Osamu x GN!reader | suggestive! a little butt grabbing :P
"The fan's blowin' straight at me and it's still too hot."
"Take your shirt off then."
From his side of the couch, Osamu turns to you—slowly, giving you a chance to speak. But you say nothing, fan filling the silence instead, and meet narrowed eyes when you look up. Osamu's voice is laced with amused disbelief, "Say that again?"
"...I—sorry—" you sputter and snort, finally processing what you said. Osamu stares as you cover your mouth and try not to laugh. "Sorry. Reflex."
He tucks his chin in and raises his brows. Dropping his voice half an octave, he asks, "You tell guys to take their shirt off often, huh?"
(The way his lips try to quirk upward betrays his feigned offense.)
"Stop, wait, stop, I meant like, an impulsive joke, Samu, wait—"
Osamu's gaze is locked onto you as he sits up and starts moving closer. "Who exactly are you tellin' to get naked?"
"Woah, I did not say get naked!"
Extending your arms out in defense, a laugh escapes your throat. The couch dips with each of your boyfriend's movements, and your attempts to flee only trap you deeper into the corner where back meets arm. You think you'd be inclined to try harder, to roll off, maybe, if this wasn't a front-row seat to Osamu's arms flexing with each predatory crawl forward, a playful smirk donned on his face.
He's at your feet when he asks, "Y'ask Atsumu?"
"Oh my god, no!" You scrunch your nose and laugh again as he grabs your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. His skin is warm, palms sticking to yours as you push into each other, playful rather than aggressive.
Osamu shifts to kneel between your legs, thighs pushing yours apart, and you hum at the sight of him. You bite your lip then grin, cheeky with intent. "But you know, if you want to get naked, go for it."
Osamu blinks.
Then he snorts, lets himself tumble on top of you—"Oh my god, babe."
"Agh," you groan through a snicker. "Samu, get off, you're heavy and hot."
"Oh really?" Arms encircle your figure, and a hand slides down to your ass and squeezes. Dark strands of hair tickle your jaw as he nips the side of your neck. "Thought y'wanted t'get hot and heavy?"
"Okay, well, this is too hot," you complain with weak attempts to escape.
Osamu hums against your skin, breath warm. Then the arms around you pull, and you yelp as he falls back to the other end of the couch so that you straddle him.
The fan, set to the highest setting, blows his bangs across his face but barely cools the new heat coiling in your stomach pressed against his. Osamu grins up at you with a new heavy-lidded gaze that flickers between your eyes and lips.
synopsis: your job threw you a farewell party as one of their beloved servers but you just couldn't seem to let go of one line cook...(he didn't want to let you go either..xx)
cw: fluff, a little angst if you squint, smut, line-cook!osamu, server!reader, afab!reader, oral (f.receiving), unprotected sex
"cheers to our best server starting a new chapter!"
a round of cheers resounded in the corner of the restaurant before everyone took a swig of their drinks and broke into chatter within seconds. your team of co-workers at the restaurant you've worked at all throughout undergrad decided to throw you a farewell party for your last day working there before you started grad school.
the place was filled with your favourite faces, the same ones who have worked alongside you for so long, all smiling warmly under the dim lights of the eatery and the feast that your chefs whipped up. after you were done digging in, you made your rounds chatting to your colleagues individually to thank them for their support. after a while, you got through nearly all of your co-workers, saving the best for last.
"anyone seen osamu?"
one of the chefs pointed to the back of the house near where the toilet was. you nodded at them and made your way there. you were rounding the corner when you overheard hushed voices from the kitchen with the door left ajar. for some reason, you slowed down to a halt to stand by the door, being careful not to be seen through the open gap.
"…c'mon man, you've liked her for so long. now's the best time!" that was your sous chef speaking.
"dude, i'm not putting her on the spot like that. she just quit to focus on school." and that voice unmistakably belonged to-
"osamu, you're gonna fumble her if you don't get your ass moving. just go and talk to her."
the door opened fully at once and before you could react, osamu swung an arm around your shoulders and turned you around to walk back to the dining area with you.
"looking for me?"
"no, i got lost."
your dry reply made him chuckle. you were on friendly terms with the line cooks after working there for a few years but you were the closest with osamu who was also the closest to your age. even though you worked on the floor while he was basically glued to the kitchen, an unlikely bond still formed between the two of you and it started with one closing shift.
you were done with cleaning the dining area for the night so you planned to get your things and leave work. on your way to the break room, you noticed a lone figure still in the kitchen. you entered the kitchen to find that it was osamu and he was standing over the stove, stirring something in a saucepan. he'd heard the door crack open and expected the manager had come in to check on him so he was a little surprised to see that it was the cute server he hadn't dared to talk to you till now.
