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“C’mon, can't we just do it a little bit??”
Osomatsu clung to your arm, crocodile tears and desperation in his eyes. At this point, you wouldn't be surprised if he began groveling and begging like a dog, though you might not hate the sight of him in such a position.
When asked by nearly everyone you know how you ended up dating a jobless loser, you never had a solid answer. Even you were stumped as to how and why this happened, but you never hated a single moment with him (that was a lie, but it’s nice to dream right?) and he was a genuinely good person, deep, deep, deep down. Osomatsu wasn’t the perfect person, far from it actually, but when it comes down to it, he always tries to help you out when things are rough, whether it be stupid jokes or stories he’d make up or the simple act of him holding you closer to his side so you could be comforted. His methods were definitely awkward, but heartfelt nonetheless.
But lately, you'd been feeling especially lonely and became increasingly angrier the more he would call you and the two of you would always end up having some form of sex or fetish play. Was this all that you were to him, just easy access? You were sure that wasn’t the case, but his everyday groping and inappropriate comments and actions seemed to push you more towards that idea. This was going to be the case with someone like Osomatsu, you knew that, but was a week of rest and comfort too much to ask for?
The tug from Osomatsu brought you back from your thoughts and you had remembered that you just told him this week that you had to put a ban on sex and, to be safe (for yourself), any overly familiar skinship. Upon hearing the announcement, Osomatsu nearly broke into tears and had been like this, begging and crying and whining, for 3 days now.
Frustrated by his complaints, you scolded him, telling him it'd only been a few days, that he shouldn't be so desperate.
“But, I haven't gotten off in so long! Please, just one time..!” he cried.
“Why don’t you just go take care of yourself?” you retorted.
“I did but it's not the same… I miss that thing you do with your mouth, when you swirl-”
You felt your cheeks heat up, and smacked him in the forehead for lack of common decency.
To be honest, this has been affecting you just as much, if not more than your friend. You missed his touch and how he would always find any way to get extra close to you and your body. You missed the cuddles he'd give you after sex. He wasn't the only one suffering.
But your resolve was firm, and you needed to think about the relationship the two of you have and how to improve and work on it. But you were also scared. There was a small chance of your fears of him only using you for sex being true, but it as a still a chance.
The silence he gave you in response was disturbingly long, and you glanced at him curiously. Osomatsu’s face looked so awkward, with his eyebrows furrowed and the pouty mouth he’d been wearing for hours gone. You heard him grumble under his breath and his eyes closed, as if deep in thought. His hands then gripped your shoulders just a tad roughly, warranting a yelp from you in response. His brown eyes then stared directly into your own, and he spoke again, this time with nervousness and worry.
“Am I… Doing something bad?”
“Huh?” You blink twice, and realize what he’s trying to do.
His face heats up, and you can see him physically crumpling up over being this emotionally open. “Am I.. Am I fucking up somewhere?”
Oh no.
He knows something’s wrong, which is honestly a first in his book.
You didn’t plan for this--you actually wanted a little more time to mull things over--and with the same feelings as him, you stuttered out your worries. With each issue you voiced, after a long time of repressing it, you could see Osomatsu feel actual pain every time you said something new. He looked especially horrible when you mentioned all the problems you had with sex. When you’d finished, the poor guy looked like he was about to fade into nonexistence, but eventually recovered from all the hits he took and grinned, though it was more of a regretful one than his usual smug default.
“I guess I’m a pretty shitty boyfriend, huh?” he laughed.
“Wait, no, you’re not,” you protested, “I’ve just been a little paranoid is all-”
He interrupts you with your own name. “You’re the smart one in this relationship, so I think you should give yourself a little more credit here.”
Quickly, he hand rests on the back of your head and pulls it towards his own head, softly kissing your forehead. You weren’t sure if this was to comfort you, or to hide his reddening face from your own, but you felt at ease either way, and let him proceed, taking in the scent of beer and cigarettes embedded into his hoodie.
“If… If I’m doing something bad, I need you to tell me or stop me, okay? I’m not the best person around, shockingly enough,” he states, as if it were something no one in their lives would have guessed, “so I need someone smart to fix me up, right? And I can’t really have that someone bailing out on me, when there isn’t really anyone else, haha.”
You nodded into his chest and wrapped your arms around his back to comfort your clumsy, awkward boyfriend. He may be an idiot, but he wasn’t stupid; Osomatsu was always smarter and kinder than he leads on to be, and though not many got to see it, those who do know how good of a person he truly was when he tried his best. A few minutes passed, and unfortunately you had to release from him sooner or later so you let go of his back, but looked up at his face once more.
“Thank you, I… I really needed that,” you thank him just as awkwardly as he apologized to you, whispering just strongly enough to reach his ears.
Ah, there was that grin again, the cute, smug, shit-eating grin. Immediately after, his demeanor changed quite fast.
“Hey.” his voice shook slightly.
“Hm?”
“So uh, can we have sex again?”
You decide, just for that, you were going to add another week to the sex ban.