"um osamu-san, there's a group of 15 wanting to order."
breathless and flustered, osamu looked down from where he was and panicked.
"you have to tell them you're busy, baby." underneath him was meian, who thrusted inside him harder.
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every restaurant has its peak hours. it depends on what type of restaurant it was but onigiri miya usually has a queue the moment it opens, during lunch hours, and dinner times.
closing hours were lax hours which means every staff was preparing to close and go home for the day.
and msby black jackal's team captain, shūgo meian, often visits at these closing hours because 1) he wouldn't want to distract osamu from his work and 2) to shield both of them away from any tabloids waiting to exploit their privacy.
these visits happen so much that the staff at onigiri miya knows to let them be and close up shop on their own much like today.
so, to surprise him, osamu decided to spice things up a little. he wore an outfit from a photo online that was a corset over a button down,
with no pants, and not an underwear in sight.
when the bells of the door rang and came in a 196cm tall, muscular volleyball player, osamu greeted him with a warm smile.
"this way, please."
"so polite. i already know my way around here, you know." osamu only snorted at him.
when they got inside the back room, instead of sitting down beside meian and chat up about their day, osamu left immediately to change.
when he came back, he locked the door and saw the gulp that meian did seeing him.
"like what you see?" osamu asked, holding a tray of onigiri,
walking closer to where meian sat.
osamu could feel the heat of meian's eyes that followed him as he got nearer, and when osamu stood in front of meian, the man's eyes darkened with desire.
"oh, very much so." feather-light touches on osamu's leg up to his thighs
was what he felt next. it sent shivers down his spine.
when meian got to his bare ass, he heard meian gasp softly at the feel of his skin and saw meian already sporting a tent on his pants.
"you're playing a dangerous game, samu." meian's hands were trickling touches all over,
and when those fingers touched his tip, osamu's breath hitched.
"will you serve me that onigiri now?" meian asked, in a husky tone, with his hand slowly caressing osamu's inner thigh.
osamu nodded, and stared right through meian, throwing his shame aside.
"sit."
osamu found hands on his waist when he sat down beside meian.
"not there, on here." meian gestured to his lap.
"is this a special on the menu?" meian whispered as he trailed wet kisses on osamu's neck while being straddled. onigiri forgotten on the floor.
"only for you."
osamu craned his neck, loving every mark meian left on him.
meian's lips touched osamu's neck and his jaw, all while his hands were rubbing circles on his back, slowly going down to cup his ass.
"good. because if other people were to see you like this, all dolled up and naked,
i would lose it baby." meian breathed out, nibbling at osamu's ears.
hearing meian and his possessive remark turned osamu on. he found himself involuntarily grinding on meian.
when meian grunted at the act, osamu took this chance to kiss him slowly, biting meian's lower lip,
and continued rubbing meian through his pants.
osamu moaned through the kiss when he felt meian's fingers slowly easing its way in his hole.
"look at that, you prepared for me? you want me to fuck you in here?"
"uh-huh." osamu breathed out, feeling meian rub on him too.
"your staff outside could hear us, baby. you have to keep quiet." osamu heard meian unzip his pants, and when meian pushed inside, osamu's moan was swallowed with a sloppy kiss.
if his staff outside heard him, he didn't care.
"the--right there, faster." osamu rolled his head up
as meian reached his sensitive spot almost immediately.
osamu looked so ravishing in meian's eyes. corset hugging his waist tight, his chest popping out because of it. he leaned down and licked osamu's nipples through his shirt.
"fuck, you look so hot, baby." osamu's breathing
staggered as he felt pleasure building up inside him, only to be amplified when meian's other hand started to touch his front.
"sshh quiet, baby. that's it. good boy." meian whispered as he stared at osamu coming undone on top of him, jerking his dick and fucking his ass.
"where'd you get this idea, huh?" meian started to fuck osamu faster, holding his hips in place.
"just..online--fuck, so good." osamu answered, leaning his forehead on meian's, a whimpering mess on top of him.