"hey, can you try some of this?" osamu beckoned you over with a slight nod. you walked over to him and he held out a spoonful for you to have a taste of what he was cooking. you gave it a quick taste and hummed in approval.
"that's different from the usual sauces we have." osamu gave you a small smile at your observation.
"it's an original recipe."
"well whatever it is, it's really good. this could work on the menu." it was a casual comment from you but your words filled osamu with the encouragement he needed. after that night, osamu approached you more at work during break time, always feeding you a bite of something he made, whether it be an off-menu item or him tweaking a recipe, and asked for your feedback. you found out that osamu was always working in the kitchen because he was trying to polish his skills and open his own place in the future
"you want some?" he'd always ask when he came to you, as if you'd ever say no to him when everything he made was delicious.
as the two of you grew closer, the rest of the staff started catching on to your budding friendship. well, "friendship" being the last thing on their minds when they saw you and osamu together. your fellow servers gave you teasing glances when they saw osamu pulling up a chair to eat his staff meal beside you while at least one of cooks always nudged his shoulder whenever you came into the kitchen. you never addressed any rumors that floated around about you and osamu because the last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable and partly because you did have a thing for him.
you could not pinpoint when exactly you realized it. maybe it was when osamu walked you to the train station after a shift together when it was raining and you didn't have an umbrella with you, even though you knew osamu had to make a trip back to your workplace and get his bicycle. maybe it was when he surprised you with your favorite dessert from the menu when you told him about getting accepted into your master's program. maybe it was how his presence alone grounded you during rush hour at work as he always slid in words of encouragement whenever you were running food from the kitchen. or maybe it was a culmination of everything and it all came down to one person.
and now you've found out that he liked you back. your heart was pretty much in your throat at this point and you were seconds away from blurting out how you reciprocated his feelings. you were about to let your confession slip when osamu and you came into view from the dining area. without saying anything, he dropped his arm from your shoulder. you turned to see him looking straight ahead, not even sparing a glance at you.
his look of indifference sobered you up from your short spell of reminiscence. what the fuck was that for? wasn't he literally talking about how he liked me? why the fuck isn't he saying anything right now? your throat still felt constricted in a way but for completely different reasons this time. his silence made your pounding heart echo back at you. maybe after all this time, he just saw you as a fun little distraction at his job. that you were just going to be another co-worker to him at the end of the day.
the tip of your nose felt hot all of a sudden in a way that could only be followed up with the threat of tears. you were not going to cry at this party in front of all your old co-workers over one of their co-workers. this was not going to be exit you were making. you marched ahead of osamu and back to where you sat before you went to find him. one of your co-workers handed you a mug of beer from across the table and you chugged the whole thing down all at once which erupted in a roar of cheers from your coworkers.
"took it like a champ, huh?" osamu remarked, loud enough just for you to hear among all the racket around you as he slid into the seat beside you that you had saved for him. when you were in a better, more hopeful mood that was. you closed your eyes and let out a long sigh. this was going to be a long night. let's make it bearable at least. you took a random shot of something strong in front of you on the table. you could hear osamu dare to giggle at you from the side. he didn't even know he was the reason you were trying to get wasted right now.
although you kept drinking, you could not ignore something that was almost imperceptible to everyone else in the room; that something residing in the little gap between you and osamu as you sat together at the restaurant for one last time. an hour or two must have passed, a few more shots and one more highball were in your system at this point. all the buzz around you faded from detailed conversations to sounds more akin to white noise.
you never drank this much before so now you were discovering some new things about yourself like how you were more of a sleepy drunk and you seemed to be really close to falling asleep on any surface closest to you. it wasn't your fault that osamu's shoulder was the closest surface to rest your head on. you were still frustrated at him in your mind but it was like your body told on you when you've never felt more comfortable around someone. you were fighting so hard to stay awake but osamu had to start rubbing your back gently, and that alone nearly made you lose the war to knock out right there and then.
"take her home, will ya?" your manager instructed from one end of the table. osamu peered down at you on his shoulder. you've gotten real cozy for someone who did the absolute most to deflect him in every conversation for the past two hours.
he couldn't understand why you were so standoffish with him out of nowhere but he also didn't want to spoil the mood by confronting you at this party he threw for you. yeah, he was the one who suggested that the team should properly send you off, and he was the one behind curating the entire menu you had that night according to what you liked.
