ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔔𝔲𝔦𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔪

Osamu let Ayame keep him in her room while she got herself ready for the evening. He laid down on her bed and scrolled through his phone, patiently waiting for her. He looked over when the door opened and she emerged from the hall, fully dressed nm much to his disappointment.

Ayame was wearing a form-fitting red crop-tank top with small brow buttons down the first half in the center. She had a pair of black jean shorts, with tears and fray at the end. It hugged her figure nicely.

Really nicely.

She had winged liner and mascara. Her cheeks had a light blush and her lips were colored a pinkish-red wine color.

"Wow..." Osamu murmured, sitting up on his hands as he looked her over. She smiled and walked towards the dresser, pulling out a flannel and a pair of shoes. Osamu watched her bend over and stood up, walking toward her and placing his hands on her hips. She straightened quickly and turned her head to look at him.

She smelled roses.

"Are you sniffing me?"

Osamu parted his lips then leaned back.

"Maybe."

Ayame turned to face him, cocking her hip and smiling.

"Can ya blame me?" Osamu wondered. "Ya smell nice... ya look..." Osamu leaned forward, pulling her in by her belt loops. But his lips were pressed against her hand. "Mm?"

She giggled.

"Can't ruin my makeup before we even get there," she said, lowering her arm and smirking. Osamu frowned.

"Fine." He nuzzled her neck before biting her pulse point, simpering when she let out a soft gasp.

"'Samu..."

"We have some time before," Osamu whispered, nibbling her lobe gently. His fingers slipped under her shirt, running up her sides. One hand cupped her breast, his thumb caressing the hardened bud while the other hand rested on her back. "No bra..." he hummed. "That's a dangerous choice." Ayame smirked, pulling his hand away slowly.

"You'll have to be patient."

He stared at her nipples through the cloth.

"I dunno know if I can."

Ayame grabbed his jaw and pulled him down, biting his lips gently while she stared up at him.

"You'll learn~"

She released him and turned, pulling on the flannel and grabbing a sling purse, stuffing her phone and wallet inside before opening the door and stepping out.

Osamu grinned and followed.

"Ayame!" Mrs. Nakajima called out. "If Ya go out like that yer gonna catch a cold!"

"Auntie, it's nearly summertime," Ayame replied. The older woman sighed, shaking her head. She spotted Osamu and raised an eyebrow.

"Evenin' Ma'am," Osamu greeted politely.

"How many times do I have ta say, boy? Call me Himari," the woman scolded, her grey hairs shining under the lights.

"Sorry," Osamu replied, scratching the back of his head with a smile.

"Let's go!" Ayame called out, already at the door. Osamu bowed his head before following after her, tugging on his shoes and shutting the door.

Osamu was wearing a loose black sweater shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of baggy jeans with white shoes.

Ayame latched onto his arm while his hands were in his pockets. She texted her friends as they walked, Osamu leading the way so she didn't have to look up.