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Warning: Mature Content
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"'Samu," You moan as he brings his lips down to your neck, sucking slightly, surely leaving a mark once he got to the point in which he was sure your uniform would cover it up. "Stop that, the team will be here in five minutes."
He huffs and breaks his lips away from below your color bone, revealing the purple bruise he had been working on. "How many times have I told you to stop calling me that, only Tsumu calls me that and he's that last person I want to be thinking of, especially when we're doing this," He says before pressing his lips back onto yours. Osamu immediately slips his tongue into your mouth, making you moan into the kiss. His hands, calloused from years of spiking volleyballs, make their way to under your thighs and lifts you up from the ground.
In return, you hook your leps around his waist and he moves one of his hands to underneath you. Burying your hands into his hair coarse hair, you pull at the roots softly, that, along with your chest pressed against his, and the slight movement you were doing on his lower region, caused him to groan into the kiss.
"I'm serious Osamu, we need to get going," You say between kisses, yet once his lips were pressed against yours, the thought of the entire team walking in on you on the supply closet went to the back of your mind. Besides, you would much rather stay here with your boyfriend than follow through on your manager duties.
"Just five more minutes," He asks, his voice dripping with a need to be with you. His face was inches from yours and his eyes were filled with love, not lust as you would normally see making out with a hormonal teenage boy, but love. "Please," He moves the hand on your thigh up to your face to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.
"Fine," You giggle while once again pressing his lips into yours, not rushed like before, but rather as if the kiss spoke to him, dropping words that meant morethan all the riches in the world. And tp him, they did.
Osamu and you had known each other since the beginning of the year, when you came on as the teams manager. Of course, his brother had taken an immediate attraction to you and on the second day of you attending practice, asked you out on a date.
Obviously, you had refused, but that didn't stop his flirtations actios towards you, and it also didn't stop a few other members of the team from talking about how cute you were or how they wanted to date you while you weren't around.
Unlike his teammates, Osamu didn't voice his attraction to you, but rather decided to stay in silence and grow a relationship with you. As friends.
Osamu became your person on the team. You would complain about the extensive and seemingly pointless stats the coach would have you take on the players and he would groan about his twin brothers endless nagging to practice with him.
