synopsis: asking your bf to do it without a condom.
note: no smut, just making out
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Making out with your boyfriend had easily become one of your favorite things. There was something so intimate about the way he kissed you, the way every touch made it impossible to think about anything else. You could never seem to get enough of him, and judging by the way his body reacted against yours, it was clear he wanted to take things even further.
Iwaizumi buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips trailing gentle kisses along your skin as he lingered there, leaving soft marks in their wake. Your fingers disappeared into his curls, holding him close while your bodies melted together, neither of you wanting to create even an inch of distance.
After a long moment, he lifted his head and captured your lips again, kissing you with the same breathless urgency before reluctantly pulling away. A quiet grunt escaped him as he shifted his weight and reached toward the top drawer of his nightstand.
"No," you whispered, your voice stopping him in his tracks.
Iwaizumi glanced back over his shoulder, his brows knitting together in confusion as he looked at you. "What?"
His hand had already wrapped around the condom, but he paused.
"Let's do it without the condom," you said, surprising even yourself with how confidently the words left your lips as you reached up and gently took it from his hand.
Iwaizumi’s smile softened, and he lowered himself back over you, resting on one elbow so he could look you in the eyes. "I don't think that's a good idea," he murmured, his expression warm but hesitant.
You slipped your arms around his neck and pulled him a little closer, your forehead brushing against his as you searched his face. "Just this once," you whispered, hoping he would change his mind.
He hesitated, his gaze searching yours as though he were trying to make sure you truly meant it. After a long moment, he brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face and quietly asked, "Are you sure?"
You held his gaze and nodded without hesitation. "Yeah," you replied softly, your voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in your chest.
"Okay," he said quietly, capturing your lips once more in a slow, lingering kiss before resting his forehead against yours. "If you change your mind, let me know. At any point."
You smiled, your heart warming at how seriously he took your words and how careful he was with your feelings. "I will," you whispered, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the back of his neck.
A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips before he let out a soft laugh, the tension between you easing just enough for the moment to feel lighter. "Good," he murmured. "I just wanted to make sure."
You nodded, brushing your nose against his as the two of you stayed wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the quiet intimacy that had settled between you. For a few moments, neither of you felt the need to say anything else, content to simply be close.
summary: how long they last during no nut november?
pairing: s. hinata, k. kozume, t. oikawa, k. akaashi, w. ushijima & o. miya (separately) x gn!reader
cw: MDNI, nsfw, established relationship, sexual abstinence, all characters are 18+
part 1 | part 2 you're here! | reqs open!
⛧ — hinata: immediately doomed
he didn't even make it to november 1st at 12:01 am. seriously, the mere concept of NNN already (probably) got him all riled up and twitchy. you just had to look at him, maybe brush your hand against his arm a little too long, or worse, lean in and whisper something naughty in his ear, and bam! his face would turn a dozen shades of red, his knees would buckle, and he'd be begging you, "please, please, please, baby, i can't take it! just one touch! i feel like i'm gonna explode!" he'd be a panting, squirming mess in your lap before the first coffee of the month was even brewed, completely unable to contain that boundless energy, even that kind of energy. you wouldn't even need to try hard, he'd be bouncing off the walls with pent-up desire, practically begging you to relieve the pressure he didn't even know he had until he tried to stop. what a sweet, horny disaster!
⛧ — kenma: 2 weeks
kenken would try. he'd really, really try for about two whole weeks. he'd be glued to his screen, pretending he's completely oblivious to your existence, but you'd see the subtle tells. a twitch in his finger, a deeper breath, maybe even a tiny, almost imperceptible flush on his neck when you stretch provocatively nearby. he'd be all "hmm, yeah, whatever," when you ask if he's really okay, but secretly, his mind would be a swirling vortex of naughty thoughts he's trying to suppress with sheer force of will. but eventually, after two weeks of this silent torment, one night you'd just happen to brush your ass against his lap as you walk by, or maybe straddle him just as he's about to level up in a game, and that would be it. he'd drop his controller, his eyes would be wide and glazed over, and he'd just whisper, "fuck, i can't... i just can't anymore." he'd be a quivering, sensitive mess, completely undone by your casual touch. you'd have him begging for release, all that pent-up tension finally breaking through his calm facade.
