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“Yer droolin’ sweetheart,” Osamu informed you dryly as he walked past the table where you were sitting. Despite the tone he’d said it in you could see the slight smirk that was tugging at his lips, and quietly pouted to yourself about how unfair it all was.
Of course you were drooling over him, and who could blame you? Apparently, it had been Atsumu’s turn to do the laundry last time, and in true Atsumu fashion he’d managed to accidentally dry everything on hot. It meant that a lot of clothes, including several of your boyfriend’s uniform shirts had shrunk, and you still weren’t sure if you wanted to thank the blond setter or curse him into oblivion for it.
Osamu’s shirts had fit well before, but now the tight black t-shirt practically clung to him, showing off every inch of gorgeous muscle, and making it very hard to keep your hands or your eyes to yourself. You weren’t the only one who’d noticed either, several women and teenage girls, and even a couple men had clearly been distracted by the sight of your handsome boyfriend and his sinfully tight shirt.
A part of you wanted to be jealous about it, but the bigger part of you couldn’t blame them one little bit. Osamu in that shirt was one of the most attractive things you’d ever seen. Of course, it helped that he politely brushed any attempts at flirting aside, only bothering to stop and tease you about it.
Deciding to see if you could cool off your heated thoughts, you stood and made your way into the back, casually waving at the employees, all of whom immediately recognized you as the boss’ girlfriend. A quick trip to the restroom to splash cold water on your face and a pep talk about how you weren’t going to give your tease of a boyfriend the satisfaction of flustering you and you felt refreshed and ready to brave the restaurant again.
Unfortunately, that all went down the drain as you walked out and caught a good view of him from the back. He was prepping more onigiri, his arms moving in the familiar motion that sent his back muscles rippling, his t-shirt showing off every single movement.
A tiny helpless whimper left your lips as a surge of heat and want nearly brought you to your knees. It really wasn’t fair and you were going to strangle Atsumu the next time you saw him. To add insult to injury, Osamu had apparently heard you, and turned to look at you over his shoulder. He took one look at your face and started snickering, shooting you a sly wink before turning back around to focus his attention on the customers.
It was the last straw. You wanted your boyfriend so badly it ached, your whole body flushed with heat and arousal, and the jerk was laughing at you. It was time to teach him a lesson and get a little bit of payback from him for making fun of you.
“Do you want some help?” you asked, sidling up next to him, already reaching for the ingredients. It wasn’t too unusual an offer, you’d helped out plenty of times before when it got busy, and the day was certainly headed in that direction.
“Sure, sweets,” he agreed with a fond grin, the same one he always gave you when you helped out in the restaurant, letting you take over you part in the assembly line.
You started out small, a hand shifted into his, a playful hip bump here or there as the two of you bantered back and forth. However, as you moved away from food prep and into other tasks as Osamu manned the register you decided to up your game. As you swept behind the register you brushed up against his gorgeous rear, just enough that it could seem like an accident at first, and braced your hand against his strong back as you leaned down to grab something below the counters.
It got you a couple sideways looks, but nothing too accusatory, sticking to simple little things until the dinner rush passed so you wouldn’t distract him too much from the customers, a little eye contact here, a little flick of your tongue there. You weren’t cruel after all and would never interfere in a way that would be detrimental to the restaurant. Enough to make him think of you and distract him for a second or two, but nothing more.
However, once the rush faded into the quiet hour where most of the employees were sent home for the day, and the customers were few and far between, you really upped your game. Small affectionate gestures just to the side of being inappropriate in public if anyone caught you, but not completely scandalous if anyone caught you at them.
Every time you found yourself standing next to him you had your hand on his back, rubbing up and down and sometimes sliding just a little too low to get a nice handful and squeeze. You also pressed up close, ensuring your breasts were right up against his arm, and whenever he looked at you, you let your eyes rove over him and licked your lips.
Your boyfriend had clearly caught on to your game at this point, and had started out amused, but as the hour wore on, amusement gave way to the beginnings of frustrated arousal. Smirks turning into heated looks that promised trouble once the two of you were no longer in public. Not that it stopped you in the least as, in a particularly bold move, you casually brushed your hand over the front of his apron, pretending to smooth out a wrinkle, but instead taking the chance to grope his half hard length.
