We're a Mess (Oikawa x Reader)

Chapter 14

"I had a really nice time. Thanks Oikawa." I smiled. We were standing at the door to my dorm. He leaned one shoulder on the wall beside the door.

Oikawa had a blank face for a second.

"Hm? What?" He snaps out of it, slipping off the wall and catching himself.

"I said thanks for tonight." I giggled. He smiled and shrugged.
"No problem. Are you sure you don't want me to dry your clothes?" He asks. I could tell he felt bad. I stood there trying to make up my
mind then finally decided.

"Fine. Thanks." I smile. He sighs out of relief and takes my hand, pulling me towards the laundry mat. We get there and I facepalm myself.

"I didn't bring anything to change into." I sigh.
"PFFT- here I brought some pjs. I can just not wear my shirt." Oikawa says, stripping off his wet shirt that was stuck to his toned abs and chest. I gulp, eyes wandering around his body.

He looks up at me and grins.

"I know. Take it all in. You can take a picture if you want. Nothings stopping you." He flexes his arms showing off. I pull out my phone and snap a pic.
He freezes.

"Wait you actually- let me see." He looks over my shoulder. His warm breath on the side of my face. My hands shake holding the phone.
"Damn. I'm hot as fuck." He chuckles. I turn my face to his direction to laugh but I cut myself off when I notice how close our faces are.

I can feel myself leaning in and I see Oikawa doing the same. Lips slightly parted. Quiet.
I turn away and punch him on the shoulder like a guy would do to his bestie.

I'm so awkward I'm going to die.

He freezes there, opens his eyes and then scratches his eyebrow, looking down to the floor.

"Which machine should we use?" I say loudly, walking over to the machines, trying to defuse the awkward air.
He recovers from his embarrassed stage and catches up with me.

"well nobody's here so we can use whichever you want." He smiles. It's at least 4 in the morning.
I decide on one and he throw his shirt in.
"here you go" he hands his dry shirt to me.

It smells like him. Like his laundry detergent.

He stands there for a second, just looking at me.
"Turn around?" I say, moving my finger into circles. He jumps in realization and turns around. Shoving his hands into his pockets.

I take off my shirt and pants, leaving me just in Oikawa's shirt.
"You can turn around now." I mutter, barely audible. He does so and gives me a grin.

"You look good in my shirt." He inches towards me.
Oikawa now had a pair of grey sweats on. Shirtless with a small thin chain around his neck.
Not tacky, simple.
He still has his glasses which he has resting on the top of his head like sunglasses.

"Whatever. You won't see me like this again." I roll my eyes. He winks and puts my clothes in the dryer with his. He starts the dryer and leans against a wall across from me, taking a lollipop out of his pocket and putting on his glasses. He turns on his phone and scrolls through some stuff with the candy in his mouth.

I know what he's doing. Little son of a bitch is doing it on purpose to look sexy. Screw him.

"You good?" He chimes into your thoughts. He had the lollipop resting in one side of his mouth. He must have noticed your frazzled/annoyed face.

"Hm? Yeah I'm good." I answer, sitting down and crossing my legs. I pull the shirt to my knees which pulls the collar low, making me pull it back up. It's a never ending cycle of pulling the shirt up and down out of ✨uncomfy-ness✨.
I look up to see Oikawa glaring at me through his bangs. Like he was looking at his phone then looked up very slightly. Once I looked at him he looked back down to his phone. Very sneaky.

I decided something. That I want to kiss Oikawa. I want to kiss the shit out of him.

I walk over to him and pull the lollipop out of his mouth. He gives me a confused look.
I take the lollipop and put it in my own mouth without loosing our eye contact. He looked down at my mouth then back at me.

"Can I have it back now?" He asks. I was trying to look hot but ok.

He takes the lollipop out of my mouth and does the same thing, yet it turned me on way more.
My face goes red and he snickers.

"I got real skills." He looks back to his phone. This guy won't take a hint.
I rub my hand up the back of his neck into his hair. I feel him shiver.

He looks to me with one eyebrow up, holding the lollipop in one hand.
"Friendly much?" He grins. He finally puts his phone back into his pocket. I do the honours of slipping his glasses back onto his head.
His hair's so soft my god.

I lean in, placing my hands on his chest. He doesn't move. It's like he's waiting for me.
"Why won't you move?" I mumble close to his face. Teasing him? Maybe. All those chick flicks are coming in handy.

"I need proof you want to kiss me." He answers. His head was slightly tilted to the side, lips parted, eyes half closed. He moved to the side, leaning against a dryer with his arms. His knuckles were white. Like he's suppressing an urge to move forward.

After a second or two I connect my lips to his. He slowly puts his hand to the side of my face, gently holding me cheek while kissing me. He threw away his lollipop, making sure it doesn't get stuck in my hair.
He tastes like cherries. His lips still sticky from the candy. So sweet.
I wrap my arms around his neck and he puts his hands on my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were completely against each other.

He pulls away and grins, catching his breath. He then goes back in, this time his hands going down my waist to my thighs.