desperate measures . part four
Author’s Note: I apologize this took so long to come out, but it’s literally 6K and only getting to work on it on Saturdays and a bit on Sundays has been DIFFICULT. BUT IT’S HERE. IT’S COMPLETE. Here’s the last part. Warnings: Unprotected sex, some crude language in this part
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Part Four
How far had you run?
You stopped and looked around your surroundings as you leaned over, resting your hands against your legs trying to catch your breath. Your heart beating in your chest, as the thoughts in your mind, continued to race. How could this have happened? Why had you ever run away?
Tears beaded at the corners of your eyes as you tried to gather yourself and your thoughts. Your mind slipped back to Oikawa’s confession to you and how much you had craved those words to fall from his lips… and you had received exactly what you had wanted.
Why had you run away?
“Oh god,” you wheezed, the anxiety bubbling in the pit of your stomach. “Why did I—?”
“Y/N?”
The sound of Iwaizumi’s voice caused you to nearly jump out of your skin as you turned to see him behind him. You found yourself flinching at his gaze, recalling how you had ruined Sumiye’s rehearsal dinner with the petty argument between Oikawa and yourself.
“Hey… what happened?”
“I…” you panted, trying to force out your words. “Oikawa… he—”
Iwaizumi’s eyes intensified as he took a step toward you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “What did he do?” he nearly growled.
“N-no! He didn’t do anything bad!” you stammered. “I don’t know how to explain-”
His hand shot up to silence you for a moment. “Y/N… let’s get you inside and calm you down,” Iwaizumi said, sighing. “Sumi is worried about you.”
The tears prying at the corners of your eyes finally slid down your cheeks at the mention the Sumiye was still worried about you. “S-she is?”
“Of course she is,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Come on…”
You followed Iwaizumi back inside the building as he led you into a back room where you found Sumi sitting down, fixing her makeup. Her eyes narrowed the instant she noticed the distress on your face as she jumped to her feet, pulling you into a hug. The tears fell harder as you uttered a pathetic sob, burying your face into her shoulder.
“Don’t cry,” she whispered, stroking your hair. “What happened?”
“Oikawa—”
Sumiye pulled away, her eyes still narrowed. “What did he do?!”
“Apparently nothing bad,” Iwaizumi said, crossing his arms with a frustrated sigh.
“I’m confused?” Sumiye said, looking between you and her fiancé.
Pulling away from her, you managed to find another chair to sit in as she pulled her chair up next to you. Sumiye grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together as she tried to show you support.
“I’m sorry I’m ruining your wedding…”
“Y/N! No! One little fight between you and Shittykawa isn’t the end of my wedding! It just overwhelmed me for a moment. This wedding alone has been a nightmare and I think everything came flooding out-”
You shook your head. “But that’s just it! I should be supporting you instead of creating more drama!”
“Oh you stop it,” Sumiye assured her, squeezing your hand. “Tell me what happened.”
Your gaze fell to the floor as a sigh fell from your lips. You began to recount the argument between you and Oikawa that led to his confession. You wiped your eyes as you explained the sheer shock of his words caused you to run away before ushering the truth back to him. Hiccuping, you felt Sumiye pulling you into her embrace again as she tried to soothe your nerves with each stroke of your head.
“He-he hates me,” you admitted, your voice muffled against her.
Sumiye merely snorted as she glanced at her fiancé over her shoulder. “I doubt that…” she said.
You pulled away with a puzzled look. “What?”
“Guess you won that bet Hajime…” Sumiye said flatly.
You were even more confused as you watched Iwaizumi just smirk in response. “I’ll go find that shit head. I’ll be back,” he said before disappearing.
“I’m confused?”
A giggle bubbled from Sumiye. “We had a feeling this would happen,” she teased. “We just didn’t know if it would be today or at our wedding.”
You grew quiet as your eyes fell to the floor again. “I don’t know what to do,” you mumbled to her.
“Do you feel the same way?”
“What?!”
“Do you still care about him?”
You felt the heat burning at your cheeks before stumbling over your response. “I-”
“We all see it, you know?” Sumiye said, smiling gently. “We’ve always seen how you two look at each other. It’s been the same way it was in high school…”
“...I didn’t think I did,” you admitted. “I thought I had moved on…”
“But?”
