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your head spun as aiku's hands were all over you, groping and feeling your body for the first time. you were pressed against his mustang, cold air chilling you both.
"oliver," you panted, pulling away from the tall man, "my house, not out here. too cold," you whined out, feeling his hand caress your cheek.
"of course, princess," he opened your door for you, holding your hand and helping you into the car.
he rushed into the car, not even putting his seatbelt on as he reverse out of the parking spot. his grip on the steering wheel felt tighter as he was eager to make it to your place. he remembers every way he took, making it to your house quicker than before.
your legs shook, but not in arousal, in nervousness. you couldnt even remember if you had cleaned up your room before you left and youre inviting this man in? who even are you?
you were so on edge that it became evident to the man next to you, making him speak up, "you know you dont have to do this if you dont wanna, right?"
"yes, i know oliver," you said, almost in a whisper.
"then what's wrong, princess?"
that stupid fucking nickname, the name that had your insides feel like mush, the nickname that he had only started using today and it made you feel like melting. you were so easy.
"i dont know if my house is cleaned up.. wasnt really expecting you to come over after," you sighed, leaning your head against the window.
you felt a hand on your thigh, giving a light squeeze, "i dont care about what your house is like, okay? im here for you, not to judge you."
a smile crept up on your face, all you needed was that little reassurance and you were back to your regular self.
"thank you, oli," you smiled at him, placing your hand over his, the one on your thigh. he gave a smile in return before quickly shifting his eyes back on the road.
you unlocked the door, walking in and taking off your shoes, aiku following suit.
you led him to your room, where clothes were immediately being scattered around your room, he sat down on the edge of the bed, letting you straddle him, getting the rest of your clothes off, leaving him in his boxers and you in your undergarments.
your mouth slotted with his, almost fitting perfectly as he kissed you with fierce passion.
he suddenly picked you up with ease, as if you weighed as light as a feather, and placed you on your bed, head in the pillows, as he crawled between your legs. he leaned down you kiss you a few more times before pulling away to leave a trail of kisses down your jawline. he reached your collarbone, nipping at the skin, leaving small bruises across your neck.