⛧ — oikawa: 5-7 days
this drama queen would last about five to seven days, tops. toru thrives on attention, and the moment you start teasing him, even subtly, he's a goner. he'd probably start off all cocky, "well, i'm a man of discipline, baby!" but the moment you bat your eyelashes at him, or trace a finger down his arm, or accidentally brush your chest against his, his fragile ego and even more fragile self-control would shatter. he'd be all pouty and whiny, throwing himself onto the couch dramatically, "ugh, you're killing me! don't you know how hard this is for me, darling? my body is aching for your touch!" he wouldn't even pretend to be strong. he'd be begging, pleading, and practically throwing himself at your feet, making it a whole theatrical performance just to get you to give in. "please, just one touch, my love! my heart, no, my entire being can't take this torture! i need you to relieve this tension!" he'd probably make you feel like the cruelest person alive for even suggesting he abstain, then make you feel like the most adored when you finally give in. what a divo.
⛧ — akaashi: 3 weeks
keiji's got incredible self-control, so he'd probably make it to about three weeks. he'd approach it like a strategic game, analyzing his impulses, meditating, probably even scheduling "distraction" activities. he'd be calm, cool, and collected, completely unbothered by your presence... unless you chose to bother him. he wouldn't be looking for temptation, but if you decided to climb into his lap while he's reading, pressing your ass firmly against his hard-on, or if you started whispering filthy little secrets into his ear about all the things you want to do to him, that's when his carefully constructed dam would begin to crack. you'd see a flicker in his usually composed eyes, a slight tremor in his hand as he tries to turn a page. he'd try to maintain his composure, maybe clear his throat, but the moment you grind against him and whisper, "you're so good, aren't you, baby? but i wonder how long you can last when i'm doing this," he'd finally cave. he'd grab your hips, his voice a low growl, "alright... i can't. you win. get over here." all that control would shatter, leaving him a panting, desperate mess, completely at your mercy.
⛧ — ushijima: winner! (only if he wants to though)
ushijima would be the undisputed winner of NNN... but only if he wanted to be. honestly, the concept of NNN probably wouldn't even register as a "challenge" for him unless you presented it as a clear goal. he values physical intimacy with you, so if you were to initiate something, even just a soft kiss or a gentle caress, he wouldn't hesitate. he wouldn't see it as "losing" the challenge, but rather as simply fulfilling a natural desire with his partner. he'd probably just look at you, his eyes serious and direct, and say something like, "if you want this, then i will provide." no drama, no internal struggle, just a simple, powerful acceptance. he'd gently, but firmly, take your hand, pull you close, and make sure you were completely satisfied, without a single thought about some arbitrary internet challenge. he's just that straightforward and devoted. he's not playing games, he's just doing.
⛧ — osamu: 3-4 days
samu would last about three or four days, max, and he wouldn't even pretend to fight it. he's all about immediate gratification and enjoying the good things in life, and that absolutely includes you! he'd probably start the month with a half-hearted attempt, maybe a shrug and an "eh, why not?" but the second you so much as glance at him with a mischievous glint in your eye, or offer him a bite of something delicious while wearing nothing but a smirk, he'd fold like a cheap suit. he'd flash that charming, slightly wicked grin, pull you close, and just say, "nah, fuck that. i'd rather enjoy this. c'mere, you." he wouldn't feel an ounce of guilt or regret, just pure, unadulterated pleasure in giving in to his desires. he enjoys giving in, especially when it means getting to enjoy you. he'd probably even make a joke about how "some things are just too good to resist," before burying his face in your neck and reminding you exactly why he "lost" so quickly. what a man who knows what he wants!
— mind-reading powers activate and you find out tōru’s brain sounds like a victorian ghost drunk on serotonin and your face.
oikawa tōru x telepath!f!reader
fluff, slightly suggestive | request | also requested by @yunadln
i made a tiktok account 😝 idk what to upload. someone already has my user so my username rn is @ showhae
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♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
you always thought oikawa tōru was the human equivalent of glitter: shiny, clingy, impossible to vacuum out of your life. he orbited you like a malfunctioning moon, all smug smiles and hair flips, asking if you “needed help with your homework” even when you were clearly reading dostoevsky for fun. you’d flick a page, eyes flat, and he’d stand there, volleyball tucked under one arm, radiating the energy of a golden retriever who’d just discovered existentialism. you assumed he’d tire out eventually. gravity quits on comets, right?
then you sneezed in the library, smacked your head on the edge of the philosophy shelf, and woke up with a brand new party trick: every brain within ten meters broadcast in dolby surround sound. most people sounded like dial-up internet. but oikawa—oh, oikawa—he arrived right on cue, waving a get-well banana, and the moment he stepped into your radius his skull detonated into a symphony of yearn.
