#i aspire to be just like her :') but i guess im luckier to have her as a bsf

[sashimiyas]

Osamu booping your nose with his 😔

osamu who boops his nose against yours when he wakes up and right before he leaves. who knows that a kiss might just be enough to rouse you so he gives you the gentlest touch, the faintest expression of his love.

osamu whose hands are full but is so excited to see you when you drop by his restaurant for a visit. who is in the middle of pressing an onigiri together but can’t help the pull of his affection draw himself towards you and he dips at the waist to nose his way into your neck, up your jaw line, murmuring a greeting, a ain't this a surprise near your ear until he finally boops your nose with his.

osamu who can't keep his hands off you when he's had a couple of drinks. whose palms glide up your thighs and into your curves, leaving a sweltering trail in his wake. who tugs at the loop of your jeans to pull you into his lap while your mind races to keep up with his touch. whose hands are everywhere, nose rubbing against your cheek as he tilts his chin forward for a breath of your air. who is obsessed with the build up, the phantom taste of you on his lips, who knows well the outcome of this desire but wants to dangle from the precipice for just a little while longer because part of what makes a meal so great is the hunger.

so he pulls away the slightest bit with a grin when you reach for his lips and it splits wider at your needy little whine. and his hands dont stop, along your abdomen and squeezing at your waist, palms stretched so wide his index fingers are pressed against your ribs. and before you can whine one more time, he presses your foreheads together, boops his nose against yours, pushing against you so roughly you gasp, finally breathing himself to you for a kiss.