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"Osamu"
Brown eyes peer out his cap, a gentle smile on his face as he held the door open.
"Thank you fer having us" a Inarizaki Alumni, much like himself, pats his shoulder. The taller man in uniform chuckles, shaking his head. Their eyes both dart to the drunk members of his old Volleyball team screaming and laughing loudly like hyenas on the way to their sober friend's car.
"Yeah, it was such a great night"
Kita grins, hands full with a very drunk Atsumu. His twin babbles and laughs at seemingly nothing. Osamu sighs deeply, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Thank you for agreeing to take this ass home.."
The night was a rare one, the Inarizaki Volleyball Team and their managers all complete for once. Naturally, the boys looked to Osamu for some free dinner. With Atsumu's annoying whining, he eventually agreed to have them spend the early holidays in his store.
Kita smiles, happy to have cleared his schedule just to have one night with all of them together. He shifts Atsumu to help him stand up properly, the drunk blonde mumbling under his breath. Now, the twin definitely abused his sibling privileges by opening the liquor in his store without asking Osamu beforehand.
"You have to close your shop, I'll handle him."
"Mm, you can just chuck him at the front of his door, that'll do"
"Samuuu!"
The brunette shoots Atsumu an annoyed look, his arms around Kita's shoulders.
"Wer so happy and full...thanks 's much to the best brother in the wooooorld!" He howls, loud voice boistering down the quiet street. The other boys howling and cheering, receiving a glare from their old manager.
"Alrght, Alright get out of here before I charge you for the 3 bottles you stole from me" Osamu glared, shooting him the usual disinterested face. Kita smile softly, shaking his head. Once he turns around he stops in his tracks.
"Do you want me to help with her too?"
Kita quietly asked and Osamu's eyes widens ever so slightly.
"It's okay, I've got her. You're already stuck with this elephant"
"Eyyy! 'Dya know who I am? I'm Ats--"
"Alright..alright.. let's get you to bed, Atsumu-san" Kita pats the pouting man's back. For a moment Osamu gulps, eyes looking down before Kita calls for him again.
"If ever you need help, call me. I'm staying with a relative in Tokyo so I'm in no rush"
Osamu sigh with a chuckle, nodding. Of course Kita would say that. He was one of the few people who exactly knew about the whole thing.
The thing being the drunk woman twirling around his counter's swivel chair, fresh shot in hand.
"Samu" You mewl out with a sharp grin, and Osamu swore that if he didn't decide to be a good man tonight and keep his hands to himself, he'd already given up and fingered you under the table infront of everyone.
He swore that it was just a crush. Back when he was some kid who had a stupid crush over a senior, nonetheless the manager of his own Volleyball team.
The crush that went from flirting in the storage room to hooking up with you after you made sure to attend his graduation, even though you're busy with university.
...the hook ups that managed to continue up until now.
And no one else in the team actually knows you two fuck around
...quite often rather.
But it's not the case anymore, it's been a while since you two had at it. He could admit it was sort of a falling out. He was busy, you were busy... Or maybe he was being childish and pushed you away because he can't bring it in himself to forget about his feelings for you growing despite only agreeing to be friends with benefits.
Osamu blinks, face stoic as he moves to clean the plates around the counter.
"Sober up, I'm taking you home after I clean"
You pout when he turns away, choosing to clean than to pay attention to you. You who has been sitting in that swivel chair, dripping wet the moment you took the first shot and got hyperfocused at the way his arms flex everytime he squeeze those rice balls tight.
His fingers are so beautifully thick, that you can come with just them scissoring and curling you open. Calloused and full, perfect for suckling whenever he forces them into your mouth. Then that stupid shirt that squeezes his biceps so good, you wonder if he does it on purpose just to have people oggle at him and you'd be lying if you said it failed to make jealousy bubble within your stomach.
God you just want to fuck Osamu right now.
Your fingers drum the thick glass of the sake Atsumu brought out, lips between your teeth. Osamu looked so good with that uniform on. His fucking apron that wrapped around his waist, emphasizing those broad shoulders. Was it the alcohol? Or was it because you've been too busy with work that you haven't had a good fuck in months. And you hope to God it was the same case for him.
"Samu"
You call out, swinging the chair to face him. He gave you a side glance, stacking the plates and it's clinking fills the air.
"I wanna do it"
He pauses his movements, eyes stuck on the plates infront of him. Then he continued, grabbing the glasses this time.
"What do you mean?"
You blink slowly, is he serious?