‘she’s wearing the turtleneck again. she looks like a sexy librarian who grades souls. i would let her red-pen my entire existence.’
you blinked. he blinked back, angelic. “just checking for concussions,” he lied, voice syrupy. his thoughts continued, unabated:
‘if she told me to commit tax fraud i’d do it twice and say thank you. i’d drink the bathwater of her conscience.’
you stared. his ears went pink. he tried to smirk, missed, and looked like a malfunctioning ken doll. interesting.
for science, you decided to test the bandwidth.
“thanks for the banana,” you said, monotone. “it’s the perfect shape… for scale reference in my still-life drawing.”
his brain blue-screened. ‘she could hold that banana like a scepter and i’d pledge my firstborn to her monarchy. she could spit in my mouth and call it art critique and i’d frame the saliva.’
you bit the inside of your cheek to stop a smile. he scratched the back of his neck, suddenly fascinated by the carpet pattern. “anytime,” he croaked, then fled, volleyball forgotten. it rolled after him like a loyal dog.
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day two, he waited outside your calculus class wearing a turtleneck of his own—cream, cashmere, collar folded with surgical precision. couple cosplay, but make it accidental. you exited, spotted him, and his brain screamed like a kettle:
‘she’s here she’s here she’s here plot twist i’m the homework and she can do me on the desk.’
you paused, cocked your head. “matching outfits, oikawa? how tragic. people will think we planned it.”
his mouth opened, closed. ‘say something cool, you absolute casserole. tell her you own seven identical ones so you can always be her sweater half. no wait that’s insane. i am insane. i’m two syllables away from writing her name on my ribcage in sharpie.’
instead he coughed out, “great minds dress alike,” then tried to wink and both eyelashes tangled. you walked past, letting your shoulder brush his. the contact detonated a thought so vivid you nearly tripped:
‘if she touched my collarbone i’d evaporate into rose petals and re-form as her personal footstool.’
you hid your grin in your scarf. this was better than cable.
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by friday you’d collected a greatest-hits album of his mental discography:
— ‘she uses a fountain pen. i want to be that pen. i want her fingers to cramp around me.’
— ‘her serious face could solve global warming. i would commit arson just to watch her frown at the flames.’
— ‘if she asked me to jump i’d ask how high and then keep ascending until gravity filed a restraining order.’
every time you glanced up, he was there: leaning against your locker, pretending to text; lurking at the vending machine, buying strawberry milk because he saw you sniff a strawberry lip balm once; practicing jump serves on the quad and peeking between his arms to see if you watched. (you did. you’d perfected the art of staring without looking, like a very focused houseplant.)
you started leaving breadcrumbs. nothing dramatic—just little cheese cubes for the yearn-mouse. you asked him for a pencil even though you had six. his brain short-circuited so hard he handed you the one tucked behind his ear, half-chewed, and whispered “it’s lucky” like he was bestowing excalibur. when you used it to underline a passage in your book, he almost fainted.
‘she touched my spit. indirectly. that’s basically a wedding in some cultures.’
you underlined extra hard, slow strokes, just to watch him vibrate.
the real fun began when you learned to reply without speaking. you’d lock eyes, project a single word into the forefront of your mind—boo—and watch him jerk like you’d shot a confetti cannon in his cortex. he’d grip the nearest solid object, breathing like he’d run a marathon on Jupiter. you did it once while he was mid-serve. the ball rocketed straight into the net, bounced off, and beaned him in the back of the head. his team howled. you sat on the bleachers, serene as a nun, thinking ten points to gryffindor. his subsequent thought arrived warped with static and desperation:
‘she’s hacking my soul and i’m paying for the premium subscription.’
that night he texted you:
oinks: psst did you cast a spell on me or am i just naturally this pathetic
you: define pathetic.
oinks: i googled “how to look sexy while unconscious” just in case you ever knock me out
you: bookmark it.
oinks: already printed and laminated.
you snorted so loud your roommate asked if you were asphyxiating on your own joy.
