ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔪

"Oh fuck~!" Ayame moaned, nails digging into Osamu's shoulders. Osamu hummed, looking up at her while he sucked on her clit. Ayame whimpered, biting her lip as a hand flew up to cover her mouth. Osamu flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub, before slipping it down and pushing it into her hole. He pressed her stomach down with his hand and Ayame cried out, her fingers rubbing her clit while she watched him with a flushed face and wide pupils. Osamu pulled out his tongue and pressed it flat against her clit, humming again while he gripped her thighs, already dotted with dark hickeys. Her legs wrapped around his neck as she tried to pull him in.

"Close?" He asked, kissing her inner thigh while he looked up at her. She nodded, trembling as she closed her eyes. "Good girl~" Osamu slipped the tip of his finger inside while he sucked her clit harder. Ayame whined, arching her back and gasping as she climaxed.

"Nngh~oh... fuck... 'Samu..." She panted, shaking. She squeaked, oversensitive as she tried to pull away. "'Samu-'Samu~!" She whined. He released her clit and smirked. Ayame let out a few soft noises as he pulled down her skirt, grabbing her underwear that had been crumpled on the table. She wobbled as she stood and pulled it back on, running her fingers through her hair and sighing.

"What made you want to do that?" She inquired. Osamu furrowed his brow.

"What? 'M not allowed to wanna treat my girl?"

Ayame placed her hands on her hips.

"Well... I just don't know many guys who would choose to eat someone out." Ayame tugged at her skirt, frowning as she failed to hide the purple marks he had left on her legs.

"Well, you dated assholes then," Osamu replied, shoving his hands in his pockets and grinning. Ayame looked away but he could tell she was smiling. "I like treatin' ya good," he declared, walking over. "You deserve it."

Either that or Osamu was feeling guilty.

When he woke up that morning he remembered everything. He barely had an appetite. He was greeted with a hangover and unwelcomed thoughts. Thoughts of him. How was he supposed to face Ayame? He couldn't tell her what happened. It was an accident. A one-time thing. So Osamu figured he give her some loving. It was more for him than for Ayame, though. Because... in all honesty... he wanted it.

To do it again. He wanted Suna again.

Not romantically. He couldn't go through that train wreck again.

But fuck... it had been a while since he had really good sex.

But he knew better than to go looking for Suna. It was a mistake for both of them. Osamu had decided after that day, he wasn't going to see Suna again. He was going to ignore him for real. No more longing feelings or goo-goo eyes. Just... no more Suna.

So when he reached school and spotted Ayame, he quietly asked her to meet him in one of the classrooms on the third floor after second-period and ate her out.

But... he wasn't hard. Her moans were delicate and wonderful. They grew louder and breathier as she drew closer to orgasm. And her skin was pale. Easy to mark and bruise. She was gorgeous, so why...? Why could Osamu appreciate it?

He didn't have a problem before. He was aroused by her quite a lot if anything. Who wouldn't be at his age? But now... all he could think was...

Suna's moans are a little bit lower. And a little bit... better.

He had been beating himself up over it all day. He did very well with ignoring Suna, not even noticing the way his teammate lingered before taking his seat. And then at practice that evening, he worked well with the blocker without uttering a word or appearing uncomfortable. Age seemed to help him. He was maturing.