"so fucking sexy, look at your nipples bulging out of your shirt."
meian started to play with osamu's nipple as he moved in and out of him.
"rip it off..haa..please." osamu wanted meian's tongue on his skin and that shirt was on the way.
"and waste your pretty outfit for me? no can do." meian continued to lick and suck through osamu's shirt,
making osamu whimper more, moving his own hips downward to meet meian's thrusts.
meian put his hands back on osamu's dick to touch him, and osamu started to lean back and push downwards faster and faster, wanting to feel meian in his entirety.
meian grunted as his hand traced osamu's cinched waist through his corset, thrusting upward harder each time, watching osamu roll his eyes and stagger his breath from pleasure.
both were moving faster and faster, feeling their orgasm close, when osamu heard a knock on the door.
who the hell comes inside the shop that will close in 10 minutes?
osamu slowed down moving when he heard the knock, but meian kept up with his pace, not wanting them to stop at all.
"uhh, i'll--be there--ha, in a minute--ah!" osamu answered, a loud moan escaping him
when meian held his waist and made him thrust down just as meian pushed inside him.
"is everything okay in there?" his staff asked again, and osamu struggled to answer.
"ye-es, go now." he breathed out. when they heard footsteps receding, osamu looked straight at meian
but before he could yell, meian's lips were already on him.
drowning in pleasure, osamu started to moan and move his hips again.
"good job, baby. move faster for me."
10 minutes later, osamu went outside to help, flustered, wearing sweatpants and meian's jersey shirt.
"let's leave." kiyoomi said curtly, clear and concise. meaning that there were to be no exceptions, no arguments. he and atsumu were leaving this club right now.
because kiyoomi can't take the amount of eyes leering over atsumu.
kiyoomi was also very much irritated at the random 'heys' and increasing tissues on atsumu's table with phone numbers on it.
he was debating if he should spill his drink on the table. just a smidge. just enough so that those numbers become unreadable.
he was also debating whether to either punch the next person to give a number, kiss atsumu senseless in front of the club, or take atsumu home and remind him that no one else can have him but kiyoomi.
#sakuatsu where atsumu's phone wallpaper was something nobody expected it to be. it wasn't a sweet photo of the couple, nor was it a landscape, and it wasn't atsumu's face on it.
instead, it was a stolen photo of kiyoomi, freshly awaken from slumber.
he had drool on his face, his eyes squinting at the sun, and his hair all over the place.
it wasn't the prettiest kiyoomi in the world and komori tried his absolute best to not laugh when he saw it. suna actually guffawed, and osamu just scoffed.
however, when they asked why atsumu had chosen that one instead of a hundred others of kiyoomi and atsumu locking hands on a sunset, or kiyoomi looking at atsumu with the world in his eyes, atsumu only pointed to kiyoomi.
#sakuatsu am i the asshole? | where, after a fight with atsumu, kiyoomi tried asking the internet if he was rude. (except that the people that found him are people that knew too much)
r/AmITheAsshole
Posted by u/k_sks03
AITA for telling my teammate his face is annoying?
I (23M) play volleyball professionally. I'm not very sociable, just when the situation calls for it and I don't talk that much with my teammates. I don't hate them or anything, I just prefer to be left alone.
They also keep putting arms all over each other after practice when they're all sweaty and it disgusts me. They're still nice people in general, I guess. And we have good team dynamics.
#sakuatsu - the best part of a kiss | the summit of unspoken desire
Should they risk it?
Whatever this was. Whatever led them from arguing to teasing. From backhanded slaps to soft caresses on the cheek. From words of venom to words of sweet nothings in their ears.
From exasperation to attraction. From annoying glares to longing stares.
Should Kiyoomi risk it all? Should Atsumu?
In the silence of the night sky, the muffled sound of rain, and the glow of the open fridge, there Atsumu stood in front of Kiyoomi.
Faces dangerously close to each other. With the dam close to breaking any moment. Any more distance dwindling and water will spill out and take over every inch of their bodies.