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saturday brought a home game. you arrived late, slipping into the back row of the gym. oikawa spotted you instantly—of course he did, his brain had probably installed facial recognition for the back of your head. the score was tight, second set, and his serve had been off. coach was yelling. fans were restless. you leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and broadcast one calm sentence: ‘win, and i’ll let you walk me home.’
the change was supernatural. his spine straightened like someone had threaded him with steel. next serve? ace. then another. and another. the ball obeyed him like it owed rent. the gym erupted but you heard only the single laser beam of his thought:
‘for her i’d serve the earth into a new orbit.’
after the final point he didn’t even wait for the customary handshakes. he vaulted the barrier, landed catlike, and beelined straight to you, hair damp, eyes glowing. the crowd blurred into static. you lifted an eyebrow. “good game, captain.”
‘she said captain. i’m pregnant.’
he swallowed. “walk you home?” voice husky, trying so hard to be casual he practically vibrated out of his skin.
you let the silence stretch until he nearly combusted, then nodded. “try to keep up.”
outside, streetlights flickered on one by one, like they were gossiping about you. he carried your backpack like it was the nuclear football, hands trembling. you strolled, shoes scuffing autumn leaves. every third step his shoulder bumped yours, always apologizing, always doing it again. his mind was a slot machine of escalating madness:
‘if i offer her my jacket she might say no but if i freeze to death she’ll have to step over my corpse and that’s technically contact.’
you stopped under the ginkgo tree outside your dorm. gold leaves kept falling like slow confetti. he faced you, cheeks pink from more than cold, and blurted, “so, hypothetically, if i asked you out on a date—not now, i mean, like, in general—would you laugh in my face or just stab me politely?”
you pretended to ponder. inside his skull, alarms klaxoned:
‘ABORT ABORT she’s calculating the trajectory of my rejection. i’m a dead man. tell my mom i died a fool. bury me in my away jersey.’
you stepped closer. his breath hitched. you could practically hear his heart rearranging furniture. “hypothetically,” you murmured, “i might say yes… on one condition.”
‘i will lick the floor of every prefecture if that condition is me.’
“you have to stop trying so hard to look cool.” you flicked his forehead, gentle. “you’re already unbearably cool, tōru. it’s exhausting.”
his brain went silent—true, stunned, white-screen silence—before rebooting into a fireworks finale:
‘she used my first name. i have ascended. i am the sky now. clouds are my subjects.’
he exhaled shakily, eyes shining. “i can… be unbearable without trying. that’s literally my default setting.”
“prove it.” you turned to go, then glanced back. “tomorrow. seven. bring your worst jokes.”
‘i’m going to write this day on every ceiling so i never forget to look up.’
you left him there, frozen mid-wave, leaf stuck in his hair like a coronation crown. inside your own chest something warm and ridiculous pulsed. mind-reading came with spoilers, but nothing had prepared you for the moment the yearner became the yearned.
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at 6:58 the next evening he showed up wearing a hoodie two sizes too big, hair half-air-dried, carrying a single daisy he’d clearly stolen from campus landscaping. no volleyball bag, no audience, no performance. just him: stupidly tall, stupidly hopeful, freckle on his cheek you’d never noticed because he’d always been backlit by ego.
he offered the flower. “it’s small because the rest of the field is still growing. i didn’t want to be greedy.”
you took it, brushed his knuckles on purpose. his thought arrived soft, almost shy:
‘if this is a dream don’t wake me up unless she’s thirsty then wake me up so i can get her water.’
you smiled—full, real, the kind that cracked your reserve like ice on a lake. “come on, daisy thief.”
as you walked side by side, you let your pinky hook his. he jolted, then relaxed, fingers sliding between yours like they’d rehearsed this for years. his head quieted to a single repeating line, gentle enough to lullaby:
‘i’m holding her hand and she hasn’t run. universe, invoice me later.’
you gave a gentle squeeze. he squeezed back, probably committing the pressure to muscle memory. somewhere in the distance, the ginkgo leaves kept falling, but neither of you looked up. you didn’t need to. the sky was already in your palm, and it was laughing—soft, incredulous, wonderfully alive.
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a: i was @ the market w my father yesterday so i couldn’t write much! a man gave me a free whole salmon 😭 also met the son of my father’s friend again, i didn’t really pay him any mind but he ran to me to say hi once we left his father’s store, reasoning that he had to buy noodles but he walked away empty handed ???
oikawa loves when you use his car. he loves it when your perfume lingers on the seat belt and in turn rubs off on his own clothes. especially in the summer when it's been cooking a little and he opens the door, it immediately takes over his senses. he smiles as he loads his gym bag into the back before running back into the house.
you blinked in surprise as you just saw him exit out the door. "did you forget something, toru?" instead of answering he rushes up to you, showering your face in kisses. you screamed as you tried to push him off, but alas once you're in his vice grip it was up to him when you were let go.
you rolled his eyes with a smile as he planted one last loud kiss on your cheek before he released you from his grasp. "i just love you so much."