You felt a lump growing in your throat as your embarrassment grew more. “Being with him… made me remember how hard it was when we broke up… he’s always been so gentle with me, always so caring. I just…”
Sumiye quirked an eyebrow at you. “Just what?”
“...being with him his past month has been so wonderful and so frustrating. I could kill him or kiss him. I don’t know which.”
Your friend burst out into laughter. “Y/N… you know that that means right?”
You gave her a quiet nod before speaking again. “I knew the answer to my own feelings when he asked. I just panicked. I don’t know why it’s so scary—”
“Because you were hurt. When you broke up, even mutual… it hurt the both of you.”
“I suppose that’s true. I never thought about that.”
Sumiye reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder. “You know what you both need to do before it’s too late right?”
“What if he changes his mind?”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen…”
A sigh fell from your lips as you knew exactly what you had to do. “What if Iwaizumi doesn’t find him?”
“I’m sure he’ll find him eventually.”
You gave her another silent nod. “If you're sure.”
“Then you’ll do it?”
“Tomorrow. At the reception… I have to.
Sumiye’s eyes lit up as she threw her arms around you. “You know I love right?”
You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your throat as you hugged her back. “I love you too.”
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Checking yourself out in the mirror, you smoothed out your bridesmaid dress. You leaned in, adjusting your lipstick quickly before sighing. Anxiety was growing at the pit of your stomach, knowing you were going to face Oikawa after yesterday’s events… and quite frankly, you weren’t sure you were ready now.
“Y/N?”
Straightening up, you looked over your reflection one more time before turning around and finding your best friend in her wedding gown. Your eyes immediately filled with tears before rushing to her with a hug.
“You look gorgeous,” you whispered, squeezing her tightly.
“And so do you,” Sumiye replied, pulling back seemingly as tearful as you were.
“Don’t cry! You’ll ruin your makeup!”
Laughing, Sumiye brought her hand up to fan her face. “I’m trying!”
You laughed at her before, fanning your own face to keep your makeup from smearing. “Stop it! You’ll make me cry!” you giggled.
“Are you ready to face Oikawa?”
You sighed. “I don’t know… but I have to be right?”
Sumiye reached out to touch your cheek before pulling you into another hug. “If you two can make it,” she said softly. “Anyone can. I knew you two should have never broken up. There’s too much between you both… he’s always loved you. Always talked about you. Complained to Hajime that no girl compared… no matter how many he drowned his sorrows in. He loves you…”
Pulling away, you swallowed the growing lump in your throat unable to find words to respond. He had said the exact thing yesterday and you wondered how you could have been so blind to his feelings… and especially to your own. A sigh fell from your lips as you smoothed out the fabric of your dress.
“I’m ready…”
You grabbed your bouquet before turning on your heel and exited the room making sure to shut the door behind you. Your eyes scanned the room before finding him leaning toward a mirror as he adjusted his tie, speaking with Iwaizumi about something. Heat burned at your cheeks before making your way toward him.
“Iwa-Chan I don’t think you understand—”
He stopped midway through his sentence catching your reflection in the mirror. His eyes widened for a moment as he took in your appearance as if trying to imprint in it his memory forever before a look of sadness filled his expression.
“I’ll leave you two alone…” Iwaizumi said, softly before taking his leave toward the altar.
“Tooru?”
Oikawa nearly flinched at the use of his first name. “Yes?”
“Can we talk about yesterday?” you asked. “If not now… maybe later tonight?”
“What’s there to talk about?” he mumbled as he continued to fumble with his tie.
You took a step toward him before grabbing his upper arm and turning him toward you as you set your bouquet onto the small table next to you. Grasping the tie in your own hands you slowly undid it, seeing how clumsily it was put together by him. A smile formed over your lips noticing a light pink color dusting over his cheeks as you continued working on his tie.
“You know you were never good with these,” you commented playfully. “I always had to fix your tie at school…”
“...yeah. I know.”
“Still never learned?”
His cheeks burned more. “No…”
Your hand slid up the tie as you tightened it to his neck. “And I’ll always be there to fix them… as long as you’ll let me.” Your hand lingered on his chest as a look of fondness flashed over your face.