"I want to fuck"
You bluntly tell him and he looks at your pink cheeks and lips in a Cheshire grin. Normally, you're not this straightforward. But you couldn't think of anything else when you can just feel all the slickness gather and slide down your inner thigh. The cool metal of his stool was the only thing that kept your warm throbbing pussy company.
"I have to clean"
Osamu said so calmly that your lips naturally pout when you don't get what you want, a small whine escaping your throat. He sighs, eyebrows ticking.
"Look, I have a ton of deliveries to handle tomorrow. Not to mention that blonde ass took 3 bottles for you all to drink."
You don't really listen, just pouting and sulking. To which Osamu sighed heavily.
"Quit acting like a child. And this is my work, we can't do it here. My customers eat here."
he scolds, now firmly annoyed. After dealing with his whining brother, now you're sulking over not getting what you asked from. Your eyes stare at him, how his thick brows arch and jaw clenches, it didn't help at all but make your entire body heat up.
To the point that you coincidentally knock over the soy sauce bottle, dark liquid dripping from the counter and to his apron.
"Jeez..opps"
You look up at him, eyes not convincing at all. Osamu hisses, stepping back to look at the stain it left on his apron.
"Would you look at that...you're all dirty."
You frown, eyes hazy and finger innocently tapping your chin. A smirk grows on your features, fingers hooking onto the pockets of his apron to pull him close.
"If you need a little assistant, I can help clean up. Especially a mess like this"
You leg slides under the space of his parted legs, knee purposely nudging and pressing on his crotch where the stain conveniently sat.
"For free." You tilt your head up, Osamu can smell the alcohol in your breath. Noses brushing as your knee presses harder.
You gasp, his hand managing to sneak up and pull your hair from behind, forcing you to push your head back.
"Shut the fuck up" he grits, dangerously close and then spins you around with the chair. His hands push your chest to the cool marble of his counter and you whimper.
"What are you, a bitch in heat?" He roughly whispered against you ear and you once again reply with a whimper. His hands push you further, your hips naturally lifting off the chair as he folds you to the counter.
"What's wrong? Need your little pussy played?" He looks down at the chair, a residue of your arousal on the seat. Osamu growls lowly, pushing your skirt up the curve of your ass to reveal your baby blue panties, already soaked.
"You ruined my chair, I'm going to have to charge you" He lands a rough smack on your left cheek. Making you gasp and grip the edge of the counter.
"You also knocked over that soy sauce, those things are fucking expensive." Another smack, harsher.
"And my apron, I don't have another one to use tomorrow"
You yelp, ass sore from his smacking.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" He pulls your head back by your throat, lightly squeezing while his lips brush against the shell of your ear.
"I-im..I'm sorry"
"That's right." He squeezed lightly.
"If I'm gonna give you what this cunt wants--"
He glides his finger over the damp gullet.
"You're not coming until I say so. If you won't listen, then I'm leaving you here like this. Got it?"
You nod immediately, his hands letting go of your throat to rest at the counter as his free hand worked to push your panties down. Truth be told, Osamu is just as horny. He'd be lying if he said his eyes never glazed over the cleavage that would greet him everytime you'd lean on the counter to laugh at their stupid jokes.
Fingers quick to glide down your creamy slit before giving your cunt tight circles, you mewl with your eyes rolling.
"Shit...you're so wet." His fingers glide inside quick to pump itself in and out. You almost scream, nails digging into the slippery marble.
"Look at her, she's crying..didja miss me?" He looks down at how your cunt sucks his fingers in, curling them slightly.
"Fuck! Samu.."
"You want my cock splitting you open? Is that what you wanted the entire night?" He whispered roughly, the hand on his counter moving to cup your breasts over your dress.
"Yes, God please!"
You answer in a whine, absentmindedly speaking as he rubs the spongy walls of your pussy. This reaction spiked Osamu's blood, rushing to the tent in his trousers. The trousers hes been fumbling open the moment he saw your drenched panties.You practically melt when you feel his slick head rub around your cunt, hips pushing back desperately.
"Woah, woah." He teased, slapping his head against your twitching pussy.
"Tell me you've been thinking of this all night first, yeah?"
"Please..please Samu I've been thinking of you all night...please.."
He grins, running his precum along the lips of your cunt fluttering around nothing.
"Yeah?"
"Mm..your dick was all I could think of...please.."
He chuckles, pushing his head inside. Once it latched in, you both gasp. It's been so long since you two had sex, the stretch so familiar to you as your head drops to the cool marble.