"yes, sir."
osamu nudged you awake and helped you up to your feet. he placed one hand on your hip to steady you and brought your arm to wrap around his waist so you could continue leaning onto him as the two of you hobbled over to the exit. you barely comprehended the chorus of "bye" and "take care of her" from your team while you and osamu headed out. outside, osamu tried his best to get you to tell him where you stayed so he could hail a ride for you but he only managed a murmur from you.
he sighed at you, but there was no annoyance behind it. "well, if you're gonna be like that…"
osamu typed in his address on the app and called for a ride. moments later, your ride was here. he guided you into the backseat of the car with him, one hand on the top of your head so you didn't bump into anything in the state that you were in. after osamu put your seatbelt on for you, you slumped your head against his shoulder again.
the car ride was silent for a while but it was a comfortable silence in the air that let your feelings settle.
"samu?" he hummed at you saying his name for the first time in the ride.
"i really like you y'knoww.. i'm soo sad that i'm leaving… i didn't even get to kiss youu.." you slurrred out your words. whatever you said might have been somewhat indecipherable to anyone else's ears but it was the clearest you had been all night. osamu's hand shifted to rest gently on top of yours in your lap, his fingers curled around yours.
"it's never too late, y'know," mirth laced his voice but he didn't budge from his seat at all.
"hmm… you're right…" you trailed off as you turned your head to take a look at osamu. he felt your eyes on him and turned his head to you. his heart skipped a beat, noticing the longing look in your eyes.
your patience snapped in you and before you knew it, you pressed your lips against his. his lips moved against yours for a few seconds but he reluctantly held your shoulders back and peeled away from you.
"y/n, you're drunk. you shouldn't do this right now." he fought the urge to coo at the pout that formed on your lips and yours brows all furrowed like that at him.
"samu c'mon! i know you like me too… heard ya in the back just now." you quipped at him.
he huffed out a laugh at you and squeezed your hand. "you know that much, huh? then i hope you know there'll be plenty of kisses waiting for ya."
"just rest for now, alright? we got all the time to talk tomorrow." he brought a hand to rest your head on his shoulder again while the other hand stayed holding yours, drawing slow circles on your palm. you stopped fighting sleep and finally let yourself doze off with osamu by your side.
the first thing that hit your eyes was the late morning sunlight filtering through the curtains and into the room you fell asleep in. the second thing you noticed was the glass of water and hangover medicine on the nightstand beside the bed.
you looked down at yourself and saw that you were in an oversized shirt and a pair of boxers, both pieces of clothing that were not yours. you could only recall bits and pieces of the night, but what you remembered most clearly was the last thing you did right before you knocked out, and that was changing out of your clothes into osamu's after whining that "you hate sleeping with your outside clothes on."
you plodded out of the bedroom and your footsteps must have been audible enough for osamu who was in the kitchen at the time.
"got a spare toothbrush on the left. you can use that. then come to the kitchen cuz i got breakfast."
a spare? who did he buy that for? you let the question marinate as you washed up, the memories of last night came trickling back into your mind. if you, who drank like there was no tomorrow, were able to recall more than just a gist of what went down, it was a no brainer that osamu could probably retell the entire night from start to finish.
"do you bring people over? why do you have a spare toothbrush?" you wanted to set the record straight. you sauntered over to the kitchen area, the sweet smell of pancakes wafting through the air.
"i bought it at the 7-11 downstairs when you knocked out, and no, i'm not interested in anyone else but you, doll. thought you knew that when you were eavesdropping last night." osamu glanced at you from the stove, giving you a once-over. he was fixing up your breakfast but it seemed like he got a treat too.
"did not! just happened to be there …" you shuffled over to lean back on the kitchen island. you never actually got to see osamu in action much at work, so you took your time studying his back facing you as he moved around the stove deftly. you traced the lines of his wide shoulders with your eyes, travelling down his sturdy back to the strings of his apron cinching his waist.
"so did we do anything last night?"
"you kissed me on the ride home, that's it."
you went up to him, pressing your front against him as he continued to face away from you, focused on the stove. your nipples were already pebbled through his shirt and you were sure he could feel them on his back. hey, if this was what it took to get his attention. you snaked your arms around his middle.
"so this should be okay, right?" you heard him hum contentedly.
