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#osasuna #sakuatsu (implied) nsfw | bitching | aged up Suna 
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Day 05: Feral behavior 

When Atsumu first came up with the ingenious idea of dragging his sorry ass to a dimly-lit pub right down the corner of a block after dinner,

Osamu had been quick to reject his twin brother entirely. Knowing Atsumu would slither away into the lap of his mate, Sakusa Kiyoomi, was one thing. 

After hearing that it was a gathering for volleyballers in the V league, having stopped volleyball in high school to

embrace his culinary dreams, Osamu found it awkward if he were to be present. 

While catching up with some players in the V league he considered friends was nice, there was a certain dark haired alpha he wanted to avoid at any cost.

Suna Rintarou-

The reason for his demise and how Osamu wasn't able to get over the way Suna had shown him what it was like to ‘get wrecked’ and 'have his back blown out'. 

Simply put, back when he was 20, Suna had shown him how good it felt to be an alpha being bitched.

Now Osamu was by no means a masochist. (At least he didn't peg himself to be one.) He wasn't submissive by nature.

Born as an alpha, he'd been hard wired to find an omega as his pair, before settling down, but something had gone seriously wrong with the way he was wired.

He couldn't pop a knot fucking a slick, wet omega. 

The first time he decided to leave a bar with another alpha, it proved to be an eye opener. But a good experience?

Osamu begged to differ.

He wasn't a stranger to sleeping around or one night stands. While it took the edge off, Osamu never found it satisfying. Every fuck left him empty and even emptier when those alphas he'd been with, only cared about chasing after their own pleasures. 

Every alpha, except Suna.

Suna had touched him with purpose, worshipping every part of his body, sending every part of his flesh jolting, like live wire.

Large palms had circled around his waist, dragging his hips down a cock-  thick, girthy and long.

Murmuring praises that sounded ridiculously hot in a silky smooth voice, Suna had made him cum on his cock with even more whispers of adoration, dragging out the pleasure in a long, torturous session, before finally giving him what he wanted- his knot.

Osamu hadn't been able to forget what being with the older, experienced alpha was like. 

"Come on 'Samu, join us!"

"No."

Speed walking back to the train station and ignoring the petulant whining, complaints and insults for being ‘too uptight, rigid and in desperate need for a good lay’ coming from Atsumu, where Osamu finally caved in was when he met his twin's honey orbs glazed over with tears.

“I just want to have a drink with yer,” Atsumu mumbled sullenly, choking up on (crocodile) tears, “We haven't seen each other since you've been so busy with Onigiri Miya’s franchise opening. The rest of the team’s here too-

Sakusa, Bokuto, Hinata, MSBY, even the Adlers’. We booked the place in advance to celebrate the end of a season. Come on, ‘Samu, it'll be fun. Everyone wants to see how yer doing. ” 

Osamu sighed begrudgingly, relenting.

What were the odds that he'd meet someone he had been avoiding for the past 2 years? 

Dragged into the dimly lit pub, the loud clinking of glasses, dance music and cheering could be heard. 

“Tsumu and Samu’s here!” Bokuto hollered, upon noticing their entry.

Osamu found himself smiling at the warm welcome and nodded at the players mingling at different tables, drinking.

Spotting Kuroo, Kenma and Akaashi, he relaxed, settling amongst them. It was relieving when Kita and Aran came around and they delved into a catch up session.

It felt good talking to everyone at the bar, but Osamu should've known better.

Looking up from the rim of his shot glass, the familiar sight of a dark haired male standing by the entrance of the bar, made him go still.

The look of interest and hunger in sultry fox-like eyes brought back Osamu's memories of being pinned under the punishing snap of hips, all too quickly.

The scent of mint and cherries filled Osamu's lungs.

Taking a deep, shuddering inhale, his eyelashes fluttered shut as a full body shiver raked across his body. 

“Osamu, you okay?"

The hand that rested on his lower back left as soon as a threatening growl and snarl emitted from parted lips that had kissed and worshipped every inch of his skin once. 

"Don't fucking touch him."

A firm grip wrapped around Osamu's wrist, tugging him up forcefully,

and out of the pub that had gone painfully silent, before going back to its initial volume. 

It was like they hadn't left in the first place.  There was a strange serenity in being the only two people standing in the middle of a small alley.

Smelling the potent scent of Suna's pheromones up close, Osamu was a jittery mess. It didn't help that the grip on his wrist had yet to slacken.

Instead, the older alpha rubbed his wrists against that his scent glands. 

Oh. This was it-

Osamu melted, jaws aching, saliva pooling in his mouth. He had missed this. The touch of an alpha older, more experienced, and knew what he was doing. 

A knowing chuckle rumbled from Suna's chest.

"I've missed you, sweetheart," the dark haired alpha murmured lowly against his ear, dragging his hands down Osamu's sides,  counting every rib, before resting his palms on his hips. 

Osamu's breath hitched in his throat at the raw emotion laced in Suna's voice.

It sounds see hoarse, near feral.

Daring to look into misty grey eyes with flecks of olive greens and fine, rich molten gold, Osamu could only tremble from the sheer intensity and passion raging like a storm in Suna's eyes. 

"I-"

"What do I need to do to keep you by my side, Osamu?" Suna spoke in an undertone, tugging him closer. 

Their lips brushed against one another's. Osamu was positively weak in the knees, only held by the unyielding hold the taller alpha had on him.

He found himself in capable of any words, but he wanted this. Whatever it was. 

"Tell me, Osamu," The taller alpha gritted out, grip growing tighter. 

It hurt, in a good way.

Osamu leant in, closing the distance. He was done running. He didn't want to run away from what he wanted. Desired. Yearned. 

Even if it meant going against his nature as an alpha. 

"Please, Rintarou."
"I'll take care of you for the rest of my life, sweetheart."