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Tadashi knew it was for the best, doing things like this. His crush on Miya wasn’t getting any better, and neither was his mental health with the juggling of feelings for a guy he barely knew, and an engineering major that made him want to tear his hair out. Right, this was for the best. It’s what Yachi told him, it’s what Hinata told him, it’s what Kageyama nodded to, it’s what Tsukishima shrugged to. Tadashi repeated this mantra in his head, even when the neatly folded copy paper fell out of the back of his army green canvas bag. He was going to burn it, a solidification of him finally trying to get over Osamu. 

“Samu-kun,” a pretty voice rang out, one of his little followers that made sure they sucked up to his every move. It wasn’t just her, half of the campus would get on their knees and bark when it came to the Miya. Tadashi wouldn’t say he was there yet, maybe just get on his knees without all the extra shit. 

“Yeah, babe?” Osamu was pulling her in by her waist, his lips brushing over her ear. He smirked at the way her legs automatically tightened. 

“Is this yours?” 

She was holding up the paper that fell out of Yamaguchi’s bag, and Osamu raised an eyebrow before plucking it from her pretty little fingers. He twisted the paper around, finding his name — Miya Osamu in a fancy script — in black ink on the blank side of the paper. Osamu was typically quiet, but he was also anybody if not curious. 

“Guess it is, sweetheart.”

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Tadashi was in his dorm, his bag containing the imaginary letters that he was planning on dumping in the night. His afternoon class ended early, which meant he had some time to do late night laundry before he ran out of panties. Tadashi was wearing a skimpy one, cotton gray with a white trimmed lace that he always wore when it was getting down to the last pair in his drawer. The hoodie he wore was oversized, big enough to fit him comfy. 

He sighed, walking down the hall with a laundry basket of dirty clothes, and a bag with detergent and softener in another hand. He barely had a good grip on anything, and a harsh curse left his lips when the bag slipped out of his hands. It was loud, and he was glad there wasn’t anybody around to embarrass himself. 

“Fuck,” he sighed out, dropping the basket of laundry to grab it. It was just then that he heard a voice, his head darting up on instinct. When it did, his heart wholeheartedly dropped to the bottom of his ass. Osamu was jogging over, his hoodie halfway off and dark hair peeking out beneath it. 

“I got it,” he grunted, bending down to grab the bag. Tadashi was hastily grabbing his basket while blinking at him owlishly, and he took a deep breath when Osamu looked at him. 

“Thank you so much,” Tadashi said softly, taking the bag from Osamu’s grip. 

“No problem, babe.” Osamu seemed to like calling people that, but Tadashi’s heart stuttered nonetheless. “I’m doing my laundry too.” 

“Yeah, I like doing it at night. There’s less people around,” Tadashi muttered, hugging the basket to his side. Osamu was taking his appearance, a light tint to his freckled cheeks. He was pretty, really fucking pretty with his amber eyes and wispy lashes and a hoodie that made him look extremely warm. 

“Same.” Osamu gave him a light smile, and Tadashi felt his cheeks heat up even more. He hoped Osamu couldn’t see how pink he was getting. 

They ended up in the laundry room together, a comfortable silence between them albeit the swishing of the washing machine that Osamu was using, and the buzzing of the generator. Tadashi had just put in his first load of laundry, tapping his ID before the washer started spinning. Detergent and scent booster were going into the washer, Tadashi alternating between checking the time and going on his phone. 

Osamu was done with his laundry already, moving with his basket to put in the dryer. Tadashi was currently standing in front of his washer, one of the drawstrings for his hoodie tucked between his plump lips. He was chewing on it while rocking back and forth, occasionally scrolling through the homescreen while waiting for Yachi to text back. He had to, with Osamu so close he would’ve malfunctioned if he thought about it too hard. 

“Habit?” Osamu asked, already by the dryer and stuffing his clothes inside. Tadashi blinked, not realizing what Osamu meant until the wet cloth fell from his lips. He looked a little sheepish, nodding his head. 

“Mhm,” he replied gently. “I guess, yeah.”

“My brother does the same thing, that’s why I asked,” Osamu says, half concentrating on making sure none of his clothes fell while he was putting them in the dryer. Ah, Tadashi stalked Osamu’s socials enough to know about his brother. Atsumu, one that was just as hot as him with a different hair color and a louder demeanor. 

“I don’t know…it’s just a thing. It also helps calm me down,” Tadashi muttered, tugging a strand of hair behind his ear. Osamu watched the clear polish that glinted on his nails in the light of the laundry room, a silver ring with a green emerald on it also glinting from his finger. 

“Mmm, make sense,” Osamu hummed. “Shit gets hard, sometimes.”

“Yeah,” Tadashi agreed. 

Tadashi turned in his direction and they locked eyes. Although he didn’t know about Osamu, everything seemed to get quiet for a moment. The sound of the machine turning off somehow cut through the air, and Tadashi was snapping out of it to get his laundry from the washer. Osamu was still looking at him, and Tadashi didn’t get to see his one over, along with the flick of his tongue across his bottom lip. 

It was quiet again, the sound of Tadashi shuffling over the dryer with his first load of laundry while waiting for his second set to be done. Osamu was waiting at the dryer, leaned back against the side of the wall with his phone in hand. Osamu’s eyes followed as Tadashi pushed his clothes in the dryer, tapping his ID again to turn it on. 

“I’ll be real here,” Osamu said suddenly, and Tadashi’s head was snapping in his direction in seconds. “You’re pretty.” Tadashi’s heart dropped to the bottom of his ass for the second time that evening. Osamu was turning his body in his direction fully. 

“Thank you,” Tadashi squeaked out, already feeling like his breath was hitching. Osamu merely laughed, a breathless noise that made Tadashi’s heart lift back to life. 

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Osamu asked, his gaze on Tadashi. 

“Yamaguchi.” It was a small murmur, Tadashi not able to speak fully and process the dozens of emotions that were painting across his face. Osamu was still staring at him, his lidded gaze making Tadashi’s gut curl. “Tadashi…it’s Yamaguchi Tadashi.”

Osamu was good at keeping a blank face, with the whole nonchalant and chill thing he had going on. But the only thing he could think about was earlier that afternoon, when he read a whole paragraph of said Yamaguchi Tadashi confessing his feelings to him. 

Osamu had good luck, or so he was told. He hadn’t really believed it up until now, because there was no way he had a boy like Tadashi writing love letters about him.

“Noted.” Tadashi was still blushing, already five seconds away from wheezing. Osamu was silently pulling out his phone, and Tadashi’s eyes nearly bulged. “I’m Osamu, by the way.” Tadashi would have laughed if he wasn’t borderline delirious, because who didn’t know who Miya Osamu was. “And to make sure I see your pretty face more often,” he muttered, holding out his phone with the Insta search bar open. 

“I know who you are,” Tadashi uttered, typing his user with shaky hands. 

“You heard about me, sweetheart?” Osamu asked softly. Tadashi blushed even harder. 

“Who hasn’t?”

“I’m asking about you, though.” 

It was silent in the laundry room, Tadashi trying to avoid Osamu’s eyes on him. He couldn’t for long, folding with a sigh as his eyes found Osamu’s. This was probably the most eye contact that he'd ever made with a person in his life. 

“You’re…popular,” he sighed out, unable to summarize who Osamu was at the moment. “Everyone knows you, Osamu-san.”

“Tell me more,” Osamu teased, leaning in closer like Tadashi was about to tell him a secret. 

“ Everyone loves you.”

“You too, right?” Tadashi sputtered. Osamu smiled. “I’m joking, sweetheart. I’d be really happy if you liked me, though.” Tadashi could tell by Osamu’s tone that there was no bullshit behind those words. 

“Everyone does, so…” Tadashi trailed, hoping the conversation would end. The conversation didn’t end. 

“You keep on saying everyone when I’m asking about you.”

“Cause me liking you doesn’t matter if everyone else does.” 

“So you do like me?” 

Tadashi stopped talking at that, already about to get up and go over to the washing machine. 

“Wait,” Osamu was grabbing Tadashi’s wrist, and Tadashi jumped back around in a panic. When he did, Osamu’s face was somehow close to his. He froze up, and Osamu was pulling in closer, hoodie to hoodie. “Can I show you why it matters?” 

“Do you always touch people like this?” 

“Just the pretty ones,” Osamu scoffed lightly. “You’re the prettiest, though.” 

“Don’t…say that,” Tadashi stuttered, Osamu already leaning in close. Their noises bumped against each other, and Tadashi closed his eyes, prepared to receive a kiss. The washing machine buzzed and he took a sharp breath before leaning back, his hands somehow on Osamu’s arms. 

“You should get that.” Osamu’s lips were so close that Tadashi could’ve felt them brush against his, and he swallowed thickly with a jerky nod. Osamu let go of him, and Tadashi was untangling himself to go get his laundry. Osamu couldn’t help himself though, and Tadashi felt his lips press up against his forehead. 

“Yours too,” Tadashi grumbled, and Osamu was moving away to grab his dried laundry. Tadashi was latching onto the washer to recollect himself, the thin cotton already soaked and sticky when he leaned down to take a breath. When Tadashi glanced over at Osamu, he was taking a glance of his own. It was quick, Tadashi’s eyes focusing on the damp laundry in front of him. 

Osamu’s laundry was in his basket now, and he practically had no reason to be there anymore. 

“Tadashi-kun,” Osamu called out. 

“Yes, Osamu-san?” Tadashi wasn’t looking at him, his voice quiet and nervous at the sudden call of his name. It made Osamu nervous, slightly on edge with how he was approaching him. 

“You’re gorgeous.” 

Tadashi was hot yet again, his hands gripping the basket as he lifted it up. He couldn’t even care too much about the blush, knowing that he had laundry to look after and that Osamu was not something he planned to have in his agenda for tonight. 