Osamu, who’d been washing the dishes, his movements far more violent than usual, had let out a hiss of shock and arousal, nearly dropping the plate in his hands as he automatically ground his hips into your palm. However, by the time he’d whipped around, ready to either scold you or give you an entirely different kind of tongue lashing you were already several feet away casually chatting with one of his employees.
However you saw the look he gave you out of the corner of your eye, and couldn’t help the satisfied smile that tugged at your lips. Revenge truly was sweet, even if it meant you paid for it later.
With your boyfriend now on guard, it was much harder to sneak your little touches in, especially when he’d apparently decided that turnabout was fair play, and had taken to wiping at his face with his shirt, stretching and showing off the cut of his abdomen and giving you wicked, teasing smirks behind the backs of his employees.
By the time you’d finally finished cleaning up for the evening you were more than a bit antsy to finally get home and have your boyfriend press you to the closest hard surface and fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight. Your panties were practically soaked through and it was all you could do not to squirm and rub your thighs together whenever Osamu looked your way.
He didn’t seem to be much better, if the way he’d decided to keep his apron on and was carefully keeping his hands in his pockets as you walked was any indication. Unfortunately, the two of you had to take a train home, which meant another good twenty minutes before you could get what you wanted.
You’d seriously contemplated whether you could get away with dragging him into an alley or something on the way, so you wouldn’t have to wait. Unfortunately two of the employees were headed to the same train station and you had no excuse as to why you shouldn’t all go together.
It made for a very frustrating walk, especially since all you could do was hold your boyfriend’s hand and pray for time to pass quickly. Though you could admit their presence did at least distract you a little bit, enough so that by the time your train arrived and you went your separate ways you didn’t feel like you were about to spontaneously combust any more.
Unfortunately that didn’t last long. As per usual at this time on a Friday night the train was incredibly packed, so much so you might’ve ended up squished it not for your boyfriend’s strong presence and intimidating height and bulk that kept anyone from knocking you over. However it did mean the two of you ended up right near the doors, trapped between the body of your boyfriend and the high seat back with your back pressed to his front, you could feel how hard he still very much was, his length pressed teasingly to your back.
One of his strong arms was wrapped around your waist and the other was holding on to the bar overhead so you wouldn’t have to. Every small movement of the train sent you rubbing up against him despite your best efforts, and before long your hips were moving on their own, grinding back on him desperately.
“Naughty,” Osamu hissed in your ear, scolding you in a low enough tone that no one else would be able to overhear, “Ya wantin’ my cock that bad sweetness, that yer grindin’ back on me like slut in a train compartment full of people?”
A quick glance to the sides showed that no one was looking at you and only one or two would actually be able to see you should they choose to look, as you were hidden by the bulk of your boyfriend. You hadn’t actually planned to seduce your boyfriend on the train, fully intending to wait until you got home, but his words had sent a rush of heat through you. The sound of his voice, accent heightened the way it always was when he got aroused never failed to get you hot and bothered.
It made you feel reckless enough to throw all caution to the wind, and instead of answering him you tilted your head up and back so you could place a series of hot kisses along his neck and jaw, kissing and suckling at the strong column of his throat as you ground yourself back into him.
“Fuck,” Osamu hissed quietly, his hips moving automatically with yours to grind into your ass, the feel of his erection clearly fully hard and ready for you making you moan quietly into his ear.
“Samu,” you crooned into his ear, a seductive lilt to your tone that you knew would drive him crazy, “Samu, I want you so bad. I’m so wet for you.”
“Yer really pushin’ it sweetheart,” he warned you, voice low and thick with desire, “Sayin’ those kinds of things to me out in the open where anyone could hear or see ya. I’m startin’ to think after all that trouble ya were causin’ at the shop earlier, that what ya want is fer me to shove ya down and fuck that tight, needy little cunt a yers in front o’ anyone who cares ta watch.”
The idea of it was something your mind had toyed with before, having Osamu fuck you for an audience. Something about it made you feel absolutely weak-kneed with desire. You were so wet you were sure your panties were absolutely soaked through with it.