"you want some?" he turned his back slightly to feed you a spoonful of some fruit compote he made on the fly to pair with the pancakes he made for you. these were all familiar actions to you at this point. it's just that you were in his apartment right now. and you're no longer working at the restaurant and you won't be able to see osamu anymore.
you burrowed your head harder into his back, feeling the way his back rumbled as he laughed lightly at you acting all needy. your hands began to wander from his waist and slide under his shirt, pawing at his defined stomach and chest.
"doll, i'm literally making your breakfast right now," osamu warned you, yet you heard him turn the stove off.
paying no mind to his words, you took your hands out of his shirt and grabbed his chin with one hand and calmly turned his face to you to kiss him properly. you heard the spoon he was holding drop on the stovetop as he turned around to face you properly and continued the kiss.
you thought the kiss from last night broke all the tension, but this kiss unravelled you. last night was just striking a match, while now you let the flames engulf you and all your senses entirely. your tongues danced together and your hands explored each other's bodies fervently.
before you knew it, osamu had backed you up against the kitchen island.
"turn around f'me."
you obeyed and osamu copied exactly what you did to him just a few minutes prior, angling your face to his so he could still make out with you while hugging you from the back. his bulge pressed up against your ass, making you gasp at the contact. his lips travelled from yours to your jaw and then to the side of your neck. his hands wandered under your shirt. his fingertips skated up the smoothness of your stomach and inched closer to your breasts.
"this what you did to me, right?" he spoke against your neck. osamu's fingers started to draw lazy circles around your nipples as he continued to press a few more slow kisses to your neck. he then rolled your nipples between his fingers and switched from just kissing your neck to sucking at your pulse point. he was satisfied with the whimper that you let out as you arched your back into him.
"just couldn't wait for me, could ya?" he grinded his hard-on against the plush of your ass. his boxers clung to your folds more and more with how wet you were getting by the second as the both of you humped against each other through your clothes. his hands were still massaging your breasts, teasingly flicking your nipples so he could hear more of those cute gasps coming out of you.
"guess i'll just have you here then."
he gave you one last kiss on your jaw before he got down on his knees and he pulled down his boxers you were wearing, in one swift motion. his hands flew up to cup your ass, kneading the softness of it. without any warning, he bit your cheek. you jolted in surprise; not at the pain, but at how much you liked it. he licked over where he nipped at you as a silent apology before he moved on to his real deal.
still cupping your ass, he used his thumbs to spread your cheeks. you instinctively bent yourself over the counter so your cunt was at a better angle for him. he blew a playful puff of air on your pussy, making you yelp.
"samu…" the neediness in your tone had him cooing at you from under.
"sorry, hon. just wanted to see how you'd react, that's all."
he licked up the arousal that had dribbled down the inside of your thighs and dragged his tongue towards your cunt. his tongue alternated from lapping up your essence leaking from your entrance and flicking lazy circles around your clit, applying the right amount of pressure that had you squirming and panting.
osamu wanted to savour you as much as possible and that cost him a few things, like not letting you cum from his mouth just yet. that can wait till later. so for now, he relished in the sight before him: your glistening folds, your hole fluttering around nothing and the string of arousal connecting to his lips as he pulled away from your pussy.
you whined at the loss of his tongue on you, wiggling your hips at him unconsciously. you were about to beg for him to get back to eating you out when you felt his tip catch your entrance. he pushed himself into you little by little, his thick length stretching you out deliciously. just the feeling of being filled by him had your eyes rolling back. and when he started to roll his hips into you, your bottom lip pulled between your lip to quiet your sounds of pleasure that were sure to be embarrassingly loud.
in between panting breaths of his own, osamu wondered why you suddenly grew quiet. he leaned forward, capturing your lips and a groan bubbled up from your throat.
"quit that, would ya? wanna hear if your moans are as pretty as you are."
in a bid to ease out more of your noises, he decided to taunt you a little by having his thrusts come to a still as he retreated his hips. you automatically backed up into him, continuing to fuck yourself on his cock all while whining out his name shamelessly.
"fuck- just like that. don't hold back your sounds, pretty."
with that, he slammed his hips back into you again at a steady pace, the wet sounds of flesh and arousal colliding continuously. your bodies rocked together, slicked with sweat. he pulled you back up with one arm to be flushed against his chest.
"been wanting you for so long," he breathed against your neck.
