#Also it still feels cursed drawing a man with a soft tender face absolutely fuckin r I p p e d MDHHFFHHDHDZ

[clownsuu]

BRO WHEN I TELL YOU I DID A FULL DOUBKE TAKE ON THAY HOWDY DRAWING—

GYAT

Devouring your art rn

Honestly big bozonga howdy is probably the funniest shit I’ve ever drawn smhhh

Very helpful smh

[ahkaahshi]

reconnect [miya osamu x reader]

pairing: miya osamu x fem reader

genre: smut (18+), fluff

warning(s): explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, talk that’s not even that dirty???, cursing

word count: 2.4k

overview: busy work schedules have put distance between the two of you, but all it takes is one evening to bring you back together.

notes: can I just say... phew. writing ‘samu smut just hits different sometimes. I was kinda in a mood since he had me actin’ up.

Though it’s been at least twenty minutes since you’ve left the club, your ears are still ringing as you stick your house key in the door and twist it. After a long night of dancing and keeping your friends from downing the one drink that would’ve done them in for the evening, there’s nothing you want to do more than kick off your painful heels and take a shower. You can feel your thighs chafing from the sweat with each step you take and the lingering smell of alcohol is a sure sign that someone spilled their drink on you.

With a long sigh, you step into your apartment, hang your keys up on a wall hook, and instantly set yourself to loosening the straps holding your shoes against your skin. Your feet pound with anger and indignation when you place them down on the wooden floor and walk to your bedroom--as if scolding you for wearing those torture devices the entire night.

Upon entering your room, you notice your boyfriend’s not in bed, as you suspected he would be at such a late hour. It was past midnight, and you’re aware he had a long day at work, since he hadn’t been back before you’d left earlier in the evening. Over the persistent ringing in your ears, you can hear the sound of running water in the bathroom, and your eyes flick over to the pool of light beneath the door.

“’Samu?” you call with a knock, “I’m back!”

Less than a few moments later, the door swings open to reveal the man in question. He must’ve just gotten into the bathroom himself since he's in a state of undress, with his shirt flung haphazardly over the towel rack and the tie holding up his sweatpants coming undone. Since neither of you have seen much of each other all day--let alone all week--a short period of time ensues in which you both take a moment to let your eyes wander over each other’s forms.

As your gaze traces the muscles in his exposed torso, chest, and arms, his glides along your clubbing outfit--taking note of the way your skirt hugs your figure and how the silky fabric of your tank top cascades over the curves of your chest ever so sensually. The sensation of warmth on your hand as his fingers curl around it brings your attention up to his face just in time for his lips to meet yours in a gentle, greeting kiss.

“I haven’t seen ya all day, but, damn, if I’d seen ya leavin’ in that outfit I probably wouldn’t’ve wanted ya ta go,” he comments, his ash-colored eyes meeting with yours once more before his eyelids close once more as he delivers another soft kiss to your lips.

You hum with contentment against his mouth and ask, “Were you going in the shower?”

He nods. “Wanna come in with me? Tell me ‘bout yer day; ya look exhausted, babe.”

“Yeah,” you answer, “and I could say the same about you, honey.”

After closing the door behind you and giving your feet a moment to soak up the coolness radiating from the tiled floor, you start fiddling with the zipper of your skirt so you can tug it off. However, Osamu’s hands are on your waist, helping you slide the stretchy material off your hips and down your legs. Though you don’t necessarily need the help getting undressed, his touch relaxes you in a way that few things can. It also sends tingles skittering up your spine when he hooks a finger in the waistband of your lace thong and drags it down before ridding you of your top and bra.

With a tenderness he’s only ever displayed towards you, he brings his lips to the crown of your head. Once he’s stripped off the rest of his clothing, he follows you over to the shower head so you can both wash off the remnants of your busy evenings. You ask him to go first in the conversation about your days, so, as he speaks, you mindlessly take to running your fingers through wet clumps of his dark hair and pressing them against his scalp gently in an attempt to massage away the tension you can see he’s feeling.

