𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 | Osamu Miya x Reader

He's clingy too

Y/N lulls to sleep with her head resting on Osamu's lap. Osamu lowers his eyes onto her peaceful face with a smile. She made a fuss for him to paint with her and she's the one who's done the least painting today.

Turning his head to the side, he stares at her canvas. Despite him being the one to say for her to not peek at his painting, he's the one to steal a glance at her work without her awareness. His heart flutters when he realizes that Y/N's painted him. His back facing towards him with the beautiful greenery and flowers of the park.

He snickers under his breath and returns his eyes on Y/N's sleeping face.

"So that's why you kept looking over, huh?" Osamu whispers. His fingers tuck her stray hairs behind her ear. She shuffles a bit in her sleep from his gentle touch. Her hand grips onto the hem of his tank top.

Osamu sighs with a smile on his lips. He looks over to his canvas. His paint strokes are far from perfect but he tried his best to paint the scenery of the park. The splotches on the canvas trying to represent the flowers that bloom in the patch of grass.

He's never been one to do anything artistic unless it came to food presentation. Painting today isn't as bad as he thought it would be. The sun that once was in the center of the sky is now to the east. Sunset will arrive soon and he'll have to say goodbye to Y/N until tomorrow. The thought is painful. He wanted to spend more time with her. There's not enough time in the day for the two to be together.

Would she find him too clingy if he asked to sleep over?

Osamu grows shy at the thought.

Why is he getting nervous about the idea?

It's not like he has to ask permission from her parents to spend the night with Y/N in her own apartment.

Osamu ruffles his hand through his hair to rid his nervousness. He already had sex with her in her bedroom. That's far more drastic than sleeping over for one night. But...The two were in the heat of an argument and with their emotions derailing, things lead from one thing to another. If he were to have sex with her again, he'd like it to be more romantic.

Clenching his jaw together, Osamu curses himself for having such thoughts in his mind while Y/N sleeps innocently on his lap. Having enough self talk in his mind, Osamu decides to wake Y/N up. His thumb delicately brushes across her cheek and a small smile forms on Y/N's face. Osamu can't help but mirror a smile of his own when he looks at her.

"It's time to wake up, princess." Osamu carefully sits her up with one hand on the palm of her back and the other on the back of her head. Y/N whines in response but she groggily sits up for him. He presses a soft kiss to the corner of her right eye.

You flutter your eyes open with a yawn. A soft kiss pressed to your face. You glance at Osamu from the corner of your eye and he greets you with a warm smile. You don't remember falling asleep but from how lazily you feel, you must've. "Did you finish painting?" You speak in a sluggish tone. Osamu nods his head and points over to his finished canvas. Turning your head to the right, you adjust your blurry vision to focus on Osamu's art.

The corner of your lips tug into a wider smile when you see his masterpiece. Being his first painting with you, you have nothing but positive words for him. You clap to yourself and stare at the colorful canvas in awe. "It looks just like the view right here!" You point to the land in front of you and Osamu chuckles in response.

"Thanks smartass." Osamu ruffles your hair playfully.

"And look how detailed these flowers are." You point to the white and yellow dotted splotches on the canvas.

"I can't tell if you're being genuine or teasing me Y/N." Osamu scrunches his nose and pulls at your ear. You giggle and pry his fingers away.

"Genuine of course." You stretch your arm out to grab your canvas to show to Osamu. You extend the canvas to him to hold and he gingerly holds the canvas in his hands as if it is glass. His eyes scan the painting with a glow.

"I don't think I tell you enough how much I love your art Y/N." Osamu speaks in a soft whisper. His words makes your heart skip in response. The heat in your face rises and you nudge his shoulder slightly for making you feel so shy.

The sinking sun makes you realize how late it's gotten from your "little nap". A frown forms on your face when you know today is ending and you'll have to see Osamu tomorrow. He seems to understand your troubles and he comforts you with a kiss to your cheek.

"I miss you already." He mutters between kisses to your cheek.

"Spend the night with me 'Samu." You pull away from his kisses to look at him directly. His eyes widen and you watch his lips part slightly, his breath hitching. His cheeks turn a rosy pink. You take the canvas out of his hands to intertwine your fingers together. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you speak between kisses to his lips. "Or do you not want to?"

Osamu grunts from your plead. His jaw locks up and you feel his muscles tense from his hands. His sigh tickles your lips. Osamu closes his eyes for a moment before recollecting his thoughts. You seem to have frazzled him.

Osamu's lips press against yours with roughness. "You know you don't have to use those pleading eyes on me, baby girl." He speaks in a sultry tone that makes your heart skip. "I swear you manage to get your way every time. I'm afraid I've spoiled you too much in the past."

A soft giggle slips your lips when you kiss the tip of Osamu's nose. "And you're still spoiling me in the present."

He sighs and nods his head. "I actually planned to ask you if I could spend the night anyway. So I'm glad you asked first before I looked too clingy." Osamu smirks, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "We should grab our things together and head back to your place before it gets dark. Since you're letting me spend the night, the least I can do is make dinner. Is there anything special you want?"

Standing up to your feet, you walk over to grab your art tools and picnic basket while Osamu grabs the two canvases and the picnic blanket. "Anything you make will be delicious Osamu." You look at him from the corner of your eye, a smile on your face.

There's a shy smile itching to plaster on Osamu's face but he tries to keep a blank expression. The tips of his ears give him away but you don't point them out. "Alright. It'll be a surprise then." Osamu walks over to your side with his belongings and the two of you leave the park together to head back to your apartment.