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Not Like Her

Dad!Osamu x daughter!reader + side uncle!Atsumu

Warnings: female genitalia, she/her pronouns used, incest (dad/daughter and uncle/niece), abuse, abusive mother, slurs, infidelity, arranged marriage (gone wrong), mentions of running away and not feeling wanted, reader is in school (3rd year, at least 18), non-con somnophilia, daddy kink, lots of pet names (princess, baby, doll), implied gangbang, age gap, sex in the onigiri shop, f. and m. masturbation, f. oral receiving, implied m. oral receiving, one (1) use of "good girl", mentions of alcohol, virgin!reader, creampie(s), brief food play

The day you were born was one of happiness and dread. Happiness for your mother, but dread for your father. Osamu wasn’t too happy about your birth, he won’t lie, but he didn’t know what to expect from little [Y/N].

As he grew more focused on his business, he ignored potential suitors until his mother had come to him about seeing a marriage agency. In fact, he still wasn’t interested until his mother invited him out for a dinner one evening with Atsumu in tow. The day ended with both brothers having been set up on dates with women that their mother approved of.

Osamu didn’t have any feelings for his wife, but she was at least able to hold her own job and wasn’t too fond of romantic relations either, with her own mother setting her up on a date with him. To him, it was a business transaction that had hit off within two dates. She was humorous when she wanted to be, she seemed to respect his boundaries, and they settled on only one kid to make their families happy, needing no other romantic interests in each other. It was more like a friendship with a contract. It was a much more peaceful marriage process than Atsumu’s, of which his suitors were never up to his standards, leaving their mother at a loss for words.

You were just a contract. A child that they would care for as emotionlessly as your parents cared for each other. But something changed. Whether it was your first word being his name, your first steps being towards him, or even just him noticing his life was a little less bland and a lot more fun when you were in it, he was grateful for you. His dread of children was washed away when you called out to him and gave him a hug after a long day at work, replaced with happiness of being your father. However, this in turn changed things between him and your mother.

She refused to have you call her mom, mama, or even mother. You only referred to her by her name, showed her respect, as if she was your boss rather than the person who gave birth to you. As you grew older, she seemed to find things to blame you for, always upset at you and even talking in the dead of night about how she wished she could’ve had a son instead. It always hurt, but you were able to handle it when she tossed hurtful comments your way, Osamu being there to comfort you.

But it just caused more arguments as you got older.

Even though you were still in school, you were soon to graduate and hadn’t planned on what to do afterwards like most people your age. Some even planned to stay home for another year to figure things out, but your mother didn’t like that idea for you.

“You’re going to go off to college after you graduate, whether you like it or not! This isn’t up for discussion, [Y/N],” she coldly said, glaring at you from across the room. Sitting at her desk doing work, you hadn’t wanted to talk about this, but she seemed eager to hear your plans.

“But Hikari, it’s common for teenagers to spend time at home before leaving for college now. I don’t even know what I would want to do, so why should I waste my time doing something I don’t love? Dad said—”

“Of course he said something. He always says something to make you feel like you’re worth something, doesn’t he?” She practically spat, fulling turning her chair around to look at you. “Your father owns and works an Onigiri shop, something he knew he’d want to do. I didn’t know what to do in high school, but I still went to college and figured it out, and so shall you. The earlier you’re gone, the better,”

“That’s not what d-” you’re cut off once more.

“I don’t care!” She stood up from her chair, making you back up in fear, only serving to make her lips smirk as she placed her hands on her hips, before the scowl came back. “Your father loves to coddle you, so of course he’d want you around for another year. He’d probably want you around forever, since he’s so fond of you. It makes me wonder how fond,” her eyebrow raises as you take on a look of confusion.

“What do you mean? He’s my father, of course he loves me,”

“Yes, but I’m his wife and the only time he spends with me willingly is at night when it’s time to sleep. I hear you two giggling in your bedroom at night, don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Can’t figure out what to do, so instead you’d sleep with your own father, is that it?”

“How dare you think I’d do that!” You yell back at her, making he recoil in shock. “You may not care for me like a mother, but that doesn’t mean your husband shares the sentiment! He’s trying to make my life easier so I don’t turn out like a wrinkled old bag like you!” You huff, putting your own hands on your hips. “Is that why you had to do an arranged marriage? Because you slept your way to the top and nobody wanted sloppy seconds? Do you only think that he loves me because I have a hole between my legs? You’re disgusting,”

“Me? Disgusting? You just insulted me to my face, called me ugly and a slut all in one! You should be ashamed of your actions and apologize!”

“No, I’m an adult now. I may be young, but I deserve respect, too! Especially from my own mothe-” you’re cut off as the word begins to leave your mouth, a stinging pain in your cheek from where she slapped you.

“Never call me that. I am not your mother and you are not my daughter. You’re nothing more than a little slut who has seduced my husband and is trying to kick me out of my own marriage. Go to your room. I’ll decide which university you’ll be going to when you graduate, and I’ll make sure it’s as far away from here as possible,” she sneers, walking back to her desk as you barely hold back your tears. With no words of confirmation, you quietly run to your room, shutting the door and collapsing on the bed, letting sobs wrack your body.

It was a busy day for Osamu, hardly getting a break to eat his lunch before he could close up. Usually on his breaks, he calls you to see how you’re doing, since he knows your mother can be a hassle when he’s not there, but he didn’t have time today. It’s a surprise for him when he gets home only to be greeted by his wife and not his daughter, who usually welcomes him home. Unenthusiastic about her presence, he gives her a quick peck on the cheek before she can get his lips, moving to put his stuff down. “Where’s [Y/N]? She usually greets me,”

A huff from Hikari tips him off something happened, before she even opens her mouth. “Oh please, that thing has been holed up in her bedroom since she got here. Didn’t even say hello,” she then takes on a more pouty tone, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him into the house. “Don’t worry about it. I made your favorite dinner, nice and hot, so let’s eat,”

“Well, shouldn’t I get my daughter so we can eat together?” Another frown on her face. He knew she hated when you were referred to as his daughter, like he was boldly talking about a mistress rather than his flesh and blood.

“Don’t bother. She’s been in a mood after I told her she’s going to university after she graduates,”

“University? We had previously discussed she could do what she wanted, as she is an adult. You can’t force her,” he tries to explain, rubbing his temple, then looks at her with an accusatory glance. “You just said she didn’t greet you, so how did you two end up arguing?”

“Uh— Arguing is a bit dramatic, isn’t it? I told her what she’ll do and she was stubborn, that’s all.” Rolling her eyes and faking a smile, he wasn’t buying it. “Shouldn’t you be happy your wife is here to greet you and fix you dinner? Don’t worry about her—”

“No, I will worry because I care for her. I’ll be back once I talk to her,” Osamu finally said, pushing his wife away as she tried to lean in for a kiss, leaving her fumbling in the kitchen. He knew she probably did a lot more than just ‘tell you to go to school’ like she said, but he was worried that she pushed you too far.

Opening your bedroom door, the first thing he noticed was hastily put together luggage ne t to your bed, with what looked to be the shirt he got you for your birthday sticking out of it. Closing the door behind him, he locked it so Hikari wouldn’t bust in unwelcomed as he talked to you. She had a habit of interrupting his conversations with you when she felt jealous. He thought it was absurd that she could think in such a way, as if you were threatening a perfect relationship. He didn’t love her and he’d divorce her but there has never been a good time to do it. Sitting on your bed and seeing the snot on your sleeves and the dried tears on your cheeks made him think that perhaps a good time would be sooner than later.

“Hey, wanna wake up for me?” He whispers, leaning over you. Completely sleeping in bliss, you’re unaware of your surroundings. Sighing and leaning back, he taps on your back and shoulders to see if that will wake you. It’s a method his mom would use to wake him and Atsumu up when they were younger, but it seems like you’re in too deep of a sleep to feel his touches.

The thought that follows that makes him practically hop off the bed, standing beside it as he looks down at you. It’s just an intrusive thought, nothing to think anymore on. He’d never actually consciously think about feeling you up while you’re asleep. That’s… that’s wrong. Not to mention you only recently turned 18, what kind of person would take advantage of that?

Sitting back on the bed, he can only hope you stay asleep as his hand travels from your shoulders down your back, hesitating before moving further down. The way you fell asleep has one leg bent with the other straight, so he keeps his hand going over your ass and between your legs, feeling his pants tighten as he thinks of what’s underneath. It’s wrong on so many levels, but a deep part of him tells him it’s not wrong if nobody knows. Not only that, he loves you more than his own wife, whether it’s familial or not, so he’s not touching you out of ill will. Feeling his body heat up and his mind run rampant at the fact you’re still// asleep, he moves your shorts to the side a bit, wiggling two fingers underneath your panties as his other hand unbuttons his own pants. It’s so dirty and wrong, but nobody can disturb this moment and he hasn’t felt real pleasure in so long, desperate to know what you feel like and if he can get away with it.

He backs out almost immediately though, removing his hand as you move, legs moving until you’re groaning, rubbing your nose into your pillow. He’s able to quickly button his pants back up, using his hand that was just against your clit to rub circles on your upper back. “Hey baby, you finally up?”

“Daddy? When— When’d you get here?” Your groggy reply has him mentally sighing in relief. If you seem like you didn’t know what he did to you, then he shouldn’t be worried. Rubbing your eyes, you roll over to face him, slowly sitting up. “I’m sorry I didn’t greet you when you came home, I— I was just tired,”

“Now don’t worry ‘bout not greeting me. I know you were a little more than just tired,” he takes on a soft tone and gently brings his hand up to your cheek, the one he hadn’t seen yet, the one that had a mark blooming on your skin. “What’d she do to you?”

“It— I accidentally called her mom again. We got into an argument,”

“Was that it?”

“At first. She’s jealous that you show me more love than her. She thinks I’m trying to take her place, so I told her that she was wrong. She slapped me because I talked back,” your chest started to heave as you held back sobs, trying to finish talking before the dam completely broke. “I’m starting to think maybe I should finish school living with Uncle ‘Tsumu instead,” more tears plopped onto your twiddling hands. “I don’t wanna be the reason your relationship fails, daddy,”

Little do you know that the gears are already in motion, but Osamu just sighs and tugs you into his chest, letting you cry into his work shirt. “You’re not living with ‘Tsumu. This is my house and if you want to take a year to figure out what you’re doing, then you can stay here. She’s just gonna have to suck it up,”

“Okay,” it comes out almost intelligible, but he understands. He doesn’t know how long he pats your back while you cry in the comfort of his arms, he can only think about what he did and what he was about to do. And what his mind wants him to do. It isn’t until you pull from him does he break out of his trance, looking down at you wiping your cheeks. “Can you do something for me, please?”

When he said yes, he expected plenty of things. Divorce, scolding his wife, even dirty things only he would think about. He didn’t expect the dirty thing to be fucking his own wife, instead of his daughter. “Ah, honey, right there! Don’t stop!” Hikari moans, fingers digging into the pillows as she practically screams out in pleasure. Osamu has barely made any noise, forcing her mouth against the pillows to muffle her moans and screams as he tells her they’re not alone. Even if it was your idea and his wife doesn’t care, he feels dirty sleeping with her instead of you. It almost feels as if he’s cheating, which is a horrible thought he tries to ignore.

Hikari’s squeals make him only roll his eyes, knowing she’s only acting the way because she’s showing off that he’s sleeping with her and not you, which is almost a disgusting thing to think about. She’s jealous of something that doesn’t exist. His love for you was most likely always going to happen, she just doesn’t know that. Even when he’s close to finishing, he has to grit his teeth and close his eyes as he imagines he could be fucking you instead, with your ass bouncing on his cock and your pretty face streaked with tears of pleasure. The small mental image has him pushing over the edge, pulling out of his wife before releasing on the bed below them, rubbing his cock against her pussy as he comes down from his high.

“Wh- Why didn’t you finish inside me?” She whines, pushing her ass against his cock and rubbing. “I want to feel you inside me, ‘Samu,”

“We’re not using protection, so I didn’t want to risk it,” is all he says, chest heaving as he tries to get rid of that image of you in his head. He can’t live his life like this.

“It’s okay, I’m your wife, you know?” She continues to pester him, giggling when he flips her over, only to drop her smile when he practically glares down at her.

