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#aranosa | nsfw, possessive aran

"Aran-kun," Osamu idly pulls Aran to the side, pointing at a dessert cafe shop window. Aran lets himself be pulled, an amused smile on his face as Osamu looks on at the menu.

"Ya wanna eat here?"

"Mmm," Osamu nods, eyes still scanning the menu. "Yeah."

Aran finds it amusing and adorable that Osamu will get into some sort of sleepy and agreeable state whenever they're alone together. He points this out once and was replied with a sweet 'its cause i feel safe with

ya, Aran-kun. Don't hafta let my guard up or pretend' and a kiss to his cheek from his lover.

He becomes more affectionate, more tactile, nuzzling into his side, mouthing mindless kisses into his neck.

Aran loves it. Loves how he hangs onto his arm, how he snuggles his cheek

into his shoulders, how he calls him with his lazy yet affectionate voice.

It almost makes him want to keep Osamu inside at all times. He doesn't want the world to see his Osamu like this.

"Waffles? Are ya in the mood fer that?" Osamu's question shook Aran out if his thoughts.

"Anythin' ya want, Samu." Aran squeezes their intertwined hands. Osamu hums, a sweet smile on his face like he's pleased about it.

"Okay. Let's go in."

As they sat and ordered, Aran noticed people glancing and stealing looks at them, especially Osamu.

At first he thinks it's because they're two men in a pink, bubbly dessert cafe, but he saw them blushing, their silent gushes to their friends.

He looks back at Osamu.

The boy was already drowning in a hoodie that was definitely Aran's, his fingers peeking through the sleeves.

He seemed much smaller as he leans back into the chair, sinking into its comfortable thick cushion. His hair was slightly mused from the the wind outside, and he was blankly staring at the small flip menu on their table, idly playing with its laminated sheets.

His cheeks were red from the cold, and he was puffing them, as if it would help warm him up faster.

Aran realizes why they were staring. Osamu looks absolutely cute. Adorable.

He resisted the urge to snap at them. Both men and women. He suddenly felt the urge to pull

Osamu forward and kiss him right then and there, to show these people that the beautiful man they were oogling at was his. But he held back.

No, Aran. Get a grip of yourself.

It didn't help that Osamu also looked adorable as he ate, letting small, appreciative

hums and moans at every bite.

Aran was glad that he has practice after. They can bring guests into the gym, and Osamu had agreed to follow and wait at the bleachers since he was staying over at Aran's anyways.

Fresh high school graduate Osamu was excited to finally see a

proper pro-player gym. Even though he's an adult now, Aran still spies the baby fat in his cheeks, the slenderness of his arms now that he's stopped playing volleyball after last season's Nationals.

It brought up a sense of possessiveness in Aran. Like he wants to keep this adorable, soft version of Osamu forever his. He doesnt want to share.

His pants tightened at the thought of just having Osamu for himself, the boy just curled up in his sheets

and welcoming him home everyday to a warm bed and plush lips.

Aran shakes himself of his fantasy. God, he needs to stop getting horny in public.

After enduring longing stares from strangers, they finally

made their way to the gym.

Unexpectedly, Aran's jealousy was piqued again. Perhaps he was already feeling quite possessive earlier on, but to see Osamu engulfed in hugs from his teammates as a greetings almost had him yanking his

boyfriend out of their arms.

Especially when one of their foreign players greeted Osamu with a tight hug and a kiss to both his cheeks in which made Osamu blush red. The foreign man laughed, coos at how cute his reaction is.

"Ojiro!" The man grins. "Your boyfriend?

Very cute!"

"Yes, my boyfriend," Aran says through gritted teeth and a smile, pulling Osamu back. His action made the man chortle and he raised both of his hands.

"Yes, yes, yours." He says with a knowing smirk. "Very possessive Ojiro. But I cannot blame you. He is very

adorable indeed."

Aran's grip on Osamu's waist tightened, and the boy whimpers softly.

"Oh, sorry," he immediately lets go. Osamu's eyelashes flutter as he looks up at him.