“Thank you,” Tadashi sighed out, a little more relaxed than before. Osamu hummed, hauling up his laundry as he made his way to the entrance. 

“We’re gonna act like we didn’t nearly kiss?” Osamu asked. 

Tadashi didn’t answer, but he nodded his head, finishing off the dryer before he tapped his ID to turn it on. 

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” Tadashi heard a noise behind him, and he turned around to see if Osamu left. Osamu hadn’t left, still looking at him by the door. Tadashi looked back. 

“Sleep well, Osamu-san,” Tadashi offered, turning back around to see his reflection in the glass of the dryer. 

“You too, babe.” 

Osamu’s footsteps shuffled in the opposite direction, getting more faint until there was a silence in the room to signal his departure. Tadashi continued to do his laundry, getting both of his sets of clothes in the dryer, too many things flying around in his head at once. The next time he pulled out his phone, Tadashi saw he got a notification from Instagram in DnD. 

He pulled down the banner, and he froze up in the laundry room for the nth time that evening. It was a notification that samumiya just started following him.

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“I can’t fucking find them,” Tadashi rushed out, fishing through his bag for the letter. He was using his shoulder as leverage for his phone, holding it to his ear with Yachi over the line. “Wait, like, I actually can’t find them.” She was dorms away, currently working on a graphic design project while Tadashi panicked over the phone. “What the hell?” 

It had only been a day, and after everything that happened in the laundry room, Tadashi blanked out with the letter and anything else that happened. 

“Maybe you left it in your room,” she said softly, listening to the sigh Tadashi let out over the phone. “Relax, honey.”

“But it’s not here, Yacchan, I’m checking and it’s just… gone .” Tadashi had turned his side of the dorm upside down, all of his pens and drawings and hair ties and packs of gum splayed out on the bed. No letter to be found, and Tadashi was about two seconds from tearing his hair out. “Fuck, I just…I don’t know.”

Yachi bit her lip, and Tadashi heard a little whine over the phone because she truly was hoping that what she thought it was wasn’t the case. 

“Listen, babe,” Yachi breathed out, and Tadashi stopped moving. “I heard something, but I didn’t think it was anything.” Tadashi blinked, not being able to form words with what little information he had. “But, I heard some girls in the bathroom talking about Osamu getting some note .” Tadashi’s mouth went dry.  

“Yachi!”

“They said a note, and all of them started assuming it was some random girl that he used to talk to!” Tadashi slumped on the bed, his phone slowly plopping onto the hardwood of the floor. “But they didn’t see a name, so at least nobody knows it’s you.” 

“But, Osamu knows. Osamu literally knows. Out of everyone who could’ve possibly known, it’s Miya fucking Osamu. I have the worst luck in the whole —“

“Babe, calm down.”

“I can’t!”

“Well, you have to! It’s not like you’ve seen him or anything.” No, Tadashi had seen Osamu a day prior, who flirted with him and nearly kissed him. He hadn’t gotten to tell Yachi that though. “It’s better for you, so you can just avoid him at all costs.”

“Fucking…fine.”

That was what Tadashi said, and yes, maybe it could work if he tried his hardest. But right now, he was not trying his hardest, his mind keeping him up at midnight when he should’ve been snoring his ass off. He couldn’t stop thinking, he just couldn’t. 

If Osamu got the letter, it had to be the day when he was going to get rid of it. That same night he ran into Osamu by some shitty move from the universe, who proceeded to woo him ten times over with a few touches and looks. If Osamu had the fucking letter…then he must’ve know that Tadashi had a crush on him. 

“What the fuck?” Tadashi voiced to nobody in particular, his roommate fast asleep a few feet from him. 

If Osamu knew all that, he could’ve just been fucking toying with him…or some sick sympathetic gesture to not hurt his feelings. After all, Osamu must’ve read the fucking letter to know about all of Tadashi’s stupid feelings. Was Tadashi really in his head this whole time? Did Osamu ever really like him? Was it all some act? 

Tadashi’s mind was talking to him, and the thought of Osamu playing him, mixing with the fact that he’s probably done half the fucking campus like that had him upset and annoyed all at once. He grabbed his phone, looking to text Yachi who he knew was probably dreaming right now. Before he could reach his messages, his finger ghosted over the Insta icon, automatically opening up to find one of Osamu’s recents on his tl. He was about to press on his user, but something in his heart was stopping him with a gut wrenching twist. 

“Fuck that,” Tadashi sighed, scrolling through his homepage before he came out of the app. He was upset, and everything was just making his head hurt way too much. If he had to be real, then yeah, fuck this. 

“And, fuck him.”

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Tadashi got the notification while he was sketching a model for his engineering design class. It was Osamu, liking his story again . It’s been going on for a few days now, this thing where Osamu had been liking Tadashi’s story. Tadashi ignored most of the notifications, either turning his phone down on its face or just turning it off completely. Yeah, maybe if things went like that, Tadashi would really get over him like he was trying to do in the first place. 

Tadashi also must’ve not been over Osamu, because he was so much in his head about the guy that he didn’t even register the fact that another notification right after the stories. Tadashi opened his phone again, completely steering away from the model. 

It was a simple “pretty boy” with a little keyboard heart. The photo was one of low quality, Tadashi having some kind of makeshift photo shoot in his room at 2 am when he was bored. He did his makeup (read: he dabbed on some lip oil and thick waterproof mascara) and took a bunch of dim pictures in a crop top and cargo shorts. 

Tadashi was so caught off guard that he didn’t even realize he opened the DM. Tadashi’s thumb hovered over the keyboard, not even finding the energy to give Osamu a proper response. So, he likes his reply, something simple with no words to be added. That’s what Tadashi tried to tell himself, even when a deep unsettling feeling bubbled in his gut about the fact that he didn’t text him back. 

He closed his phone, groaning lightly before he let his head back into his pillows. 

“I feel really bad, Yacchan,” Tadashi later told Yachi on the phone, hugging his arms closer to his body. He really had felt bad, so bad that he avoided Instagram for the rest of the day. 

“Don’t be, the whole thing was just weird,” Yachi tried to reason. “Like, imagine trying to kiss someone like that and you just met them. He really is one of those guys.” 

“I wanted it too, though,” Tadashi said lowly. 

“Don’t worry about it, babe. You were crushing on him, lapse of judgment. You shouldn’t let it get to you like this, what's done is done, and you don’t have to stress anymore.” 

Yachi was always someone who would try to lift Tadashi up, no matter the circumstances. Her words were working well for him, because he opened Instagram in an attempt of bravery, only to find that Osamu had read the reaction without responding. 

Osamu hadn’t liked his story after that either. 

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“Tada-chan, it’ll be fun! Hinata said he wanted pictures, and we should dress up for it!” Yachi said, shaking Tadashi with a loose grip on his arm. 

“Are you sure about this?” Tadashi replied, his words cutting a bit with the movements of his body. 

Yachi’s birthday was coming up, and she was currently trying to convince Tadashi that they should dress up and go out for the night as a celebration. It was a win-win, they could take amazing pictures for the others, and get shit-faced until they couldn’t remember their names for a night. Yachi saw it as the perfect plan, but Tadashi wasn't being that much of an optimist. 

“It’ll be good, we can just get a bunch of stuff in the morning before classes.” 

“I mean…” Yachi had a point if Tadashi was being honest. Whenever they snuck little bottles into someone's dorm, they had a ritual of buying a bunch of ramen and snacks to soak it out of their systems the next day. That plus a dose of iced coffee by the afternoon was enough to make them both feel better by the night. “And you’re totally fine with us going off-campus for the party?”

“Yesyesyes,” Yachi repeated, tugging Tadashi in so close that their cheeks were squished together. “We can even go to the mall, get new outfits and everything.” Yachi seemed to have a solution for everything, and Tadashi couldn’t argue with her reasoning anymore. 

“Mmm…let’s do it then, I guess.” 

Yachi proceeded to smother Tadashi in hugs and kisses, which he very much enjoyed, but it came at the expense of him being squished into a Toyota with an outfit that made his skin rub against the leather of the seat a bit too much. It was at the expense of him having to be at this lake house, where one of the guys from the frat house had way too much money to be throwing a rager in a place like this. But it was for Yachi, and Tadashi would do anything for his best friend.

“Let’s go, honey,” Yachi said, pulling into the mass of bodies packed in the lake house even though there were people on the porch in the front. “Drinks, we need those.” Tadashi nodded his head, trying his hardest to hear Yachi over the pop music that was blasting on the speaker. Yachi ended up bringing him jungle juice, which tasted like fruit punch and some hefty tequila that would have him spinning if he drank too much. 

“It’s good?” Yachi asked, her eyes bright. 

She has a full face of makeup on, her lashes sitting prettily on her honey brown eyes that shone with glitter, and thick gloss to make her lips look plump and shiny. Tadashi’s look was similar, that waterproof mascara making his eyelashes look even curlier that contrasted well with the light makeup he put on, the highlighter shining on his cheeks in the same way that the eyeshadow was on his lids. 

Tadashi nodded, downing his half-full cup in no time because he and  Yachi did this enough to at least build up some kind of tolerance in the beginning. But, they weren’t just here for a couple sips, they were here to get fucked up beyond comprehension. So after the jungle juice they started getting shots, and one shot turned into two, two into three, the tequila buzzing in his veins by the fifth shot. 

That’s how most of the night went, the two of them dancing and drinking together in clothes that were pretty revealing for so much people, and Tadashi honestly couldn’t give a fuck about much went he felt this nice. Or so he thought as he stumbled to the bathroom, fumbling with the doorknob only to find that it was locked. His body was warm against the cool wall, leaning on it for mild support as he waited. 