"yeah, yeah, yeah-- now hurry before you're late to practice." he scoffed, mouth agape. you placed your finger under his chin and closed his mouth, giving him one last kiss. "i love you too, happy birthday."
He loves to take charge of everything, which also includes when he is fucking you restlessly. For him, sex is a focus on you: your reactions, your likes, and your sounds. Oikawa wants to fuck you so good you would even forget about your name, for him every fuck is a challenge, and as you know he hates to lose. Despite his determination, you don't make it easy for him. The way your hips were moving, your whimpers, red marks from his spanking, the tears of pleasure that crossed your face which came from your naive eyes. It was an invitation for him to cum as fast as possible. Why did you need to act as such a whore? He pulled gently on your hair to expose more of your neck, once the skin was exposed he leaned in to make a short path of kisses and ended up with a hickey. Maybe the amazing fucking and how his dick is destroying your sanity would remind you who you belong to, but he wouldn't mind having other signs that people could realize you are taken, completely taken by him.
ATSUMU MIYA
Voyeurism
The blond setter might love it when you tease him, taunting him until he finally snaps. However, when he turns into the teaser, everything levels up. He wants to know how needy you are for him, how much you would degrade yourself just to get him. You were there, lying on the couch naked, your back arched whenever you used a new finger or sped up the fingering, not holding back any moan. Meanwhile, he was sitting in front of you, licking his lips, admiring the mess you were making. His right hand was holding his veiny and throbbing cock, so you could see it better. If you weren't to immerse yourself in fucking yourself while you scream his name, you would have seen how his precum was already releasing on the tip of his dick. Atsumu could easily just cum to that perfect scene, cover you with his load, and would already be satisfied. Nevertheless, he doesn't want to waste his cum, and has already decided he will load it all in you. You finally grabbed a cushion strongly and crossed your legs, a loud sigh came out of your mouth, indicating you had just reached orgasm. Is at that moment, when you were still feeling the pleasure, that he came to you and penetrated you. Now you are ready to take his huge cock.
TOBIO KAGEYAMA
Begging
His fingers on your filthy mouth. You were looking at him on your knees, meanwhile, he was standing up, wearing that nonchalant expression he was used to. Your tongue moves around his fingers, sucking them, and staring at him impatiently. It was a battle, he wouldn't put his dick in your cute mouth if you didn't verbally beg it. You, as the stubborn person you were, wanted to see if Kageyama could finally bow down to you. That was the reason why you were sucking his fingers in the most sexually and hot way possible, even leaving a string of saliva which connected from the tip of his fingers to your lips. He could only described you with a three words: a needy whore. The plan wasn't going as you expected, he seemed impassive while you were too needy for his dick. You wanted it to fuck your mouth, to make you gag until you can no longer breathe, to memorize every vein of it. You were cock whipped for him, so bad and so hard. You frowned, how much willpower could he have to act that icily? It was noticeable the bulge that appeared under his sweatpants, throbbing potentially, and leaving the clue that he was wearing no underwear; making his dick even more desirable. Maybe for this time, you would give in.
KENMA KOZUME
Sexting
Whenever he is streaming, he likes to have everything under control. He has moderators and four big screens. However, he leaves a screen for your chat, saying that you might have an emergency. For example, he was reacting to the GOTY nominations when a message from you saying you are needy popped up. He could already feel the rush going through his body. While viewers are focused on the video, he is on all the needy messages you are sending. He can feel his temperature rising and how his pants are starting to restrict him. There is something about you sexting, confessing your most perverse fantasies, and telling him how you are masturbating yourself. He could already feel how his dick can't wait any longer to be inside you, spreading that tight and wet hole you reserved for him. Now, his words are being sloppy whenever he talks, which confused his chat and made him think he was excited about the event. There is a turning point, and it is when you finally sent him a short mute video of you naked, touching yourself while mouthing his name. You are just in the bedroom next to his, you are so fucking close, but he cannot go yet. You know that and just used it as a way of torturing him even more, being more explicit in your texts, sending videos in different positions, with different facial expressions. Oh, when he finishes this stream, you will be really punished.