“Wife or not, you’re not fit to be a mother. So I’m not going to finish inside you,” is all he says, before getting up and heading into the bathroom, leaving her to pout on the bed. She can clean herself up, it’s not his problem. He may have upset her with that, but it’s what she deserves and what she needed to hear. Coming out of the bathroom, she’s curled up in bed reading a book, ignoring his presence. Struck a nerve indeed, he did, but it’s not his problem, as he decides to watch some TV before bed.

The next day is a day off for Osamu, letting the other workers run the shop while he takes a much deserved break. Waking up alone isn’t something he’s used to, but he doesn’t mind an empty house with no crazy woman to deal with. Well, mostly empty. You’re still here, since you don’t have school today, so he thinks maybe today can be a day where you two just hang out without worrying about third parties interfering. Getting up to get his morning coffee, he doesn’t expect to see you up already, in the hallway, exiting the bathroom.

His only thought was that he knew your body would be beautiful bare in front of him. The thoughts of you calling his name while creaming around his cock come flooding back in, his eyes unable to stop from roaming your curves and using his imagination to place what’s under your hands and arm. It’s only when you gasp, profusely apologize, and run into your room, does he actually break from his trance. Now not only is he sporting a hard boner now, but he did so by looking at you, his daughter’s, naked body. To add more salt, you were aware of the situation.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running his hand down his face. He didn’t think you’d be up for a daddy-daughter date this afternoon, anymore.

On your end, you were so stunned from everything that happened, the only thing you could do was lean against your closed door, hands covering your breasts as everything processed. You had expected an empty house, waking up to complete silence as you figured out what you were going to do. Starting your day with a shower, you didn’t bother bringing any clothes because of the supposedly empty house, which ended up being the mistake that made everything weird.

Your whole body felt hot as you put on a big t-shirt, coming down to your mid-thigh, mind running laps as you processed how Osamu, your father, reacted to your naked body. Was your mother right to worry? Was he actually attracted to you— at least your body? The thin material of his sweatpants made his cock look so big, it made your insides warm thinking about it. Even as you pull on a pair of panties, you can feel yourself wet from the sight of him getting aroused. It felt so dirty, but you just couldn’t help it.

Laying down on your bed, you spread your legs and slid your hand under your panties. You may have just taken a shower, but you had to deal with these urges or else suffer taboo thoughts for the rest of the day. Plus your thoughts were completely private, nobody knew of them, so it wouldn’t hurt to spend some time thinking of dirty things. You couldn’t help thinking about last night, how your mother was screaming in pleasure, even though it was disgusting, but if his cock was as big as you thought it was, you couldn’t help it. Thinking of you in that position, laying underneath Osamu as his cock ruts against your most sensitive areas, making you see stars. Unlike those fleeting boy crushes, he was an experienced man who probably knows his way around a woman, able to easily make you finish within minutes.

However you saw him yesterday has completely changed, your body craving his touch and his body after catching a glimpse of a boner from him. It makes you feel so dirty thinking of him that way, but a part of you wonders if it’s only normal? Not because of what you saw, but he’s always been there for you, loving you with no conditions contrary to Hikari, so it only makes sense that you’d end up feeling this way, right? Only serving to feed into your delusions, your fingers work faster against your clit, tiring out your arm until you’re seeing stars and biting down on your t-shirt, toes curling as you finally reach the end you were striving for. Instead of thinking those thoughts are horrible in your post-bliss, they only serve to make you want more.

No, this is wrong. You need to apologize.

There’s nothing else about it. You don’t need to be on eggshells around Osamu, that’d only serve in making your mother suspicious something is up. Plus, you don’t need your only security net in this dysfunctional family gone. With a set goal in mind, you wipe off the juices from your hand and leave the room, expecting him to be in the kitchen. Is it forgetfulness and comfortability that has you in only a long t-shirt and panties? Or is it the fact that maybe, just maybe, you want those fantasies to not only be fantasies? Telling yourself the former, you walk into the kitchen to see nobody there. Peaking into the living room, the house almost seems empty. Thinking perhaps he’s too embarrassed to even possibly be around you now, you accept defeat and trudge back to your room, only to stop in front of your door.

You don’t know whether it’s wishful thinking or simple coincidence, but you notice the master bedroom door is cracked open, hardly enough to see inside, but enough that the sounds from inside aren’t as well muffled as they should be. Curiosity has never urged you closer to the door than in this moment, finding your breathing shaky as you listen to the moans and groans inside the room. Is he.. Is he touching himself? To the brief image of your mostly naked body? The thought makes your stomach warm, thighs squeezing together as you’re faced with a choice to either open the door or go back to your room. Nothing can ever go back to the way it was, but crossing the threshold could mean the end for many things, as well as the beginning of many.

Creaking the door open, you expect Osamu to turn around, looking in the doorway to your slightly shaking frame, instead he doesn’t stop, never faltering. The well lit room hides nothing, your eyes landing on the pink panties you just threw in the hamper in his hand, pushed up to his nose. His other hand is wrapped around his cock, pumping away as his arm flexes with each pump. The thought of him sniffing your dirty laundry so shamelessly has arousal building in your lower stomach, making your panties even wetter than before. You two can never go back to how you were before, but a part of you is okay with that.

Completely lost in a fantasy world, Osamu doesn’t even notice you’ve opened his door. He did intentionally leave the door open a crack, just to see if you came out of your room or even if you were just like him, but it backfired when he completely ignored the creaking of the door. Head filled with a lusty haze and the image of your naked body, more fleshed out, bouncing on his cock had his hand moving faster as he sniffed your dirty panties. He shouldn’t be doing something so shameful, but he just can’t help how you make him feel. It isn’t until the door is shut does he realize someone’s seen him. Using your panties to cover his obviously hard cock, he turns to see you leaning against the door, feet shifting as your thighs rub together.

He can’t even get out any words, too stunned, seeing you push yourself off the door as you sway, hands gripping the edges of your shirt — one he gave you years ago after you had a nightmare. “It’s not very nice to go stealing my underwear, you know?” Your voice is so sweet to him, but it breaks his trance as guilt and regret fills his body. That is, until his eyes watch as one of your hands pulls up the shirt, your other one going between your legs and rubbing against your pussy. The same one he’s been dreaming about since he almost touched it. “If you want, I could give you the pair I’m wearing, instead,” your breath becomes shaky, but you keep going. Sliding them off, you barely manage to get your legs out of them before he’s sweeping you off of your feet, lips pressed against yours with a passion he hasn’t given to anyone.

Osamu can hardly believe it when you begin to kiss him back, hand coming behind his head before he sets you back down, breaking the kiss. “You know I’m gonna do more than take your panties, right? Is that what you want?” Leaning away from you, he sees the wavering determination in your eyes and has a dreading feeling you’ll back out, make it so he chases you until you’re out of his sight, but instead you simply wrap your damp panties around his cock, making him bite his lip. You were so wet, touching yourself to your own dirty father touching himself to you.

“Yes, daddy. I want this, if you’d have me,” your answer is swiftly met with a kiss, your legs wrapping around his waist as he brings you to the bed. A silly sentence to say, he thinks, finally letting his hand sink between your legs where he has been dying to touch. It’s all he’s wanted for the past day, thinking of you and your sweetness in every waking thought. He doesn’t want to take off the shirt, finding it as a claim to your body as he simply pulls it up to gaze upon your breasts. Always a giver and less of a taker, he doesn’t wait in putting his lips on your skin, letting his tongue taste you. “W-wait, they’re sensi-ti-” your gasps only have him putting in more effort on your nipples, rolling one of them between his teeth as he uses his other hand to rub and tweak the other one. Using both of his hands to massage your breasts, he presses open mouthed kisses all over them, sucking on the skin before moving his mouth lower.

With his mouth right in front of your pussy, he isn’t surprised when your legs try to close up, him having to press kisses to your thighs to make you relax. “It’ll be okay, don’t worry, baby,”

“But— isn’t the taste weird? What if you don’t like it?” Your question is so innocent, but it tells him all he needs to know about you. Taking your virginity only serves to make his cock bob in anticipation, eager to take it. Chuckling, he pulls your up so you’re practically folded in half, your pussy completely on display for him.

“Any man who doesn’t give as much as he takes isn’t worth your time. And your daddy will always be worth your time,” he simply says, pressing a kiss to your folds before diving between them. He’s waited long enough to touch your most sensitive area, he’s not gonna wait to taste it, as well. Plus, your squeals under him have his cock throbbing at what’s to come. If his mouth brings you this much pleasure, that you’re tightening your grip on the hem of your shirt, only to move to grabbing your breasts, trying to ground yourself, he can’t wait to see how you react to his cock inside of you.

Kissing, licking, and flicking his tongue against your clit and slurping up any juices has you seeing stars, toes curling as your eyes roll at the feeling of your high washing over you. Your body feels so tingly and sensitive that you can’t help but twitch as Osamu sets you down, rubbing his cock against you. Worried about being able to take him well, you feel your face get hot as you watch him rubbing his cock against your soaking wet pussy, sighs of satisfaction as he does.

Pushing your legs back, he finally lines himself up as you watch, waiting for something to happen. “You sure you want this? You can still back out,”

“I’m positive.” Even going as far as to spread your folds, rubbing your middle finger against your clit, you show him as well as tell. “I want you to be my first, daddy. I want you to fill me up,”

Even if he had planned on using protection, your sudden declaration of him filling you up would make him not want to. It’s not that he wants you pregnant, but rather he wants you to feel all of him and he wants to feel all of you. With a nod, he pushes into your tiny hole and had to practically hold his breath from busting on the spot, with your walls squeezing him so much. “Relax, princess. We got time,” he shushes, moving down to press kisses to your face and neck. Feeling him gently rock himself into you, you were able to relax and let him move in even more, stretching your hole more as your velvety walls spasmed around him, trying to milk him. “Fuck,” he groaned, then finished sheathing himself all the way, making you mewl from the sudden thrust.

You felt completely full, as if he was everywhere and anywhere in the moment. His hips began moving, starting off slow that would have his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls and feeling his balls flush against your ass. Increasing his speed, you had to dig your nails into his shoulders as you held on, having his move so fast that your body rocked with each thrust, juices gushing out of you. His cock was covered in your juices and his own precum, coating the outside of your cunt and dripping down his balls.

“You gonna take it?” He suddenly groans, making you open your eyes and look at his sweat covered face. “You gonna take all my cum like a good girl? Let me fill you up? That’s what you want, right?” A nod from you is all you can muster, but he moves your leg into the crook of his elbow, freeing his hand to squish your cheeks together so you face him. “I wanna hear you say it,”

“Yes, daddy!” You slur, sticking out your tongue as you feel the beginning of his load empty out inside of you. “Fill me all the way up, please!” The last part of the sentence comes out of grit teeth, as your back arches and your eyes roll back. It’s so pleasureful, feeling a heavy load fill your walls than you can’t help but let yourself completely go, spraying watery juices all over Osamu’s abdomen, dripping down onto his sweatpants.

Osamu can’t believe his eyes, truly. Watching you come undone on his cock is even better than he could have imagined, as he way he’s your body twitch and feels your walls spastically gush around him makes him even harder inside of you. Making you squirt, however? Just from filling you up with a load of cum? Fuck, he doesn’t even let you enter a post-bliss state, worried you’d want to stop when he’s only getting his engines warm. You can barely refute him as he starts fucking into you again, pushing his cum out of your little cunt with each thrust. He’s gonna fuck every pent up load into you all before his stupid wife gets home.

For the rest of the day, Osamu has you trying out different positions all just to hear you scream and mewl underneath him, telling him how good it feels when he fucks you like an animal starved. It makes him feel good to have someone actually love him, wanting him to feel just as good as he makes them. Whether it’s you putting in the work to bounce on his cock so he can grab and play with your bouncing breasts or you on your knees in front of him and his cock on your tongue, you don’t want him doing all the work and doing all the giving. He makes sure to clean you up, too, wiping down the sweat from your body and the copious amount of cum dribbling out of your abused cunt. It isn’t until Hikari pulls up do you two separate, you going to do homework while he watches TV. None the wiser than she was yesterday, Osamu can’t help but smile when she passes by him, letting her kiss him on the lips moments after he made you cum on his tongue.

Each day is a day full of giggles with a game of secrecy. How long until Hikari actually catches you two? How long can you two spend together behind closed doors before it’s suspicious? You get better at muffling and holding back your moans and Osamu gets better at not ogling you whenever you two aren’t alone. Spending time in your room doing ‘homework’, Osamu brings you your dinner and even helps you with some stuff, all while Hikari sits in her little office typing away, ignorant of your bed creaking in time with his thrusts. Whenever she has a long day of work, she takes a long bath and you end up on Osamu’s lap in the living room, bouncing on his cock while a movie plays to cover your mewls and his groans.