Tadashi was standing there, scrolling through his phone for a good five minutes before he got annoyed. 

“Hey—” Tadashi started, but the door flew open before he could even get far. Of course, it was Osamu, right there in the fucking flesh. Tadashi’s phone nearly fell out of his hand. 

“Tadashi,” Osamu’s voice was one of surprise, his thoughts completely dying down when he took in his appearance. 

The light blue denim sat dangerously low at the waist, the straps of his red thong showing. The top was a white to go with it, cropped off. It was thin, and Osamu could practically see something glinting through the fabric around his chest. He was finding out about a lot of things right now, not missing the little heart that was dangling from his navel piercing. 

“Miya-san,” he said softly, looking at Osamu through his lashes. Osamu blinked for a second, his face heating up. “ Hold on .” Tadashi was crowding past Osamu and into the bathroom, closing the door before he pushed up against it. Osamu stood outside of the door for the few minutes that Tadashi was in there, and Tadashi was surprised to see that he was still out there when he opened it. 

“Hey,” Tadashi huffs, mildly unimpressed by Osamu’s ogling eyes. 

“Hey,” Osamu parrots, barely even registering Tadashi’s words. Tadashi rolled his eyes, and in a lapse of judgment, he was tugging Osamu into the bathroom by his arm. 

“Inside, it’s too loud.” Tadashi was lifting himself up and onto the sink, those pretty eyes of his looking even prettier with the white liner he had on, glitter on his face and his neck. 

“You look gorgeous,” Osamu complimented, taking a spot next to Tadashi as he leaned up against the sink. He was wearing black, the total opposite of the white Tadashi had on. 

“Thank you.” Tadashi’s face was getting warm, and he frowned slightly at the way his body was betraying him. There was a silence between them, Tadashi watching how close his fingers were splayed out near Osamu’s own on the counter. Osamu was the one who broke first. 

“Wanna see something?” Osamu asked, his eyes scanning over the glossy marble floors of the bathroom. 

“Mhm,” Tadashi replied, almost immediately.  

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“It’s nice out here,” Tadashi said, leaning back against Osamu’s car. It was an SUV, and when Tadashi looked down he could immediately see the Ferrari logo glinting on the front. “ Really nice.”

“Yeah, the lake looks pretty around this time.” It was foggy, the reflection of the moon shining in the body of water as a breeze blew. Tadashi was folding his arms into his chest, more of an act of comfort than him being cold. Osamu was watching at nothing in particular in the distance, and right when he was about to speak, Tadashi cut him off. 

“You stopped liking my story.” Osamu blinked. “Why?” Osamu had to fight off his smile at that, because Tadashi must’ve been out of it to blatantly ask him something like that. If Osamu was being honest, he already knew Atsumu was going to drive him home, but they weren’t going to speak on that. 

“Thought you didn’t want me to,” Osamu told him, looking at him for the first time since they’d come out here. 

“What makes you say that?” Maybe it was the alcohol, but Tadashi was already getting annoyed for some reason, turning back to Osamu with his hands still tucked in his chest. 

“You didn’t text me back, even swiped up.”

“I liked your reply,” Tadashi nearly slurred out, annoyance lacing his tone. Oh, Osamu liked that. “You have enough people replying to you, you don’t need my words.”

“You’re right,” Osamu said bluntly. 

“ Huh?” Tadashi nearly sputtered, his face twisting into one of shock. Osamu was smiling this time, and Tadashi rolled his eyes, his heartbeat slowing. “That’s not funny, Miya-san.” A voice coming down from panic to one of mild concern. 

“Sorry, baby.” Tadashi doesn’t know what’s doing it more, the fact that Osamu just called him baby , or the way he was wrapping an arm around his shoulder to pull him in closer. “I mean it.”

“No you don’t,” Tadashi started, the alcohol prevalent in his words. “You’re not a good guy, Miya-san.” Osamu’s arm left him, and Tadashi felt a little drop in his heart. 

“No, I’m not,” Osamu deadpans, spreading his legs a little wider. By the time Tadashi’s eyes darted down and up, Osamu’s smile was as smug as ever. “You shouldn’t wanna talk to a guy like me.”

“Exactly,” Tadashi tried, his voice faltering as Osamu leaned in a little. “So, I’m gonna leave now.”

“Mhm.” Osamu’s eyes were on Tadashi’s lips and he looked back up when he realized Tadashi wasn’t leaving. “You’re not gonna leave?” Tadashi didn’t say anything, but he shook his head, his eyes a little unfocused with Osamu so close. “Did my apology work?” 

“You’re so…” Tadashi tried, but he couldn’t get anything out. 

“Yeah, you too,” Osamu retorted, and Tadashi closed his eyes, the déjà vu of their noses brushing against each other coming back to him. 

Except this time, Osamu’s lips were connecting with his. Osamu kissed him with vigor from the start, pulling Tadashi in with a gentle grip on his neck. Tadashi didn’t know what to do, trying to get closer to Osamu as he kissed him back. Tadashi’s had kisses before, but none of them ever kissed him so unapologetically and greedy like he did. 

He was practically climbing into Osamu’s lap at this point, one of his legs slinging over Osamu’s front as he got pulled in with a gentle grip on his neck. Tadashi felt a little heartbeat in his panties, and he couldn’t help the little moan that left his lips. Osamu was kissing him harder and he was getting hotter, their tongues dancing together and Tadashi laying his hands on Osamu’s body. 

Osamu was kissing him hard, Tadashi somehow straddling his lap fully in the haste of their lips moving. He was grinding up against him, both of them panting against each other because the fabric of his jeans made sure that they could both feel the heat of each other. Tadashi was squirming a little on top of him, his hands gripping broad shoulders. 

It was right when a louder moan left Tadashi that his phone buzzed, and he was disconnecting from Osamu with a gasp, immediately feeling lips latch onto his neck. Osamu was already sucking little marks into his skin when he opened his messages, a text from Yachi. 

babeeee idk where you are
found a guy tho😚😚

Tadashi yelped when Osamu bit his neck, the pain surging down his spine and making a wetness pool on the thin lace of his thong. 

that’s good babe
i did too 

send me location 🫡
you too! 

have fun and be safe bb, happy birthday again<3

muah, love you <3

love you too<333 

Tadashi practically threw his phone on the car, hoping it didn’t break, and his hands were tangling in Osamu’s hair, pulling him closer to his neck. He was whimpering with every little mark he was leaving on him, his body feeling warmer and warmer, even with the slight breeze that was blowing, the trees swaying. 

“Osamu,” Tadashi breathed out, his back arching when Osamu’s tongue dragged up his neck. He could barely even get out proper words, everything in his brain jumbling into one coherent thought that he needed this man so bad that he’d do anything to have him. 

“I wanted you so bad, y’know that,” Osamu mumbled, another sink of his teeth into his skin. “Gonna give me what I want, baby?”

“Y-yes,” Tadashi stammered out, and he barely had time to think before Osamu was pushing him down against the hood of the car. He was swift with it, Tadashi’s shirt riding up and leaving Osamu to kiss all over, unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down. Tadashi was already shaking out of nervousness and anticipation, and when Osamu pushed a leg up on his shoulder, Tadashi’s legs spread wider and a hand was fitting in Osamu’s hair. 

Osamu looked him in his eyes, right before he started sucking marks into his thighs. Tadashi was so anxious that he started pushing Osamu’s face closer into his skin, who only bore down on him harder. Tadashi was letting out breathless little noises, his panties already drenched and sticking to him at the crotch. 

“Slut,” Osamu teased, and Tadashi pouted lightly at his words. 

“No, ‘m not,” Tadashi retorted, half of it cutting off into a wheeze when Osamu’s lips brushed over the wet fabric of his panties. “O-Oh.” Osamu could feel the muscles of his thighs tensing under his hands, his body again betraying him because he was tugging Osamu’s head close with his foot. 

“Don’t worry, you’re my pretty slut.” Tadashi’s back arched more at that, falling onto his elbows when Osamu started mouthing at him through his panties. Tadashi’s legs automatically tried tightening around Osamu’s head, to no avail because strong hands were gripping his thighs and spreading him open. 

“Keep them open, sweetheart,” Osamu’s voice was raspy, the vibrations against his cunt sending shivers up Tadashi’s spine. Tadashi nodded, rosy and dazed as he spread his legs further, holding one of his thighs up while the other leg fell on Osamu’s back. Osamu wouldn’t put his mouth where Tadashi needed it then most, teasing him through his underwear that was damp at the center, and every lick over him had Tadashi squeezing his leg harder. 

“ Osamu ,” he gasped eventually, his leg helplessly thumping on Osamu’s back. “Just put your mouth on me, please .” Tadashi was desperate and drunk, and although Osamu was just as fucked up, he could’ve teased him all day. 

“I am.” Osamu’s tongue was hot and wet and right fucking there, if he could just take them off . Tadashi could hear the beat of his heart thrumming in his ears, the lights from inside reflecting through all the windows. Everything felt like it was rushing through his veins, his breathing heavy and his skin sweaty. 

“Osamu,” Tadashi was close to begging and Osamu locked eyes with him, a small smirk on his face. 

“What do you want me to do?” Tadashi’s head was close to spinning now, trying to brace himself on the car hood with his hands. “Tell me how you want it, baby.”

“Here,” he whined, pushing Osamu’s head closer to the scorching heat between his thighs. “My cunt , I want it here. Please, just…I need you.” Osamu didn’t expect the ending, another breathless laugh leaving him before he was tugging his panties to the side. Tadashi gasped when the cold air fell over him, and Osamu’s tongue was licking a long stripe up his cunt in seconds. 

Tadashi threw his head back, a moan high in pitch leaving him. A whimper followed right after, a silent plea for more. Osamu groaned against him and Tadashi sobbed pitifully, Osamu’s tongue flicking over his clit. Tadashi couldn’t see much besides the fuzz of dark hair underneath him, but he could feel Osamu’s mouth on him. 

