𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 | Osamu Miya x Reader

I love you

With bated breath and glaring eyes, your mind draws a blank from Osamu's words. "I'm not your baby gi--" Osamu's raised eyebrow causes you to choke up on your words. The intense stare he gives you is enough for you to be put in your place.

"Come again?" Osamu takes one step forward, his tone a low growl.

You gulp in response, eyes still on Osamu's face. His hand gingerly cups your jaw. Osamu grazes his thumb against your lips and speaks in a soft whisper. "I'm waiting Y/N. Tell me loud and clear that you want nothing to do with me and I'll leave for good."

His words sends a chill down your spine and your words are stuck in your throat.

Of course that is the last thing you want him to do.

Osamu leaving from your life forever is an idea you feared the most. You force yourself to look away from him and scrunch your face in annoyance.

You feel pathetic for wanting him so badly.

But it's hard to resist him when he's so damn sexy when he's acting like this.

You extend a hand up to dig your nails into his wrist. Osamu grits his teeth from the pain but he remains calm. "Fuck you Osamu." You hiss out before roughly jerking his arm down, forcing him to lean forward. Your lips roughly press against his.

Osamu's mind completely blanks out and his breath hitches when he feels Y/N's soft plush lips against his. Her kisses are full of anger causing them to be heated and sloppy. Osamu clutches the back of her head, keeping her lips on his.

The two begin to kiss to make up the loss time. Because of their inner frustrations, the two release their anger with rough kisses and lip biting. Osamu slowly guides Y/N towards her bed, their lips hardly parting from one another.

You feel Osamu gaining control over the situation. You can't just let him have everything he wants. You have to be selfish too. Your tongue parts his lips apart and there's a soft groan rumbling from his throat. The sound pleasant to your ears.

Osamu melts into your palm as you flick against his tongue and explore his mouth. He struggles to regain the reigns in the situation when your hand rubs at his crotch. He whines slightly when you squeeze the sensitive area.

Osamu pulls away to catch his breath. He's not stupid to not know that Y/N is trying to take the lead. But he wouldn't let her have her way. It seems like she's forgotten who's the leader when it comes to the bedroom. His mouth attacks her collarbone. Gliding his tongue against her bare skin, she squirms underneath him.

Damn, did he miss her sweet whimpers.

You roughly cup Osamu's face, pulling him back to your lips. Your eyes and his are both the same-- clouded with lust and desire. Osamu breaks the moment of eye contact by peppering you with kisses down your jawline. He climbs onto the bed with his knees on each side of your thighs.