“Fuck me, Samu,” you whimpered into his ear, “Fuck me, fill me up with your cock. I want it!”
Your boyfriend let out a low curse before the arm that was around your waist shifted. The hand that had been holding you fumbling with the button and zipper of your jeans. You watched with shocked eyes for a second, for all your teasing you’d never thought he’d actually go through with it, especially not on a public train. You’d imagined it more like a form of foreplay, but watching his large hand reaching for your zipper, despite the fact that at least three people could look over at any time and see him sent a rush of heat through you, your whole body tingling with arousal sensitive and aching for his touch.
Your hands immediately lowered to help him, popping open the button, and sliding the zipper down, shifting your hips just enough to let you loosen your jeans so he could slip his hands down the front of your panties. You let out a choked gasp as his clever fingers teased apart your slick folds.
“So fuckin’ wet fer me sweetheart,” Osamu groaned into your ear, “Ya really want it bad don’t ya? Want ta show all these people just how well ya take my fat cock.”
You immediately stuffed your knuckle in your mouth to muffle the moans coming from your lips, your hips twisting to meet him as his fingers danced over your sensitive clit. He was tracing teasing circles around it with his middle finger, the two on either side spreading you open to give you better access.
“Does that feel good, sweets?” he asked, his voice rough with desire as he ground his hips into your backside letting you feel the entirety of his stiff cock against your ass, “Ya like that? Like when I play with that pretty pussy o yers?”
A quick rough swipe of his finger over your clit nearly made your knees give out. One of your hands dug into his strong forearm and the other reached up blindly to clutch at the rail overhead just to give you something to hand on to lest you collapse. Osamu clearly sensed how needy he was making you as he chuckled in your ear, sounding thoroughly amused.
“Getting’ weak at the knees already sweetheart? And after all that teasin’ you did earlier too,” he teased lightly.
You were going to answer him, but he took the opportunity to slide his fingers between your wet folds, slipping a single finger inside of you and grinding his palm against your clit, as he slowly began to pump his finger in and out. You muffled your gasp into his neck, your hips automatically moving to follow the motions of his finger.
“Such a needy slut, gettin’ off on getting’ fingered on a train of all things,” Osamu purred into your ear, clearly enjoying every moment, “Someone could look at any moment and see my hand down yer panties, and then everyone would know what a slut ya are fer me.”
His words made you clench in desire, your walls clamping down on his finger, something he clearly felt if his breathless chuckle was any indication. Hazily you thought you might not mind if someone saw you, that you might even enjoy it if they did, though the thrill of getting away with something like this under the noses of everyone in the compartment added a layer of arousal that was undeniable. Still you weren’t about to let your boyfriend have things entirely his way.
“I think you’d like it too Samu,” you managed to tease, breathless with desire, “Like the idea of someone watching as you stuffed me full of your fat cock, seeing how well you fuck me. Or maybe you’d prefer it if they saw how much you like it when I’ve got my hands or mouth on you, have everyone know about those sweet little noises you make just for me? After all, you seemed to enjoy my attention earlier.”
Your boyfriend froze for a breathless moment, a low groan reaching your ears that told you he might actually like the idea of that quite a bit, especially given the way his hips were shifting against your ass, clearly seeking the friction almost as much as you were.
“Ya know yer awfully cheeky fer someone who’s got my fingers in their cunt,” Osamu told you, low, rough and breathless, “But I appreciate the reminder. I really do owe ya fer that stunt ya pulled when I was washin’ dishes. Let’s see how ya like this then sweets.”
One finger became two, stretching you open deliciously as he crooked his fingers in the perfect way to make you weak at the knees. You thought that was all he was going to do, but then he released the rail he’d been using to hold himself in place, instead reaching around to slip his hand under your shirt.
You let out a shocked and aroused gasp as he slid it upwards, taking your shirt with it until he reached your breast, then shifted your bra cup up and over, leaving you exposed to the air. Your whole body clenched in desire as his warm hand replaced it, kneading your breast and teasing his fingers over the sensitive pebbled nipple.
“S-Samu!” you gasped, shocked and utterly, helplessly, aroused, your pussy practically gushing wetness around his pumping fingers.