He was slow with it, his tongue lapping at the slick that was falling over his lips, and Tadashi’s soft moans started filling the air. His back was arching off the car, Osamu pulling one of his legs in closer when his lips wrapped around his clit. 

The first suck made Tadashi gasp, his hand fisting in Osamu’s hair for purchase. 

“Osamu!” 

Tadashi moaned, unable to stop saying his name when Osamu’s tongue was diving through his cunt, sliding against him to lap at his clit before he practically started making out with pussy. Tadashi could feel the wetness of his cunt leaking over Osamu’s lips, the way he sucked on his puffy folds, drinking him down as he dripped all over his chin. 

The lewd slurping coming from beneath Tadashi made his face heat up in less of embarrassment and more of a flustered, horny haze. He was getting so lost in it, his head clearing with nothing more than the pleasure Osamu was giving him filling his mind. It wasn’t until he heard something off in the distance that he opened his practically closed eyes, and his hips unintentionally bucked against Osamu’s face. 

Out here?” Some guy was asking in a curious yet teasing tone, the sound of giggling following after. 

“Cmon, it’s just us.” It was a girl, her voice slurred and sweet as the crunching of leaves and grass got closer to the car. 

“Fuck, Osamu—”

Osamu merely hummed, and Tadashi’s hips bucked against his face on instinct again , a choked noise leaving him. He covered his mouth, both of his legs smacking down the car near Osamu’s head. Osamu pulled him closer, a noise of surprise leaving Tadashi when he felt Osamu push his thighs back further, spreading him open completely with his legs in the air. Tadashi had two seconds to register the move before Osamu’s tongue was sliding inside him, sopping wet and spasming against the wet muscle. 

“ Fuck ,” Tadashi moaned, probably the loudest he had all night, and he couldn’t hold back how fucking good it felt to be getting handled like this. His legs were almost in the air, Osamu holding him by the back of his knees, fucking his hole with his tongue so sloppy that spit was dripping down to his ass.  

“Wait…someone’s there.” It was the girl, whoever the hell she was. 

Tadashi barely caught it with the ringing in his ears, little sobs leaving him as he started scratching at Osamu’s shoulders. The neon lights from the party were illuminated, the moonlight shining on Osamu’s broad form, knelt between his legs as he sucked him off. 

“Oh fuck, it’s—” Osamu heard that, and the hushed whispers of the girl with him. Probably one of his frat friends, he was pulling off of Tadashi for air, his chin slick with his arousal. Tadashi whined, a desperate noise, and Osamu smiled because he wasn’t even taking in the fact that there were people right fucking there. 

Tadashi felt slutty spread out like this, for people to actually see and for Osamu to actually use. He felt like such a slut, and he loved it. 

“Just go,” she hissed, seemingly trying to get away from the scene. “My bad,” she said apologetically, footsteps resounding in the other direction. 

Osamu merely nodded, and Tadashi whined when he felt a thick glob of spit fall right over his clit. He was right there, and Osamu moved away from his cunt to kiss over the marks on his thighs. Tadashi huffed, already on his way to getting upset from a ruined orgasm when Osamu surged up to kiss him again. 

He could taste himself in Osamu’s mouth, and it only made him wetter when two fingers were sliding down his body, a squelching coming from his cunt when they slid into him easy. Tadashi was wet, wetter than he expected and Osamu started fucking him with his fingers slowly, a teasing move. 

Osamu was curving his fingers inside him, brushing over the spot that made Tadashi weak , and he pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Tasted so good, baby, so sweet for me.” This was going so fast, Tadashi didn’t think this could’ve been how it all went down. There was no bed, no slow stripping of clothes, just teeth clacking against each other, and Osamu’s wrist working at a steady pace beside that soaked thong of his. 

“ Osamu ,” it was a gasp for air, Tadashi feeling overwhelmed with pleasure and the smell of Osamu’s cologne. “Wait, please.” Osamu’s hand slipped out of him in seconds. Osamu took his face from the crook of his neck, their noses bumping before Tadashi kissed him hard.

“I want you,” was all Tadashi was saying, and Osamu was already unzipping his fly with a hasty nod. “But, I haven’t done this before.” Osamu froze, his hands on the waistband of his jeans. “I haven’t had sex…but I wanna do it,” he rushed out to say. Tadashi pushed forward to kiss him again, one that Osamu gratefully accepted. “Please?” 

“Yeah…” Osamu whispered against his lips. His lipgloss was probably on Osamu’s face, but neither of them cared. “Gonna fuck you, gorgeous.” Tadashi whimpered at his words, and Osamu was moving away for a second, much to Tadashi’s neediness. By the time he craned his neck, Osamu was out of the car with a condom.

“Hurry,” Tadashi said, his voice gentle and his head feeling mushy. His hole was throbbing, sensitive and swollen from all the attention. 

Osamu was tucking the condom between his teeth, Tadashi pushing himself towards the edge of the car more. He hissed at the cold air that hit his aching cock, leaking at the head and begging to be touched. Tadashi was practically vibrating in anticipation, the humidity making some of his strands stick to his face when Osamu tore open the condom, fumbling to put it over his dick because he was kissing Tadashi in need. 

“Relax for me,” he requested, and Tadashi was pushing his legs up over Osamu’s hips, cupping his face and bringing him close. Osamu pressed their lips together, silencing Tadashi’s pleas as he slowly pushed into him, the tip alone making him arch on a gentle slide. 

“Samu—“ Tadashi moaned, broken off into a moan as he felt himself being stretched open. Osamu grit his teeth, one hand holding his hip and the other falling onto the car. “Mmm…” he whined weakly, the stretch sparking something in his gut. 

“ Fuck , you’re tight.” Osamu was burying his face in his neck, breathing heavy as he clamped down on his cock. “Breathe, baby.” Tadashi did just that, his breath leaving him because Osamu was pushing the rest of his dick inside him all at once. 

Tadashi’s jaw went slack, his nails digging into Osamu’s shoulders. Osamu was groaning in his ear already, stilling his hips before he completely fucked into him with no abandon. Tadashi’s eyes shut tightly, a single tear drop leaking down the bridge of his nose. 

“Hold on to me,” Osamu requested, and Tadashi hugged him so close that there was barely any room for Osamu to move. 

His thrusts were shallow, barely any weight to them as he tried to get him adjusted to his length. Tadashi gasped weakly, his nails dragging across Osamu’s arms to reach his front, cupping his face. He couldn’t do much but try to kiss him, a lick of pleasure flying through his body with every aching stretch of his cunt. 

Tadashi was making so much noise, every whimper and whine getting fucked out of him with the little thrusts that Osamu was giving him, trying his hardest to slot their lips together. Osamu was sucking on his tongue, watching the way Tadashi’s eyes got hazier and more blissful. 

A full body shudder ran through him on a particular thrust, Osamu angling his hips and pushing up into him with a grip strong enough to hold him down. He fell back on his arms, his body arching weakly. He was panting, and Osamu was practically sweating on him as he grinded his hips, trying to build up a pace. 

“Good?” He asked, breathless and unrelenting with his thrusts. Tadashi nodded quickly, letting himself relax more against the car so Osamu could jostle him around. “You feel so good, babe.”

“Samu,” he whispered, his eyes looking like they had stars in them. “So good, you’re so good.” He was grabbing Osamu’s arm, pushing it over his stomach that was slightly swollen from his cock in him. A light press and his hips start hovering off the car, coming down to meet Osamu’s own. 

“Fuck!” Tadashi practically sobbed, gripping Osamu’s wrist tight enough that it could've bruised. “Harder, please — fuck me harder.” Osamu’s dick was throbbing, and he sped up with every snap of his hips, making sure that Tadashi could feel the weight of every stroke. He was fucking him deep, watching the way tight walls clenched around his cock when he slid into him all the way.

“Taking me so pretty,” Osamu muttered, untangling his hand from Tadashi’s to grab his waist and pin him down.

Tadashi couldn't squirm or try to move too much, sucking him in with every leg-shaking thrust. He was frantically grabbing something for purchase, and his thighs were tightening up as a pressure built in his gut. His brows were pinched together, unable to control the way his eyes were rolling back with every snap of Osamu’s hips. He could barely even catch his breath, and Osamu wasn’t planning on giving him any space until he came all over him. 

“Gonna cum, fuck, I’mgonnacum,” Tadashi warned, his words mixing together in some kind of slurred language. Osamu understood it though, one of his hands fitting in between them to stroke his swollen clit. “Oh fuck !” 

“Me too, babe,” he gasped, his breath catching as he chased the high from the humidity of Tadashi’s body and the way he was dripping all over his cock. “Cum for me, baby. Do it and I’ll give it to you.”

Tadashi had no choice but to comply with that, and with Osamu’s hand splayed out across his tummy, touching him with each snap of his hips, Tadashi came so hard that his voice broke when he screamed. Osamu groaned, fucking him through it as he gushed all over his cock. Tadashi barely got to make it through his own, his legs giving out around Osamu’s hips right when he thrusted into him balls-deep, a warmth coming that was protected by the barrier of the condom. 

“ Tadashi ,” he groaned, his balls drawing up tight. Tadashi was squeezing around him, leaking between them with every sporadic twitch of his hole. 

Osamu pulled out after a few seconds, Tadashi flinching lightly at the sudden move. Osamu was ducking down wordlessly, his tongue dragging over the arousal that glistened inside Tadashi’s thighs, lapping up his juices straight from the source. Tadashi squirmed the whole time Osamu was on him, crying out softly as Osamu’s tongue fucked inside the softness of his pussy. 

“ Please ,” Tadashi whimpered, already feeling his body start to tether on the line of overstim. 

