Warning:

intense kissing with tongue

rubbing

caressing through clothes

grinding

groping

slight praising

minor dirty talk

handjob over clothes

A/N:

I went overboard how much I wrote cuz I'm thirsty for Oikawa. So, this is a long chapter. You're welcome.

If you wish to not read, there's a short summary at the end. It's terrible, sorry. This chapter is already long to type out so I'm burnt out.

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Work was agonizingly slow due to your lost thoughts of Tetsu's visit today. His desperation for you to make amends with his dad stuck out to you like a sore thumb, wondering if that was his sole purpose in making Hajime and Takahiro to bring him to your work.

Of course it was, and you came to an understanding why he would do that. Maybe he didn't really do it for Tooru's sake, but for his - possibly scared of never seeing you again.

Sighing so exasperatedly, you clocked out from your shift and promised your parents to buy more groceries for their next visit to your place. Since it is early in the evening, you decided to grab those items on the way home before your mind get a chance to forget the chore.

The market wasn't far from your cafe as you strolled through the street to enter the wind-blowing store. The temperature inside is much lower, causing your body to shiver and shake to adjust to it. However, you just felt like your body grew colder.

The crowd isn't tight luckily, so carrying a basket was much easier to make turns at certain angles. Entering the spice aisle, you stopped at a shelf to glower at the miniature bottles and stepped close to read the scrutinizing labels.

Counting the alphabet, your hand hovered to each bottle, trailing your finger to find pink salt and nutritional yeast on the shelf. You were so engrossed that you didn't realize another hand was floating close to yours, touching the side of your hand when approaching the black pepper bottle.

"I'm sorry-" but your voice cut short when you turned your eyes to see the stranger next to you and the face took your breath away.

Tooru was just as surprised as you are, eyes widening underneath his milk white hat with a 'Daddy' embroidery in black, Bluetooth earphones plug into his ears. The music was loud that you can hear it muffle at a close distance. It came to a stop when he pulled both of them out of his ear canal and place them in a battery case.

"Hey," he peeped. The awkward atmosphere found its way to suffocate you again and you were annoyed of it.

"Hi," your voice was much lower than his, more shaken and nervous. You made it totally obvious that you were uncomfortable which Tooru isn't stupid enough to notice.

"Are you shopping?" He attempted to converse in hopes to make it less uncomfortable for you. But you were more enthralled in the idea that he was even speaking to you.

You nodded, "Just restocking on supplies. How about you?"

"Just got off work so I plan to make dinner tonight," he answered shortly with a hand behind his head, rubbing it slowly. "Although, I am getting lost in these aisles."

"What are you looking for?" You simply asked when he unfolded the piece of paper from his pocket to skim over the recipe he messily wrote earlier.

"Just soy sauce and curry spice."

You resisted yourself from laughing, shaking your head at his ignorance and pointed to a direction where he should go. "You're at the wrong aisle. Soy sauce is with the condiments."

He looked a bit hesitant before glancing back at you. Does he really not know his way around the market?

"Er, yeah! I knew that," he began to march but stopped at a few feet away to look back at his recipes again. He looked utterly lost and you can wonder how long he's been here to search for all ingredients. Sighing, you walked behind him and tapped his shoulder.

"Here," you motioned your head head to a different direction. "I'll show you where it is."

Tooru eased and followed you to the designated the aisle - an area where he hasn't explored yet by the looks of his face full of awe. Eventually you retrieved the two items he was searching for which it didn't take long for you to obtain.

"What are you planning to make with this?" you asked in attempt to fill in the silence, handing Tooru his branded soy sauce.

"Katsu curry," then a smile stretched on his lips. "Tetsu is been wanting to try it."

By the mention of his son, it only reminded you of his small visit earlier which made you tense around the grown man, slightly pressured if you should bring it up to him now. But you figured it would be too soon to make up since it was him who wished to end it.

"Katsu sounds good. Hope it turns out well," you encouraged, returning the smile but weakly. He just nodded and there it was again, the unprovoked silence appeared and you had nothing else to say to this man. Lips tightening, you turned. "Well, see you around."

"[Name]," before you turned to make your leave, Tooru's hand quickly grasped yours and you stumbled back at the grip. The dolefulness in his eyes shown heavenly and you were speechless to see such an expression on him.

"Would you...," he exhaled to collect himself and relaxed the muscles on his face. "Would you like to come over for dinner?"

Was this your opportunity to try?

His slender hand still linked with yours when your body faced him again and he was giving you the same eyes that Tetsu always done.

Without knowing, you lost your sense of reason when he touched your hand and you succumb to the idea of cooking food with him. Curse his adorable face, it should be banned.

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Tooru drove his car which made it easier for you to travel with the groceries he insisted on paying for. After a short argument at the market, when you thought you won the challenge, he convinced the cashier to hold his card to pay for you. An annoying ass he is, you knew that money should've been put away for Tetsu's savings.