"Yer good, Aran-kun?" He whispers. "I can leave... Just wait fer ya in yer house."

"No, it's fine. Ya were so excited to watch anyways, weren't ya?" Aran rubs the spot where he squeezed placatingly, smiling apologetically at Osamu. The boy hums, nods his head.

"I wanna see ya practice again. I missed it." He says with a playful smile.

"Yeah?" Warmth blooms in his heart at the sight of Osamu's smile. "Sit tight then, Samu."

"Mm," Osamu tip toes to kiss his cheek, giggling softly when Aran starts to blush. The older man swats at his playfully before they seperate; Aran to his teammates and Osamu to the

bleachers.

Throughout practice Aran could barely focus. His eyes kept drifting to Osamu and how there's always someone approaching him ever five minutes or so.

First it was some reporter. The gym's open for viewing after all, and then there are a few staffs, even his own

teammates who seemed interested in knowing his lover.

Osamu looks shy, hiding into his hoodie as he answers questions, hands nervously playing with the fabric of his pants. Aran lets them be. Osamu would call him if its too much.

Though he couldn't ignore it when the young

coach in training siddled up to Osamu. Aran already doesn't like him, and seeing the man slowly inching closer and Osamu frozen to his seat, not knowing what to do spiked his anger.

"Hold on," he signals his training partner. He then stomps on over to the bleachers.

Osamu looked relieved when he saw him approaching, getting ready to stand up, but the man next to him held his wrist to stop him.

"Hey!" Aran yells. "Hands off." He points at him. The man raised his hands, shrugged and walked off.

Osamu quickly went down to the borders where Aran grasped his hand tight.

"Yer alright, Samu?"

"Yeah. Sorry. Didn't know how far i could... I don't want ta get ya in trouble." He sounds guilty. Aran bit his bottom lip, staring down at an already flushed Osamu.

He really can't

be having a boner now, but at the corner of his eyes he could see the coach in training still looking at them. At Osamu.

Aran grunts, his grip tightening.

"Aran-kun?"

"C'mere, follow me." He urged Osamu to just jump over the divider.

Osamu, ever the good boy, obeys. He follows as Aran pulls him into the locker rooms.

He gasped as Aran pushes him against the wall right next to the door. Before he could say anything, he was silenced by a searing kiss from his lover. He whimpers, hands going up to grip Aran's

shirt.

"Mine, mine," Aran almost growls. He runs his hands down Osamu's torso, groaning at the dip of his waist, marvelling at how small it is and how his hips curved outwards, giving him an hourglass shape that Aran feels himself getting hard for.

"Yer mine." He says into

Osamu's skin as he kisses down his jaw to his neck.

Osamu moans, grips the front of Aran's shirt as the man sucks a hickey onto his skin. His legs trembled and Aran's hands went around to grip his ass, kneading and squeezing them through his pants.

"H-Here?" He asks, voice breathy and weak. Already so affected and Aran's just beginning.

"Here." He nods. He yanks Osamu's pants down, and the boy shakes them off his legs, flicking them away with his foot.

"Good boy. C'mere." He dives in to kiss him again, hoisting Osamu up by his thighs. The boy automatically wraps his legs around his waist and moans when their erections press against each other.

"Aran-kun," Osamu begs. "Make me feel good."

"I will baby, don't worry." Aran lifts him, changes their position so Osamu is now braced against the metal lockers. Aran opens his own and takes out a tube of lube.

"Prepared?" Osamu nearly giggles. Aran smiles at the sound.

"Of course. So I could fuck ya anywhere. Even here," he ends his sentence with a small grind and Osamu moans aloud, startled. His eyes widened and he covers his mouth with his hand.

Aran shakes his head, capping the lube back after slicking his fingers.

"No baby. I wanna hear ya."

"But they'll hear-"

"Let em hear." Aran whispers in his ears, circling a finger around the rim of Osamu's hole. He sinks one in gently, making the boy gasp. His hand was still muffling him.

