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˚✶ * morning massage w/ osamu

m.list / wc: 702

    dark clouds move slowly above your house, circling and swirling in every which way. rain trickles down every few minutes, lightening up only to storm back down in ever changing waves. the kitchen light seems to be the only one on, a soft warm essence that leaks into the connected dining room. windows let in whatever light seeps through the clouds, illuminating the puzzle in front of you.

  a simply decorated mug sits on the table, your hand clasped around the handle. heat bubbles up from the mug, a sweetened coffee slowly cooling as you place another piece. you tend to work on the sides first, outlining it before filling it in. pressing another piece in, you bring the mug up to your lips, the cool lip of the ceramic is quickly replaced by the warm liquid. 

  osamu tends to wake up early, a habit formed from early mornings in the kitchen (and a season at a bakery). however, this particular morning, his body decided to give him a rest. something you wish you could give him every day he comes home from a long shift. although, it doesn't stop you from appreciating hearing his soft footsteps entering the hallway. 

  setting down another puzzle piece, you look out the window, the barely visible reflection of osamu in the kitchen reflecting off of it. looking back down, you pretend to not hear him, taking another sip of your coffee, trying to hide the smile creeping onto your face. sitting it back down, your eyes are covered with moisturized hands, still rough from calluses. 

  "guess who.." his voice is deeper than usual, the usual morning raspiness still there.

  "well, i'm hoping it's my husband. if not, this coffee is scolding hot."

  he chuckles lightly, echoing through your ear like a song. slowly moving his hands from your eyes, they turn over, the backs of his hands brushing against your neck. his touch is soft, barely noticeable besides the goosebumps it sends running down your spine. one stays by your neck, returning his palm to your skin, thumb pressing against a resilient knot forming beneath. "it's a good thing it is than."

  leaning over your shoulder, osamu's head comes into view. his expression is soft, a five o'clock shadow forming from a lazy weekend. "good morning lovely," leaning towards you, his lips brush your nose, the sweet scent of toothpaste and day old cologne filling your nostrils. 

  slowly his lips trace down yours, peppering your frown lines until he eventually tastes the coffee you were drinking. it's not as dark as he tends to enjoy, but he would hate to someday kiss your lips and taste that same bitterness. the prickly hairs on his face leaving a tingling sensation on your upper lip. "good morning handsome," you whisper into his lips, the mint flavor growing ever stronger.

  "your neck feels really stiff, you want your personal masseuse to step up?" osamu smiles, leaning back from your kiss, still keeping eye contact with you.

  pursing your lips, you nod softly, eyebrows lowering. "if he's available today..."

  osamu's quick to stand up straight, cracking his knuckles (in quite an over exaggerated manner). his hands slowly lowers against your shoulders, fingers moving methodically until they're in their respective places. sitting back in your seat, you try to loosen the tension in your upper body. as soon as your shoulders drop, osamu's thumbs begin to press into your back, a soft hum escaping your lips. 

  they swirl around the spots with an amount of pressure that felt uncomfortably perfect. his fingers press the front of your shoulders, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion. "so happy i took that baking course," osamu whispers, hands readjusting so his hands are against your low neck.

  "you're equating massaging my shoulders to kneading dough?" you question, leaning your head back so you can look up and see his face, eyebrows raised. 

  looking back down at you, his eyes roll absentmindedly, annoyed with your inability to sit down and relax. "well you are just as stubborn. although, i do love you significantly more," osamu's hands leave your neck, instead cupping your neck as he leans down for another kiss.

  "i would hope so."