His dark eyes widened. “A-are you saying what I think-”
A giggle bubbled from your throat. “Like I said,” you replied. “We have lots to talk about Tooru… but for now, it’s time for Sumi and Iwa’s time in the spotlight. We’ll talk more later.” You retrieved the bouquet from the table. “Shall we go?”
Oikawa smiled before offering his arm to you before you linked your arms making your way toward the entryway to the hall. The wedding planner was giving a few orders to stagger each member of the wedding party before glancing at you and Oikawa and giving you a signal to walk.
Taking a deep breath, you could almost feel your body vibrating with anxiety before Oikawa gave your arm a gentle squeeze. “Relax,” he whispered as you both walked down the aisle. Your heart began to race as everyone turned to stare at the two of you until finally, you reached the end where you broke apart and walked to your respective sides.
The music suddenly changed as all the spectators turned back to the door and stood. Tears began burning in your eyes as the door opened revealing Sumiye. You turned toward Iwaizumi trying to catch a glimpse of his first reaction to her in her wedding dress and immediately your heart nearly burst to catch his mouth falling open before his eyes lit up at her. Turning back toward Sumiye, you watched her effortlessly walk down the aisle before reaching the altar and handing her bouquet to you so she could hold her lover’s hands.
You could only wonder if one day you could repair what damage had been done between you and Oikawa so that you could watch his face light up at your own wedding. You sighed, realizing how far ahead you were jumping. Glancing up, you caught his stare on you, causing heat to burn at your cheeks.
Perhaps, this wouldn’t be as difficult as you had thought. His eyes seemed just as soft as in high school when you would catch him just staring at you. It was as if no time had passed between the two of you… and you were merely picking up where you left off.
“Y/N?”
Your eyes widened as you noticed Sumiye staring at you with a smile. “Sorry,” you uttered realizing you had spaced out during the wedding.
“The ring?”
Nodding, you fumbled with the two bouquets before grabbing Iwaizumi’s ring and handing it over to your best friend. Her eyes lit up again as she turned to face Iwa and repeated her vows before sliding the ring over his left ring finger. Once again, you began to feel your heart beginning to swell with joy at the sight of your two friends finally finding their “happy ending”. You glanced up at Oikawa once again, wondering if you two would find a similar fate after your discussion later that night.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the officiant stated, smiling at the couple. “You may kiss the bride.”
Iwaizumi grinned before leaning in and kissing his new wife. The spectators and wedding party burst out into cheers before Iwaizumi scooped Sumiye into his arms and rushed down the aisle. You wiped the corners of your eyes as you also cheered for your friends before walking toward the aisle yourself.
“Ready?”
You turned to see Oikawa standing there and offering his arm to you. Grabbing his arm, you made your way down the aisle with him with the rest of the bridal party trailing behind. A limo was awaiting the group as the driver held open the door and the bridal party flooded inside.
Somehow, you managed to sit next to Oikawa next to the window. You noticed Makki squeezing in next to Oikawa, causing him to scoot closer to you. Chewing on your lower lip, you felt his leg against yours causing the heat in your cheeks to begin to rise up at how close you two were at this very moment. You averted eye contact with him, opting to keep your attention out the window at the scenery outside until you felt a large hand resting on your knee. You turned, wide-eyed toward Oikawa catching the playful smirk spreading over his face before it quickly faded.
And before you knew it, you had arrived at the banquet hall that held the reception. Everyone filed out of the back of the limo before sneaking inside before the other attendants arrived. You were the last to step out as you tried to hold your dress.
“Here.”
You looked up and found Oikawa outstretching his hand to you with a smile on his face. You felt embarrassment washing over your facial expression before shyly taking his offer before stepping out of the limo with ease. He offered his arm back to you to escort you inside with the rest of the wedding party before the bride and groom arrived.
The music was booming from the party room as each member of the wedding party was introduced once again in front of all the wedding attendants. You and Oikawa made your way through the room and toward the table set for the wedding party before Sumiye and Iwaizumi were finally introduced as the happily married couple. Screams and cheers echoed through the room as they entered.
You couldn’t be happier with your best friend.
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“Can we talk?”
You looked up from your half-eaten plate to see Oikawa staring at you with a conflicted expression. “Right now?”
“I-I need to talk to you okay?” He mumbled. “We have to figure this out okay?”