KEIJI AKAASHI
Pleasure control
Akaashi is a gentleman, he is such a gentleman that he even controls how much pleasure you are receiving and in what way. That's why his dick covered with your fluids is right now sliding over that pretty hole of yours. The tip of his dick caressed the entrance, making you move your hips uncontrollably to get more contact with it. He smirked to see his reaction, and since you have been a good sub, he awarded you with introducing just his tip. His thrusting started, but you are disappointed that you aren't experiencing the whole thing. Before you could even complain, as if he could read your mind, he buried his dick deeper than before. Your body shivered and your mouth produced a slight moan. How could it feel so good? You didn't know how Akaashi was able to produce that effect on you, such intense pleasure whenever he wanted. It's not as if it was your first fuck with him, but he made it feel every time as the first time he owned you, as it was a new experience for you. When you started to get used to the way he was thrusting you, you decided to take some initiative and crossed your legs around his waist so he could enter you completely. Since he could no longer control the pleasure through his throbbing dick, he decided to use his hands and mouth. His mouth left wet kisses and his hands caressed your body begging for more in every touch. His affection through mouth and hands kept getting intense, however so were his thrusts, searching for that sweet spot of yours. In seconds he found it and kept pounding there. Oh, you were going insane.
KOSHI SUGAWARA
Sensory deprivation
He just wants you to concentrate on him, that's the reason why you were blindfolded, with earplugs, and your hands restrained with a tie. Seeing you that vulnerable already made him feel rush in his body to fuck you as you deserved. Things got better when he finally attended to your desire to get all of him in you. You're only feeling his dick spreading slowly through your entrance, too slowly in your opinion. You knew he was doing that on purpose, he wanted you to feel embedded by all his length, to appreciate every part of him. Desperate, you leaned your hips towards him; however, you felt a soft bite on the earlobe in response. It was his way of telling you to be patient. You whimpered as a way of complaining, but part of your voice got stuck in your throat the moment he surprisingly got all in with just a thrust. You writhed in the sheets when you feel how the path started to fasten, not leaving enough time for you to assimilate. Furthermore, you being deprived of everything but his touch made any single caress multiply its effect on you, leading to exaggerated reactions that are the most gorgeous thing for him. The deprivation continued until you admitted you were going to orgasm soon, it’s then when he quit you the think piece of silk which didn't allow you to see. You saw everything bluried due to the tears of pleasure. He saw you in your truest form, the most gorgeous and hottest mess ever created. He could like sensory deprivation, but he loves all your facials, more if it's when you orgasm.
KEISHIN UKAI
Public sex
He loves to fuck you anywhere and whenever he can, hence you are now in the storage room with your hands grabbing a shelf trying to stabilize yourself while he is pounding you swiftly. Your jeans were on the floor, and your panties were pulled on one side. Meanwhile, he is barely with his jeans and underwear under his knees. You two didn't have enough time, since he is on his lunch break. At least he was eating well, leaving a trace of wet kisses on your neck and shoulder, while his hands were firmly grabbing your hips, assuring to fuck you deeper with every thrust. You tried to avoid emitting any sound, since the storage room isn't quite far away from the corridors of the shop, but he was fucking you so good and touching you so good, that some soft whimpering escaped from your mouth. He groaned and pushed you roughly, making your body stumble and be pushed against the shelf, how could he not answer to your desperate crying of wanting more? One of his hands which was busy earlier with some stimulation went to your mouth, to cover it all, as he tried for your moans not to escape that little room. If you two didn't get caught you would have another amazing sex experience, if you two got caught he could finally show everyone what a bitch you were for him. It was already a win for him.
KANJI KOGENAGAWA
Striptease
Kanji is a simple man, and like every man, he loves the foreplay. His favourite one is the striptease, in which he can admire you calmly and think about all the things he is going to do to you. Have you unzipped your sweatshirt slowly to show your naked body slowly? He would think about how his fingers would caress your neck, making a trace to your nipples to play with them, sucking, licking, nibbling them. Are you now stripping down your jeans? He would make sure to have those legs firmly grab his waist to feel him better when he will fuck you nonstop all night. Would you make some graceful movements of your arms? He would make sure to get both arms entangled around his neck while your nails dig softly into his skin whenever you feel he has hit the spot. He loves seeing you like that because he could already imagine all the naughty and sexual things he is going to do to you, to destroy you, and make you only think for weeks how he is the only one who could fuck you the way you like it.
