The Art Room [Oikawa x Reader]

Chapter 35 - Study Session

I didn't think I'd be spending my Saturday over at Oikawa's house to study for an upcoming test. Well, he said study in the text, but I'm sure he doesn't actually want to do that.

The sun was already setting by the time I got to his place. I wasn't planning on coming over here this late, but I lost track of time. I texted him, letting him know I was here, and waited. My stomach began to feel weird. I wasn't sick, I think. Just nervous. I shouldn't feel nervous though, I've hung out with him alone before. But for some reason, this time just felt different.

Oikawa eventually opened the door for me, stepping aside to let me in.

"Is there anyone home?" I asked, trying to calm my nerves by starting a conversation.

"No, my parents just left," Oikawa tilts his head then smirks, "why?"

"Don't look at me like that. I was just wondering."

He shrugs, heading to his bedroom and I followed behind. My eyes skimmed the room, trying to decide where to sit. I ended up on the floor across from his bed. He seemed a little disappointed when I didn't choose to sit on the bed, but I do want to study, at least for a bit.

I pull out my notebook and worksheets from my bag and point to a specific question, "Do you know how to do these problems?"

He sits across from me, "Yeah, here,"

He starts writing down the solution, explaining the easiest way to figure it out. I know Oikawa was the one who asked to study, but this ended up being a tutor session for me. Barely even an hour in and I was suffering.

"I already told you; you have to do this step before this one." He points to where I made the mistake on my paper. I groan, feeling unmotivated to fix it.

He sighs, pushing his workbooks aside, "Fine, let's take a break."

"Thank you." I flop onto the ground. How does schoolwork drain me this much?

"Hey,"

I look up to see Oikawa sitting at the edge of his bed now.

"Come here."

I raise an eyebrow, "Why?"

"Just come here."

What is he going to do?

I reluctantly drag myself off the ground, slowly making my way toward him. His stare is fixated on my face, making me even more nervous than I was before. His hands reach my waist, pulling me closer to him. I follow his eyes. He's looking at me up and down.

"You're so pretty."

My face flushes red.

"Thanks..." Is all I could say. I avoided eye contact since I might've exploded right there and then. I wasn't used to Oikawa treating me this way.

"There's no need to be nervous, Y/N." He lowers his voice, "It's just me."

He brings a hand to my face, forcing me to look at him. I'm not sure what this man has that makes me want to collapse every time he does something like this. I couldn't even speak.

He pulls my face to his, closing the space between us. I felt his tongue press against me, so I instinctively part my lips, allowing it to slip inside. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling our bodies closer than they were before.

He pulls away, and before I could catch my breath, he lays on the bed and pulls me on top of him, my legs on each side of him. We resume our kiss from before, not as slow anymore though. Oikawa's hands remained on my waist, sliding one of them slightly under my top. He moves his lips onto my jawline, leaving small kisses leading down to my neck.