Osamu left him with a kiss on his folds, and then one on his lips for good measure. Tadashi was hardly able to contain the shivers running through him, latching onto Osamu with no intention to let go. Osamu had to juggle half of his weight and take off the condom at the same time, Tadashi feeling a sadness at the way Osamu threw it to the side. 

“It’s good, babe?” Tadashi couldn’t really speak, so he just nodded, melting against Osamu’s lips. 

His phone fell off the car hood, and he hoped the screen hadn’t cracked with the little distance it fell from. He was a mess, his mascara running and his gloss smudged on his lips. The waterliner he had on was also smudged under his eyes, and the blush of his cheeks was mixing with the natural tint from how fucked out he was. Osamu handed him his phone, and Tadashi grimaced slightly when he saw his reflection in the fortunately not-broken screen. 

“Shit, I’m a mess,” he grumbled, a hand tugging his sweaty hair back. His scrunchie had come off and everything, and Osamu was plucking it off the car to give it to him. “Thanks.”

“You’re still pretty,” Osamu offered, wiping Tadashi’s eyes to minimize the messy mascara and liner. His lips were swollen, just like his cheeks that still felt warm and Osamu was just wiping away. Tadashi pulled his hair into a slack ponytail, one that curled over his shoulder and left strands of hair falling in front of his face. “So pretty.”

Osamu was getting tired, and just when he was about to tell them that they should go back, Tadashi yawned against him. He was already fixing his soaked thong to hold his last piece of dignity, and Osamu’s eyes zeroed in on between his legs for a minute. 

“We should go back,” Tadashi said, already moving to grab Osamu’s arms and stand up. Osamu let him lean on him, supporting his weight as he helped him back into the lake house.

Some people had left, a bunch of them making out on leather couches even though others were still on the dance floor. Tadashi was still leaning on Osamu when he got dragged to the bathroom, some looks catching the corner of his eye in between. 

Tadashi was more tired than annoyed, grumbling lightly as Osamu pushed past some people. 

“Wait for me?” Tadashi asked softly, his post-orgasm haze making him clingy and so tired. 

Osamu nodded, kissing his forehead while two arms squeezed around his bicep. “Yeah, angel.” Osamu did wait, making sure to haul Tadashi by his side with a hand tucked under the strap of his thong that was showing. 

They stayed together the whole time, even when Osamu was smiling and nodding while he blanked out everything an annoyed Atsumu said about him “getting his dick wet in public.” Even when Osamu was holding him in his car, Atsumu drove them back to campus while he complained half the way. Tadashi was half-asleep and the only time he startled was when Osamu smacked Atsumu in the head for being too loud. 

“I’ll walk you back,” Osamu insisted, holding Tadashi close and trying to fix the waist of his jeans. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Mhm,” Tadashi mumbled, hugging Osamu close with his shirt pinched between two fingers. “It was all good, thank you.” Osamu pulled him in until Tadashi’s face was squishing up against his side, and they walked in silence to his dorm. Before Tadashi could make it inside with a small “goodnight,” Osamu was gently taking his hand in his own. 

“Hey,” he said, practically a greeting. 

“Hi,” Tadashi replied shyly, finally taking in everything that happened. 

“Don’t be a stranger anymore, please?”

Tadashi was quiet, a pink tint dusting over his cheeks before he nodded. “I won’t…as long as you won’t be either.” Osamu’s face lit up into a small smile, and he leaned forward to press a kiss on Tadashi’s forehead. 

“Give me your number and I promise I won’t.” Osamu squeezed his hand slightly, and Tadashi felt warm all over. Osamu did score his number, and a soft kiss on his lips before he let Tadashi go, and he knew that it wouldn’t be the last time they would see each other. 

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The flirting over text and the late night calls, Osamu answering half-naked with the lithe chain glinting under the dim LED lights. Tadashi would talk to him over the phone, the two of them making mild conversation along with the occasional bullshit from Osamu to make him laugh. The silence was comforting, but Tadashi loved the way he spoke to him over the phone. 

“What did you do today?” Tadashi was asking, a small smile on his face because he already knew him and Osamu had been texting throughout the day, safe for the story likes and flirting via replies. 

“Had practice after class. I‘m getting food though,” Osamu said, holding up a black plastic bag as he walked. 

“Be careful, it’s dark out there.” 

“You’re worried about me, Tadashi?” 

Tadashi blushed, turning the camera a little. “Of course, it’s late.”

“That’s sweet,” Osamu replied teasingly, and Tadashi blushed even harder. “I’m about to go back in though, babe.” 

“That’s good,” Tadashi muttered, pushing up his phone to put on some moisturizer. Most of the time they both got ready for bed on the phone, and Osamu was falling asleep while they were still on the phone half the time. Not that Tadashi minded, because he never hung up. 

Osamu got quiet, and Tadashi’s eyes darted over to the screen to find him looking at him, barely even concentrating on closing the door of his room. Tadashi’s face was heating up under his gaze again, and he started rubbing his cheeks a little harder in retaliation. 

“You’re pretty.” Tadashi fingers twitched over his skin for a second, trying not to smile all giddy and melting at his words. 

Osamu already told him that enough; the way he’d swipe up on Tadashi’s stories to tell him that he was gorgeous, made everything look good, and was his pretty baby. And of course, Tadashi would reply with thank yous, the little handsome to tag on at the end, and how he was all his. 

“Thank you, Miya-san,” Tadashi replied sweetly, pushing up the camera more so he couldn’t see his smile. It was always little things like that which made Tadashi so pliant and ready to do whatever this man pleased. It was things like that which made him whisper a small “I miss you, Osamu.” 

“I miss you too.” It was a quick reply, one that Osamu made sure he looked into the screen to say. “When can I see you?” 

“Um…well. My afternoon class was canceled for tomorrow, so I don’t have much to do after 3.” Tadashi honestly didn’t say anything before, not anticipating for him to want to see Osamu just like that. But, Osamu was making him do all kinds of things. “If that works for you, we can hang out.”

“I’d love that,” Osamu says, and yet again, Tadashi was blushing. 

But, that wasn’t his current concern. The only thing his mind was on was the way Osamu was caging him in on the mattress. Hands were roaming, his dick slotting up against his hole. The feel had both of them moaning, and Tadashi grabbed his hair to tug his head closer into it. 

They were supposed to be hanging out, Tadashi even brought snacks just in case, but halfway through him chilling on Osamu’s bed, hands got too touchy and words got too flirtatious. Now they were here, Osamu’s shirt and sweats flung across the room so Tadashi could find him wearing no boxers. 

“Need you,” Tadashi panted in between kisses, his back arching when Osamu grabbed him by his waist to push against him. “Fuck, I need it, Samu.” Osamu was groaning into his mouth, wordlessly nodding and making a move to get a condom. He was shuffling around his nightstand for a little while, and Tadashi’s patience only went so far. He was about to say something, but Osamu was raising his head with a look on his face that Tadashi didn’t like so much. 

“Fuck, I ran out.”

“What do you mean?” 

“The condoms, I ran out.” 

“Are you serious?” Tadashi fell back into the bedsheets, still naked from the waist down and Osamu cringed slightly at his tone. “What the hell, Miya?”

“Shit, ‘m sorry. Don’t be mad, baby.” Osamu was already coming to coddle him, pressing kisses up his stomach until their lips connected again. Any kind of sadness that was lingering in Tadashi’s gut was gone immediately, Osamu kissing him straight into the mattress. “I can get more real quick, there’s some in the car.” 

Again, Tadashi wasn’t a patient person. He shook his head against Osamu’s lips, wrapping his arms around his neck to keep their bodies pressed together. 

“No, no don’t leave — just fuck me without it.” Tadashi was breathless against him, the head of his cock brushing over his swollen clit. He was shuddering through every little touch, a melty mess in the sheets from the orgasm Osamu had already given him. 

“You sure?” Osamu asked, his voice husky and filled with need. “You could get—”

“It’s fine, it’s fine — please, I need it.” Tadashi’s voice was barely above a whisper, the begging coming through loud enough for Osamu to curse thickly, pushing into him on a swift thrust. Tadashi moaned at the sudden stretch, and Osamu was groaning just as bad because fuck he felt even better without the condom, and that was almost impossible. 

“Mmph—” Tadashi moaned breathily, spreading his legs wider to make room for him. “There — fuck, there.” 

Osamu seemed to be someone who had little to no mercy whenever he fucked, already stretching Tadashi’s legs back with a grip on his thighs that was tight enough to definitely leave marks. Tadashi liked it though, the bruises and the view. He was open enough for the two of them to see the way his thick cock glided through his cunt, soaking on each thrust. 

Tadashi was trying to kiss, very unsuccessful in each attempt to get their lips together with the snap of Osamu’s hips. His moans were broken, each thrust making his legs writhe against Osamu’s body. He fucked rougher than the last time, shoving Tadashi up against the sheets everytime because Osamu had been holding back way too long before. Tadashi moaned loud on a thrust right where he needed it, and Osamu’s hand was fitting on his neck in seconds. Tadashi started gripping him so hard that he had to put in more effort to fuck inside him, broken moans falling from plump lips underneath him. 

“ Fuck ,” Osamu couldn’t stop with how good he felt, tightening his fingers slightly around the sides of his throat. 

Tadashi twitched around him, and about two more grinds got through before he was clamping down on him tight, soaking his cock. Osamu fucked him through it, deep thrusts that shoved his dick inside him fully. Tadashi was arching and shaking on his cock, Osamu holding him and fucking him so good that he felt him in every part of his body. 

He barely had time to recover from his orgasm before Osamu was pulling out of him, a weak whimper leaving him. He stroked his wet cock, watching the mess between Tadashi’s thighs that would soon spread to the bedsheets. 