“I knew ya’d like that sweetheart, look at that pretty face yer makin’ fer me, good thing I’m blockin’ the view of the window or anyone could see yer reflection in it and see how much yer enjoyin’ how I’m fondlin’ ya,” your boyfriend teased.
A quick glance assured you that he was telling the truth, you could see yourself pretty well in the reflection of the window, your face flushed, mouth open as you panted and gasped, small hairs sticking to the dewing sweat. Seeing yourself like that, with Osamu’s face watching over your shoulder, his grey eyes intent and heated with want as he thrust against your backside, holding you tight to his body, was enough to make you dizzy with desire.
“Samu, c-close,” you whined helplessly in his grasp, hips grinding into his hand as he thrust his fingers rapidly in and out of your sopping pussy, his other relentlessly pinching and teasing your sensitive nipple.
“Better come quick fer me then darlin’.” Osamu warned low and amused, “We’re almost at our stop, an if ya don’t come before then these doors are gonna open up wide and everyone on the platform is gonna see yer pretty tits on display and me with my fingers in yer pussy.”
It was too much for you, the thought enough to send you hurtling over the edge, a desperate moan escaping your lips as you came around his fingers, your body arching into his firm hold as you shoved your face in his neck to muffle your noises. He drew it out for as long as it could, continuing to pump into you mercilessly until you were practically trembling from overstimulation.
Your whole body was trembling and you were incredibly grateful he was standing firmly behind you, otherwise you weren’t sure you could’ve remained on your feet. You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out from inside you, feeling both satisfied and yet achingly empty, wanting nothing more than to have his cock come fill the empty space his fingers had left.
It took you a minute to gather yourself, and might’ve taken longer except the voice in the overhead speaker announced you would be arriving shortly and jolted you out of your post orgasm haze.
You quickly put your clothes to rights, tugging your shirt and bra back down and hastily doing up your jeans. It was just in time too, as the train slid into the station and the doors slid open. You were sure you looked incredibly frazzled as you exited the train, though hopefully anyone who saw would put that down to riding a crowded train rather than the illicit activities you’d been partaking in.
A quick glance at your boyfriend showed that he looked incredibly smug as he strolled along casually behind you. When you made eye contact with him he smirked, and brought his fingers up to his mouth, fingers that were still wet with your juices and blatantly licked them clean.
You gaped, shocked at the sheer audacity of the move in a crowded train station, throwing a quick glance around and thanking your lucky stars that no one seemed to have noticed. Hastily you grabbed hold of his hand and practically dragged him from the station.
Osamu let you pull him along, an amused chuckle leaving his lips as he asked, “What’s the matter sweetheart? What’s got ya in such a hurry?”
“You know exactly what the matter is,” you told him with a pout as you exited the train station, scolding, “I can’t believe you did that!”
“Can’t believe I fingered ya on the train? And made ya come? Quite hard too I think,” he told you, eyes glinting with amusement, “It’s what ya deserved fer all yer teasin’.”
You flushed a bit, still a little high on the memory, though that wasn’t what you meant and he knew it. Still it was enough to stoke the side of you that liked to play with fire. Turnabout was fair play, and Osamu definitely deserved to have it turned around on him again, after all he was the one who’d started all this in the first place, with that sexy tight shirt of his.
Luckily you weren’t far from home now, and you knew things were in your favor. Despite everything that had happened you knew Osamu hadn’t come on the train, so while you were feeling mostly satisfied for the moment, he definitely wouldn’t be.
Osamu let you drag him home, chuckling to himself all the while, clearly delighted to have flustered you so badly. However, the minute you were in the door you took advantage of his preoccupation to push him just enough to make him lose his balance and fall forward with his hands braced against the door.
He sucked in a sharp breath, clearly surprised, but you could almost hear the smirk in his voice as you wrapped your arms around his torso, essentially hugging him from behind. He was obviously incredibly amused at your audacity as he asked, “Somethin’ yer needin’ sweetheart?”
You didn’t answer, instead running your hands over the strong huge chest you’d been admiring all day in that far too tight shirt. His muscles were firm and perfect under your hands, his chest easily filling your palms, well enough you couldn’t help but squeeze. Your fingers finding his pebbled nipples through the fabric and pinching gently earning a hiss of pleasure from your boyfriend.