You have to thank the pretty boy later and find a way to pay him back.

Tooru carried your belonging to his penthouse for you to hold nothing in your hands. You've forgotten how chivalrous he is which made you melt you at his character. A dolly was joined to roll out the rest of his groceries to make one trip up without going back down.

Upon entering, you quickly stored the fresh and perishable items for now until you make your leave from his place. Looking back, Tooru removed his hat and peeled his tan sweater off to start his task, boiling a pot of oil and whipping out his cutting board to chop vegetables.

He seemed to struggle to follow instructions when his eyes began to read the recipe. You thought he was going to hurt himself from thinking so hard so you obliged to help for the most part.

When he said he's not good at cooking, he wasn't kidding. His knife cutting skills are slow and steady, careful not to slice his finger while chopping up a sweet onion. Tooru even freaked out by the sting in his eyes when smelling the onion's aroma, forcing him to inhale a sniff and tear.

"Ah! Who the hell is the smart guy behind this?!"

"I don't know, nature?" You laughed. "The longer you cut them, the more your eyes will burn," you advised while you watched him slice each piece in different lengths. His face is unknowingly too close to the vegetable while he cuts.

Maybe you should tell him to steer away.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Watching him hesitantly throw the onions in the hot pan over a scorching fire, Tooru jumped at the crackle of the oil splattering out of the stove and then slammed the lid over it.

"Of course! I like my onions burnt," he retorted with an uplifting smile, throwing a towel over his shoulder confidently. "I am a cook."

But the smoke emitting underneath the lid wiped that smile off his face.

"Tooru! Turn off the fire!" You panicked, stepping near him to turn the knob off and push the pan to a cooler spot. The misty smoke filled the air once the lid was released, showing the shriveled flavorless onion. The two of you pouted.

"I'll clean it up," Tooru offered but his hand withdrawn swiftly by touching the wrong end of the pan. "Fuck!"

"Did you just burn yourself?" Your eyes flew at him which he hid his hand behind his back. The action itself was suspicious and you grabbed at his arm to show the red mark in his palm.

It hasn't been thirty minutes yet, and he wasn't already making a mess. What a clumsy idiot.

With a long sigh, you pulled him over the sink to run cold water over the burn mark while you searched for a first aid kit. "Where do you put your bandages?"

"It's in the cabinet at the top corner," he instructed while holding his hand, rinsing it for a few minutes and then brought it to you once you retrieved the white box.

Guiding him to the counter, you displayed the tools to tend to his wound.

"What have you been feeding Tetsu all this time?" You muttered to yourself amusingly, already feeling sorry for the kid to put up with this atrocity every day.

You were so absorbed in little scenarios playing in your head that you didn't notice Tooru was simply mesmerized at your concentrated face. Not at all minding you attending his burnt hand. You finally realized his stare after a minute of silence and quirked a curious brow at him. "What?"

"You just called me 'Tooru'," he blurted which caused you to stop rubbing the ointment on his palm as you recalled a moment similar to this.

Swallowing your embarrassment, you felt your pride growing in the moment and replied, "And?"

A smirk rose at the corner of his lips, delighted that you remembered such an insignificant memory. Despite your obliviousness, Tooru inched himself closer when his hand wrapped around your busy hand, forcing your eyes to meet his hooded ones.

The heat built in your chest by the eye contact, engulfed by his longing stare. "If we were real parents, this would be the part where we kiss."

His voice lowered but his repeating words brought your mind back, now pulling your hand from his grasp.

Tooru frowned at the dejection. Suddenly, you became cautious, avoiding to meet his lingering eyes.

"You know," he started. "I never gotten the chance to say thank you."

He caught you off guard by those words, finally glancing back at him to give a bewildered face.

"And I'm sorry."

The apology he given is different than the one you heard that night - more regretful but hopeful. Your eyes squinted at the tone while you finished bandaging his hand. "You don't have to say anything to me."

"I do," he interrupted, letting you rip open another packet of ointment and apply it to a different wound. He winced a little at the sting. "You've been so good to Tetsu lately, and... I guess I got scared."

You waited patiently for him to continue. He admitted his insecurities so easily that they caught your full attention.

"I'm just not used to this...," he sighed. "For the last four- no, almost five years, it's always been me and Tetsu and I'm scared of someone will hurt him, someone close. I don't want to just let anyone in, you know?"

You can easily picture it but also can't. Five years of being alone nurturing a little boy is a lonesome journey. How can you expect him to know how to co-parent with a stranger?

"I'm not going to hurt him," you assured, "nor you. It would be too hard to do that."

Eased at your inclusive words, his hand brushed pass your cheek to get you to focus on him, because his next words will make your stomach flip upside that you'll be sure to lose sleep over.

"I thought about it this whole day and I realized that he needs you - as much as I need you."

Furrowing your brows at him, the joy was just too overwhelming for you to handle, almost hurting you that you were close to crying.