“Samu,” Tadashi croaked weakly, trying to stretch his loose limbs that were getting tangled in the bedsheets. There was sweat, his cum, and that vanilla perfume that Tadashi was obsessed with mixing in the sheets, and it only made Osamu more unhinged. 

“Let me fuck you again, baby.” Fuck, Tadashi couldn’t do much but nod when Osamu was looking at him like that.

Osamu was quickly tugging at the hem of his shirt, helping Tadashi pull it off into his reach with his soft, pierced nipples. It was a light work of Tadashi finding himself at the edge of the bed on his knees, waiting anxiously for Osamu to fuck him again. Osamu slid back in easily, and both of them sighed at the feeling, a squelching from the extra lube and how soaked he was filling the air. A hand was already fisting in Tadashi’s hair, pulling it back so he could stay arched as Osamu fucked into him. 

Tadashi felt tears prick in his eyes from the sensitivity, threatening to fall when Osamu slammed into him hard. His pretty little ass was getting redder with each stroke, and Osamu could only think about how good he looked like this, fucked out and dripping all over him. Each thrust and tug back made Tadashi moan, and Osamu couldn’t get enough. The way his cock was kissing his cervix on every thrust, Tadashi wasn’t going to last, his moans turning into sobs and little incoherent pleas. 

“Look at you, getting tight on me already,” Osamu breathes, watching the way he sucked him to the hilt. Tadashi whined, tears falling from his eyes. “You wanna cum?”

“Please,” Tadashi says, wheezing and desperate while another orgasm builds up in him as quick as the last. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck me —”

Osamu likes hearing him beg, maybe a little too much. It only got him to fuck Tadashi harder somehow, and nails were digging into the hand around his waist. Osamu was practically bullying his dick inside him on each thrust, and he knew Tadashi was about to cum hard with the little mewls and incoherent garbles that were supposed to be his words. 

Osamu let go of his hip, pushing them skin to skin with his front on Tadashi’s back. A hand was reaching around Tadashi's chest and as soon as one brushed over the sensitive bud, Tadashi was sobbing through another orgasm. The blankets underneath them were definitely a mess, and Tadashi squirted through his orgasm until Osamu was coaxing him down from his high, his body trembling in his hands. 

“Osamu,” Tadashi gasped, frantically grabbing at his arm for contact. “Cum. I want it.” Osamu didn’t listen though, already pulling out of him before he was painting his ass white. Tadashi whimpered, a warmth covering his sticky skin.

He was still panting, and Osamu pulled him close to whisper how good he was, how pretty he sounded taking his dick, and how he’d cum inside him the next time they fucked. Tadashi was barely coherent, trying to get his breathing in check with Osamu’s heartbeat steadying behind him. The only thing he could think about though, was that he’d have to ask Osamu to hang out way more often. 

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It became a thing, all of it. The teasing, the sexual innuendos, the picture taking, Osamu sneaking out of practice to see Tadashi in the dining hall, the bubble tea buying and coffee drinking, the sex. 

The sex definitely became a thing. Tadashi was finding himself in Osamu’s arms, pressed up against his chest more than once a week. 

Osamu was sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, the hem of his shirt getting tugged at. Today was different, because Osamu was manhandling him all over the place, and Tadashi was smiling with every smack of his lips against his face. 

“Was class good?” Tadashi asked through his little laughs, Osamu pushing him down on his bed and already trailing kisses down his stomach. 

Loose shorts, easier to take off, Tadashi was getting stripped of them in seconds. 

“Mhm,” Osamu says absentmindedly, Tadashi’s legs falling over his shoulders so Osamu could put his mouth on him. “Have my lecture later, though.”

Tadashi nodded his head in understanding, and Osamu was pulling and tugging until he got his lips on him. Tadashi was already moaning from the suck on his clit, his legs spreading over his shoulders more. Osamu loved how his thighs squeezed around his head, tugging him in close and making sure he spread him out enough to touch him all over. 

“Osamu,” Tadashi cried out softly, his hand clutching one of the bed sheets the same way Osamu was holding his thighs. “Samu, please.” 

His head was spinning already, hot and taken over by an ache that only he could help. His back arched, the heels of his feet digging into Osamu’s shoulders when he fucked his tongue over his clit, sliding between his folds so he could tongue at his cunt. He was a mess between his legs, and Osamu was only making him messier. 

The rough pads of Osamu’s fingers were moving to his ass, grabbing a hold of him to make sure he stayed somewhat in place. Tadashi was squirming all over his tongue, with the sounds of Osamu's mouth against him and that hazy, unfocused look in his eyes making him want to go insane. Osamu was groaning against him within minutes, feeling the way he leaked all over his lips and tried using his legs to push him closer to his face. 

Tadashi wasn’t expecting it, but as soon as Osamu’s hand connected with his thigh, he nearly wailed in the room. Both of them felt the way he throbbed at the feeling, biting his lip to the point that it was swollen in an effort to keep his noises down. Osamu spanked him between all the licking and sucking, and Tadashi was closer than ever in no time. 

“Baby— I can’t, ‘m gonna cum,” he choked, planting both his hands on the bed while he practically humped Osamu’s face with this insatiable need to cum. 

Osamu nodded, because he could feel the twitching, and the way slick was dripping down his chin. As soon as he shoved his tongue in his hole again, Tadashi was shaking through an orgasm, stars bursting behind his eyes. He pulled off, watching the way he spasmed and leaked around nothing before he was kissing Tadashi breathless, his lips coated in his cum. 

Tadashi’s legs were hovering closed unconsciously, and Osamu blindly pulled one of them so he could open up again. 

Osamu eventually started tugging off his shorts, some cargo ones that Tadashi thought his thighs looked good in. He was practically gagging for it, fumbling to help Osamu get his dick out so he could get fucked until he can’t think. It wasn’t until Osamu started kissing his jaw and chin that Tadashi was getting distracted, a light laugh leaving him when Osamu pushed his weight down on him. 

Clothes were flying off, because neither of them couldn’t go without being able to feel each other skin to skin. 

“Wanna try something?” Osamu asks against his face, wrapping his arms around his waist to pull him into his lap. 

“What’s that?” Tadashi was hugging Osamu close to his body. 

“You remember what I said last time?” Osamu’s voice was barely above a whisper, and Tadashi was already blushing just from the memory of last time. Osamu smiled softly. “About how I’d cum inside you?” Yeah, not just from that night, but the amount of times he’d thought about Osamu doing him again when they sent each other nudes was also a good reminder. He nodded, focusing on Osamu with a look that told him all he needed to know. 

“Mhm, we can do it.” 

And Osamu wasted zero time, holding Tadashi up in his lap so he could grab a hold of his dick. He was sopping wet, both of them gasping when the head of his cock brushed against Tadashi’s clit. He let him slick his cock up in his juices, relishing in every writhe Tadashi gave on top of him at the feeling. It was slow, Tadashi taking his time to just feel Osamu for a little bit. Osamu seemed to be patient, stroking small circles over his thighs and whispering little nothings. 

Tadashi whimpered when Osamu’s hips bucked against him unintentionally, making his tip catch at his sticky folds. He took a deep breath, his spine arched and hazy eyes stuck on Osamu’s own when he slid down on his cock. Tadashi was so wet that he bottomed out in one go, gasping at how deep he felt and Osamu groaned underneath him. 

“Fuck, ‘Shi.” Tadashi was able to watch Osamu’s eyes flutter, his brows furrowed in pleasure and he was throbbing . “Such a good boy.” Tadashi whimpered even louder at the praise, already trying to subtly grind his hips against Osamu’s. 

Osamu has a grip on his ass, spreading him open and pushing him forward. He couldn’t help himself, already fucking into him to try and find a rhythm. Tadashi latched onto him, meeting every stroke until he was practically bouncing his ass all over Osamu’s lap, his dick disappearing inside of him on each slap of his hips. They were moving quick, every thrust harder than the last until both of their thighs were tinting red, setting a pace fast enough that Tadashi could barely even breathe. 

“Yes, yes — fuck, Osamu!” Tadashi didn’t even know what he was saying, singing his praises on top of him and choking on them when Osamu wrapped a hand around his throat. “ Fuck .” It was leverage, and Tadashi was getting pushed down on his cock with every buck of his hips, his clit rubbing against his pubes. 

“Last time…” Osamu panted, tightening his grip around Tadashi’s throat to watch this way his eyes rolled. “You liked it, right?” His other hand was fitting on his chest and over one of his nipples, rolling one between his fingers.

“Ah!” Tadashi cried out, his hips twitching to a stop on top of Osamu. Osamu was honestly surprised that he didn’t cum with how hard he squeezed him, leaning forward and draping his body against Osamu’s. “Osamu—”

“Cum for me, babe. I need it. Need you to cum on my cock.”

Tadashi wasn’t ready for when Osamu surged forward, wrapping his lips around one of his nipples to suck on it. He arched up, nearly lifting off his cock if it wasn’t for the grip Osamu has on his neck. He cried out, desperate and wet with all the pleasure he was feeling at once. His teeth nipped at the sensitive bud, tugging at his piercing. Tadashi bucked against him harder, and Osamu seemed to like that, grinding into him to feel the way he gripped around him. 

Tadashi leaned onto him, pushing Osamu’s face in his chest and bouncing all over his dick so he could cum. His thighs were sore from exertion, but that only made the pleasure more intense as Osamu’s hand moved to palm at his ass. He slammed him down on his cock, keeping his mouth on his chest the whole time.

Tadashi has no choice but to cum with the way Osamu slapped his ass hard, and he barely got to ride it out on top of him before he was getting flipped over. He fell on his side, Osamu pushing his leg up over his hip to stroke him through it. He was still shaking slightly beneath him, Osamu stilling his hips and swallowing every moan that was slipping past his lips. 

