and glanced down. At the base of your stomach, you could almost trace where Atsumu’s cock was. You pushed down on the small bulge and moaned.
“Go ‘head,” you breathed, releasing Osamu’s arm. He slowly pulled out most of the way, leaving just the tip.
“Gonna ruin ya, princess,” Osamu whispered in your ear. You shivered and he rutted back into you.
“Samu!” You cried, falling against Atsumu’s chest.
“‘S’alright, doll?” Atsumu asked, moaning in your ear.
You nodded. Osamu grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you against his chest, his free arm wrapped around your waist.
“She’s alright, Tsumu, look at ‘er, fucked out already,” Osamu said. You moaned loudly as his cock pushed in and out of you.
“Samu,” you moaned, arching your back against him. He reached down and pressed two fingers against your clit. Your body spasmed with the added stimulation.
“Gonna cum!” You cried, walls fluttering around their cocks. Atsumu bit his lip, trying to stave off his own orgasm.
“Already, baby? I thought you could handle us?” Osamu said, hips pounding against yours. You could already feel the bruises forming.
Tears rolled down your cheeks as your orgasm squirted out of you. Osamu’s hips continued their brutal pace.
“Such a messy girl,” Osamu cooed, pinching your nipple. He rolled it between his fingers and cooed when you cried out.
“S-Samu,” Atsumu stuttered. “Gonna cum if you don’t slow down.”
“Come on, fill her up,” Osamu grunted, slapping your clit. More tears ran down your face. “She wants to be full, Tsumu. Tell him, baby.”
“Wa-wanna be full!” You moaned, rolling your hips back to meet Osamu’s thrusts. “Cum in me, Tsumu!”
Atsumu moaned out your name as he came hard. His twitching cock spurted out more cum every time you tightened around him.
“Want you to cum,” you moaned as Osamu continued to pound into your abused cunt.
“Just a lil more,” he grunted. Atsumu moaned from the overstimulation. His cock twitched, trying, in vain, to stay hard.
You clenched around them, desperately trying to make Osamu cum. He pinched your clit.
“Cum again for us, baby,” Osamu said, rubbing your clit. “Make a mess.”
You cried out as he slapped your clit.
“Samu’s mean!” You cried as he alternated between slapping and rubbing your clit. Your walls fluttered and you gushed around them just as Osamu came.
“Good job, baby,” Osamu praised. He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you to fall in a heap on Atsumu. Both of you breathed heavily as Osamu collapsed next to you.
He tugged you away from Atsumu.
“No,” you whined as both of their cum leaked out of you.
“Come here, princess,” Osamu breathed, pulling you on top of him. You fell limp on his chest. “Ya okay?”
You nodded, tiredly.
“Share her, I want cuddles, too!” Atsumu exclaimed. You shifted to lay in between them. Atsumu immediately wrapped an arm around your waist and buried his face in your neck. Osamu wrapped an arm around your waist, below Atsumu’s arm and nuzzled the other side of your neck, pressing soft kisses against your skin.
You turned and curled into Osamu’s side as you fell asleep.
