my brain is rotting over chubby dilf osamu - just imagine him sitting in a cosy armchair, reading a newspaper with a cup of coffee in his hand, his glasses perched on the end of his nose as he watches you above his glasses,,,,
yeah >_< !!!! >_< !!!! >_< !!!!
afab reader + chubby dilf osamu
he’s sitting in his armchair in some soft gray sweatpants and a dark navy blue t shirt that hugs his hairy, soft stomach so nicely and fits nice around his biceps and a pair of crew socks that are soft and cozy for him >_< the colors look so pretty next to his dark arm hair and the salt and pepper stubble that grows lightly on his face >_< and you know that if you pushed up his shirt, you’d see his tummy and chest covered in fuzzy dark hair, so pretty and soft for you >_<
he’s got his reading glasses on so he can read his newspaper and see all the raving reviews about onigiri miya and how they can’t believe it’s stayed good for this long (osamu can believe it) (he does all the work, damn it!), and so he’s smiling a little while he reads >_<
he sips his coffee, which you made for him and set on his bedside table with a splash of cream just like u know he likes >_< he kissed u with morning breath but you hadn’t minded ofc because he never tastes bad <3 but he sees you coming near him now and pretends to be engrossed in his reading so that you have to speak up for what you want >_<
you come to stand right between his legs and fold down the newspaper so he can see you and he smiles as soon as he sees you, eyes crinkling with his happiness as he sees you before he goes “well hi there angel, whaddya need?”
it’s mid-morning, so everything feels soft and comfy and warm and osamu is just so handsome and he makes you feel like you’re going to explode, and so you can’t help but ask “just wanted to see if you wanted to take care of me, samu, but only if you want to..”
he folds up his newspaper and sets it on the table next to his chair so he can grab your hips and pull you closer to him, resting his chin on you and looking up at you from where he sits.
“how can i take care of you, pretty? what do you need?” he says, voice still a little heavy and rough from sleeping even though you know he’s asking for a confession
“need you to eat me out, please,” you ask, trying not to feel embarrassed as you run your fingers through his hair like you’re petting him before you go to scratch at the back of his head like he’s a puppy. he likes that, and pushes his head into your hand at the feeling <3
“of course, baby,” osamu sighs, already swooning at how he knows you’re going to taste (“y’taste so fucking good, baby”) as he takes off his glasses and sets them on top of the folded newspaper. “let’s go get comfy in bed again so i can help you, sweetheart.”
he doesn’t mind if his coffee gets cold; there are more important sweet things to tend to.
how much brainrot do you get for dilf osamu? bc he's all i've been thinking about. esp your piece about him putting reader in a headlock
im not kidding when I say I still think of him so frequently like are you fucking kidding me a former athlete who followed his dreams to be a restaurant owner... thick and hairy men I love you...... men who can cook I love you....... men who put their pussy into their passions I love you....................... dilf osamu I love you please put me in a headlock again
‘once more to see you’ for the title game thingy!!! (mitski song tehehe)
hi bff. this is from february when I did an ask game about creating a fic idea/summary based on a title but I have no shame soooo
"once more to see you" -- osamu miya
you haven’t seen osamu miya since you graduated from cooking school together ten years ago. if it wasn’t for the raging mutual crush you had on each other, you would’ve been the fiercest of rivals– with him somehow always coming out on top (😏). he was handsome and ambitious and absolutely brilliant then, and it broke your heart when he moved back home after graduation to open an onigiri restaurant in his hometown.
you come to find out that osamu’s supposed to be on rest, well actually his right wrist is, for that matter, because he’s been overworking himself in the kitchen trying to keep his business operating at the highest possible standard.. while refusing to hire more help than he already has (which isn’t very much). and in typical osamu fashion, instead of actually resting for a while, he chose to take a little road trip in his pickup truck to pay a visit to the person he used to call his muse, the inspiration for his vibrant, innovative flavors–you.
and how do you find this out? osamu shows up at your high-end, city-style restaurant during the dinner rush and asks to speak to the chef so that he can give them his thanks and praise. he orders something that isn’t on the menu– something you used to make him when the summers tasted more like marmalade and less like a hard day’s work, something you used to make him when things were much more simple and when you didn’t take yourself so seriously.
but before you can be reminded of summers past, you have to talk to the customer who ordered something that isn’t on the menu during the dinner rush first. and call him a bastard while he’s on the other side of the kitchen door.
you and osamus kid gets in trouble at school for telling other kids it’s not natural to have only 1 mom and 1 dad and when the teacher calls u ur next call is to onigiri miya
osamus big fat tcock and how it pokes out from between his pretty pussy lips and how hairy his thighs and tummy and chest and arms and ass and boycunt are and how he groans all hot and heavy when he fucks your mouth with his tcock and how he gasps when you keep sucking on it and kissing it gentle after he's cum because it's sensitive and how his pussy drools slick onto your tongue with every movement of your lips and tongue is on my mind :( what about you pretty?
sorry but im tired of pretending i dont want osamu to put me in a headlock as he pounds me with a strap bigger than the one i chose for him to fuck me with :/