It isn’t until after you graduate does the secret get out.

Working at Onigiri Miya on the surface was a job that would keep you close to Osamu and stay at home, making Hikari annoyed that you’re still in the picture. Threatening a divorce if she tried to send you off to a college without your consent, you were free to live at home and work with your father, having more than familial moments in the back of the shop when everyone else went home. It gave you both room to spend together without worrying about someone finding out by seeing you laying on a table with your legs on Osamu’s shoulders.

“I swear, the spicy tuna onigiri brings good luck!” Atsumu swears, taking a bite of the good food.

“I think it’s just wishful thinking, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu says back, rolling his eyes. You’re off handing other customers their orders, but you can’t help but giggle at the conversation between your dad and uncle.

“If Aran was here, he’d agree!”

“Nah, Aran likes the crispy seaweed onigiri. Told me himself,” Osamu shoots back, not batting an eye.

“No he didn’t, he’s been busy,”

“He stops by every once in a while. Maybe he just doesn’t let you know when he’s in the area,”

“Are you trying to insinuate something?”

“Okay, you two,” you butt in, handing another order of spicy tuna to Atsumu, “no need to fight when we got other customers.”

“What about you? Do you agree, doll?” Atsumu asks, giving you one of those girl-swooning smiles.

“Actually, I don’t have a favorite, so I don’t think any are more lucky or special than the others. They all taste good, so that’s what matters,” you shrug, making Atsumu’s smile fall.

“You’d say anything to not be on my side, wouldn’t you?”

“Not completely true,” you then sigh, then nod. “But yes,”

“I’m being ganged up on, here,”

“Food’s food, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu says, rolling his eyes.

Atsumu stayed at least until closing, talking about old school stuff and his team with volleyball. Most of their old friends had retired, living a comfortable life and meeting up every once in a while to catch up. Atsumu had only recently retired, so he spent most of his free time chowing down on food Osamu made for him. Waving goodbye to him, you could only sigh as you switched the sign to close and turned off the neon sign, signaling the end of your shift. Well, at least until Osamu tugs you into his chest and kisses you on the head.

“Tired again, huh?” You giggle when he only sighs. “Should I close up by myself, then?”

“Not a chance. Get yourself in the kitchen,”

It isn’t long until you’re in the same position you were in yesterday, one leg bent and held up by his arm while he rams his cock into your cunt, heavy moans coming from your lips with each pump. Resting your head on the counter, your fingers run down the surface as drool spills from your lips, keeping your focus on not having the one leg on the ground buckle. With his one arm holding up your leg and his hand resting against your side, his other hand pushes pieces of onigiri into your mouth, keeping it in your mouth so you don’t spit it out. Moaning, you lick the excess rice from his fingers and suck on them, bringing him to his release and filling you up. Pulling out, he lets the excess run out and puddle on the floor before pushing back in, making more squeeze out, going for another round and only focusing on you.

Atsumu couldn’t believe it. He dropped his wallet when he was eating, probably just slipped out of his pocket. He should’ve double checked before leaving the restaurant, as this has happened before when he doesn’t wear a coat. With the warm nights that spring brings, he hasn’t bothered with wearing a jacket, but he might have to so he stops accidentally losing things. Even though the store says it’s closed, he tries the door and finds it’s unlocked, making him confused, but still going inside. Though, he immediately forgets why he was there when he hears the moans and groans echoing in the empty shop. The only two workers when he left would’ve been ‘Samu and you, so he’s confused as to why he hears those noises. Going around the counter and looking into the kitchen, he can’t take his eyes off the display he sees.

Osamu, his brother, is fucking you on the counter in his shop after hours. If he’d had known this is what he was missing out on, he’d have left his wallet behind on purpose long before now. Completely ignored by the two of you, he just watches as your eyes roll and leg twitches as Osamu pumps a load into your cunt, pulling out to smear some of it on your pussy like he’s claiming it. Atsumu doesn’t know if he’s upset you two didn’t tell him about such a juicy secret or if he��s upset he didn’t get to lay claim on his pretty little niece first. Clearing his throat and knocking on the wall, he makes his presence known.

Covering your chest and looking away is the reaction he expected from you, but Osamu just stares at him like he’s expecting something. “Did you need something? Or you just being a pervert?”

“A pervert? I should be calling you that, ‘Samu. Screwing your own daughter? Does your wife know?”

The answer Osamu gave wasn't necessarily unexpected, but the tone of which he chose made Atsumu's eyes widen with surprise. “I don't care what that old hag thinks. If you're so bent on spilling our little secret, it's not going to change much of anything,”

“Your whole life could be ruined if I told your wife, you know? Really going to let me spill the beans on you?” Atsumu asks, but he wouldn't dare tell. Especially not if Osamu lets him have a taste. Even now, you're all curled up and covering yourself as if your dearest father's cock is currently buried inside of you, like you can keep any more of your innocence from him.

“I know you better than that, 'Tsumu. We've always had each other's backs, why would that change now?” He simply states, even rocking his hips into you that has your leg twitching, your harsh whispers of telling him not now. Atsumu can't help but laugh, nodding and getting closer to the two of you.

“You're right, I wouldn't snitch. Although, it's a bit sad you didn't let me know before. Too scared I'd take her away from you?”

“As if,” Osamu scoffs, his thumb rubbing your clit, making you twitch and mewl. The sight of you makes Atsumu's cock twitch, his jeans getting tighter with each noise. “Nothing can beat our first time together. You're welcome to try, but I doubt it,”

“Well, then I can't back down, can I?” Atsumu gives off simple smile, but his mind is full of nothing but dirty, disgusting thoughts of what he could do to you. Of course, Osamu pulling his cock out to let his previous loads drip from your cunt reminds him you're still owned by someone else, but Atsumu will take sloppy seconds this time. Watching as Atsumu unzips his jeans has you scrambling to move, unsure of what's about to happen.

“Wait, Uncle 'Tsumu—”

“Don't worry, doll. You trust you dear old daddy, don't you?” A nod from you. “He wouldn't let me near you if he didn't trust me. No need to worry 'bout a thing,” Atsumu pecks your lips, looking to see Osamu has backed off completely. You're pulled off of the counter, legs wobbly as you hold onto Atsumu as he picks you up. Osamu may have strength leftover from his volleyball days, but Atsumu is stronger, able to easily lift you onto where his hard cock is waiting for your drooling pussy.

Osamu finds himself on a stool, stroking his cock and spreading your leftover juices all over the skin. “It'll be alright, princess. Daddy's right here, just let your uncle have a taste, okay?”

“Okay, daddy,” your voice is so innocent, so sweet, Atsumu can't hold back, pulling your hips flush against his, groaning at the squeeze you immediately give him.

“Oh, fuck,” he swears, immediately setting into a rhythm of you bouncing on his cock while he holds you up. The sheer strength of him keeping you up combined with the sensitivity from Osamu has you creaming on his cock, making him curse again. He's never been more thankful for leaving his wallet, letting him have the opportunity to feel a nice, young cunt squeezing him again. “Finishing so soon? I just got started,”

“‘ish gooood~” you slur, tongue hanging out as you dig your nails into his shoulders and your legs tighten and twitch in his hold. Your fucked out expression and the consistent string of moans from your lips has him thinking you really are like a doll, just a gummy little hole for him to fuck.

It's not long until he feels juices to gush from your pussy, dripping down and staining his jeans as his balls slap against your ass, making an echoing sound in the kitchen as your moans join it. The brothers keep their moans to a minimum, Atsumu occasionally looking over to see milky fluid dribbling down Osamu's cock and his hand, chuckling at how much of a degenerate his brother is. Feeling your walls squeeze around him once more, he gives a few harsh thrusts up into your cunt before spilling his load into you, moaning at the feeling of you milking his cock.

It's the last orgasm you could have of the night, your body limp in Atsumu's arms as he sets you on the counter, letting his cum ooze out of your abused cunt and onto it. “Think I can have her for the night?” Atsumu suddenly asks, getting his breath back. Osamu sends him a glare, but he brushes it off. “Come on, I promise I'll give her back. One night, and I'll keep your dirty little secret.”

Osamu agrees, letting his brother take your unconscious body home, as you had fallen asleep from your last orgasm. He worries what Atsumu would do to you, but he also knows he can trust him to not hurt you. The only problem is going home to Hikari, who seems elated that Atsumu picked you up from the shop and you decided to spend the night at his house, eager to get her hands on Osamu and spend all her time with him. He regrets not having you there that night, but you were delivered safe and sound the next day, stuffed full of your uncle's cum and a toy keeping it all in.

It started a new thing for Osamu and you to enjoy doing, having your body shared between your father and your uncle, with both of them cleaning you up at the end of it. Atsumu had something to do with his free time and he also provided an easy alibi to give to Hikari whenever she wondered why you two weren't at the house. Why, all she needed to hear was that you went out with friends and Osamu's hanging out with him and some other alumni from Inarizaki, easing her worries. She doesn't need to know the friends you're with are the same people Osamu's hanging out with, the same people who are having a taste of you on their cocks and their tongues. The quickies from before are replaced by actual time spent between the two of you, maybe adding in a third or a fourth, but it ends with you happy and him even happier.

Truly, nothing could ruin this blissful atmosphere he's created with you. Not even the baggage that thought he still loved her could tear you two apart. It was only a matter of time before she realized that he had found love in someone else, some who she despised. He fell in love with everything Hikari isn’t, she just didn’t know it yet.

When Hikari tells him about her business sending her out of the country for a week, he could hardly contain his joy. As emotionless as he could muster, he congratulated her on her promotion and offered to even help her pack for the trip. It was just a small business venture and she said she’d call him every night to let him know she was alright, but he could honestly care less. Watching her fill a suitcase the night before her flight reminded him of how she tried to send you away from him and how he dearly wished Hikari would be sent away from him for good. It just gave you two the freedom to dirty every surface in the house without worry.

Whether he was bending you over the back of the couch while you watched your favorite show or making you cockwarm him so he could read the newspaper, he made sure you were always close by and always dressed for him. Skirts and no panties, draped in his shirts with lacy panties that hid nothing, a cute sweater and loose shorts paired with thigh highs, anything that gave him easy access or that he liked seeing you in was fair game. Even Atsumu and your ‘little’ friends would come over, spreading your holes wide open and drenching your prettiest clothes and your pretty face in their cum, painting your body with load after load. Nothing was better for you, having your father love your body and show it off to his friends and hearing their compliments. It was a twisted way of thinking, but you were well past the point of no return, rather accepting their compliments with an open mouth and a dripping pussy.

Every night had you ending it in someone’s lap, cock still inside as your working cunt milked every last drop of them. Osamu always made sure to clean you up, tucking you in his bed as he joined you, kissing you goodnight as you peacefully slept. The minutes turned to hours and the hours turned to days and before you knew it, the week was up and you two were so lost in each other’s touch all week, you didn’t even register that your time alone together was drawing to a close. With minds only focused on each other, it was no surprise the two of you couldn’t hear the phone ringing nor when a car had pulled up the front of the house. Even the door being knocked on and unlocked went unnoticed, lips locked as Osamu rocked his cock deeper inside of you, making sure your sensitive walls felt every single rub against them.

He heard the gasp before you did, a bag dropping on the floor in shock as he looked up from your body, seeing Hikari, his wife, in the hallway across from him. It wasn’t horror on her face, just rage and jealousy as she watched him rock his cock into your warm cunt. Grabbing your hair and tugging your head back, he made sure your scream of pleasure had no muffles as your high hit, toes curling and legs tightening around his neck as he brought his lips to yours, finally muffling the screams. A few more pumps of his cock into your gushing cunt had him finishing inside, a low moan as he licked your lips, giving you another kiss that had you two swapping spit.

“Osamu, how dare—!” Hikari was cut off by Atsumu, dressed in nothing but a towel covering his lower half exiting the bathroom, tutting at her.

“Should’ve stayed wherever you went, lady. You’ve been replaced,” he grinned, practically pushing her out of the house. She could smell the alcohol on him, meaning he was drinking. In her house.

