𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 | 𝗧.𝗢𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔

fifteen

XENA'S     POV

   "Girlfriend?" Oikawas mouth was attached to my neck like fucking glue, kissing every inch he could. He briefly pulled away, breathing heavily into my neck.

   "I'm sorry, it slipped out, I should've waited until I asked officially." his head drops to rest on my shoulder. "When are you going to ask officially?" the question slipped out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

   I have been thinking about it recently but I'm in absolutely no rush if he's not ready, I am more than ready to give him my all though.

   Finally, his head retracted, he searched my eyes, looking for any sort of playfulness. His gaze softened when he saw the serious expression on my face.

   "I wasn't sure if you were ready." he paused, "and I want it to be perfect for you." he sighed, not once daring to break eye contact with me.

   "Tooru, I don't need perfect with you, I don't need a dinner date, I don't need fancy rings, I don't need shiny shoes. I just need you." Oikawa's body reacted quickly, pulling me even closer than before. His eyes shined with admiration as his pupils grew with every breath his body took. His breathing became progressively heavier.

   "Be my girlfriend, officially." his hot breath fanned over my jawline, the air chilling my entire body as he swallowed roughly. "Yes," I barely managed to whisper out, nearly sounding like a moan. "You're so fucking sexy." Oikawa's lips dragged over my jawline, leaving open mouthed kisses around the skin.

   "You're perfect to me and I can't believe you're mine." His hands prying away at my shirt, his warm lips came back up to meet my own. My tongue dragged across his bottom lip, earning a whine from him in the process.

    "I want you." he swiveled his head to kiss me once again. A breathy moan seeped from his throat, his hips coming in between mine. His clothed, growing erection brushed against my clit, making both of us sigh out in relief from the friction.

   His eyes rolled back as I sucked on the tissue of his plump lips. His silver coated knuckles traveled across the tops of my breasts, stopping suddenly to give them a firm squeeze through my bra.

   The unexpected pressure released a surprised gasp from my lips, unlocking themselves from his bottom lip. A ghost of a smirk plastered on his swollen lips. 

"I love the noises you make, I barely touched you and look at how much of a mess you're becoming." his large hand reached up to set itself on top of my head, my hair messy from the heated makeout session.

   My cheeks burned as a red hue covered my face, my lips swollen from meshing with his. I glanced up to meet his eyes, his dark ones absorbing me from above as his hand glided softly over my fiery cheeks.

    His pointer and middle finger pulled my bottom lip down, sticking his fingers into my mouth. His fingers massaged my tongue gently as I began to suck on his fingers while keeping his menacing stare.