He pushes inside slowly, hissing as your cunt sucks him in. Ending it but harshly slamming once you took up the last inch. He growls. Forehead your your back as he starts off slow, ending each thrust deeper and deeper. Your mouth agape as if freely sang for him, each drag constricts his cock and forcing you to feel every throb and vein.
"All night, you say? Even with all our friends here?" He grumbled low, hands sneaking around to cup your breasts, pushing the collar down along with your bra, forcing them to spill out into the cool counter.
"Wanted me to fuck you right infront of everyone?" His hips increases its pace, the thumb he ran along your pebbled nipples not helping the tight knot from growing in your cunt.
"Bet you'd like it. Letting everyone know youre being dicked down by your junior against the counter like some whore.."
he hissed, fisting your dress with one hand as he starts slamming his cock inside. Your walls tightens at the thought of everyone, or maybe just anyone, witnessing how rough Osamu can get with you and only you.
"Oh? You like that?" He increases the pace, your body perking against his counter. Hands looking for anything to grip as you as accidentally shove more of his condiments.
You almost scream, voice bouncing off the walls in his restaurant. His fingers shoving itself into your mouth and you lazily lap it up.
"Suck" He slipped another finger, and you suckle it. Swirling around the tip and bobbing your head. He moans, his right hand lifting your leg to the side, hitting from a different angle that made your eyes roll back.
"Osamu...ah...ah! Slow..slow--"
"If you're gonna take it, then stop whining"
He punctuated his words with a slam of his hips, lips between the confines of his teeth as he witnessed how your ass would bounce with each push. Obnoxiously setting a quicker pace that had you whining on his fingers. His cock slipping out momentarily as it rests on your ass, pre-cum beading. He desperately pushes it back it, not giving you time to adjust as he immediately sets a bruising pace.
"For such a brat begging to be fucked, you sure like complaining" he teased, pulling out when just his tip inside. Your eyes widen as you felt his threat, immediately rambling.
"N-no.. no..please...I'm sorry...I'll listen..."
"You will? You'll be a good girl?"
You nod frantic and eyes barely open as you look back at him, ass squirming.
"I will. I will. I'm sorry"
He hums, pushing back in and filling you up. Before continuing his place. He feels your cunt squeeze him, and he slowly down, holding the base of his cock as if he's close himself.
"No coming"
He grunts, still slowly thrusting. He can see your juices drip down to the seat, globs of it leaking and rolls down the length of his throbbing cock. His hands grip your neck, lips beside your ear.
"Fuck, yer making a mess..." His hips snap again and you mewl his name.
"Imaging taking my cock infront of all my customers. Watching you cum all over the seat like a bitch in heat." His cock glides in smoothly, tip kissing your cervix. Your leg naturally lifts itself, allowing him to hit deeper, resting on the free stool as he groans, squeezing your throat.
"But they'd be fuming....Fuck, they wish they could have you cum all over their cocks too. But youre mine, right?"
You nod, head tilting further back.
"That's right. Yer fucking mine. Shit..." he fists your hair, your walls squeezing him tight as he pistons in and out. Your legs tremble as your left foot tried to keep you from falling off the counter.
"...close!" You whimper, back arching as he slowed down but hit much deeper. Eyes rolling back, you moan shamelessly.
"Cum on my dick." He groans, face shoved into your nape, sweat trickling down his temple while his hat falls off.
He didn't have to tell you twice before you're spasming around him. A silent cry on your mouth as he rubbed your clit in time.
"Shit shit shit.." he curses, his hips fast and quick.
"Osamu...samu!" You whine, clenching him tight. With a weak whimper, he pushed deep before stilling inside you and shooting spurts of white cum inside your walls. "take it..." he whispered roughly against your ear, pushing further to make sure every drop is inside.
You feel him pant on your neck, slowly rolling his hips. You whine when his teeth sinks in, earning you one last harsh thrust as if to lock his cum neatly inside.
Osamu doesn't pull out, you didn't complain too. Instead panting as you two stick to each other. Despite the rapid beating of your heart and the sticky feel of your dress clinging into your skin, you felt at ease. It's warm. He's warm. It's been a while since you've been this warm.
You wonder if he'll brush it off like nothing after, he did grow quiet on you a couple months ago. You hate how your bones settles with worry and disappointment if he ever goes back to being distant.
Suddenly, a finger tucks your sweaty hair to the back of your ear. Your head snapping up to glance at your right shoulder. Osamu turns to you with a cheeky smile, sweat dripping down his neck.
"Wanna come over?"