“How dare that slu-”

“Oh, shove it. Go find some young cock to suck, hag,” he sneered, pushing her outside the door as she gasped, stumbling. He waved and smiled as he shut the door, making sure the locking of it was audible enough for her to hear. Whistling and dusting off his hands, walking over to where Osamu had his mouth buried between your thighs as your fingers dig into his scalp. “Don’t forget to leave some for me,”

At his request, Osamu gets off your clit with a loud ‘pop’ noise, lapping at the excess around your pussy, letting Atsumu kneel down and get his tongue in your messy cunt, slurping up his brother’s cum and your juices. Feeling your hand come to the back of his head, he only smirked as he suckled on your clit, pushing two fingers into your cunt while Osamu removed himself from your lower area. Moving up to your mouth, you eagerly stuck out your tongue to welcome his hard cock in your mouth, moaning around the appendage as you made sure to slurp any cum coating it.

One thing the two of them could agree on, is that you’re a damn treasure they enjoy and nobody will stand in their way.

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Pleasant’s Writer Recs!

I’ve gotten a few asks in my inbox over the past few weeks asking me for writer recs, so I thought the best way to do this was to compile a list of my fav authors on tumblr and rec my favorite fic of theirs! A lot of these amazing authors are moots—I’m very lucky to call many of them close friends. This list could be much longer, and I could go on for days about every single author, but I’ll try to keep it brief. Most all of these authors, like myself, write 18+ only content. Hopefully this can be a useful tool for authors and readers alike looking for amazing fanfic 💕

@bakatenshii | Angel is so phenomenal with her writing that I almost can’t put her style and amazing ability into words (but I’ll try). Angel’s work is beautiful, masterful, full of poetry, elegance, and smut that will all leave you gasping. Fav Fic: Blitz [Ushijima x Reader]

@blahkugo | Sunnt, Thunnth, Sunny, whatever you call her, she is brilliant. No one writes Tsukishima quite like she does. She is beyond creative and her writing style flows like the sexiest water, it’ll make you thirsty and quench your aches. Fav Fic: Tower [Tsukishima x Reader]

@deathcab4daddy | Tay is all about details, details, details. She fills in every gap and paints gorgeous, sexy pictures and situations for the reader to feel immersed in. Fav Fic: Cerulean Blue [Akaashi x Reader]

@dymphnasprose | Dymphna is all about fun, sex, and slowly filling out her holy bible of smut. She’s amazing at creating realistic sub/dom relationships and her smut almost always comes with a healthy dose of build-up. Fav Fic: Green Scrunchies [Ukai x Reader]

@enjifuckersupreme | Ketsl reigns supreme over pure, unadulterated porn. They are phenomenal at making me the reader wet, and every fic is crafted with so much care. Enji fuckers should bow down at their feet, no one loves and writes Enji like Ketsl. Fav Fic: Attitude Adjustment [Enji x Reader]

@hisoknen | Raph is one of the first dark blogs I ever started reading, and she never, ever disappoints. She writes pieces that chill you to the bone, but warms your sex- her writing is casual, smooth, and realistic, always giving you everything you need, but leaving you wanting a little more. Fav Fic: Sleeping Beauty [Dabi x Reader]

@hoe-doroki | Ana is one of the sweetest writers I know. Every time I talk to her, she’s working on comfort requests or beta-reading for other people. Her writing is such a pleasure to read, as you can tell she pours love and consideration into every fic for her readers. Fav Fic: Can’t Find My Breath [Bakugou x Reader]

@joyousandverywarlike | Zo…holy fucking shit. Zo is a writer who consistently blows me out of the water with her skill. This woman is a novelist blessing us with juicy, rich smut and love stories like no one else can. She is incredibly poetic and her writing is an absolute joy to read; she also writes amazing fics for black readers and has an amazing voice that she uses for asmr audios! Fav Fic: How We Met [Ushijima x Reader]

@lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten | Leah is an author who takes immense care with her work. She works incredibly hard to craft sexy, healthy bdsm fics for bnha. She is a great blog to go to for bdsm education, and she’s also got a side blog @lemonlordleah-extra-sour for all you extra naughty readers who like the darker side of fanfic. You should also check out her Patreon! Fav Fic: Between the Evergreen [Aizawa x Reader]

@linestrider | Nyki’s work is like smooth water, it’s calming, refreshing, but she also adds a nice, chill bite to it as well with her darker style. Nyki puts such an impressive amount of care into her work; a word is never out of place, every sentence has meaning, every paragraph gives you something new. It was very hard to choose just one fic to recommend. Fav Fic: What’s Said is Said [Hawks x Reader]

@lookslikeleese | Leese is one of the most fun writers on Tumblr, and by that I mean you just have a shitload of fun reading her fics. They are like little, sexy treats to take in right before bed and feel a little more full than you were before. She is also the Cucking Queen. Fav Fic: Cola [Enji x Reader] 

@messwriting | Lee is also another fun writer! Her writing is exhilarating to read, and you’d never guess she’s a sexy Brazilian whose second language is English based on how well she writes. She’s a little sex goddess who will give you everything you want and more in every fic. Fav Fic: What We Could’ve Been [Tsukishima x Reader]

@mindninjax | Marquie is a full on sweetie with a sexy side. She. Is. So. Creative. Every fic of hers is so unique and her masterlist is a whole reading experience. She writes Bakugou Katsuki so damn well, she’s a master at characterization, even in au’s. She also writes beautiful fics for black readers. Fav Fic: Bound to You [Bakugou x Reader]

@nekokoafanfictions | I first found Ai on Ao3, and then was fortunate enough to come across their blog here on Tumblr! I’ve said this before in previous rec lists, and I’ll say it again, I still read their fics some nights to fall asleep to, they are just that good, every fic will have you coming back at some point to read it again. Fav Fic: City Lights [Enji x Reader]

@present-mel | The. Queen. Of. Dialogue. Mel is a master at making her fanfic feel real, gritty, sexy, and beautiful all at the same time. This woman pours her heart and soul into fanfic, especially into her Erwin series Fragments of Memories. I was so captivated by her work that I just had to become her friend, her work is enchanting and thrilling. Fav Fic: Until the Fire Played [Enji x Reader]

@rat-suki | Annie makes me horny. Like, real horny. Her smut is fantastic and are often little thrill rides within themselves. Fuck rollercoasters, just go to Annie’s masterlist to find a joy ride. Fav Fic: Hell Fire [Enji x Reader]

@rivendell101 | I’m such a big fan of Alisha, that I sent her a request months ago before we even became friends. This author knows how to craft a story, her work is very meticulous with details and her plots are always so spot on. Fav Fic: Sweet Thing [Natsuo x Reader]

@smutbardpeach | Smutbard is the most accurate title for Peach, as her fics read like poetry and song, filled with beautiful language, imagery, and allusions to the brim. If you’re ever looking for something romantic, sensual, delightful, and just overall magnificent to read, this is the blog to go to. Peach’s work is like reading poetry and classics right off the shelf. Fav Fic: Truth in Wine [Hizashi x Reader]

@spicyness | Are you thirsty? Do you like fun, sexy headcanons? Ness is the author for you. Ness is so, so fun and sweet, and is active with her followers and is always posting something new and creative for us to nibble at. Her blog is full of fun thirsts and she’s always a joy to see pop-up on my dash. Fav Fic: Pride [Bakugou x Reader]

@sugardaddykenma | Lin has the most amazing brain. I wish I could just…see and understand how she thinks. Her blog is full to the brim with hilarious, iconic, and down right fucking true headcanons for haikyuu characters. Many nights I have stayed up laughing my ass off and saying “why is that so true?” while reading through her astonishingly creative work. Fav Fic: Haikyuu on Drugs

@thewheezingwyvern | Wyv is a writer who gets straight to the point; her words are poignant, meaningful, and always paint a very clear picture. She is a Shinsou and Aizawa lover/fucker all the way to her core, and she’s amazing at bringing those characters to life in her work. Fav Fic: Salt Lines [Aizawa & Shinsou x Reader]

@thisisthehardestthing | Claudia is one of the most talented writers I have ever met. Period. She has a vocabulary, a depth, an ability to craft the most intense, alluring, and magnificent fanfic you’ve ever read. Most of her work doesn’t even seem like fanfic, it reads like love letters stuffed into the pages of a book that stand the test of time with her marvelous writing abilities. She always awes me, as every single fic is unique and powerful it its own way. Fav Fic: Tocka [Tanaka x Reader]

@tomurasprincess | The Queen of Darkness herself, Mari is amazing at fulfilling all of your dark desires. I’ve never met anyone else who is as active as she is with her followers, as she’s constantly pushing herself to answer requests and give people exactly what they want to see. She has such an expansive masterlist, any dark fic lover can find something worthwhile from her! She’s almost made a Shigaraki fucker out of me, almost. Fav Fic: Wraith’s Touch [Shigaraki x Reader]

@undermattsun | Miki taught me what a skate rat is. Do I understand it yet? Not really, but I fucking like it. Miki is so much fun and is always active with her followers, giving out awesome thirsts, visuals, and headcanons for her fav haikyuu characters. Fav Fic: Flavor of the Month [Matsukawa x Reader]

@vixen-scribbles | Vixen is someone who cares about everyone around her, and her blog reflects that. Amongst all her amazing writing, you’ll always find her recommending her friends and supporting other writers. Her writing is fucking sexy, she knows her way around the bedroom when it comes to fics, and she’s got a lengthy masterlist to fawn over. Fav Fic: Take All of Me [Ushijima x Reader]

@whats-her-quirk | Truly, the best has been saved for last. June’s work is the heart and soul of classic, fucking amazing fanfic. I can’t even explain how much I love her fics, like they will put the biggest smile on your face and have your thighs rubbing together in anticipation. June is writing her fantasies and having fun, and we are privileged to enjoy the ride with her. She knocked kinktober out of the fucking park, with each fic being a new, fresh delight. Fav Fic: Once in a Blue Moon [Karasuno x Reader Gangbang]

This list could honestly be twice as long, and perhaps in the future I’ll make a companion to it as I meet new authors and read more amazing fanfic. Please give all these authors a follow or at least check out their blogs. 💖

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Title: Attention

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Word Count: 5k

WARNING: Mature themes. Smut. Con. DomFem. SubMale. Dacryphilia. Humiliation. Masturbation. Degradation. Dumbification. Overstimulation. Handjob. Vaginal Sex. Creampie. Mommy kink. Bullying?

Summary: Gojo Satoru is infamous in his school for being a man whore. Sleeping with girls left and right. While most girls knew how terrible of a person he is, they still can’t help but fall for his charms and good looks. One day, while Gojo was going through the list of all the girls at the school, he came across your name. Unlike Gojo, who had a reputation and a lot of popularity, you were quiet and kept to yourself. He didn’t know who you even were until he came looking around for you after picking your name. He thought this was going to be one of the easiest tasks ever in his life, but things weren’t exactly what Gojo expected them to be, and it most certainly did not end up the way he expected.

A/N: This is my first fanfiction that I’m ever posting… And my dumbass made it a smut…. I’ve never written smut before… I’m sorry if this is shit. English isn’t my first language so please bear with me for any mistakes that were made.

Gojo Satoru.

He is one- no the most popular person in the school. Everybody knows him. Even the kids in the back know who Gojo mother-fucking Satoru is.

The reason why?

Well, because he’s a Man-Whore.

He knows he has good looks, has one of the shittiest personalities ever to exist but knows how to change them around people, and he’s an egotistical and prideful mother-fucker.

The girls look at him in disgust, yet they always fall under his control. The guys cheering for him as if he’s won an Oscar each time.

He was just living the life some could say.

“Hey, Satoru, who ya picking next?” One of his pals in his click questioned.

“Hmm… I’m still picking…” He was going through the list as if he’s browsing on the Amazon website. The audacity this boy has.

“How about this one?” His friend points at a name.

“L/N Y/N? Who’s that?” His face scrunched.

“Oh, she’s in class 3-5. She’s super quiet and never talks to anybody. I don’t think she even has friends. But she’s really pretty. She’ll be easy for you to pull with a personality like hers.”

Gojo puckered his lips while he listened to his friend talk.

“Well… Off I go~.”

Keep reading

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Can I watch a great film knowing the actresses in it were terrorized and mistreated the entire time? Can I watch a football game knowing that the players are getting brain injuries right before my eyes? Can I listen to my favorite albums anymore knowing that the singers were all beating their wives in between studio sessions? Can I eat at the new fancy taco place knowing when the building that used to be there got bulldozed eight families got kicked out of their homes so they could be replaced with condos and a chain restaurant? Can I wear the affordable clothes I bought downtown that were probably assembled in a sweatshop with child labor? Can I eat quinoa? Can I eat this burger? Can I drink this bottled water? Can I buy a car and drive to work because I’m sick of taking an hour each way on the subway? Whose bones do I stand on? Whose bones am I standing on right now? 