“Fuck, I want you so bad Samu,” you told him as you trailed your hands down his torso, hands finding his strong thick thighs as they slipped underneath his apron, one of your palms slipping teasingly upward, stroking his inner thighs as he shifted his legs open a little to help you out, clearly not protesting your treatment of him, a quiet groan leaving his lips as you finally cupped his erection through his jeans.
Just as you suspected, Osamu was desperately hard and more than ready for more. He peered at you over his shoulder, grey eyes dark with desire as you braced yourself against his strong, broad back, putting more of your weight on him, so he was holding both of you up and therefore unable to move his hands from the door.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” you told him, gently squeezing him for emphasis and feeling him twitch beneath your palm.
“Yeah? What exactly have ya been thinkin’ sweetheart?” Osamu asked you, his voice losing some of the self-satisfied edge giving way to a throaty rasp.
Your hands easily undid the zipper and button, loosening up his pants enough to make them sag on his hips, but not enough to let them fall to the ground, held up only by his spread legs, and the fact that you were pressed up tightly behind him, his knees bent enough that his ass was cradled against your pelvis.
“Yer not gonna at least take the apron off?” he teased, though there was a certain breathless quality to it that let you know how much he was enjoying this. You didn’t actually dominate your boyfriend too often despite the fact that both of you liked to switch, but he always seemed to enjoy it immensely whenever you did, even if it was very clear to both of you that physically he was more than capable of ending things or turning the tables at any time.
“No, I think I like you just like this,” you told him, “Because you’re just the way I was imagining you earlier.”
“Oh?” he asked you, clearly intrigued by the idea as he watched you pull down the boxer briefs he was wearing beneath, freeing is cock, which bobbed enticingly, flushed red at the tip, fully hard and drooling. There had been a telling wet spot on them that told you his cock had spent a good deal of time weeping precum, which was only fair with how soaked your panties had been and still were.
“Just like when you were doing the dishes earlier,” you informed him teasingly, “Let’s see how well you can hide your cock underneath that apron, and maybe next time instead of groping you when you wash the dishes I’ll jerk you off instead hmm? Would you like that? My hand slipping underneath your apron and jerking you off from behind? In full view of all your employees?”
You felt his dick twitch in interest in your hands as he released a shaky breath, which you took for agreement. You began to stroke him, teasing the head with your thumb and twisting slightly on the upstroke in a way you knew never failed to make him crazy, enjoying the heavy weight of him in your hand as your other slipped lower to gently massage his heavy sack, making him let out a low tortured groan of pleasure.
“It would look just like I’m hugging you from behind,” you murmured to him, letting the fantasy play out, “No one would know unless you gave the game away that I was touching you like this. Better, not drop the dish this time though Samu.”
“F-fuck sweetheart y-you…” he trailed off gasping a little helplessly as you teased his weeping slit, gathering the moisture there and using it to help ease the passage of your hand. He’d been pretty close to the edge already, not surprising considering he’d yet to come despite all your teasing, so you weren’t surprised when he began to stiffen, his balls drawing up tight.
Pretending not to notice you pulled your hands away from him completely, ignoring his breath of shocked disappointment as you slid them up his torso underneath his shirt, cupping his pecs and massaging the strong muscle, enjoying the feel of them in your hands, gently running your thumbs teasingly over his pebbled nipples.
“I wonder how long it would take for someone to notice,” you mused idly, though you couldn’t keep all your self-satisfaction out of your voice, “You’re usually pretty quiet Samu, it might take them a while unless I do this.”
You pinched one of his nipples, earning a shocked low groan from your boyfriend who was panting for breath. His chest had always been surprisingly sensitive, which made things fun when he let you play with him like this.
“I suppose that means I’d have to stick to stroking you here,” you told him allowing your hands to slip lower, knowing enough time would have passed that you could successfully tease him to the brink again.
“Wicked tease,” Osamu accused, though he sounded incredibly aroused and not at all unhappy.
“Mm you like it,” you told him pressing your lips to the back of his neck, kissing nibbling and sucking right above the collar of his shirt, knowing it would be near impossible for him to hide the mark and relishing it. It was only fair considering how often he left marks all over you.