hey twin idk if you take suggestions but the concept of ex bf!oikawa teaching new bf!kageyama how to fuck his girl is plaguing me deeply. he’s so convinced reader is eventually gonna come back regardless so, if she insists on leaving him for a little bit, he’s gotta make sure she’ll be well taken care of :(
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— a haikyuu fanfic // oikawa toru loved you so much, he couldn't bear seeing his girl be treated badly.
synopsis: oikawa toru needs his girl pampered, doesn't matter how
cw: ooh DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT! IT IS EXACTLY HOW TOXIC IT SOUNDS OKAY. SUB!KAGS AND DOM!OIKAWA IF YOU SQUINT. D*BCON. FILMING. VIRTUAL THREES*ME. OIKAWA IS A MANIPULATIVE MAAAAAAAN AND MENTIONS OF CHEATING. NOT PROOFREAD.
nsfw includes: p*netration. r*w. cre*mpie. d*bcon. bimbo!reader (sorta??). multiple positions. marathon s*x. dom-sub relationship. schrodinger's 3s*m - it is both a 3s*m and not. idk tell me if i missed any :p
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"FUCK YOU, TORU!" you slammed your manicured fists (that he paid for) against his chest, shoving him back as you huffed and puffed and threw yet another fit.
"what?" oikawa toru's eyes regarded you lazily as he stumbled back, swaying with half-a-heart as if he was pretending to give two shits. about you. about this conversation. "what's up now, baby?"
"what's up now?" you heaved, your pretty eyes glossing over as you lift up his phone in your hand. the foreign notification pulls his attention to the screen. "why the fuck is this girl texting you? HUH?"
"oh, babe." oikawa muses, laughing as if it's a trivial matter. "she's just some fan. she doesn't matter, you know." he takes a step forward towards you, "you matter. to me."
"OH, FUCK YOU!" you stand your ground, extending an arm out. "STEP ANY CLOSER AND I'LL PUNCH YOU, I SWEAR TO GOD, TORU!"
oikawa simply rolls his eyes at that. as if a lousy punch from you would bruise anything other than his ego, but he stops at the empty threat nonetheless. "right. okay."
"im leaving." you declare, turning to his coffee table in his luxurious apartment to gather your purse and car keys. you throw his phone somewhere to his couch.
"awh, babe. c'mon." oikawa whines, but makes no actual efforts to actually stop you. he knows what game you're playing. the good ole cat and mouse. he knows as well as you that you'd come back—
"—and I'm not fucking coming back, toru." you grumble, your pretty voice all wrecked and scratched as you complain. "you do this all the fucking time. all the time." you turn your face in his direction, taking in his casual demeanor as he just stands there and listens to your yells. he looks so unbothered even now. at the sight of him, your skin immediately burns feverish, "EVEN NOW! LOOK AT YOU! JUST STANDING THERE!—"
"jeez, you asked me to stand here!" he rolls his eyes, pinching his brows thereafter as if your theatrics were all but a nuisance to him, as if he could be investing this time in better things like texting that other woman!
"you told me last time." you heave, straightening your body and turning towards him fully. "you said you won't fucking talk to other girls." tears prick your eyes but you inhale sharply, holding them back. "you— you said you wanted to fix us."
"and i do, baby—" he takes a step forward, holding his arms out as if he knows that once he gets you in his embrace, you can never truly leave him. but you step back, gaining distance from him, "you can't fucking fix us. there's none of us left to fix. im leaving and im not coming back, toru. ever."
and oikawa toru watches as you clutch your designer bag (that he bought you) and storm out of his apartment in your designer heels (that he bought you too).
as soon as you slam the door behind you, oikawa leisurely makes over to the same couch where him and you had been making out before that one notification ruined the night. he stretches his arms above his head, stifling a yawn that pours out of him. he only bothers to fish for his phone when he realizes hes growing bored. and then, he finds himself back on his phone, scrolling tiktoks and knowing you'd be back in a day or two.
however, two days pass and there's no news of you. well, whatever. oikawa knows you two had broken up for longer than two days, just never longer than a week. but then, a week passes. then, two. then, before oikawa knows it it's been a month.
things only start seeming real to the pro-player when iwaizumi sends him the link to a tabloid titled: DID ARGENTINIAN SETTER OIKAWA TORU AND HIS LONG-TERM MODEL GIRLFRIEND CALL IT QUITS? INSIDER REVEALS, YES! alongside a message "good for her, you trash."
oikawa then tries to contact you, only to find out he's blocked everywhere. on your phone number, on your insta, snapchat. fuck, even your linkedin. how the fuck did you block him on venmo as well?!