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Dilf!Bokuto Kōtarō + Age Gap —

Summary: Moving to a new house on the edge of the city seems like a great idea, especially when your neighbor is more than willing to help out. Even if he’s a bit older than you, he’s still quite attractive. You soon find you’re not the only one with feelings like that.

Warnings: female genitalia, kitchen sex, Bokuto in sweatpants, bit of foreplay (fingering but not really), the kitchen is clean, creampie, bit of biting, some crying

A new job, a new home, a new start of life was the plan. With a working from home job, you decided to move somewhere out of the city and away from crazy neighbors. One instance of a screaming match gave you all the reasons you needed to find somewhere new. The house? A nice cozy home on the outskirts of Osaka. It still had a few neighbors around, but they were mostly older folks who came for the lack of city life, or those who lived with family.

The house itself was far from your original apartment in Tokyo, so hiring some people to move your stuff was way out of your price range, especially with you only having a desk to be moved into your new home. So, renting a large car and moving in yourself was the plan. Even without someone helping, you figured you could definitely get everything inside. That was, until you ended up almost dropping the desk, cursing as you slammed your fingers against the car. After waving some old women off, apologizing for cursing, you heard someone call for you.

“Hey! Do you need some help?” They called out, getting you to turn around and see an older man with silver and black hair, with a bit of sweat staining his shirt. “I was in my yard when I heard you, sounded like you needed help?”

“Ah, yeah— well, no. Sorry for disturbing you I didn’t think it’d be hard to move my desk into the house,” you bow, then put your hands together. “If it’s not too much to ask, could you help me get the desk inside? I’ll even pay you back, if you want!”

The man just laughed, shaking his head. “No need to pay me back, I offered after all. Just tell me where to go,” he patted your head, while you looked to see him pick up the whole box of your desk. Effortlessly, of course, which made you feel weak in comparison. When he turned back around, standing and smiling, you finally got your brain to catch up with your body and started walking to the house.

“Just.. set it down in here. I gotta figure out where it goes, anyways, and it does need to be put back together,” you mention, stopping in the front room. He grunted a bit when he set it down, but then he slid it against the wall. “Uh, thank you, again, for this,”

“You’re welcome. By the way, name’s Bokuto Kōtarō. I actually live in the house beside you. I was wondering who bought this house, since it’s been for sale for so long,”

“Nice to meet you, Bokuto,” you say, then introduce yourself. “I decided to work from home, so I moved out of the hectic city. Tokyo’s not as much fun when you don’t have to leave your apartment,”

“Tokyo? A long way from home, aren’t you? Well, if you need any help, you can always ask me. I don’t do much except yard work, really. Sometimes my kids come over, but that’s usually on holidays,”

“K-Kids?” You stutter, then try to compose yourself. Of course an attractive man would have kids. Duh. “I forgot people had kids, I’ve so focused with work, sorry if that sounded weird, but yeah! I’ll keep that in mind if I need help, which I might,” you chuckle, then sigh. “Uh, if you want, I could make you dinner? For helping me, of course,”

“No, that’s fine, I was just being a nice neighbor, that’s all,”

“Then can I ask another favor? Let me cook for you so I don’t feel guilty,” you offer, smiling when he rolls his eyes, but a grin plastered on his face.

“Won’t take no for an answer? If you insist, I’ll let you cook for me. I’ll also help you finish unloading and unpacking, if you want,”

After he helped you do just that, Bokuto also worked on putting your desk back together for you, as well as ordering things you’d need for the house. He made sure to check on you periodically as well, checking to see if you needed help or wanted some fresh vegetables, since he had a garden he was working on. Through these exchanges, you end up learning more about the attractive neighbor. Not only does he live alone, seeing as his wife divorced him years ago, he rarely sees his kids since they have lives of their own. Feeling bad, you offered to make his life a bit brighter by making him food, especially sweets, whenever you could.

One day, after baking a batch of strawberry cookies, you decide to drop in to Bokuto’s house to see if he wanted any. The neighborhood was relatively safe, so Bokuto tended to leave his door unlocked during the day in case you needed anything. If it had been locked, you knew where the spare key was, but he left it unlocked for today. Walking into the house, you couldn’t get over how different it was from yours, filled with trinkets he’s collected over the years and the family portraits on the wall.

After closing the door, you call out to him while you head for the kitchen. Hearing nothing, you worry that perhaps he is asleep or out of the house, but then you hear some footsteps deeper in the house. Looking up from the plate of cookies, your eyes immediately are drawn to Bokuto’s bare chest, a towel around his shoulders as he rubs his damp hair. “Oh! I—”

“I didn’t expect you over here so early. Usually you have work, don’t you?” He says, not bothered by your presence. After all, you’re always invited over to his house no matter the reason. You do feel bad for walking into his house when he’s busy, especially if he’s taking a shower.

“Yes, well, I, uh,” you stutter, trying to find what to say. “I made cookies so I thought that you would like some. Strawberry cookies,” you end up saying, nodding as you try to focus on his face and not his chest. It doesn’t help you can also see his happy trail, sweatpants loose on his hips. Any lower is blocked by the kitchen island, thankfully, but you don’t allow an obvious stare at anything.

“Oh, really? I’ve never had some before!” And like that, he’s moving beside you to try some freshly baked cookies. Continuously keeping your eyes trained on the cookie he takes from the batch and popping it in his mouth, you attempt a smile as you await his praise. “Mm! This is good!” He manages around a mouthful of food. With them warm from the oven, he takes another as he moans, enjoying the taste. Finding it to be a bit much, you decide maybe it’s best to leave. “Y’know, you’re gonna make someone very happy with your cooking skills,”

“Well, I doubt that. Most people my age look for hookups and I don’t get much of a chance to cook for them. Thank you, though,” you say, then lightly clap your hands together. “That’s all I wanted—”

“A damn shame. I’d definitely stick around for some home cooking,” he continues to say, smiling as he eats another cookie. You can’t stop yourself from getting bashful, your words stuttering as you clear your throat, looking at the cookies as you get your mind on the right track. He just keeps smiling and staring at you, watching your reactions.

“Well, I suppose, um, younger people don’t rely on it much, I suppose,” you try to fix your brain, slowing down your words. “I’ve been on dates where it’s eating out and takeout, but, like I said, thank you for, uh, enjoying my- my food and w-well,” your brain kind of sputters out, eyes blinking as you try to think of something to say. Bokuto doesn’t seem to mind, bringing a hand to your chin as he forces you to look up at him.

“You deserve so much better, you know that?” He simply says, but the way he says it and the way he looks at you tells you to either leave or shoot your shot. Rocking on your legs, you rub your thighs together as your hand covers his, taking it off of you.

“I don’t know if I do, but thank you. I should probably go, though,” you whisper, feeling your heartbeat speed up as you encourage yourself to leave. Of course that doesn’t work, seeing as he just brings himself closer, hand clasping yours as his other hand rests against the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. The simple movement has your movements freezing, knowing what’s coming but not wanting to jump to conclusions. When his lips finally mesh against yours, you can only let yourself fall closer to him, wanting more as he tilts your head back. It’s short, but it doesn’t stop there.

He only breaks the kiss to look down at you through lidded eyes, your face showing no hint of disgust or being repelled, so he dives in again and pushes you back as he does. The small force from him pushing against you has your hand leaving his, grasping the edge of the island to ground yourself. Using that to his advantage, he goes to push you against the island, hands leaving your neck as they place themselves on either side of you. Another break of the kiss, but he doesn’t move too far away from you.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long, you have no idea,” he mumbles, lips close enough to yours you can feel them moving. You want to push against him, you want more from him, but you wait for him to say more. “If you’ll let me—”

“Please, just do it,” you practically beg, pressing yourself against him once again. This time, his hands leave the counter, rubbing against your sides as he slips a few fingers into the waistband of your pants. The extra space gives the pants easy access to slip down around your ankles, Bokuto’s hand diving between your legs as he feels against you, two fingers rubbing against your panties and feeling your wetness. Moaning into the kiss, you push on his chest to break the kiss, but he just attaches his lips to your neck. “Don’t— Don’t tease me,” you whine, leaning against the island as your legs feel weak.

“It’s okay, baby, I got you,” he mumbles against your skin, fingers pulling your panties away from your pussy and letting them drop the rest of the way, joining the pants as he keeps rubbing his fingers against you. Swirling them around your clit, teasing your clenching hole, he makes sure to touch every inch as his lips pepper against your neck and collarbone, your own hands digging into his shoulders. He plays with you so much, fingers pinching and rubbing your clit, you let out a strangled moan as your legs weaken completely, but he’s there to catch you.

Just like he said, he has you. Keeping you up with one hand, he digs his fingers in the flesh of your ass while he flicks your little bud, keeping you twitching against him. It isn’t until you release a wanton moan, teeth digging into his shoulder as he feels drool and tears hit his skin does he grant you mercy. Completely soaked, his fingers pull away and rub the excess against your thigh, hiking your waist higher as he gets himself out. Unable to see anything, you can only feel him as he rubs the head of his cock against your pussy, between your folds, rubbing your juices all over your ass and his cock.

“You gonna take all of me? Hm, are you?” He whispers in your ear, a grin on his face as he presses a kiss under your ear as he pops his cock into your hole. You can confidently say he’s bigger than you expected, velvety walls gushing around him as he enters that makes him groan right in your ear. He doesn’t need to wait for you to adjust, walls eagerly accepting the intrusion as he bottoms out inside you, your juices soaking his hair and balls, staining his pants. You’re holding onto his shoulders, nails digging into his back as he begins thrusting up into you, legs clenching tight around his waist.

A couple of bounces and Bokuto’s changing the position, keeping you bouncing as he adjusts. Hooking his arms under your knees, he holds you up and moves your body to his pleasure while you scramble to hold on with each thrust. Slapping of skin echoes in the kitchen, your mewls and his moans mixing in with the lewd noises. Each bounce has your cunt drooling around his cock, drenching his balls that slap against your ass and sticking his hair to his skin, short hairs rubbing against you. A particularly hard thrust has you arching, nails breaking skin as your cunt clenches, creaming around his cock.

“Such a good pussy, so eager,” he practically growls, keeping one hand on your ass as his other hand pushes you against him once more, keeping up the pace as he helps you ride out an orgasm. He keeps slapping his hips against yours as you continue to whine and beg, gibberish leaving your lips as your mind is muddled with pleasure. Each thrust brings him closer to his own end, but then you’re dropping and being gently laid against the cold floor of the kitchen. “Fuck,” is all he mutters, using the different position to drill his hips into yours as you try to keep your legs spread. With the overstimulation setting in, you’re unable to but Bokuto is quick to hold them open, pinning them down as he shows no mercy on your poor pussy. It only takes a few brutal thrusts for him to wrap his arms around you, hips stuttering as his groans turn to whines.

“Where— where-” is all he can get out, teeth grit. Your hands keep him pressed close against you, moving your heels to press into his lower back as he can’t hold back, spilling his load into your sensitive walls as he moans. With one arm wrapped around your neck, he keeps you pressed against his sweaty and sticky skin as he pumps you full, rutting against your sensitive clit as your walls continue to gush around him.

As he comes down from his orgasm, you run your nails lightly over the muscles on his back, along each dip, until you’re threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him off your shoulder to kiss him. He’s eager to return it, adjusting his position that has you both moaning into the kiss, legs tightening around him once more.

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What- this is so pretty😭

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I- the last part😭

#𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘, 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

genre: smut

warnings: nsfw content (thigh riding, dumbification, teasing, daddy kink hehe <3, praise, size kink if you squint, unprotected sex, voyeurism ??? (not rlly)), mild language, atsumu (that boy is a warning on its own)

wc: 1.6k

a/n: ahhh this is my first tumblr post in a looong time (and my first smut ever omfg). i hope you like it ???

i’m honestly quite surprised i got the balls to post this considering how many times i rewrote this fic.

ummm if you notice any mistakes or content that happened but i didn’t list in the warnings, let me know :)))

i feel like this is so rushed dear god. but uhh enjoy, ya horny motherfuckers

now here’s a smooch *mwah* thanks for reading <3

1:24 am

that’s what reads on the clock of your bedside table. it’s been hours since rintarou had started playing some random online game with the miya twins.

you know he has been busy with practice so he wasn’t able to hang out with them as much but dammit you miss him too.

if he keeps sitting at his table with those headphones on for another minute, you swear to god you will jump him. as soon as you grab the courage to do so, of course.

you grab your phone and scroll through social media for a bit but that becomes boring very soon. the same as reading a book you bought years ago on some random fair that you never even opened.

soon you opt for trying to call rin and reason with him. now it isn’t about only missing him anymore. to be honest, he does look quite good with only gray sweatpants on while his damp, brown hair falls all over his pretty face. you can’t help but rub your thighs together.