Standing up, you smoothed out your dress again before motioning him to lead the way. You noticed a nervous look appear on Sumiye’s face as she watched you both pass. You tried to assure her you were fine with a smile before you exited the room and into the quieter hallway at the banquet hall.
“I’m going back to Argentina,” he said quickly, turning to face you the moment he sensed you were both alone. “You know that right?”
A lump formed in your throat as your gaze fell to the floor. “Yes… I know.”
“So what are we going to do?”
“What do you mean?” Confusion laced in your voice.
Oikawa sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I-I can’t just leave without you again… I can’t do that again.”
Your eyes widened as you felt your heart rate quicken at his words. “But I can’t just—”
“I know, I know,” he groaned almost exasperated. “I can’t just expect you to uproot your life and I’m being selfish.” His fingers moved through his hair again and you began to sense he was growing more and more nervous.
Your eyes softened before being your hands up to his face. “Tooru… hey. Deep breath first,” you soothed. “You’re getting worked up.”
His cheeks flushed at your words and gentle touch before gently moving your hands away from his face. “Tell me,” he whispered. “Am I wrong? Or do you feel the same way?”
Silence fell over the both of you… only the distant thumps of the bass from the music were in the background.
“I...I do,” you whispered to him.
“You do?” he questioned softly. “Seriously?”
Looking up at him, tears brimmed in your eyes as you forced a smile. “I always have,” you replied. “I never stopped, Tooru.”
He swallowed hard before sighing with relief as if he had been holding in a breath the entire time he waited for you to speak those words. He slowly reached out and brushed away the tears at the corners of your eyes with his thumb. “...please don’t cry,” he mumbled to you.
“I can’t help it,” you admitted, sniffing. “What are we going to do, Tooru? You’re going back, aren’t you?”
His gaze fell to the floor before stuffing his hands into his pockets. You could tell he was trying to think of the right thing to say to solve your problems. “I...I don’t know what to do.”
“You have to go back… Your position is way more important.”
Frustrated, Oikawa sighed. “Listen,” he said, taking a step toward you, backing you into the wall, and boxing you in with his arms. “I can’t expect you to pick up your entire life to come with me. That’s selfish.”
“And I can’t expect you to give up your dream,” you whispered to him as your cheeks began to burn with embarrassment. You weren’t sure why you were suddenly so shy around him again. “What are we going to do, Tooru?”
“...this is what I was afraid of…”
You looked up at him as his arms relaxed, bringing one hand to wipe his eyes. “Tooru?”
“I was afraid this would happen when I agreed to come back for the wedding when Iwa-chan called me… He warned me. He warned me you were coming… and I still-” He paused for a moment, swearing under his breath. “He knew I hadn’t moved on and I still stupidly-”
You touched his face again, causing him to nearly jump back in surprise. A gentle smile curled over your lips before you felt him relax against your touch. “We have a lot to talk about tonight, don’t we?” you replied, earning a small nod from him. “Let’s head back to the room… I don’t think they need us here anymore.”
“Let’s go.”
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Walking into the hotel room, you took a seat on the bed with your back against the headboard as you watched Oikawa take a seat at the foot of the bed, putting his back to you. You wondered just how embarrassed he felt expressing his feelings like this that he still struggled to look you in the eyes when he spoke them.
“Would you come back with me?” he suddenly asked, turning to you.
Your eyes widened and you would be lying if you said you weren’t caught off guard by his proposal. “Tooru-”
“Please,” he begged, scooting toward you with his chocolate eyes pleading for your affirmation. “I can’t… not again. It was stupid of me to leave you behind the first time.”
You looked up at him, heat burning up your neck before spreading to your cheeks. “I don’t even have a passport-”
“Trust me. I would take care of everything.”
“What about work?”
Oikawa moved closer before grabbing your hands within his own and squeezing you gently. “I need you to come back with me,” he admitted. “I need you.”
You nervously chewed on your lower lip, averting your gaze from him as you began to sort through your thoughts. On one hand, you weren’t sure how much longer you could resist him… The idea of just being impulsive and leaving Japan with him, it was tempting. But at the same time, you had a life here in Japan, a job, friends, and family… everything was here.
“Damn,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “I shouldn’t be asking you to do something so selfish… I just.” He paused for a moment, unable to form sentences now as he glanced back at you.