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˚✶ * too sweet w/ atsumu 

m.list / wc: 466

    it can't be said i'm an early bird. it's ten o'clock before i say a word. music plays throughout a speaker system, a sultry voice ringing through your ears. you rest your head in your palm, free hand creeping towards his back. the midnight moon lets little light into his apartment, just barely illuminating his figure, shoulders and head outlined. 

  your finger, runs up his back, feeling his raised spine. you keep telling me to live right, to go to bed before the daylight. but then you wake up for the sunrise. delicately pressing your finger against his skin, you reach the nape of atsumu’s hair. soft, short pieces of hair stick up, goosebumps forming from your touch. they feel comfortable beneath your touch, hand spreading out to run through his recently shampooed hair. 

  don't you just want to take up, dark as a lake. he shifts in his sleeps, eyelids barely fluttering before his chest raises and falls normally. biting your lip, you lower your hand to his neck, running down to his shoulder. freckles appear as your hand moves, the sprinkles of light brown drawing your eyes. i'll think i'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black, and my bed at three. you're too sweet for me. 

  running your finger down his arm, you feel the hair raise on his arm, trying to call his attention. narrowing your eyes, you outline his bicep, a smile forming on your face as it tightens beneath your touch. following down the rest of his arm, you reach his hand. pressing your palm against his, you interlock your fingers between his. atsumu’s hand is soft, care put into every crevice and spiral. even the callouses brush against your hand with a grain of tenderness.

  but who wants to live forever, babe? you treat your mouth as if it’s heaven’s gate. leaning over him, your eyes trace every aspect of his face. the lightness of his skin, the delicate touch of his moisturized lips. he’s curated every inch of his being, a brightness that only a certain person could love. the rest of you like you’re the tsa. i wish i could go along, babe, don’t get me wrong. staring at his blonde stricken hair and glowing skin, you purse your lips.

  untangling your hands, you lean back against the bed. his silk sheets surround you like a cloud, airy beneath your touch. warmth still pressing against your leg, his tied around yours in an unconscious attempt to cling to you. to cling to the idea of you. you know you’re bright as the morning, as soft as the rain. pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. if you can sit in a barrel, maybe i’ll wait. yet you fear if he clings too hard, you’ll destroy him. 

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˚✶ * bathroom tiles w/ suna (slight nsfw)

m.list / wc: 350

    the bathroom tiles feel damp to the touch, clothes strewn about. an old rickety fan runs above, unable to keep up with the temperature change. a window is propped open in the hopes of letting the moisture out, however, it only brings in the sound of cars racing by. you press your back up against his, relishing in his hands running through your hair. 

  his fingers are gentle against your scalp, moving slowly, sensually, as the water trickles down against his back. soap suds build up within your hair, pieces pressed down against your skin. “i love you,” he whispers, leaning his head down, kissing your jaw line, “and how sweet you taste.”

  “it’s honey body wash, the same one i’ve always had,” you lean into his touch, hand reaching up to caress his neck, stubble reaching down to his adam’s apple. him having hardly any time to shave it.

  suna looks up at you through half-closed eyelids, still reveling in your touch. pressing his lips against your skin again, he breathes in the same warmth, the sweet sensation sending goosebumps down his legs. your skin is soft to the touch, imperfections unnoticeable as his fingers trace from your sides to your hips. they move gently beneath the water, butterflies forming in your stomach.

  “it feels like i’m breathing you in for the first time,” he moves his hands to the back of your neck, thumbs massaging circles into your muscles. suna leans down again, kissing the bottom of your neck, trailing his lips up to your hairline. 

  reaching your hands back, you find his, pulling them around your shoulders. your back sticks to his stomach, the soap draining down your bodies as you step into the water. the steam builds in the shower, sticking to the bathroom tiles, condensation building. they feel sticky and overwhelmed like your bodies turning to one, your lips pressed against his. beads of water roll down your skin until it joins the rest of the mixture of liquids at the bottom of the shower. swirling down the drain as he pulls you even closer. 

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this was lovely and actually too introspective so thanks for that lale 5/5 stars, would recommend

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hi wyr how are you what's going on did you know that ur name autocorrects on my phone from 'wut' sometimes.

hi hi!! good, at work. hbu? i actually love that so much, truly my attitude half the time so it works