“rin?” you find out being needy does things to you such as taking your whole voice away. that ‘rin’ being nothing but a meek whisper.

“hm? yes, baby?” despite your weak attempt at calling him, he still hears you. however, his eyes are still on the monitor.

when he doesn’t hear your answer, he says something into the mic like ‘hang on’. honestly, you aren’t paying attention to what’s getting out of his mouth, only to the way his slightly rosy lips move and you swear you see the pink muscle, that being his tongue, wet those exact lips at the sight of you laying on the pillows of your shared bed with your back pressed against them while you rub your thighs together.

“whatcha need, baby?” rin asks as he lays his back flat against his gaming chair and puts his hands behind his head. you almost whimper at the way he looks (at you) right now.

maybe you even do because all of the sudden, he raises his eyebrow along with his whole body while moving towards your position on the bed. he comes to you and sits at the edge.

“something botherin’ you, pretty?” he says as he picks up your chin between his thumb and index finger seeing you won’t even look at him. “don’t keep me waiting here.”

“i- i just miss you, rin. ‘s all,” your voice is nothing again, but a meek whisper. rintarou, however, seems to hear you perfectly. “you’ve been playing with the twins for so long now.”

“oh? i’m sorry, baby. i didn’t even notice,” he gently cups your face between his two hands and kisses you even more gently, “how about i make it up to you?”

before you can even answer him, he is already pulling you into his lap so you’re straddling one of his thighs. you feel his long and graceful fingers fumbling with the waistband of your panties. to his (not really big) surprise, under your his t-shirt, you aren’t wearing anything but those panties.

not even wearing a bra, hm? rintarou thinks to himself as he wanders with his fingers around your chest. that seems to pull out a whine from you. “be patient. you’re a good girl, right?”

you pant while trying to answer him, almost casually humping his thigh like a bitch in heat. “y-yeah. ‘m your g-good girl, rin.”

“that’s right, so you need to wait, alright?”

“ye-yes.” you come to the conclusion the more you rub your poor little clit through that flimsy piece of fabric you call panties, on rintarou’s grey sweatpants, it’s harder and harder for you to think. let alone speak.

“yes, what?” rin notices that obviously and he decides to take advantage of that and tease you a little.

you can’t seem to find your voice to answer him. the flexing of his thigh muscle and the hands on your hips that are gently making you ride that exact thigh is getting too much for your dumb little brain to comprehend. “yes- ahhh- yes, d-daddy.”

he kisses your cheek briefly and you can feel the slight smirk he has on his face. “there we go. that wasn’t so tough, was it, pretty?”

feeling the tight knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter, you really can’t answer him. “ahh! ‘m s-so close, daddy.”

“c’mon, baby. let go for me. can you do that for daddy?” he whispers in your ear as you feel the grip of his hands that he has on your hips bringing you slight pain but the only thing you currently have on your mind is that knot in your tummy uncoiling and cumming afterward.

after a bit more of helplessly grinding and humping, you finally find yourself getting undone on rintarou’s toned thigh and sweatpants. you rest your head on his shoulder with your arms still on his broad shoulders. he gives you some time to recover before he is already throwing you onto the bed.

“you didn’t think you were done after that, did you?” he says as he climbs over you and cages you between his strong arms. “don’t you think i deserve a ‘thank you’?”

“i- ‘m sorry, daddy! i got t-too caught up-“

“shhh, it’s fine. calm down, doll. gonna let me fuck this pretty little pussy now?” he interrupts you before any more apologies come out of your mouth.

once again, he doesn’t let you answer as he is slamming his lips onto yours and giving you a kiss not short of passion and neediness. you kiss him back, of course, and put your obviously smaller hands around his neck.

your whiny and needy moans get eaten up by rin’s hungry kisses. soon, he moves his skillful lips from yours to move onto your neck. deciding on getting straight to the point, he immediately sucks on your weakest spot and you already know; tomorrow you’re going to have the prettiest purple bruise there.

just as you are about to let out a perfect whine, he sneaks his hand under your shirt and starts fondling with your tits. before you know it, he has taken off your t-shirt, thrown it somewhere behind his back, and is licking your sensitive nipples. now that makes you let out such a pretty whine.

rintarou seems to notice that, “oh? you really like it when i play with your tits like this. you let out such pretty noises for me.” he says as he looks up to you from his position between your breasts and he sees you looking down on him with fat tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“n-need your cock. please, daddy?”

oh how could he say no to your beautiful face and begging. before you know it, he’s taken off his sweatpants and you can even see a wet patch from your earlier orgasm as he throws them somewhere across the room.

“i didn’t prepare you that well so i’m gonna have to be really gentle with you. you’re so needy i can’t even prepare you as i usually do.” he says, almost in a whisper, as he comes back between your thighs on the bed.

he notices you making grabby hands to him so he leans onto his one arm placed next to your head while with the other, he pumps his cock next to your already sensitive cunt. you wrap your arms around him and start lightly kissing the skin of his neck and shoulders.

after rubbing the red and throbbing head of his dick, he tells you sweet reassurances about how ‘you are a big girl’ and how ‘you can take it’.

the moment his tip passes the soft skin of your gummy walls, and slowly enters your hole, you are gasping into his ear.

“s’ big, daddy. y-you’re so big,” you keep saying that, so he moves one of his hands between your legs and starts rubbing small circles onto your neglected clit. “f-faster. please, pleasepleaseplease. i- i can take it.”

“already used to my cock, hm? should’ve known better. after all, you are my dirty little slut.” he groans from how tight your pretty cunny keeps clenching around him. “g-gonna make me cum so fuckin’ fast, baby.”

“ahhh- ‘m g-gonna cum soon too, d-daddy.” you finally find words to say something other than ‘please’ and ‘cum’.

“yeah? come on then. want you to cum all over my cock, princess. can you do that for me?” he asks as if you aren’t on the edge.

“y-yeah. gonna be your- your good little g-girl and- and cum-“ you don’t even finish your sentence before you find yourself letting all of your juices over your and rintarou’s bodies.

soon after, you feel your cunt getting stuffed by nothing else than rin’s own cum. he slowly pulls out his now soft cock and puts two of his fingers in your hole. “gotta keep daddy’s cum inside, got it?”

“mhm, y-yeah.” you barely say as you already feel yourself drifting off to sleep. for a brief moment, you can also feel a wet towel all over your thighs and tummy but you don’t worry much about that.

once rintarou decides you are clean enough for sleep, he gets back to his desk and puts on his long forgotten headphones.

“oi, sunarin. t’was nice ‘n all, she got real pretty noises and shit, but it’d be even better to see in real life”

“atsumu, shut the fuck up.”

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miya twins, hq, 18+

don’t be shy, pretty boy. w3220

warnings: y/n doesn’t enter until the end!!!! incest; twincest; teasing; kissing; oral sex; anal sex; really, really not edited; do not read if it’s not your kink

“think she's even inta’ya?”

atsumu shrugs, spinning a pack of disposable chopsticks on the countertop. “she's cute.”

“she's sakusa's sister.”

“what the hell is that suppose’ta mean?”

osamu laughs, leaving enough money in the till to start the day with before zipping the rest in a pouch. “he's a good lookin’ guy- it'd be surprisin’ if his sister wasn't.”

atsumu sighs, propping an elbow on the display and resting his cheek in his palm. “so, what? ya wanna fuck omi-kun now?”

osamu cuts his eyes in his brother’s direction before sighing tiredly. “tsumu…what the fuck? ‘m not gay.”

atsumu rolls his eyes at the age-old statement. “yeah, well...we're supposed’ta hang out. she's gonna come over...think you could drop off some food?”

“you want me to supply food for yer lil tryst? really?”

grinning behind his mask, atsumu pushes off the counter, watching his brother disappear into the back.

“osaaaamu!” he calls, unable to suppress his joy over his brother's apparent jealousy. “oh-saaa-moooo!”

“shud’dap,” osamu hisses, barely looking at atsumu as he comes out, his onigiri hoodie and matching cap making his upset face even cuter.

“are ya jealous, little brother?”

“shut up, atsumu, fuck.”

he follows him out, watching him lock up as he asks, “ya didn't think you'd have me to yerself forever, did ya?” he hooks his arm over osamu’s shoulders. “so selfish.”

“what does she like?”

“what are ya gonna make? the opposite?”

“atsumu,” osamu sighs tired. “whad’da ya want? really? wanna have a drink? or did ya just come by to tease?”

“you bailed on me last time,” atsumu says, pulling away from osamu to stuff his hands in his pockets as they walk toward the alley osamu parks in. “i wasn't sure if yer mad at me ‘er what.”

osamu's car beeps as he opens the trunk and tosses his bag carelessly. “m not.”

“i guess i shouldn’a told ya’bout her.”

“no,” osamu says, running his hand over his cap. “'m glad ya did. i'm happy for ya- as long as it's what’cha want.”

atsumu shrugs, stepping closer to his brother. “she's somethin’ ta do.”

“cruel.”

“not like that,” atsumu laughs, again closing the space between them. “not really, at least. my agent's on me about my appearance. i guess’a love interest is a good thing. get's me out from under my little brother,” he grins, tugging at the string on osamu's hoodie.

“mmmm,” osamu agrees, gently pushing his hand away.

“don't be shy, pretty boy-” osamu laughs for the first time all evening, causing atsumu’s smile to brighten “-come to mine.”

“yeah,” osamu rubs the back of his neck, the dark band of his boxers and a sliver of winter-paled skin distracting. “let’s go.”

.

.

it starts with a look. it always does. it isn't like looking in a mirror anymore, though. rather, it's like seeing the other side of a coin. always for the first time. the same eyes, but different gazes; the same hands, different callouses.

atsumu likes osamu because he's changed, with brown eyes bright with happiness and lips quick to offer the sweetest of smiles; and osamu loves him because he hasn't, as carefree and competitive as ever, passion and conviction unbound. because he’s indulgent and greedy and never makes his brother ask-

“kiss,” atsumu says, pressing up from his haunches and tilting his head back.

osamu doesn’t meet his eye, but takes hold of his face and leans down, gaze fixed on atsumu’s mouth. “have ya kissed ‘er?”

his thumb brushes astumu’s bottom lip as he waits for an answer. it’s soft and plush, the most perfect of cushions, and he desperately wants to kiss it. but there are things he needs to know first. for his own peace of mind.

“not yet.”

“so, yer gonna?”

“you would, too,” he says, closing the space between them as his hands slide down the length of osamu's thighs, grabbing his waist and pulling him to the edge of the couch. brushing his fingers along the edge of osamu's shirt, atsumu slips under and rubs up the lean muscles of his stomach, thumbing both of his nipples and smirking when he pants, his breath filling the blond's month.

“i missed ya,” atsumu admits, waiting for his brother to look at him. “the way ya smell n'taste-”

“gross.”

atsumu laughs, his nose brushing his brother's. “didn’ya miss me, too?”

“no.”

“ok,” he says, squeezing a nipple before letting his hands slide down. “gonna stop me?”

“no,” osamu frowns, hands sliding down atsumu’s arms as he watches his brother undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. “whaddya gonna do?”

atsumu looks up at him, sleepy eyes blown wide as he licks his lips, bottom lip tugging slowly through his teeth; and osamu exhales loudly through his nose, thumbs digging into the tender skin of his brother's inner elbow at the sight- at the effort it takes to restrain.

“'m gonna shower.”

atsumu smirks, giving a small shake of his head. “don't act all bran’new now.” he tugs the waist of osamu's jeans, sitting back as he pulls them off. “take yer shirt off,” he demands, watching as osamu pulls it over his head, muscles flexing.

“‘n i wanna proper kiss, 'samu,” he all but whines. “don'cha want it, too?”

he sits up on his knees again, his head tilting as he leans in and softly brushes his lips to osamu's, murmuring, "come on. don't make me beg, little brother."

osamu groans, eyes falling closed as atsumu palms his cock. “don't-”

“don't?” atsumu pulls his hand away.