Eyes softening, you move to sit on your knees before closing the gap between you and Oikawa before touching his face. No words were spoken before he leaned in, resting his forehead against your own. You straightened up, sitting back on your legs as your other hand touched his cheek, pulling him closer before your lips brushed against his own. You could feel his body heat radiating against your own before he closed the gap further, pressing his mouth against yours.
A small moan reverberated from your throat as you felt his tongue teasing against your lower lip, begging you for more intimacy. His hands moved to the slight curve of your waist, pulling you into his lap as your legs enclosed around his hips. Your lips parted, allowing his tongue to dart into your mouth, massaging against your own. A whiney moan escaped your throat as you felt him sigh into the kiss, relieved you hadn’t pushed him away. A hand moved through his dark locks, tangling in his hair before pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.
Oikawa pulled away first for a breath of air, leaving you a panting mess in front of him. Shakily, you wiped the small dribble of saliva leftover from the intense lip-lock as you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. Heat began to pool between your legs, desperate for his mouth and touch once again.
“Tooru,” you pleaded, still panting as you moved closer to him and resting your hand on his chest.
The corner of his lips curled up into a smirk before brushing his fingertips along your cheek. “If we do this,” he mumbled. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
“Please.”
He chewed on his lower lip, the single word sending sparks of excitement all the way to his core before leaning in and capturing your lips with much more force this round. A desperate moan echoed in the room as he moved to pin you down onto the bed. Tingles of excitement flooded your body before displaying over your skin as goosebumps for him to feel. He chuckled into the kiss before pulling away to trail sloppy kisses down your throat as his hands darted up to your dress, brushing against your cotton panties. More heat began radiating from between your legs causing your legs to squeeze together.
“Mmm,” he hummed against your throat. “That feel good?”
“Y-yes,” you whined, softly.
“Let’s see if I remember,” he mused before pulling back and removing his jacket, tossing it haphazardly across the hotel room. “It’s been a while since we were this intimate…”
Your eyes slowly opened to watch his actions as he slowly loosened his tie before removing it and his shirt, tossing both articles of clothing aside. Heat rushed to your face as your hands moved down his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, realizing just how much he had changed since high school. His hands retreated from under your dress, moving to the back tugging lightly on the zipper. Oikawa paused for a moment, pulling back and looking at you before you flashed him a lazy smile. “It’s okay,” you uttered to him. “I already told you it was.”
“I-I know,” he whispered back, tugging the zipper down your back. “I just-” He paused, frustrated with himself. “Are we going to regret-”
Tilting your head at him, you raised allowing the dress to fall off of your form and revealing your white bra and panties. The nervous expression that flashed over his face caused you to giggle. You had forgotten how embarrassed he would become around you even in high school. His usual overconfident facade fading immediately when you two were ever caught in an intimate moment together, just like this. “Tooru… We’re going to figure this out. Even if I do have to give up everything here. I’ll be happy anywhere as long as it’s with you.”
Silence fell over the both of you before Oikawa leaned in placing another rough kiss against your lips before pushing you back onto the bed. His movements became sloppy, rough as his hands moved up your form before grazing against your breasts through the white bra you were still wearing. He tugged on the delicate fabric, earning a small whine from you. You felt him chuckle against your lips before his hands slipped behind you and unhooked your bra. He pulled back, tugging it off of your body as his head dipped down to your chest while his tongue ran circles against your erect nipple.
Your hands brushed through his hair as you felt his teeth tug on the bud before sucking lightly earning another desperate moan from your lips. You began to squirm under his teeth, rubbing your legs together unable to handle the growing heat and desperate for some sort of friction or relief between them.
“None of that,” Oikawa growled as one hand slipped between your legs, brushing against your damp panties. “Mmm, you’re already this wet?”
“I-I can’t help it.”
“Oh?” Oikawa questioned as he scooted lower before he was nestled between your legs. His eyes glanced up at you playfully while his hands tugged your underwear down your legs. “I’m about to make you feel really good, princess,” he whispered.
Slowly opening your eyes, you watched as he tugged you near the edge of the bed so that your legs hung over before sitting between. He positioned your legs over his shoulders, using his hands to anchor your hips down to the bed. A desperate moan fell from your lips as you felt him blow against your core. “T-Tooru!”