"Let go, Samu. Wanna hear ya." Aran coaxes him, sinking in another finger. Osamu shakes his head, his lidded eyes widening at the stretch. He whines, clings closer to Aran as he starts to pump his fingers.

"Let me hear you? Baby, please?" He asks nicely, sliding in a third

finger. Osamu moans, his eyes closing. Aran fucks the fingers in and out of him, eyeing the minute changes in Osamu's expression as the boy slowly succumbs to pleasure.

Osamu was tearing up, hole clenching around his digits. He removed his hand but he was biting his lower lip,

his moans stiffled.

"Aran-kun," he whines softly, whimpering as he wraps his arms around his neck. "Kiss me, kiss me please."

"Anythin', baby." Aran leans down to kiss him, swallows up the small hitched moans spilling from his mouth.

He could feel Osamu shaking, an indication of his impending orgasm. He curled his fingers slightly, tye pads of his fingers digging into his prostate. Osamu froze before shuddering, spurting white onto his shirt.

"Fuck, yer so hot baby," Aran groans, his lips tracing down

Osamu's jaw to nip at his skin. The boy whines, the sound a little louder now that he's in his post orgasm haze. Aran grins as he sucks hickeys onto his skin. A little bit more and Osamu will be loud for sure.

"Here, put the condom on me," he hands tge the foil packet to him,

and Osamu obeys, hazy eyes looking down as muscle memory takes over. He tears the packet open and slide the latex on Aran's hard dick.

"Nngh, yer gonna fuck me, Aran-kun?" Osamu asks, voice whispery. Aran hums, sliding a hand underneath the boy's thigh to lift a leg up.

"Moan loud and pretty for me, darlin'."

Osamu did just that, his eyes rolling back as Aran enters him in one swift thrust. The man didn't even give him time to adjust, knowing how Osamu loves the slight pain of the stretch as he fucks upto him.

His adorable little masochist.

"Fuck, fuck yeah. That's right." He grunts as he fucks into the warm, wet heat. He lifts Osamu's other leg up, fully suspending him and speeds up.

Osamu is a mess now, too out of it to remember to keep

his voice low. He's crying out, moaning Aran's name at every thrust, clinging onto his lover for dear life.

"Aran-kun! Ara- aah! Haaah, please please nnnggg!"

"Please what baby?"

"Make me cum, make me cum," he pleads, eyes glassy as his toes curls up in pleasure. Aran grins, angling his cock a little to better hit Osamu's good spot.

"As you wish, Samu."

It didn't take long for Osamu to cum again, screaming Aran's name

as he made a mess of their abdomens, his strength leaving him as he shakes through his orgasm.

Aran couldn't help it, his fucked out expression, the way he clings onto him. He contines his brutal pace, Osamu shaking and crying in his arms.

"N-No, I just came- aah!"

"But ya like it." Aran smirks. "Ya like it when I fuck you after you came."

"Nnoo!" Osamu's fingers dig into his skin, but that only spurred him to go on. The boy hiccuped, adorably overwhelmed with pleasure.

His sounds, his pleas, his face,

all that paired with the delicious squeeze from his ass had Aran spilling into the condom, grunting as he presses in deep.

Osamu whines, holding him tight as he felt the warmth from his cum even through the condom.

He squirms, clenching to milk it all. Aran groans at that and buries his face into his neck.

"Don't do that. Or we'll go another round and then I'll hafta carry you home."

Osamu giggles, airy and soft. Aran smiles at the sound.

"You'd like that huh?"

"Uhuh. Aran piggyback." Osamu gasya dopey smile on his face, blissed out and floaty. Aran leans in to kiss him sweetly. As they made out, Osamu suddenly gasped and pulls away.

"What's wrong?"

"We're so close to the door." His cheeks reddened. "They must've heard me." He says.

"Good."

"Good? Aran-kun!" Osamu smacks his shoulder. Aran laughs.

"Good, because," Aran's voice lowered as he kisses a purpling hickey. "Then they'll know you're mine."

/End

WOOOO ALMOST HIT THE SECOND TWT LIMIT HAHA

anyways i hope you enjoyed aranosa smut hehehe <3