“don't tease, you little shit,” osamu bites out, one hand putting atsumu’s back on his cock and the other pulling him in for a kiss they both moan into.

atsumu slips a hand into osamu's boxers, the other coming back up to fondle his chest. he feels osamu grow in his hand, his own body trembling in anticipation. “lemme taste you,” he breathes when they pull apart for air. “‘s been too long, lemme-”

osamu kisses him quickly, carding fingers through his hair. their eyes meet, dazed looks reflected in each other, and osamu makes another pass through atsumu's hair, brushing it away from his face to press a kiss to his forehead. “hurry.”

atsumu laughs, huffy and quiet, pushing osamu's shoulder to get him to lean back into the couch and ghosting fingers down his chest before taking him into his mouth. they share another moan, eyes never parting, and osamu continues to brush his fingers through atsumu's hair as though he’ll disappear if he stops.

“don't be shy, pretty boy,” osamu teases, long lashes brushing his cheeks a few times as he enjoys the warmth of atsumi's mouth. “touch yerself while ya suck it.”

atsumu’s eyes fall closed, one hand encouraging osamu to the back of his head while his other dips between his thighs and slips into his boxers. he fists his cock, smearing precum as he pumps, little murmurs of pleasure causing osamu to groan, eyes rolling as he pushes atsumu’s head down, indulging in the feel of the back of his throat around his cock.

“look at me,” he breathes, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth when atsumu’s hazy gaze meets his. “ya like me fuckin’ yer throat, don’t cha?”

atsumu hums his agreement and osamu replies with a groan, fingers tightening in his hair before tugging at up. “up, up. need’a be inside.”

he smirks, getting up while tugging his own shirt off. his cock throbs, bobbing as he kicks off his boxers, and he swats osamu’s hand away when he runs a single finger along the leaking tip.

“fuckin’ hell,” he breathes, watching osamu rub his fingers along the length of his cock, playing with the mix of spit and precum.

osamu sucks his fingers into his mouth as atsumu grabs a bottle of lube from the table. he puts his hand out for it, wet fingers brushing atsumu’s as he takes it and says, “lemme do it.”

“ya don’t need ta.”

“come,” he says, hooking a leg around atsumu’s as his arm comes out to wrap around his waist to guide him onto the couch. “i’ll do it.”

atsumu braces his arm on the back of the couch, knees settling around osamu’s hips as he climbs on, and his mouth opens in a quiet gasp when he feels osamu’s fingers, slick with lube, at his hole.

“ah-ha,” atsumu breathes, the arm against the back of the couch curling around the back of osamu’s neck as he pushes one finger in after the other, scissoring them to open him up.

osamu shushes him, kissing at his neck. “thought ya wanted it, ‘tsumu.”

“i do,” he pants.

“lube me up, then,” he says, pouring some into atsumu’s palm and groaning when he feels his hand wrap around his cock. he tosses the bottle to the side and settles his hand on atsumu’s hip.“tha’s it-”

“don’t wanna wait,” atsumu says, clutching at osamu’s shoulders.

“one more.” osamu murmurs, working a third finger in and grinning when atsumu groans at the feeling.

“don’t wanna wait,” atsumu says again, easing into a better position. “too long. ‘m not gonna last.”

“yah,” osamu licks his lips, letting go of atsumu’s waist to pull him in for a kiss. “same.”

atsumu eases osamu’s hands off of him, settling them on his thighs before reaching behind himself to grab osamu’s cock. he teases them both, rubbing his cockhead back and forth over his hole.

“‘tsumu.”

“yeah-haaa,” he replies. his free hand grips osamu’s shoulder as he presses back onto him, lashes fluttering against his cheeks, and osamu feels winded for a moment, overwhelmed by the picture his brother paints.

it’s just shy of his own reflection, a lot like looking at a side of himself he never gets to see, and it’s all a part of the confusion. the fun of this. of them.

“holy fuck,” he breathes, resisting the urge to push atsumu down, especially as the blond’s teeth sink into his shoulder. he takes it slow, guiding hips down into his, and the heady sound atsumu makes once seated in osamu’s lap leaves his head swimming.

“one sec,” atsumu murmurs, both arms wrapping around osamu’s shoulders as he adjusts. “please. i-”

osamu shuts him up by gripping the back of his neck, pulling him closer and kissing the column of his throat. he isn’t shy about marking him, tongue and teeth working with his lips as atsumu pants in his ear.

“fuck me,” osamu murmurs, feeling atsumu tighten around him, shifting to take him deeper. “fuck yerself on my cock.”

atsumu rocks his hips, hands sliding down osamu’s chest and settling on his sides.

“haaah-fuck,” atsumu breathes blinking a few times as he looks down to watch as osamu swipes a bit of precum from his chest and sucks the finger, his eyes flicking upward, and it’s the elder twin’s turn to feel distracted- lightheaded and eager as osamu fists his cock, jerking him as he bounces on osamu’s lap.

“missed ya,” atsumu admits, the feel of osamu’s thick cock stretching him out near painful with how blissed out it makes him feel. especially under the weight of the younger’s gaze, his eyes all but feasting on atsumu.

“shut up,” osamu hisses, letting go of atsumu’s cock in favor of squeezing at his bum, spreading his cheeks as he guides atsumu’s strokes.

atsumu just smirks, knuckles grazing osamu’s cheek, and osamu squeezes his eyes shut, head falling on the back of the couch as he shys away from the thought. he begins to thrust up into atsumu, thighs flexing as he pushes his hips to meet each stroke.

“fuuuck,” he groans, sitting up and watching atsumu’s muscles flex, cock slapping against his stomach with each thrust. “feel so good, ‘tsumu.”

“don’t bail on me again,” atsumu says suddenly, pushing at osamu’s chin to get his attention. “promise ya won’t.”

osamu feels heat in his stomach, licking at every inch of him as he holds atsumu’s gaze, his hands settling on atsumu’s thighs. “i won’t.”

“good.” atsumu leans in for a kiss, fingers carding through osamu’s hair. “feel so good stretchin’ me out, little brother.”

osamu’s brow furrows before he rasps, “don’t.”

he laughs as though it’s the best joke he’s ever heard, kissing osamu once more before pulling away. atsumu leans back, propping a hand on his knee before guiding osamu’s hand back to his cock. he settles his hand over osamu’s, finger slotting together as he says, “but ya’know that’s part of the fun, ‘samu.”

“shut up.”

osamu watches atsumu’s head fall back, fingers gripping his knee, and swallows thickly as he waits for atsumu to continue to press the subject. the, quite honestly, get him there.

“jus’ admit ya love fuckin’ me,” atsumu murmurs, looking back at osamu.

both of their eyes are blown wide, faces just barely flushed, and there’s an urgency behind their jerking atsumu’s cock, behind his hips rolling over osamu’s, too, and osamu groans as he feels himself snapping under the heady weight of atsumu’s gaze.

“admit it.”

“i love fuckin’ ya,” osamu admits, feeling atsumu begin to tremble over him. “i love fuckin’ ya,” he says again. “bein’ alone with you...seein’ myself in ya -haaa’tsumu, fuck- love feelin’ my cock ruinin’ ya, yer hot little hole milkin’ me.

“i...love fuckin’ ya. fuckin’ love ya,’sumu,”

atsumu whimpers as henuntangles his hand from osamu’s, gripping his wrist and tugging instead. “‘m close, ‘m close, osamu, please. just-”

“i’ve got ya.”

he spreads his legs a little wider, pushing his hips to the edge of the couch and taking hold of atsumu’s waist as atsumu leans over one of osamu’s shoulders, gripping the back of the couch as he lets his brother take control.

“hard,” atsumu pants, feeling osamu dig his fingers into his skin. “fuck me ha-haaa,” atsumu cries, grasping the couch as osamu fucks into him, large hands forcing his hips down roughly. “juuus like that.”

osamu turns his head, pressing his face into atsumu’s torso, breathing in the scent of skin for a moment before kissing wherever his can reach, biting and sucking the soft skin at his ribs as he fucks him harder, feeling astumu’s cock hot and throbbing pressed between them.

he thinks he hears something, but he can’t make sense of it as he chases his high, focusing instead on the soft heat of his brother wrapped around him, the weight of his body against his, the wet of his precum smearing across his stomach. it’s miserable but it’s rapturous, leaving him groaning when he realizes atsumu is chanting his name.

“yer doin’ so well fer me,” atsumu suddenly praises him, and osamu’s close, so fucking close, but it’s ruined in an instant.

ruined by the sweetest of voices teasing, “miya, are you watching porn?” and osamu has to hold onto his brother to keep him from hurting them both in his attempt to get away.

“oh! oh my gosh, i’m, um...sorry, you gave me the code i just, uh-”

“y/n,” atsumu says, the weight of his voice near suffocating before he buries his face into osamu.

osamu looks over his head to see y/n’s eyes darting between them both, expression mostly hidden behind a (color) mask, but he recognizes something in your eyes, even as you attempt to look away.

he watches as you set a bag down on the floor and hurry out with a shaky, “yeah, okay.”

he swears, in the cloudy, fucked out state of his mind, that your eyes hadn’t shined with even the phantom of repulsion, and despite all rational, the idea leaves his cock throbbing where is still buried within atsumu-

who’s crying desperately into his shoulder for totally silent reasons.

.

.

“did...did she smirk?” osamu asks as he lets go of atsumu.

“what?” atsumu asks, rubbing his face anxiously. “how the hell should i know? she was wearin’ a mask.”

osamu watches as atsumu searches the floor for his boxers before collapsing into the couch with a pained groan.

“i’m finished. i’m done for. she’s gonna say somethin’ to sakusa. they’re so close. we’re fucked, ‘samu,” he laments, scrolling through his phone. “i don’t know what to even say.”

“nothin,” osamu shrugs, tucking himself back into his boxers before reaching over and plucking the phone from his brother’s hand. he shakes his head when he sees that the screen is open to your text messages, but decided to scroll through them. “they don’t look like siblin’s.”

“step-sibs.” atsumu lets his head fall back on the couch, palming himself as he shakes his head. “so fucked, bro. what am i gonna doooo.”

osamu glances at atsumu, watching as he brings his other hand up to his face and presses the side of his fist to his forehead. “told’ya already. nothin’.”

“how could’ya say that? be calm? yer business could go under!”

osamu winces at the insinuation, but still says, “just a feelin’.”

he looks at the photo of you and sakusa that atsumu has as your profile picture. “don’t say nothin’ ‘til she does.”

.

.

atsumu blanches when he sees you after practice, only resisting the urge to go back into the locker room because bokuto pushes him out, toward where you're talking to sakusa. he'd spent every moment of practice anxious, waiting for his teammate to out him, and he realizes now that you all must of planned this.

“stop being weird, man. you've stolen the one opportunity for us to date a teammate's sister,” bokuto says, pushing him again.

“the one opportunity?” sakusa asks as the pair of you turn to look at them.

“you don't date your teammate's sister, bro. that's like dating your own sister.”

“that's stupid,” sakusa says as you laugh.

atsumu watches as he ducks away from your hand when it comes up to his face, but it doesn't stop you from brushing a curl behind his ear, and for whatever dreaded reason it reminds him of the way osamu brushes fingers through his hair. careful, like a prayer, and the innocence of watching you do it causes his stomach to ache.

“well, if that's what you're into,” you say, barely glancing at atsumu when he chokes on air. “try not to get a hard on, my-omi.”

“gross,” sakusa scowls at you as bokuto laughs heartily.

atsumu feels the hairs on the back of his neck raise, but his whole world suddenly becomes a pinpoint when you finally turn your eyes on him.

“well, miya atsumu, i think you owe me a date.”

his heart beats wildly in his chest as he looks between you and sakusa, but neither of you give anything away beyond the fact that you would be a good-looking couple; the tall, dark, and beautiful appearances you share despite not being related tinging on story book.

“you'll have her home early, won't you? we had plans. long before,” sakusa looks between the two of you, “this.”