Likewise, while you recount your rather eventful experience as this evening’s designated driver for your friend group, he drags a soapy loofah over your skin, leaving a trail of suds in its path that he rubs in with his other hand. “I feel like I haven’t seen ya all week, y’know,” he sighs. You nod in agreement, releasing a small sound of contentment as his hands latch onto your waist to pull your back against his abdomen.

However, there’s a very prominent hardness you can feel against your body when he does so, and the water feels hotter than before, all of a sudden. “I’ve missed ya,” he continues and gives you earlobe a playful nip that makes you giggle.

“I know; I can tell,” you murmur, sending a downwards glance at the boner you can feel pressing against you.

He sighs, “Fuckin’ hell. I’m jus’ tryna be romantic, (f/n).”

“Oh, come on, ‘Samu,” you simper with a small chuckle at his anguish and turn around so you’re facing him instead, “We both know every romantic thing we do together always ends with us having sex anyway, so why don't you just say you wanna do it?”

The coy smile you’re wearing starts a fire in his belly, and he knows that once he puts the loofah down, his hands won’t leave your body until you’re reduced to a moaning mess under his touch. He also knows that you’re aware of what your attitude is doing to him, and it turns him on, but forms a desire within him to show you that you’re not the only one in control. So, he lowers his face towards yours as if he’s going to kiss you, but pauses moments before your lips meet.

“Fine,” he concedes, his dark eyes watching rogue droplets of water trail down your neck, “I’ll say it.”

“That you wanna fuck me right here, in the shower?” you goad and take the loofah out of his hands to hang it back up on wall.

He chuckles and replies, “No. That I wanna make love to ya right here, in the shower.” Your heart flutters in his chest at his words, but a small squeak escapes your lips when one of his hands moves down to your rear to give it a firm squeeze. “So that means I wanna hear all those pretty sounds ya make when yer feelin’ good, okay, baby?”

Although his voice is low when he speaks, there’s an air of softness to his tone that draws you closer to him and elicits a nod from you. Now, his lips are dangerously close to yours and your core is throbbing painfully at the fantasies racing through your mind. As soon as your hands come to rest on his shoulders, you feel this craving to have more of him. To have more of his skin pressed against yours, to have all of his attention on you, and to have him inside of you. The little distance separating you feels like miles to you.

You slide your hand up to his face, tracing the shape of his jawbone before bringing him closer to you so you can finally bridge the gap between his lips and yours. His kisses send warmth straight between your legs with how slow and sensual they are, as usual. It seems that his lips remain on yours for an eternity before they part, and his tongue drags along yours with absolutely no rush while your mouths are connected.

After adjusting his erection so it isn’t poking you, he pulls your body flush against his with a squelch and guides you beneath the shower head to wash off all the soap he’d so dutifully applied earlier. The water you feel cascading over your skin ramps up your desire tenfold, making you tighten your grasp around him. A small gasp falls from your lips between heated kisses when he presses your back against the cold tile of the wall and allows his hand to glide over your drenched skin as he moves it where you're craving him the most.

You moan softly at the sensation of his finger trailing along your slit, collecting the juices already forming at your entrance so he can run his fingertips along your clit without hurting you. He swallows anymore sounds of pleasure that leave your mouth with his own while he works on the bundle of nerves, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Noticing how breathless you’re getting, he decides to give your lips a break and latch onto your neck instead, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your skin before taking it between his teeth gently.

“Osamu...” you whimper, closing your eyes and letting your head come to rest against the wall behind you.

His warm breath fans across your collarbone, tickling your skin, as he asks, “Yeah, baby?” He loves the way you’re responding to his words and his touch, taking note of every wiggle of your hips to chase your high or every inhale that hitches in your throat. His hand firmly gripping your waist keeps you supported, since his actions are quickly weakening your knees.

With another soft moan, you reply, “I want more of you.”