“I know,” he cooed, blowing again wanting more of those desperate cries to fill his ears. “I know.” He presses a gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh before repeating the action on the opposite leg.
A strangled cry of his name echoed from the walls as his head dipped between your legs before devouring your clit. Your hands managed to find their way to the top of Oikawa’s head, tangling your fingers in his dark locks as his tongue worked against your clit more and more. Your hips bucked against his mouth, earning a playful chuckle from him as his grip around your hips tightened before slipping his tongue inside of you. Another desperate cry left your lips, tugging lightly at his hair as he continued to push you toward your first orgasm.
“T-Tooru!”
He merely hummed against your core before releasing one leg so he could bring a thumb to press against your clit for added stimulation. Your body tensed again as a coil in your gut began to tighten with each passing moment.
“P-please,” you whimpered, desperate for release now. “I’m close!”
Oikawa gave your thigh a light slap causing you to squeak in surprise. “I know, princess,” he said, glancing up at you to give a moment for a break before returning to devouring your clit with his mouth. Two fingers teased along your damp slit, causing you to squirm under him. Another slap to the thigh made you manage to hold still before you felt the tips of his digits push into your core. Another strangled cry fell from your lips as you felt him begin thrusting his fingers in and out of you. Your mind began to buzz, losing touch with what was going on around you other than the overwhelming amount of pleasure building up in your body.
“T-Tooru!” you cried out, feeling the tips of his long, calloused fingers brush against your cervix, causing your body to tense again.
Chuckling, Oikawa planted a kiss against your thigh again as his fingers continued working in and out of you, making you sure every so often to hit the very edge of your cervix. You had forgotten just how long his fingers were to get this deep into you. “Like that princess?” he teased before he removed his pants and began to stroke himself outside of his boxers.
Your tired eyes glanced down at him, catching a glimpse of his hardening member growing underneath. You felt your head had begun to spin, sex with other men had never been this pleasurable, and forming actual sentences was becoming increasingly difficult at this point. “Y-yes Tooru,” you whimpered out again. “More… more.”
“More?” Oikawa asked, tilting his head. “Does my pretty girl want more?”
“Y-Yes!”
You watched as he pushed his boxers off of his hips, hearing the fabric hit the floor gently. A small smack alarmed you as you noticed his erection smack against his abdomen once freed from his boxers. Chewing on your lower lip, your eyes moved up to meet his gaze watching as another smirk curled over his lips.
“Tooru…” you managed out.
The bed shifted a bit as his weight was now on top of you and his erection pressing against your dripping core. A desperate whine fell from your lips as he ground his tip against you, almost teasingly as he tried to pry a beg from your pathetic form.
“What is the magic word princess?”
You felt the heat rising in your cheeks and between your legs as the confidence in his voice almost sent you over the edge alone. Your throat was dry but managed to swallow the lump in your throat again as you reached up, threading your fingers through his thick locks. “...please,” you whispered, your hand slipping down to his face to cup his cheeks and pull him in. “please Tooru.”
Oikawa was quiet for a moment as he stared down at you. The over-confident smirk on his lips faded as his eyes softened. He leaned in, resting his forehead against your own. A small dose of affection you remembered from the first time you two had been in this position. “Anything you want,” he replied, his voice softer than you remembered.
Your touch slipped down his neck and then his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in your wake before finally stopping at his waist. It was eerily similar to the night you first were this intimate with him… clumsily making love in his bedroom, that fateful night before he left for South America. You both drunk on your love for each other, forgetting any sort of protection or thought to any problems that could present in the future.
“Please,” you uttered again. “Please Tooru.”
He couldn’t stop himself before slowly pushing into you, causing you to desperately cry in pleasure. Your nails gripped his hips, causing him to groan slightly as his hips began to thrust into you. Swears mixed with incoherent words hung in the air from the both of you as Oikawa began to increase his pace, mindless pleasure beginning to take over his movements. It was as if no time had passed between the first time you both had made love…
He still knew every inch of your body.