“Good boy, coming when I tell you to.” The praise was making Tadashi rosy and blissed out, practically trying to milk Osamu’s dick till he came. “Missed making you cum, baby.” Tadashi honestly couldn’t believe how Osamu’s voice and words alone had him feeling like he was about to cum again , and he laughed, breathless and so fucking out of it. 

“Want you to cum,” he tells Osamu, wrapping his arms around his neck with this fucked out smile on his pretty face. “Cum before you…” he trailed off, his words breaking off into a moan when Osamu started shallowly fucking him again. “Yeah, yes, please.” 

“Pretty boy,” Osamu cooed, snatching him up to fuck him straight through the mattress. “You like how I fuck you?” It was punctuated with a particularly hard thrust, and Tadashi was arching off the mattress. 

“Yes, I love your cock.” Tadashi was borderline hysteric, everything sounding small and choked when it fell off his lips. “I love it so much — want you all the time. Fuck, I need it, need you .” Osamu moaned against his lips, his dick kicking inside him. “Osamu, please . Cum inside me, don’t you like how I feel?” 

“I love it,” Osamu choked out, his thrusts getting more erratic by the second. Tadashi was eating it up. “Always so wet for me, sucking me in so fucking good baby — think about this pussy all the time.” Tadashi licked across his neck, kissing over his sweat-slick skin to hear Osamu’s groans fill the atmosphere. “Gonna make me cum, baby.” 

“Inside,” Tadashi practically sighed out, his nails clawing at Osamu’s arm. “Want you to fill me up, please. Need you in me, Samu.” It was soft and sweet, unshed tears glinting in Tadashi’s drowsy eyes.

Osamu moaned low, some shaky thrusts pulling through before his dick twitched inside him. Tadashi moaned high in pitch when Osamu came inside him, filling him up with thick ribbons of cum. Osamu was practically wrestling him into a kiss, holding him tight to fuck his cum inside him. 

“Tadashi,” he groaned out, making him take it with every twitch and spurt of his cock. “Cum for me, cum and I’ll make sure you’re having my baby.” Tadashi choked on air, cumming again all over Osamu’s cock, sobbing through it. Osamu made a noise of approval, holding him so tight that Tadashi had no kind of escape from his well-needed warmth. 

So gorgeous , love seeing you like this , all the little praises that Osamu was giving him, Tadashi’s eyes were blurring with the tears leaking from them. 

“Don’t let anyone else do you like this, baby. I don’t want anyone else to have you,” Osamu whispers, almost a beg. Tadashi nods, because Osamu didn’t need to beg, not when he knew that anything he wanted, he’d give him. 

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Tadashi loves how Osamu kisses him, pressing his weight down on his body and making him feel warm with his own body heat. He was smiling into every kiss, every little mutter of endearment. The washer that Tadashi was getting caged in on was spinning, the dirty load from their earlier activities almost done. Tadashi was always a little needier after he came, and Osamu seemed to be clingy with the things he liked. 

“Wait, the machine’s done,” Tadashi uttered in between the smooches and Osamu was pressing a kiss on his temple before pulling away. “We gotta hurry, you have…a little over half an hour,” Tadashi tells him, pulling out his phone to check the time. 

“I could skip.” Osamu was taking Tadashi’s hand up in his, squeezing it slightly for contact. “Wanna stay with you for now.”

“Don’t skip,” Tadashi chastised. Osamu was already getting touchy again, sliding his hands under Tadashi’s hoodie, wrapping his hands around his bare waist. 

He was getting tugged into a gentle kiss, one that was slow and made him forget about the laundry that had to be put in the dryer. Tadashi let Osamu slide his leg in between his thighs, holding him during their little make out session until he started moaning a little too much. Tadashi let Osamu smother him in light kisses while they put the clothes in the dryer together, and little smiles and flirting went on while they talked about random things.

When Osamu would tell him he was “the most gorgeous boy” and how he was lucky to have him, Tadashi would practically melt in his arms. Osamu was scooping up the laundry when they were done, and he was wooing Tadashi all the way back to his dorm where he settled to put on his sheets later. Tadashi was helping Osamu find something to wear to his lecture, and he ended up in a comfy outfit that he’d definitely fall asleep in during the class. 

“Here,” Tadashi says, brushing back Osamu’s messy hair to make it look less like he had sex and more like it was just for the style. “You look…nice,” he mutters, a light blush on his face. 

“Thank you, pretty.” Osamu pressed a chaste kiss on his lips, making sure that he ran a hand straight through Tadashi’s scalp, because he knew he liked getting his hair played with more than anything. “I’ll text you, okay?” 

“Yeah,” Tadashi murmured, tugging on Osamu’s t-shirt. “Osamu,” he called out after, looking at him with these bright eyes. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“Me too,” Osamu replied almost instantly, cupping his face to plant a kiss on his lips again. “So much.”

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Osamu’s cum was dripping straight from Tadashi’s hole, both of them going at it right after Osamu came back from practice. Tadashi was on top of him, getting his tongue sucked on as Osamu’s dick smeared cum across his stomach. Heavy breathing, sweaty skin, and now Tadashi’s disgusting sheets, and neither of them cared about anything else but each other. The way Tadashi was holding Osamu’s wrists, feeling his arms and everywhere else that he could. 

“We’re gonna have to do laundry again,” he tells him, pulling away to freshen up the hickeys on Osamu’s neck. 

“Wait, let’s just stay here for now.” Osamu was hugging Tadashi close, already on his way to falling asleep with Tadashi straddling him like this. “I’ll look after it, babe, don’t worry.” Tadashi didn’t have to worry about that, because Osamu always stayed true to his word. 

He patted a hand through Osamu’s dark hair, pushing them both back until they were sinking into the two pillows that weren’t strung across the bed and the floor. Or ruined. 

“Mkay,” Tadashi agreed, splaying himself out on top of Osamu’s body. It was silent for the most part, Tadashi feeling Osamu’s heartbeat against his skin. He was close to falling asleep, a warmth from Osamu canceling out everything else. 

“Tadashi,” Osamu called out, making Tadashi’s eyes flutter open. He hummed his acknowledgement, still slumped against Osamu. “I like you.”

Tadashi giggled because Osamu said that a lot. “I like you too.” 

“Then let’s get together.” Tadashi’s eyes widened, all possible signs of sleep leaving his body in seconds. “Be mine, baby.”

“Osamu…” Tadashi started. 

 I’ll treat you right, fuck you however you want, maybe give you a ba—”

“Osamu!” Tadashi stuttered out, his brain practically malfunctioning at the fact that Osamu was telling him this. “You’re crazy.” 

“Yeah, I always am when I’m with you.” Tadashi choked. “And — I got your letter.” Tadashi then froze up, to the point that Osamu could feel it. Tadashi didn’t know what to say with everything he was hearing, but Osamu was recovering for him. “I don’t know if you still feel the same way, but if you don’t—”

“I do,” Tadashi cut him off, already shutting down any doubts that there were no underlying feelings to this. “Osamu, I like you a lot. But, I didn’t know how you felt or like…if this would go anywhere in the end.” 

Osamu looked at him like he had two heads, and to be honest Tadashi could see how surprising it sounded aloud. Osamu would swipe up on all his stories, even ones that were purely just bullshit, and he’d listen to Tadashi rant about his professors at all hours of the night. Even when he was in his dorm or in the dining hall after a good fuck, he’d always make sure he was okay. 

“The boy that I’m practically obsessed with wrote something like that about me, and you didn’t think it would work out?” Well, he had a point. 

“Osamu, you’re everyone’s wildest dream.” Osamu raises an eyebrow at that, a hard boost to his ego. Tadashi could barely even format his words. “You know what I mean.”

“And you’re mine.” Tadashi had no words for that, already feeling tears forming in his eyes. “You know what I mean. I miss you all the time, every part of you. The way we laugh, the walk we talk, the way we fuck,” Tadashi was blushing as a tear fell down his face. “You make me happy, Tadashi. And I wanna make you happy, so let me. I promise I wouldn’t do you wrong.”

“ Osamu ,” Tadashi says softly, wiping his teary eyes. “Yeah, yes — I’ll be yours.” And Tadashi was surging forward to capture his lips, cupping his jaw gently. 

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Osamu took him on a date, their first one that wasn’t the dining hall or somewhere near the campus. It was one of those drive-in movies, and Osamu bought him takeout, snacks from the store and bubble tea to satiate him for the time being. Tadashi was clutching his arm while he leaned on him, half-shoving his face in Osamu’s shoulder blade when some jump scares came on during the horror fest. 

They laughed together and took low quality pictures in the darkness of Osamu’s car, which ended up in a make out session towards the end of the movies. They were on a vacant road behind a pumpkin patch, the lights bright and those Halloween decorations glowing in the distance. 

“Osamu,” Tadashi says, flushed and out of breath as Osamu left kisses on his collar bone. “Shouldn’t we go back?”

“You kissed me first,” Osamu counters, his tongue snaking out to lick over his skin. Tadashi moaned, his hips bucking up against Osamu’s. He was straddling him in the back, not able to get enough of the soft kisses and the tongues tangling and the hands wandering. 

“I can’t help myself,” Tadashi tells him, a blush evident on his face. 

“Neither can I.” Osamu proves his point by sliding his hips under Tadashi’s shirt, feeling him all over until he could feel the warmth of his hands on his chest. Tadashi gasped, his hands finding Osamu’s and guiding them over him. 

“Miya —” Tadashi tried, but he was cut off when Osamu’s hand was moving to cup him through the fabric of his shorts. “Osamu…” Two fingers were stroking over his cunt through his clothes, and he couldn’t resist the urge to start grinding against him. 

