#osamu.coffee

[honey-makki]

breakfast and dinner

osamu miya x fem!reader

warnings: fingering, oral (f. receiving) and penetrative sex

word count: .8k

summary: home is where the heart is, and thats here, with osamu.

you wake up to Osamu’s long fingers brushing hair out of your face. you get the feeling he had ben staring at you for a bit while you slept on his chest. neither of you attempt to his your smile as you see each other’s eyes for the first time today.

“good mornin’ beautiful” his voice is still rough and coated with sleep, it’s comforting, reminiscent of home. usually that’s comforting to a fault, lulling you back to sleep, but today it just reminds you of how you are still in japan, unable to travel back home to see your parents. you aren’t sad about missing a nice meal or even the act of going home but you are sad that you haven’t been able to see your family in almost a year. Osamu is the closest thing you can get to family, and while you are blessed to have him, it’s not the same.

you didn’t even notice the tight grip you had on his shirt or the tears welling up until he brushed them off and laid you on your back. “i know you want to be back home with your family, but you have me and i’ll try to make your day just as good as i can.” he says this while peppering kisses across your face and slowly down your neck.

“maybe we should start the day with a nice meal, hmm?” his lips trail lower until they are tracing the cut of your underwear. a sleepy hum of agreement is all he needed to pull them down your thighs, following the damp fabric with kisses.

your legs are easily spread by his hands massaging up your thighs and to you chest. “looks delicious. best meal im ever gonna have” you chuckle at him being corny but it turns into a breathy sigh as his tongue laps gently at your folds. he’s gentle enough to not pull you entirely out of your sleepy state but still build up a steady pleasure. his lips find your clit and your hips grind up into his face.

he throws one of his arms over your hips to hold you down, mumbling a command for you to stay still. his other hand slides up searching for yours. a small act of love, a reminder that his him doing this to you, the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

the sounds he’s making in between your legs is loud, echoing around the room accompanied by your moans. they get louder and louder as his ministrations get faster and heavier, until he pushed you over the edge. your empty hand had found it’s way into his silken hair to pull him closer but now you are pushing him back. each lap of his tongue feeling like lava, too much, too early in the morning.

normally he would try to pull another orgasm out of you but today he must be feeling kind, relenting and climbing back up your body to give yourself sleepy face a kiss.

“good morning to you too, you got a little somethin on your face samu.” it doesn’t stop you from pulling him back down for another deep kiss caged between his arms.

“we should start every holiday like this” his voice is still low but a little clearer than it was before. you don’t even try to hide your amusement, a real laugh, one that probably embarrassed him just a tad about his statement.

“i’m not gonna say no to you waking me up with oral on christmas but—“ you run one hand down from his cheek to the tent in his sweats, “—let me help you out too?”

“well, i’m not really done with this delectable meal laid out beneath me. still wanting to try some st-stuffing.” neither of you let him get all the way through his ridiculous attempt to be festive without laughing. he’s standing up removing his pants while you just laugh, thinking about how silly he is but he’s trying.

trying to make today a good day, with soft simple actions, you’ve never been more in love, not matter how stupid his pick up lines are.

he climbs back over you and runs his fingers along your already glistening slit and pushes two fingers in with little resistance due to your precious orgasm. his face is adorned with a soft grin, still a little sleepy himself while he works you open.

“think this is gonna be my favorite dish, darlin”

your groan in exasperation but it is quickly transformed into pleasure as he starts to slide his fat head into your waiting cunt.

yeah, today is gonna be a good day, because no matter what, Osamu is here and he’s gonna take care of you and he’s gonna be stupid and silly but most of all, despite being half way around the world from your family you are happy.

a/n: sometimes you just have a very self indulgent crack dream and have to write it. rip to all my wips but osamu is built😤different😤

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hc that osamu has a fantastic metabolism and keeps being super fit even after he quits playing. like yeah he has to be strong to work in a kitchen but this man is cut.

atsumu has a horrible metabolism and has always had to work super hard if he wants to look totally ripped.

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dating osamu when he opens his first shop and he lets you decorate and design the menu because he wants to be reminded of you when he’s working extra long shifts. 

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i feel like osamu is a really sentimental and nostalgic person

[honey-makki]

not me listening to this in my car and thinking about how osamu felt making his decision to not play volleyball pro with atsumu and how hard a decision it probably was.

he was probably thinking about whether he’d be successful as a player or if he should if he would be good enough or if he should follow a different dream and I am upset