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CHAPTER 16Β 






Oikawa drags you through the front door and locks it behind you. "We're lucky the boba shop was still open," he waits for you to settle in before grabbing your hand, "The car isn't in the driveway, so that means that my dad is still out. The place is ours until then!"

Almost like a little child, he runs down the hallway, completely excited to have a taste of all the desserts he bought. You nearly stumble along the way, his long and fast strides leading you into the kitchen.

He pulls out a stool for you by the wooden island before taking one for himself. The grocery bags plop onto the counter, and he instantly reaches inside to grab his milk bread.

"I'm so excited!" he rips the packaging open and breaks off a roll. You watch, sipping your taro drink while he takes a big bite. "Mm! You gotta try this! It's the perfect amount of sweetness and fluffiness," he rips you a piece and holds it in front of your mouth.

Slowly, you open your mouth and let him feed you. You don't expect much from the plain looking snack, but when you continue to chew, the flavour and texture melts on your tongue. "Whoa, that's better than I expected."

"Told you," once he finishes his first, he reaches inside the bag and grabs another serving, "I swear, I can never get sick of this."

"If you eat too much you just might," you warn him, but he proceeds to scarf down the sweet bread. The white box still sits in the bag, waiting to be opened. "Can I see what else you bought?"

He nods, too busy washing it all down with a swig of his pearl milk tea. Sliding the white box out from the bag, you open the lid to find six different macarons.

"They're for you," Oikawa says through a bite, "I saw you looking at them earlier and I knew you wanted them."

"Wow," you admire the different colours and decorations on each of the cookies, "Thank you."

"No problem..." he burps, then proceeds to reach for your drink and takes a small sip. "Hm... pearl milk tea is better."

"What do you mean? Taro is superior."

"Nuh-uh."

"Yuh-uh."

He laughs when you mimic his voice. "Alright, which one do you wanna try first?"

You look at the macarons, not wanting to ruin any of their perfect designs. "Hm, let's try this one," reaching inside the box, you lift the small brown macaron and split it in half. Some of the cookie crumbles onto the counter, and when you hand Oikawa his half, he eats the entire thing in one bite.

"Oh!" his brows raise at the unexpected flavour, then his face twists into a scowl. "I thought it would be chocolate."

"What is it?"

"Your favourite," he washes the bitter-sweet flavour down with a sip of his boba, "It's coffee."

You take a bite, the soft cookie and sweet icing tastes exactly like your usual coffee order. "Hm, reminds me of the cafe you took me to a while back." Oikawa watches you finish your last bite. He slowly reaches up, wiping a crumb off the corner of your lips with a finger. "Thank you," you turn to give him a smile, but instead, you watch him bring his finger into his mouth and lick it clean. Then, he rests his chin on his hand like nothing happened.

When the silence stretches, he glances over. "Something wrong?"

You shake your head, not feeling able to form words the moment he stands and spins your stool around. He grabs your hips, helping you off your seat and up to sit on the counter. There's a look in his eyes that you immediately recognize β€” his dilating pupils exposing all of his desires.

"What are you thinking about?" you whisper when he lowers his head, pressing his forehead to yours.

He has no idea how you would react to the truth. "I'm thinking about you and me," he inhales shakily, "and I'm thinking about how much I like you." You lean back, meeting the same hazy eyes, now paired with flushed cheeks. "I like you, like, a lot."

Your pulse spikes instantly. He licks his lips, and he hesitates at first before leaning in slowly, giving you a few seconds to back out. But you don't, instead closing the few inches between your lips with a peck. Oikawa's eyelids flutter at the light sensation.

"I like you too," your voice shakes from your racing heart, "It took me some time to figure out my feelings but I'm certain now. I like you, like, a lot."

A small laugh escapes him when he hears the same words. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Another pause drags after you take in each other's confessions. It's a peaceful silence β€” it's nothing awkward, just you two feeling completely safe in each other's presence.

You watch his tongue swipe over his lips, and when he catches you staring, he leans in and kisses you. There's something striking about the movement of his lips, every kiss bringing a new sense of longing.

He pushes his hip between your legs, spreading them apart as he slides you closer to the edge of the counter. "You have no idea how badly I want you right now," his words brush over your lips before he's kissing you again, this time more roughly.

When you feel yourself losing your breath, you break the kiss and lean back. His lips are already pink and plump from the small make out. "I wanna know what you plan to do to me," there's a slight throb growing between your thighs, exactly where Oikawa's bulge is pressed up against.

When your thighs tremble beside him, he presses himself harder against your heat. "But I wanna know what you want to do," he breathes, already bringing back the image of you riding him on the living room couch, "I love seeing you in control."

His mouth latches onto the side of your neck, biting so he could erase the image from his mind. You lean your head back, granting him more access. Every suck on your skin draws out a soft, innocent moan. The throb between your thighs returns, every pulsation becoming more intense as the seconds tick by.

"I wanna ride you," you manage to speak, and he bites your neck harder, letting you know that he likes the idea. "Let me ride you."

He leaves one more purple mark before leaning back, his fingers already flying to the zipper on his pants. You move quickly, working on your own pants while Oikawa pulls his sweater off. When he sees you struggling, he helps by tugging your jeans past your hips and thighs.

Your curse to yourself when your pants refuse to leave your legs. "Sorry," the apology goes past Oikawa's attention. He has no problem helping you strip, tugging the rest of your jeans past your legs while you handle your sweater. Both of your clothes form a messy pile on the floor, all but your panties, bra, and his own boxers.

Glancing down, you watch his pecs and abs move with every heavy breath he takes. You reach out, tracing the lines that separate each toned muscle. You drag your fingertips up his abs and onto his pecs, the gentle touches making him moan quietly.

Then immediately, Oikawa's lips crash onto yours. You see stars behind your eyelids, and your head starts to spin from the eagerness in his kisses. He lets his tongue slide into your mouth, drawing another one of those innocent moans that he loved so much.

Your fingers tousle his hair while he grabs onto your ass. Saliva coats your lips, and you lean back, struggling to catch your breath. "Your bedroom?" you ask lazily, and he responds by tapping your thigh, signalling for you to wrap your legs around his waist.

When you grab onto him, he slides you off the counter and starts moving towards his room. He squeezes your ass, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave bruises, and you return the favour by nibbling the side of his neck.

He walks into his dark bedroom and presses you up against the wall, letting you feel his growing erection. "Hold on," he pants and taps your thigh. You release your legs, standing against the wall while he tugs his boxers down and kicks them off his feet.

You turn around, letting Oikawa unclasp your bra as you work on your panties. The view of your back is amazing. Even in the darkness, Oikawa can make out the curves and planes of your body, tempting his tongue to explore every inch.

When you twirl back around, he grabs the backs of your thighs and signals for you to jump up. Your legs wrap around his waist, and he presses his chest against yours, not daring to let you slip from the wall.

"I want to try something first," he finds your eyes in the darkness, "Hold on."

You grab his shoulders, and they tense under your tight grip. Pleasure shoots through your body when he fits his cock into your slit, and after a few thrusts of his hips, his entire length is coated in your sweet arousal. Your clit swells when his tip rubs you, the fine movements already making your back arch off the wall.

"Oikawa," you moan out to him, "Fuck me already, please."

His laugh is airy, giving away that he too was almost gone just from the close contact. "Okay," he gives you a nod, "Let me know if you want me to stop." When you nod back, he bucks his hips, positions himself at your entrance, and slowly pushes inside.


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