“ooo, what are you all doing?” bokuto asks, bouncing on his heels.

you meet bokuto's eye, blinking slowly before glancing at sakusa, and atsumu feels so hot at the collar, so desperate for some truth despite feeling like he’s in on a secret that he can't help but laugh when you finally say, “our taxes.”

the only heaven i’ll be scent to

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I'm officially dead again:')

This just came to me and I had to share it 😣!! But what if the reader is the first person to make the move not your ni-chan and say Oikawa or Atsumu try to stop you, but you don't and they're in the shower and your able to get their dick in you and that's when they lose all self control and just fuck them like crazy 😣🙈

yes yes yes yes i love love love it so muCHHH omfgduiehz this is so sexyyyyy! use big brother to get off even if he says he doesn’t want to :)) you know he’s a pervert and ruts himself against his pillow every night. you’re only helping out! 💘 i wrote this just now and it's 5am and i'm falling asleep though so forgive spelling mistakes

tw noncon, incest

Tooru is significantly less smooth when you enter the bathroom without knocking and lock it behind you, quickly stripping off your clothes. You slide the curtain aside to peek in, watching the warm water stream down the hard panes of his back, shoulders, butt and thighs. His fingers slowly comb through the back of his hair, before he lets out a sigh and turns around, shaking his face from the water. You let yourself linger in the sight for only a second, you don’t want to run out of hot water after all, but then he drops his hands and one of them moves to his cock.

Gripping himself at the base and sighing louder, as you watch the slow motions have direct effect. Blood pumping down and cock slowly swelling up, it’s almost criminal. You don’t even have to do anything. But sneaking in was only half the fun, and you clear your voice. “Niichan?”

He jumps, almost slipping as he stumbles back a step against the wall, now using his bicep to get the water out of his eyes. “You’re in here?” he asks, still steadying himself against the wall as his pretty brown hair sticks to his forehead and the water runs down his long, muscular body. Every dip and scar and patch of hair revealed to your giddy eyes, you just can’t help but smile. “Do you need anything?” Tooru asks, turning his face towards the door through the curtain. It’s sweet, and you bite back a giggle, before kicking off your panties.

“I’m coming in,” you say, climbing into the tub. ‘In here?!’ his voice shoots up as he asks it, frown now slipping on. You make it a few steps before his eyes finally snap open and he just stares at you for a second, before shutting them again.

“Wow, wait- are you crazy?!” Tooru hisses, reaching out and ever so cautiously putting his hands on your shoulders, then trying to lead you back out of the water. “Just wait your turn, I’m almost ready.” Liar.

“No, no, no,” you grab at his hands, and walk him back towards the showerhead to make room for you too, and he looks at you with confused eyes that dart away as much as he can between keeping an eye on the ground and your expression. “It’s okay, niichan!”

A soft groan comes from his throat, looking up at the ceiling. “Why are you in here naked, you weirdo? You could’ve worn a bikini or— woah, woah!” When your smaller hand wraps around his half-hard cock, it twitches. “Oh my god, can you please get the fuck out?! What is wrong with you?” he hisses under his breath again, now grabbing your wrists and not caring he has to look at your body. Wet, glistening, tits moving as you fight back against his grip and actually manage to slip out, leaning into his warm, wet body and dropping to your knees.

“I saw what you were doing,” you jut out your bottom lip a tad, grabbing for his cock again, “I wanna help.” This time it twitches more when you spit in your hand and move it down his length a few times, then licking at the glossy head. When you look up through your lashes, Tooru looks lost. 

“I- Ahg-I.” Completely, he’s looking at you like nothing’s even registering anymore. “What are you-” he mouths, not getting the words out. But you just want your niichan to feel good, that’s really no crime, is it? You kiss it a few times, licking up and down his pulsing cock that grows a deep, pinky red at the tip, and Tooru’s hand comes to your head.

Only to push you away onto your back, stepping over you. You grip his ankle and pull, so that he slips and lands in a heap next to you, and then crawl on top of him in the lukewarm spray of water to rub your crotch against his hard-on. “You’ve lost your mind, get off of me,” Tooru says, trying to haul you up under your arms, but you only hook our legs around him, arms clinging to him, “I don’t want to hurt you, but you have to- hng, gotta stop.” You don’t stop for a second spreading your slick on his lap, rubbing until you can feel him still under you, clearly biting back a moan.

“I want you, niichan!” you whisper, clinging to him. He pushes once more, then swallows sharply, then drops his forehead to your shoulder. “I want you,” you repeat, lips against his ear, “want to make my Tooru nii feel good. Please, niisan? Please, please, please?”

“It’s- it’s wrong—”

“But you want to,” you say, as you sneak your hand between your bodies, gently circling the head of his cock with your wet pussy, not yet letting it slip in. It’s not like he ever expressed that desire; you are close but not that much. But that he’s even hard right now is all the proof you need to know you’re right. “I know you do. And I want you so bad it’s driving my body crazy.” Your hand leads his ever so slowly to between your legs, and Tooru groans at the wetness his fingers can slip into so easily, pretty pussy prepped for him.

“Oh fuck- you’re drenched.” You nod, and Tooru shifts under you a little. The shower is just wasting water now, it’s barely on you. But you don’t care about the cold when he’s right here, under you, and your hand dips lower to hold it as you drop yourself. “Ah- no, no- f-fuck, wait. You’re crazy, we can’t,” every dismissal is basically moaned against your cheek, and this too is proof enough. "Mhm, ngh."

You push your mouth to his for the first time in years, now completely different. Before it was innocent, not it’s the root of your sin. Tooru’s mouth slot so well against yours, like it was meant to be there.

And then you bottom out too quick, and your groan is mixed with a deep, gravelly moan from your niichan. Who’s hands instinctively find your waist, moving you up and down again. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, why are you so tight? You feel so good,” his eyes closed as he leans his head back against the wall and you start laying kisses all along his throat too, trying to match the pace with which he moves your hips around. “Such a tight, little pussy, ‘mouto-chan.” He thursts in harder again, and again, as your eyes cross each time his cock hits your pussy walls. “Holy fuck.”

“Tooru nii,” you whine, being sent into his chest when he hits particularly deep, fucking you harder and harder every single pump. “Ahg, want you to make me cum, please.”

And he nods into your hair, pulling your chest to his body and crushing you into his arms with a moan. “Niichan will take care of it, okay? Just stay still.”

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I feel so at peace with this😩💖

in-game | kenma kozume (m.)

pairing: kenma/reader genre: angst, fluff, smut wordcount: 𝟸𝟼𝟶𝟸 tags: established relationship, gamer!kenma cw: neglectful behavior, crying, hurt/comfort, cuddling, riding, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, praise kink, dom!kenma.

+ note: self indulgent bc im a hurt/comfort whore and i was going thru some KENMA FEELINGS when i wrote this.

˖˖ summary: kenma’s been awfully neglectful lately, preoccupied with his video games. you eventually get fed up and he has to comfort you and fix the hurt he caused you.

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Your lovely boyfriend had been playing video games nonstop for days. It had gotten to the point that even your personal time together, curled up in bed before sleeping, had been infringed upon. Instead of him coming to bed with you to cuddle and talk, he was staying up and coming to bed after you fell asleep. You’d wake up to him already sitting in front of his computer or the TV resuming his gameplay when you woke up.

You got it was his job and he loved to play with every fiber of his being but you couldn’t help but feel…neglected. You tried to ignore the aching feeling in the pit of your chest when you greeted him good morning and only sometimes received a grunt in response. 

It was weighing heavily on you and you were saddened that he didn’t even notice your downed state. He also didn’t seem to miss your presence when you began to hide in different rooms away from him. 

It all came to a head one evening when you found yourself craving him. Craving like having his touch on your body, making you feel good and loved like you knew he did so well. Kenma didn’t have the biggest sex drive around and as a result it sort of caused your own to dim as well. But when either of you had the urge you usually had no problems going to the other to have it sorted. 

This time, however, you found yourself hesitating. 

There was no way he’d choose you over that video game right now.

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☆ your respectful seat ▍1.1k

contains : face-sitting, female receiving oral sex, overstimulation, squirting, occasional thigh slapping, dirty talk, spoiler to his name, nickname: “princess”

author-note : this was inspired by one of my anons so shout out to them <3 barely proofread so ignore errors heh :,)

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Incomplete

Angst

Mentions of self-hate, panic attacks and break ups.

This is just you after talking to Nishinoya abt your break up and love interests with him.

1:30 AM, read the clock. Your eyes squinted involuntarily as you went to peek at the bright screen of your phone. You had just finished talking to Noya. Closure, a topic you think you both just had. You're not sure as you feel as though there were no closure for your part at all.

After the break up, you cried. But after that you were done. That's good right? I mean, you were the one who initiated the break up. And Noya finally agreed. 14 whole months of endurance and patience. Hurt and regret. Toxic and dreadful. You are well aware of that fact that you learned a lot and you really hope he did too.

But why are you so hurt? You both talked shared how your love life was going, and reflected on the past. You don't love him anymore. That's for sure. However, the more you talked to him, the more you realized how much of a burden and a problem you were.

You were not a whole package, you were a heavy baggage. You carry too much hurt in your life. You cry too much, you're too sensitive, and you have a lot to vent about. You are tough to handle. You, yourself can't even take it. It's so hard to love yourself when you are the person who knows yourself the best. In all honesty, the first time you started loving yourself was when he started loving you. It was so hard finding something lovable about yourself that you needed someone else to point it out for you, just so you could appreciate that part of you.

But that was not only all. That connection the two of you had was hell. Your relationship with other people was deserted and destroyed. You and your friends grew apart from each other as you continue to prioritize you and Noya's relationship. In your defense, they didn't want to handle your panic attacks. As they were complete and supportive in the first time you had them, they still disappeared one by one then Noya was all the one who was left.

How toxic you were and still are. You hate it so much.

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This is just a short Kuroo fluff that suddenly popped in my mind idk lmao

*some cursing involved. Also im sorry if its kind of shitty, this is the first time I've ever wrote something like this;-;

This is just u basically thinking about some things at 4 am with Kuroo sleeping next to you then waking up later on.

It's currently 4:36 am in the morning and your eyes were still wide open. Devoid of any hints or traces of sleepiness, so it seems.

It was currently January 1 and you were having a trip down memory lane as you gaze up the ceiling, reminiscing how you lived out 2020. A bittersweet smile grew on your face as you remember the mess a stupid bitch called "COVID" made and fucked up your plans. You were supposed to have a hyper year - overflowing with energy as you planned to achieve a healthy lifestyle, wanting to start working out, get away from your phone and actually start socializing with other humans. But corona really said, "nah, fuck this shit. Not today."

Rantings aside, your gaze also traveled to your side, where a ravenette laid quietly, hugging your sides as he spoons you. A content smile blossomed as you remembered how you also needed to thank stupid virus, as much as you would want to yeet the damn thing to Jupiter, it still helped you and the male's relationship deepen (the lockdown also playing a big part in the story). But either way, you still expected that you two would still end up together sooner or later. The undeniably enviable chemistry you both shared being one of the reasons that started the train of thought.

Quiet snores erupted one after another from the man's throated making your smile grow wider as you found it cute. "Ah," you sighed in absolute content and hugged the male back, enjoying the subtle hint of fabric conditioner and shampoo that invaded your system.

The latter stirred for a bit from the sudden weight he felt from when you decided to wrap your arms around his torso. "Y/N..?" He softly asked. You hummed in reply. "What time is it?" He managed to mumble in his sleepy stupor. You checked the clock and it read 4:52, making you astonished how fast those 16 minutes passed without you noticing. "8 mins before 5, go back to sleep it's still early," you whispered in reply. He didn't reply for a few seconds then said, "You know what?" Then paused again. You reply almost instantly, "Of course I don't, idiot," the snarky reply causing the male to chuckle quietly. "You are such an ass sometimes, you know that?" You scoffed, "I most definitely know that, duh". He chuckled again, this time with a short sigh following. "Is that what you wanted to say?" You asked in curiosity. "Oh yeah, no- actually... What was I supposed to say again..?" He stumbled on his words as he sleepily tried to remember what he wanted to tell you. "And this is why you are dumb." You stated in a tone suggesting as if you were proving a point that would make a case closed. "Oh, I remember now." He said after a few minutes after your last sentence. "Thank you for letting me crash and stay that night. I just really appreciate this thing we have. Just thinking about it really calms my nerves in some type of way and I can't but consider this place, your house, your room, your bed, your arms, to be my happy place." He ended his small speech with a sour look on his face, "That really sounded gross, what the hell did just come out of my mouth?" He said in amusement. You chuckled softly, "I would say shit 'cause that do be what you're spouting most of the times but aww.. That was so cute, babe." You hugged him tightly as you began to focus on the calming beats of his heart as you both started to drift to sleep, your eyes finally fluttering shut while maintaining a small smile as a product of the small talk you both just finished conversing in.

Good mornight Tetsuro.

Good mornight Y/N.

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