“Going to come for me Samu?” you murmured into his ear, as you pumped him in long teasing, slow strokes, “Going to come and make a mess all over your work apron? I should make you cover it in your release and force you to think of me stroking you like this every single time you put it on. Just like I’m going to think of your fingers inside me every time I get on a train. What do you think of that hmm?”
Your boyfriend let out a low guttural groan as he came, spilling all over the inside of his apron just as you had promised. However you’d managed to work yourself up enough that you weren’t about to let things just end there, so you continued to stroke him through it, not stopping even when he began to squirm and gasp from the overstimulation.
“Just what are ya doin’ to me sweetheart?” Osamu gasped, his hips thrusting into your hand, clearly unsure about whether he wanted to chase more friction from your hand or escape it.
“You didn’t think I’d let you stop here, did you?” you asked coyly, “Not when I’ve been dreaming of having this nice thick cock inside me all day.”
“Is that all?” Osamu managed to huff out, and before you’d really managed to process it he’d pushed away from the door, managing to get himself out of your hold and turn so he could scoop you up, making you squeal in surprise, “If all ya wanted was ta be stuffed with cock sweets then ya shoulda just said so. Ya know I’m always happy to comply.”
You huffed in amusement at that, unable to be at all upset by this turn of events, gladly letting him take control again as he carried you to your shared bedroom and set you on your feet. You were honestly a little impressed he managed it without tripping considering he hadn’t bothered to do up his pants.
You were momentarily distracted as he pulled the tight shirt up and off, admiring the play of his muscles. It was almost unfair just how attractive he was, especially when he pulled the shirt off his head and revealed his mussed dark hair.
“Are ya just goin’ to admire me all evenin’?” he teased with a smirk, as he caught you looking, “And here I was thinkin’ ya wanted me to fuck ya sweetness. Kinda hard to do that if yer still dressed.”
His words had the desired effect of prompting you into motion, quickly pulling off your own shirt and undoing your bra. You were reaching for the button and zip of your jeans when you were stopped by two large hands at your waist, gently snagging his fingers into the waist band and tugging you forward.
“C’mere sweetheart,” Osamu ordered, sliding his warm hands around your back to hold you to him and slotting his mouth against your own.
You eagerly kissed him back, enjoying the sweet slide of lips on lips and letting him coax your mouth open with his insistent tongue. You sighed in pleasure as he playfully sucked at the plump flesh of your lips, his large hands sliding down your bare back, making you shudder in pleasure, as they found your ass, fingers digging into the round curve, kneading at it.
“Taste so good,” Osamu murmured between wet, warm kisses, “Can’t wait to be inside ya, to have yer tight walls squeezin’ my cock.”
You let him walk you backwards towards the bed, not protesting in the least when his skilled fingers flicked open your jeans, your own hands too preoccupied tangled in his dark hair, and gripping his well-muscled shoulders, to bother with it yourself.
“Soaked all the way through yer panties fer me did ya?” he asked slipping his hand between your legs, which you spread eagerly for him to caress your cloth covered core, “And here I thought ya couldn’t get any wetter than when I was fingerin’ ya on the train.”
“All your fault,” you accused breathily, allowing one of your hands to slip between your bodies so you could palm his naked erection, giving it a slow teasing stroke, “Just like this is all mine.”
“Damn right it’s all yer fault,” Osamu agreed roughly, as his hips thrust into your hand. You didn’t protest at all when he hurriedly pushed down your jeans and panties, helping him wiggle you out of them, and kicking them away so he could tip you backwards on to the bed.
You landed on your back with a giggle, pushing yourself up on your elbows, and reaching an eager hand out toward him, even as your eyes raked over his muscled thighs and the proud jut of his leaking erection.
He took your invitation, grabbing hold of your thighs and tugging so your hips were at the edge of the bed, leaning over to press a sloppy kiss to your lips. Your hand tangled in his hair, your legs spreading eagerly as he teased the blunt head of his erection over your leaking core and slowly eased inside you.