"want you so bad too samu." one hand trailed down to play with your clit, coaxing you to your own orgasm. both of your breaths became more and more ragged as his thrusts became louder and sloppier. you felt that familiar coil tighten in your lower stomach and before you knew it, you came hard with a long moan, squeezing osamu's cock in the most tantalising way.
osamu pulled himself out of you and stroked himself to finish. when he felt himself getting dangerously close, he pushed your shirt up and came all over your lower back. both of your slowing breaths filled the room, the air still hot and heavy.
after a while, you felt his fingers scoop up some of his release on your back. you turned around to face him. you eyed his cum dripping down his fingers and grabbed that hand to bring those fingers to your face.
"can i have some?"
before he could say anything, you popped his cum-stained fingers into your mouth and you swirled your tongue over his digits, savouring him.
"fuck, you're a filthy little thing, aren't ya?" you took his fingers out of your mouth.
"like you're any better, fucking me in your kitchen in the morning," you challenged him, with no bite behind your words. osamu smirked at you.
"it's what you wanted." he pecked you on the lips, foreheads touching.
PAIRING - MIYA OSAMU X READER
GENRE - FLUFF, ANGST
SYNOPSIS - He didn’t want to look away from you. Didn’t want to even blink. He was afraid. Afraid that if he tore his eyes away from you for just one second then he would wake up. Wake up from this beautiful dream. He didn’t want to wake up.
A/N - This will include a ton of time skips and each part will have its own warnings. I hope you all enjoy <3
STATUS - ONGOING NEXT UPDATE - Aug 15
TAGLIST - OPEN
PARTS - 9 (+ alt endings)
01. Maybe Sundays Aren't So Bad
02. Orion
03. Graduation Day
04. Dark Teal and Gold
05. Goodbye
06. Dance With Me
07. Be Serious for a Second
08. Happy Birthday
09. Best of My Heart
Continuing On - (choose your ending)
FAQ 1
FAQ 2
FAQ 3
synopsis °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*; your first morning living together.
wc; 825
you woke up with large, warm arms wrapped around your torso and your head smushed between firm pecs.
your body was overheating with the swelter of both of your bodies tangled together, bare and sticky with sweat. still barely awake, you attempted to untangle your limbs from his own, only to be tugged impossibly closer.
"shh.." he grumbled frustratedly. you looked up from his chest, seeing his eyebrows furrowed together, then slowly relaxing. you smiled to yourself.
yesterday, you finally moved in with your fiance, osamu miya. it was anything but perfect- full of silly moments. one where you were both wrong about the type of screw needed for the dresser and ended up giggling about it like you were high schoolers again. another moment where you both forgot to make something for dinner, and you ended up ordering from a trashy take-out place that you would positively not be ordering from again unless you wanted grease-filled wings and suspicious veggies. and, yet another moment with you two intertwined beneath the sheets, sweating and out of breath but smiling and laughing through the darkness of the night.
but it was everything you could ever hope for, and more.
you and osamu had been dating for 2 and a half years before he proposed a month ago. it was private and beautiful, and in all honestly, he did catch you by surprise- well, as much as a man could do. of course, your gut feeling told you to get your hair and nails done before the trip, and you thanked yourself for listening.
now, even though the heat festering between your bodies was growing unbearable, you couldn't find it in yourself to pull away. you were with the man you loved, the man who loved you. the man who never stopped trying to be better for you, the man who was endlessly devoted to you.
emotion bubbled up in your chest. you felt ridiculously lucky to be here, to be happy. and, despite his own words of reassurance, you felt underserving of the love you felt squeezing at your heart.
your thoughts were quickly silenced by osamu's snoring.
you giggled to yourself, your own arms wrapping around his large, muscled torso. yeah. you were lucky.
soon after, osamu woke up slowly, shifting and stirring as he grumbled incoherently. even still asleep, he was strong enough to shift over onto his back and place your body onto his chest, draped over him like a ragdoll- or maybe a weighted blanket.
the sun was shining softly through the windows, illuminating the scene in front of you. osamu, eyes half lidded as he looked at you like you hung the sun, the moon, and the stars all at once. his grey hair was messy with sleep, strands sticking out and some falling over his face, and despite it, he looked devilishly handsome. his hand found your cheek and cradled it before stroking your cheek with his thumb once, then twice.
"'mornin' princess," he said lowly, voice still full of sleep. his other hand ventured below the blanket, settling heavy and warm on your bare lower back. you sighed softly, your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned into the tender caress of his palm.