He answers your request by slowly inching two of his fingers inside of you, feeling satisfied by the way your pussy clenches around them greedily. Because of how needy you are, he’s quick to task his thumb with rubbing against your bud once more. This draws more mewls from between your lips, and he can hardly contain himself at the clear pleasure you’re deriving from him, and him only. Knowing that nobody else can make you feel the way he does eggs him on, and he's soon pushing you closer to your orgasm as he curls his fingers inside of you.

Just before you can feel that familiar wave of ecstasy crash over you, he withdraws and utters a gentle command in your ear. “Put yer leg up on that shelf so I can give ya whatcha want.”

You comply without any hesitation, causing a smile to spread across his mouth before he presses it to yours once more. Staying true to his previously stated desires, he removes his lips from yours as he places the tip of his erection against your entrance just so he can hear more delicious sounds pour out of your mouth the entire time it takes him to push himself inside of you. He groans softly against your neck, placing a bite there that you’re sure will bruise as he stretches your walls and fills you up.

“Fuck,” he curses breathlessly, “ya feel amazin’, love.”

He kisses you again while he gives you a few moments to adjust to his size before you urge him to start moving. Slowly, he thrusts into you with long, but gentle strokes as he lowers his head so he can take one of your nipples in his mouth. You instinctively arch your back, pressing your chest against his face in a silent display of appreciation, and he slides his hands along your spine.

“’Samu, baby, please,” you whine, “Harder.”

He thrusts into you more deeply than before, making you gasp. “Does that feel good?” he asks when he snaps his hips against yours once more, using his hands to bring yours down against his with more force

“Mm!” 

“Lemme hear how good I'm makin’ ya feel, then.”

The increasing volume of the sounds of pleasure rolling off your tongue in combination with your nails digging into his back as you beg for more spurs him to pick up the pace. Soon, he’s holding you as close to him as he can while he slams his cock into your core at a maddening speed. He’s been wanting this all week, so it’s no wonder he can’t hold himself back anymore. Especially not with the lewd noises that are spilling out of your mouth, urging him to satisfy you.

His heavy breaths spill over the crook of your neck as he pins you against the wall and snakes a hand between your bodies to toy with your sensitive clit once more. “’Samu, I--ah--I’m gonna cum,” you whisper.

“Do it, then, pretty baby. Lemme hear ya.”

Moments after those words leave his mouth, he feels your body shudder in his grasp as you release loud cries of his name. Your hips thrash against his fingers as he continues pumping his dick in and out of you, feeling his own climax approaching with the way your pussy squeezes him so lovingly. As you ride out your orgasm while uttering your praises to him, Osamu finds himself becoming overwhelmed by all the sensations he’s feeling, and a few more thrusts see him finishing as well.

Another moan echoes from your throat at feeling the warmth of his release inside of you, and a few more moments pass before you’re both still as you come down from your highs. ��God,” he breathes, his eyelids fluttering open so his eyes can gaze into yours, “ya always feel so damn good, (f/n).”

Your cheeks burn at the unexpected compliment, and you press your lips against his in an appreciative kiss. “And so do you, ‘Samu.”

Once he pulls out of you, he wraps his arms around you tightly, bringing your body flush against his. “I know we haven’t seen much of each other this week, so I don’t feel like I've gotten the chance ta tell ya this enough, but I love ya, babe. More than anything else,” he mumbles, his lips grazing the side of your head.

You breathe out a sigh of contentment and nuzzle your face in his shoulder as you respond, “I love you too.” Your chests rise and fall in unison for a few, peaceful minutes while you hold one another close, as if to make up for all the contact you’d missed because of your busy weeks. A considerable amount of time passes before you speak again and withdraw from his embrace. “Let’s get washed off so we can go to bed, hmm?”

He nods in agreement, but mentions, “No guarantees we’re gonna be headin’ straight ta bed with the way yer lookin’, though.”

You smack his arm lightly and roll your eyes at him as you pick up the loofah so you can set yourself to cleaning off his chest. However, you do secretly hope that your body’s able to keep its exhaustion at bay long enough to go another round once you get out of the shower.

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