Rude Girl {Garou x OC}

rude girl

"You don't have to," Aki said letting go of his hand but he kept it in place.

"Say you don't want me to go," his voice was low and while she was tired, sleep wasn't what she wanted right now.

She met his gaze. His eyes, always intense and curious, were set on her. She leaned closer, placing her hand on his forearm, feeling the toned muscle beneath her touch, "I don't want you to go, Garou."

He closed the distance between them, letting his lips crash with hers. He held her head, moving his hand from her cheek to the nape of her neck. Her own hands trailed up his muscular arms, to his shoulders, resting on his neck and jawline.

She deepened the kiss. Her thumb traced his angular jaw as his tongue twisted with hers. He pulled her into him, sitting her on his lap. Her heart raced and heat spread through her core, rushing out in the smallest moan.

Garou smirked into their kiss, parting for air, "That-"

She didn't let him finish as she kissed him once more. Her hands travelled from his neck to his chest. He ran one hand over her fingers, along her delicate wrist. His touch was gentle and soft compared to what she had witnessed earlier in the market.

"You aren't scared?" he whispered next to her ear as his other hand trailed from the nape of her neck, down her spine.

"I'm terrified," she pushed away from him slightly and ran her hands through his silver hair. "I've never kissed a monster before."

He hummed into her neck, breathing in the rose and patchouli. She was soft and warm, "You have no idea what you do to me." He pulled her closer, kissing her neck and shoulders through the t-shirt she wore.

"What is that?"

"You smell so good. You're soft as hell," he kissed her jawline. "I've been wanting to do this from the moment I saw you. I'll kill the next thing that tries to mess with you."

"Garou?"

"Hm?"

"I want you," she was barely audible.

"I'm sorry, you'll have to speak up."

She leaned in, her lips touching his ear lobe, "I said, I want you."

"In what ways do you want me?"

Her eyes narrowed. His hands rested on her thighs now, one on each side, "You're an ass."

"I know," he kissed her deeply. Gods, this is what he'd wanted. It was even better than he'd fantasized about.

She tugged at the hem of her shirt, pulling it in between their kiss and over her head. He stopped breathing. She was on his lap in her bra and a pair of tiny shorts.

He placed his large, warm hands on the smallest part of her waist and squeezed. She was so soft. She was perfect.

She let out a small moan again. His hands fit everywhere he touched perfectly.

"Garou?"

"Yes, kitten?"

"Touch me more?"

He smiled, kissing her bare collarbone now as he trailed his hands up along her side to her breasts. Her bra dutifully did its job, holding her in and pushing them up.

He kissed along her chest, along the full roundness that her bra left uncovered.

"Fuck," he said into her skin.

With one hand, he made quick work of the clasps. He paused before he removed her bra, wanting to remember this moment of unveiling. Soft. Her breasts were perfect, two perky nipples pointed slightly up, waiting for his touch.