"morning, honey," you whispered, turning your head to place a kiss into the palm of his hand. your eyes flickered open to watch his grow slightly, cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
you always knew how to fluster him and make him feel like a high school kid again. that seemed to happen a lot.
to osamu, this was the moment. the moment he would forever cherish and hold close to his heart, the moment he would never want to forget. and of course, he adored all of the memories he made with you, but this- this topped everything. if he were to forget everything besides just one memory, it wouldn't be the moments of sex or arousal he would choose (though that was amazing, too).
it would be this. with your pretty face looking at him as if he was deserving of you, your skin feeling perfect against his own. the soft pressure of your lips against his palm, the twinkle in your eyes as you pressed your body into his as if you wanted to become one. with the sun shining gently on your face, illuminating every little thing you thought wasn't pretty about you, but to him, it only made you more beautiful. flaws and all, you were perfect to him. and you always would be.
but it wasn't the moment just because of your beauty or nudity beneath the covers. it was because it was you. this was it for him, because it was you he was with, because it was you he got to share this morning with, and the rest of the mornings to come for his entire life. what a lucky guy he was.
tags and details! • random texts with bf osamu and gn reader! osamu x reader, slightly suggestive, post time skip, smau, ooc.. , cursing, osamu is nonchalant lover boy. heavy on nonchalant
a/n: ITS OSAMU TIME! next smau is gonna be suna texts pt2. im also crafting an intro post and master list! yay. ive been sooo busy recently so this smau was rushed. it’s.. okay.. and is 100% getting a pt2 in the near future. enjoy!
this might flop haha but i’m excited for suna’s pt2 😄🥹🥹
i saw u were looking for asks and was wondering if you wanted to cook up something cute for osamu miya 😽 maybe like their first morning waking up together after moving in together
AWWW I LOVE THIS! ill make it as fluffy as possible!
when miya osamu chose to revolt against the royal guard, he knew he was giving up the chance of ever having a respectable position ever again. the knight forces of inarizaki were just and powerful. they worked with honor, creatively battled their opposition, and most importantly, protected the royal families with their lives.
he knew, walking away from his last training day, that he and his brother were going to have to find an alternative way to make money. carve out a path in the world so large that the world would have no choice but to respect them both.
that's why he obeyed the ransom order from the kingdom of nekoma. that's why he and atsumu approached you, so beautiful on your nighttime walk to help them with their ship.
and you, the beautiful creature that you were, didn't think twice about it before helping them out.
now the kingdom slipped away behind you, more and more ocean covering the distance. you stood with your fists balled, fury written in your eyes.
“you tricked me!” you yelled, gesturing to the kingdom that seemed to slip farther and farther away by the minute. “you lied to me! i was helping you with your boat!”
“ya’ did help,” he shrugged, taking a sip of the rum bottle he held in his hands. it burned his throat in a way he found comforting during his time at sea. “ya’ did help us untie the rope from the dockin’ post, and ya’ were kind enough to help us get on board. so we didn’t lie.”
“you’ve committed a crime against the crown,” you said, straightening your back. “in a few moments, the royal guards will begin looking for their princess, only to realize i am gone! what do you intend to do about that? i suggest you return me at once!”
osamu simply set the rum down, a smirk painting his features as he leaned against the railing. between the moonlight tracing his cheeks and the gentle reflection on the waves, you were slightly mad to realize that he was handsome. impossibly so.
handsome in a way you didn’t see in the royals your family wanted you to wed.
finding no other choice, you grabbed the wooden sword conveniently beside you on deck and charged at him. your imperial training had taught you the weight, the speed of your charge, and so you did, extending a leg to hopefully trick him while attempting to make contact.
osamu dodged like it was breathing. he spun around, footwork immaculate as he countered all of your blows with seemingly no effort at all. every swing was met with a duck, a spin, or even a casual catch of the wooden surface in his hands.
in what seemed like an instant, he pulled the sword from your hands, the dull clattering of it on the deck as he knocked you to the wooden floor.
your wrists were held in his grasp, his body hovering over yours with weight, yes, but enough space to escape if you needed.
his breath was hot and steady, his eyes watching you intently.
“what?” you asked breathlessly, not even understanding how you ended up here. it was fast. so fast you could hardly register.
“i know all yer’ tricks,” he chuckled, the smallest smile gracing his features. “whatever ya’ try won’t work.”
“how?” you asked, eyebrows knitting in confusion. pirates were rogues. they were lawless merchants or plunderers. no pirate should do what he’d just done…
“well princess,” he smirked, “ya’ probably don’t know everything about us now, do ya’? before i was a pirate, i was meant to be yer’ knight.”