"Will you stay with us for a bit longer? Of course, that's if you want to."

For the longest time, you searched for purpose in life and you had no luck in finding it, but that was until you met him - until you met Tetsu. For once, you felt needed in someone's life and Tooru made it so clear that you are that one person he's been missing.

"I definitely want to," you whispered back but you felt the need to share your own faults in the relationship as the pent up guilt came pouring out of you. "Look, I know I'm not a real parent and I don't have kids of my own, nor do I have experience in taking care of them but I'll do my best to be-"

But his finger stopped your lips from speaking, disliking the fact you were apologizing for something that is out of your control - for being so kind and helpful.

Tooru smiled your favorite kind of smile - the same boyish grin you always fantasized when you first met him.

"Can I kiss you?" A question that sounded innocent but held so much affection. His shining eyes held meaning - the same look you always find in Tetsu's eyes and you're unable to refuse such a sweet face.

"Please."

Then he leaned so slowly with his thumb swiping the plump area of your lips before swooping to kiss it so passionately, tasting the hint of spearmint in his cooling breath. His puckered lips stayed for a moment, feeling your hands sliding up to his chest to feel his heart pulsate uncontrollably underneath the layer of his fitted shirt.

His forehead pressed against yours after releasing your lips with a sigh, drunk of how they taste and swimming in thoughts of you.

"Please, kiss me again," you commanded with hooded eyes, raising your hand to brush his strong jaw. Tooru smiled and granted your wish by pressing your lips again, this time longer. Arms wrapping around his neck, you pulled his head down to deepen the kiss with fingers running through his clipped hair.

It was his turn to ravel his arms around your waist, tugging you closer to press his body against your swoon state. Tooru switched angles to kiss a different part of your mouth, memorizing every touch and every taste, savoring the moment to engrave it deep in his head so he can dream of it when he goes to sleep. His breath instantly became heavy the more he latched himself onto you as you can tell that he was holding himself back with hands staying away the personal parts of your body, respecting you gratefully.

The second you broke apart, you mumbled against his lips with a raspy breath and caressed his cheek. "You can go further."

A faint blush dusted his cheeks at your seduction, narrowing his eyes as he held your hand and peppered it with small kisses. "I want to be good to you."

You couldn't believe how thoughtful he is - the first to hear a man who wants to treat you well as if you're precious. But the thing is; you are precious to him. And fuck, his gentleman facade urges you to ravish him even more.

"It's okay," your voice getting lost in a whisper, you held his face in your gentle hands.

He inhaled so deeply, struggling to keep the last part of him from tearing you apart.

"Sweetie, you're making this so hard," whined Tooru quietly, now trailing his hands at the small part of your back. "Just tell me when to stop, okay?"

Then you were shut by his pair of lips, kissing you feverishly as your body was soon swallowed by his large stature. And you gave in to your emotions, allowing him to lick at your open mouth, welcoming him to explore and wrestle with your own tongue. Once you hummed into the kiss, Tooru's pace became quicker as the wet sounds of your lips smack loudly, echoing in the vacant room of his penthouse.

His form bent lower to leave traces of kisses down your neck to the bone of your collar. Panting, your hands massaged his head for him to cherish you like you've never been cherished before. A groan seeped through his throat when your legs scissored in between his, thighs are now pressed harshly against each other.

By listening to the sounds of your stuttered breaths, they only encouraged him to go further with his large hands moving pass your hips to cup your bottom cheeks that fit so perfectly in his palms, hiking you up against his toned thigh with a muffled yelp from your lips at the force.

"Is this okay?" He asked desperately once his lips inched away. "Do you want-"

"More," you heaved with immediate warmth. Finally, Tooru didn't hesitate to thrust his tongue back in your mouth. Your consent was all he needed to do the things he wanted to do.

Hands all over each other. Salivas being exchanged. Your mind was going crazy as Tooru gently nibbled at the bottom of your bruised lip and tugged it with the graze of his teeth. Slipping his fingers underneath your shirt, you can feel the pads feathering at your back and then coming to the front of your stomach.

Shoving your body against the cold fridge, magnets and Tetsu's crayon drawings fell to the floor from the impact. One of his hands caressed your breast through your shirt to give it a light squeeze before trailing his hand underneath again to palm your bra.

You quietly moaned in his mouth and gripped his shirt, carefully squirming to grind your hips over his thigh, needing friction to satisfy yourself from the building pleasure.

Tooru gave another low groan, pulling away to watch the beauty of your hips sway back and forth over his leg that is clenched between yours. His pretty hands went back to grope your ass and help you appease your relief, stroking your thighs and hips in a feathery motion. He then started to grind back to meet your anticipating hips.

"You're so good," he praised against your ear.

"Tooru," you whimpered when he caught your dazed eyes staring at him. As much as you want to be satisfied, you want to give him the same treatment. Will he let you touch him?