The stretch of him as he filled you the slight curve of his cock rubbing against all the right places in side you made you groan in ecstasy, your fingers tugging at his hair and digging into his arm as you held him to you, your legs lifting to wrap around his hips.
“Hnng, Samu, so good,” you gasped as he bottomed out, making your feel incredibly full and utterly desperate.
“Like that?” he murmured, his own voice breathless in your ear as his mouth teased the sensitive skin of your neck, leaning down to brace himself, his elbows on either side of your head, “Like the way I’m fillin’ up that tight sweet little cunt of yers?”
“Fuck yes,” you agreed fervently as he began to thrust inside you, long, slow and deep your hips lifting off the mattress to meet him, “Fuck me Samu, fuck me!”
“Bossy,” he huffed in amusement, giving you a scolding nip even as he increased his pace, thrusting and rolling his hips in a way that made him brush up against that perfect spot inside you with every movement. You keened in response your hands digging into the strong muscles of his back as you clung to him for all you were worth.
“So good,” you whimpered, your walls fluttering and pulsing around him each movement pulling you closer to the edge, “You feel so good Samu!”
“Right back at ya sweetheart,” he assured you with a grunt, his mouth leaving your neck so he could peer down into your face.
The burning look in his eyes as he stared down at you, small gasps and panting breaths leaving his lips as his dark hair clung to his forehead, sweat dripping down his face that was twisted with pleasure was enough to make you clench around him. There wasn’t any sight in the world more arousing than him as he looked at you like you were the most desirable being on the planet, as he slacked his own arousal inside you.
“Ya gonna come fer me sweetheart?” he demanded, clearly seeing how close you were written all over your face, “Gonna cream all over my cock fer me?”
“Yes, oh yes, going to come, please Samu going to come, you answered breathlessly.
“Alright sweet girl, come for me then,” he ordered, increasing the speed of his hips, grinding himself into you making sure he rubbed against every inch of your sensitive walls.
It was more than enough, your hips arching off the bed and your eyes falling shut as you clamped down hard on him, your body milking his cock with everything you had. It turned out to be too much for your boyfriend as well, who buried himself to the hilt and let out a deep, low groan as he pulsed inside you, filling you with his hot seed.
The two of you panted for breath, his damp forehead resting in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into it affectionately as you ran your own hands through his sweaty hair.
“You good?” you asked, after several long moments just basking in the afterglow.
“Mm-hmm,” your boyfriend hummed in agreement, then asked, “You?”
“I’m a little messy,” you admitted, earning a huff of amused laughter from your pliant boyfriend who pulled himself up. You shuddered a bit at as he slipped out from your still sensitive cunt, feeling the wet and a little gross.
“Alright c’mere sweetheart, let’s get cleaned up,” he urged, helping you up with him. The two of you hobbled your way to the shower together to clean off, enjoying the lingering intimacy and affectionate touches.
As you dried off you watched Osamu pick the clothes the two of you had left scattered across the floor to toss in the hamper, but paused as he let out a huff of laughter.
“What’s so funny?” you asked curiously.
“Just thinkin’ I was pretty unhappy with stupid Tsumu fer shrinkin’ all my shirts, but now I’m thinkin’ I might just have ta let him do laundry more often,” he admitted with a smug smirk, as he wiggled the shirt that had started the whole debacle at you.
“You wouldn’t dare,” you retorted, knowing full well that he would, in fact, dare, and judging from the raised eyebrow and the smirk on his face he knew it too.
“Alright fine, wear your tight shirts,” you warned, earning a wary look from your boyfriend who’d clearly expected you to put up more of a fuss, “Just be warned I might have to take revenge again!”
Your boyfriend’s eyes roved your still mostly bare form with an appraising eye, before tilting his head, giving you a salacious smirk and informing you, “Ya know I think I could live with that.”
“We’ll just see about that,” you told him crossing your arms over your chest, only to shriek a moment later as he swept you off your feet, and began to pepper your face with teasing kisses, his hands roaming your still shower warm skin as he proceeded to show you just how much he wouldn’t mind another day like today.
You laughed, unable to help yourself, even as you quietly plotted in the back of your mind. You’d enjoyed the day too after all, and turnabout was fair play. Next time you were definitely going to give Osamu a taste of his own medicine.