“T-Tooru!” you cried out, feeling his hands move to move your legs to fit snugly around his waist for a deeper angle. You managed another desperate cry as the deeper angle caused him to finally pump against your cervix again. A coil in your gut began to tighten with each one of Oikawa’s thrusts. Vague swears mixed with grunts filled your ears as your hands moved up his toned back, gripping his shoulders as your nails dug into his skin. You weren’t sure just how much longer you were going to last like this...
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling back to watch your expressions. “You’re so gorgeous like this… did you know that? You’re gorgeous.”
Embarrassment crept up the back of your neck as you shyly looked up at him. You had to admit, he looked just as amazing. The small beads of sweat trailing down his face as he continued to pump into you, grunting as your walls tightened around his erection.
“T-Tooru.”
He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours again, causing a spark of excitement to flood your body once again. The coil in your cut tightened again, causing your own hips to almost buck to meet his thrusts. The vague taste of alcohol from the reception still on his tongue caused you to whine, pleading him for more.
You managed to pull away as another cry fell from your lips. “Tooru,” you whined. “I’m-”
He grunted. “I am too.”
You could feel your walls tightened around his erection, making you even more sensitive to each coming thrust. Your eyes slipped shot as the coil in your stomach snapped as an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over your body, causing you to cry out his name. Oikawa merely grunted in response before he was unable to hold back any longer before his orgasm hit, filling you up with his cum.
Panting, your body relaxed as you brought your hair to wipe away the sweat on your forehead as you looked up at him with a smile. Oikawa returned the smile, still opting to stay inside of you as he kissed you one last time before setting in the crook of your neck.
“I love you…”
“...I love you too.”
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You were nervous as you pulled your suitcase through customs, flashing your VISA to one of the airport employees. Once through the line and security, you pulled out your cell phone seeing a flood of text messages from Sumiye. You smiled lightly, knowing the messages were all from Sumiye and Iwaizumi, gushing about being safe and how much they would both miss you.
“Maybe he’s not here yet,” you mumbled to yourself as you walked over to a seat by a window. You glanced out, looking at the beautiful flowers and plants growing outside. You had to admit, all these trips her, the beauty never ceases to amaze you.
You always looked forward to these trips over the past year and a half, spending a good portion of a month in South America with Oikawa before flying back to Japan. But this time, this time things felt different. A sigh fell from your lips, excited to see your lover again after nearly two months apart now. Sure, there were times it was difficult being so far away from each other, but it made the reunion oh so much sweeter.
People passed by as you tried to make out the figure of Oikawa in the crowd. Still nowhere to be found. Shaking your head, you couldn’t help but smile. He was always ritualistically late, even to pick you up from the airport. You didn’t seem to mind anymore, it had almost become endearing. The way he would rush to you and pick you up in his arms and swing you around with so much joy. And once he set you back down, he would apologize over and over begging forgiveness that he was running late whether it was due to him oversleeping from a hard practice the night before or even that traffic was ridiculous on his way there. Time and time again, it didn’t bother you. You would merely giggle and tell him how much you loved him.
You stood up, grabbing your luggage again thinking it was best to start heading toward the entrance. Perhaps he was just arriving and making him walk through this crowded airport seemed almost cruel. Almost. If Iwaizumi were here, he would encourage you to make Oikawa come to you - but this wasn’t the time for silly games.
“Y/N!”
Your eyes widened when you heard your name over the low hum of the multitude of people in the airport. Looking around, you recognized the voice, looking for the direction it came in. “Tooru!” you called out, picking up your pace.
And there he was.
Tears beaded at the corner of your eyes as you saw Oikawa standing in front of you with a bouquet in his head. His dark orbs lit up the moment he saw the smile spread across his face. “Tooru!” you cried out, rushing toward him nearly crushing the flowers as you embraced him tightly.
His arms snaked around your waist as you felt his lips pepper against your throat. “Mi Amor…” he whispered against your skin. “I’ve missed you.”
You shuddered at his use of Spanish around you, something you enjoyed since you started visiting him here. “Tooru,” you sighed happily, burying your face into his chest.
“Mi amor,” he said again. “Mi corazón…”
Giggling, you pulled away from him before peppering his face with light pecks. “I’ve missed you too,” you teased, causing the brunette to flush with embarrassment.
“We’ll never be apart,” he whispered again. “Ever again. Mi corazón...”
“I know, Tooru.”
This visit was different.
It was permanent.
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