“Yeah, baby?” Osamu was putting pressure over his clit, and Tadashi felt arousal start seeping onto his underwear. He breathed out, finding a hold on Osamu’s shoulders and trying to get close to him. Osamu made a noise of approval, kissing his jaw and nipping at the skin there. 

“Aren’t you —” Tadashi swallowed, trying to get his words together. “Aren’t you gonna take them off?” 

“Thought you wanted to go back, first.” 

“ Miya-san ,” Tadashi’s shorts felt damp, uncomfortable to go back in at this point, and he honestly looked tired when he called Osamu out on his teasing. 

Osamu kissed his annoyance right off, tugging at his shorts to pull them off. Tadashi was helping, a little awkward with him eventually having to move off Osamu and take them off on his own. 

“Nice show.” Tadashi threw his shorts at him in an effort for him to shut up, but Osamu was shutting up for a totally different reason. 

Tadashi had gotten dressed in his dorm, and Osamu didn’t bat an eyelash when he saw him going through his clothes. He knew that Tadashi started leaving stuff in his dorm for his unexpected visits, so there was really no question as to why he could’ve been looking through his stuff. But he could definitely see it now, with Tadashi wearing his boxers, damp and darkened at the center, practically fucking ruined. 

Tadashi watched Osamu’s eyes dilate, his breath hitching for a second before he let out a mutter of him being “so sexy.” Tadashi already knew Osamu liked possessive acts like that, when he left hickeys dark enough that Tadashi looked like he got sucked by a vampire, and how he’d scratch Osamu’s back more than he’d move his hips while riding him. But that was partially because of the pleasure, too. 

“You wore these for me?” Osamu asked, soft and lewd as he leaned forward to kiss him again. Tadashi nodded, his face heating up even as he kissed Osamu back. He clumsily took off his boxers, throwing them to the side of the leather seats when Osamu grabbed him. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty — so pretty wearing my stuff, babe.” Tadashi whimpered against his lips, fondling with his drawstring until he could pull his dick out. Osamu groaned, his hips lifting slightly to buck up into his hand. 

He was hard, and every little touch had his dick twitching in Tadashi’s hand. 

“Want me to…?” Tadashi asked, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear before he went back to stroking over Osamu’s cock. 

“I’m gonna cum, wait.” Osamu choked on his words, and Tadashi pulled off him before he came in his hand and not inside of him, right where he wanted it. “Baby—”

Tadashi was already climbing on top of him, bracing himself on Osamu’s thighs and pushing his cock between his folds. Tadashi shivered, the buck of Osamu’s hips spurring him until he heard Osamu spit into his palm, and he was pulling Tadashi’s hand away to wrap around his cock. Osamu slid all the way inside him, their eyes locked with Tadashi’s hips rocking on top of him. 

“Fuck, Osamu,” Tadashi moaned, already grinding in small circles to get some kind of friction. His teeth tucked between his bottom lip, sweaty under his clothes and desperately fucking himself in Osamu’s lap. “Osamu,” he couldn’t stop saying his name, and Osamu was taking in all his sounds, gripping his hips and letting him do as he pleased. 

“Keep going, don’t stop,” Osamu encourages, one of his hands leaving his hips to tug his hair back. 

Tadashi got pulled into a deeper arch, trying to build up a rhythm with each roll of his hips. A shaky gasp, he tangled his hands in Osamu’s hair, leaning forward to feel it against his clit. He eventually found one, bouncing in his lap and letting out little sobs everytime Osamu yanks his hair back harder, feeling every clench and twitch from the stinging in his scalp. 

“Look at me,” Osamu asks, tugging him around so he could look down at him. Tadashi’s eyes are so blissed out, dilated and dazed like he was drunk, his lips glossy with drool. Osamu loved seeing him like that. “Take this off, babe.” Tadashi nodded dumbly, slowing his movements to take off his shirt and throw it on the console. “Good boy.” Tadashi was shakily trying to raise himself off his cock again, but his hips stuttered when Osamu’s tongue darted out to lick over his nipple, looking right in his eyes as he did. 

“Mmmm,” Tadashi moans weakly, jerking on top of him at the sudden stimulation. Osamu was grabbing the other one, fucking up into him slowly yet steady enough that Tadashi’s eyes rolled. “That’s good, it’s so good.” 

Osamu was still touching all over him through all the licking and sucking, snatching him by his hair again and keeping him open for Osamu to put his lips on him. Maybe it was all the attention at once, but Tadashi was getting so loud that Osamu could tell that if you listened close enough to the car you could hear it. His words were becoming more broken and high-pitched, dripping all over his cock and the leather seats. 

Tadashi was getting more feverish, his begs and pleas getting more shameless and pleasing to Osamu’s ears. 

“I’m gettin’ close, baby.”

“Inside, inside, inside — fill me up, Samu. Please , please cum inside.” Tadashi was getting closer by the minute, his gut tightening up and his legs tensing in all his bouncing. 

“Yeah? Want daddy to fuck a baby in you?” 

Tadashi wailed, the thought of having Osamu’s kids sending him into some kind of frenzy, his breath catching on every stroke. Osamu groaned when he clamped down on him, and he shoved his fingers in Tadashi’s mouth to quiet him. 

“Yes! Please, yes — I need you, please, I need it.” It was slurred behind Osamu’s fingers, and he was fucking him hard, his other hand moving to rub his clit with each stroke. “Daddy, you’re making me cum, fuck—” 

Tadashi choked when Osamu shoved his fingers further in his mouth, and at that moment his vision went dark for a moment, his irises rolling back as he came messy all over Osamu’s cock. Osamu didn’t stop, not until he came inside him, trying to get his cum as deep as he could. 

Both of them knew it was tactless because Tadashi was already on his pill and wasn’t exactly planning on getting pregnant in college, but that wasn’t the point. 

Tadashi moaned wetly, riding it out on his cock with his tongue out, drooling all over Osamu’s fingers. He didn’t come to his senses until he felt Osamu go lax underneath him, still pulsing and squeezing around his softening cock with every heartbeat he took. His hand smacked against the window, foggy with the smell of sex in the car. 

“Osamu,” he gasped, no energy left in his body with everything that just happened. 

“Yeah, hold on,” was all he got in response, and Osamu was moving around so he could grab a tissue from the console. “Your makeup.” Tadashi was wiping the messy mascara from his eyes, because it wasn’t the waterproof one since he was rushing out of Osamu’s dorm. 

“Gotta pull out, baby,” Osamu whispers in his ear after a few minutes, and Tadashi just nodded and nuzzled his cheek for a second. He winced slightly when he pulled out of him, a bit of his cum starting to drip out of him. “Wait.” He grabbed another tissue that Tadashi was scooping up, holding it so his cum wouldn’t drip too much as he put on Osamu’s boxers. “Fuck, I won’t get over that.” 

“Miya…” Tadashi grumbled, watching the way Osamu’s dick twitched at the sight. “Let’s go so I can change these, please.” 

“Take another pair when we get back, ‘kay?” Osamu leaned over, pressing a kiss on his forehead when Tadashi whined in embarrassment. “For me?”

When he said it like that, Tadashi couldn’t help but give in. “Fine, just…wait till we get back to go again.” 

“Yeah, okay,” Osamu agreed, because both of them knew exactly what that meant as he climbed into the front seat. 

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“So you’re telling me, you’ve been with Miya-san this whole time?” Yachi nearly squawked while she rushed with him through the halls. “What the fuck ?” 

He was telling her the story, from the laundry room to the friends with benefits to now because he couldn’t contain it anymore even though he said he’d wait it out a bit. Yachi was honestly more surprised than upset, understanding the logic of keeping everything on the low with how fast it happened with a person like him. 

He just got out of his lecture, one that lasted about an hour and half. He was currently rushing to try and find Osamu, who was going away for a tournament. 

Tadashi didn’t even get to say his proper goodbyes with how packed his schedule was. He had time now before his evening class, but Osamu was also supposed to be leaving now. 

“I just wanna say bye before he leaves, since we won’t see each other for a few days,” he rushed out, tugging that unnecessary scrunchie off his hair to let it fall. 

“He’s probably in the front, I don’t think they boarded yet.” Yachi was starting to slow down, her eyes darting around to the rooms in the hall. “And my class starts…now. Good luck babe!” Tadashi scoffed at the fact that she was practically going to be late just because she was there with him, but he would’ve done the same exact thing. 

Tadashi was practically sweating under his sweats by the time he got to the front, but he sighed in relief to see the team still gathering to board the bus. Osamu was standing near his brother, the two of them talking up a storm. 

The swing of the door was a bit dramatic, and everyone turned on instinct to see Tadashi breathing heavily while dropping his bag down on his arm. Osamu merely blinked, a surprise registering after seeing who it was. “Miya…”

“Tadashi-kun?” He was wearing that Todai cap, the one that Tadashi bought him from the campus store during one of the pep rallies. 

“Miya-san,” he repeated, a blush coming onto his face as it always did whenever he was in his presence. “I wanted to wish you good luck with the games.” Osamu’s eyes brightened a bit, still surprised at the fact that he even came all this way when he had a lecture that was nearly across campus. 

“Yeah?” Osamu teased, meeting him halfway with his bag hanging off his shoulder. “I’m listening, babe.” 

Atsumu choked at the pet name. It seemed like Osamu had respected his wishes about keeping it a secret too. 

Tadashi took a deep breath, and Osamu was getting pulled in with a tug on his shirt. His hand instinctively slid to Tadashi’s waist, finding his pants hanging low, his fingers twitching over the band of his boxers. Osamu looked down, and of course he knew that they were his.

“Is this the good luck?” Tadashi nodded, and Osamu smiled when Tadashi started leaning in. 

“Good luck, Samu.” And Tadashi pulled Osamu’s hat off, just so he could press a kiss on his lips right then and there. For good luck.