"whatever," he brags to iwaizumi over call two weeks later, "she'd come back. i know her. she's just holding out on me this time around. probably to teach me a lesson."
"right." iwaizumi hums from the other end, "is that happening in another month or...?"
"fuck you, iwa-chan." he cuts the call and waits.
another month passes him by, and before oikawa knows it, it's been three whole months since you stormed out of his life. still, oikawa toru, is a man full of worthless pride and delusion — that is how he achieved his dreams of being an olympian, after all — so, he waits on you, knowing you'd come back. because he knows you, and he knows himself. you're both perfect for each other, you're both made for each other. no amount of fuck ups could take that away. so, he waits.
it's only after 97 days of you being gone that iwaizumi sends him another tabloid, this one titled: THE DUEL OF THE SETTERS! OIKAWA TORU'S EX-GIRLFRIEND SPOTTED WITH HOTTIE KAGEYAMA TOBIO! alongside another message "wow, she jumped to your student huh? baller move."
oikawa almost crushes his phone is his vice-grip, his eye twitching and forehead throbbing with the effort it was taking to restrain himself.
he wasn't mad that you moved on. well, no, of course he was mad. but with him of all people? kageyama? it's as if you wanted oikawa to suffer, as if you wanted to rub his face in the dirt and taunt him with your conquest.
that night oikawa calls a number he hasn't bothered to look at for years: kageyama tobio.
ring, ring, ring.
"hello?" kageyama's voice from the other end is soft.
"kageyama." instinctively, oikawa's grip tightens around his phone. a vein jumps in his forehead. primal instinct, all of it. it's as if somehow, oikawa toru — olympian, the revered setter of the nation team of argentina, and a total ladies' man — is back to being a 17 year old unable to make it to nationals from the sendai prefecture.
"oikawa-san...?" kageyama's voice trails off, and oikawa has to clear his throat so that he doesn't sound as infuriated as he feels. "ah, yes. it's me."
"oh," kageyama's voice sounds distant, as if he's busy. oikawa picks up on it, and immediately asks, "are you busy?"
"no, no." kageyama reassures, "i was just finishing practice. about to head home. what's up?"
oikawa can hear kageyama's teammates talking in the background, and their manager calling out to them.
"nothing." oikawa grits his jaw, bunches his brows and sets his resolve in stone. "would you mind giving me a call back when you're free?"
"oh, of course!" oikawa can hear the smile in his words, and it pisses him off more — this happiness that oozes out of his junior. he can't wait to crush it, to throw kageyama to a place of despair. but oikawa bites back any remarks and instead, says, "thanks."
he, then, hangs up and waits.
₊ ⋆ PHASE I: INITIATION
"hello." kageyama's grating voice reaches oikawa's ears after 56 minutes of endless waiting.
oikawa returns the formality, "hello."
"it's been a long while!" kageyama isn't one to sound cheery, but he definitely doesn't sound like he's holding back pent up anger quite like oikawa. it infuriates oikawa evermore.
"yes, guess so." oikawa hums, sprawling his legs wide and leaning back into his couch.
oikawa has the entire lights in his apartment off, and if iwaizumi was to walk in on his best friend right now, he would probably make fun of oikawa and call him a wanna-be supervillain. well, but then, iwa-chan would be right, of course. whatever oikawa toru is planning is nothing short of a dc comic supervillain arc.
"so, let me cut to the chase." oikawa hums, "you must know why I've called."
kageyama says your name and oikawa grits his jaw. he doesn't like how natural your name sounds at the tip of his tongue, as if the other setter has etched something that belonged to oikawa to his memory. how dare he fucking swipe at something that was oikawa's, and oikawa's alone.
"hm. her." oikawa bites back.
"what of her?" kageyama lazily asks, though there's an undercurrent of petty annoyance to his words.
"you know that I dated her, right?"
"yeah. for a couple of years. on and off." kageyama rambles, "much of which you cheated emotionally. i know. she told me, and i happened to look at some old tabloids."
"hm?" oikawa's lips stretch into a smirk, he runs a hand through his hair. "has she told you everything then?"
"yeah—"
"even how i fuck her?"
the line goes silent. the static on kageyama's end is like music to his ears. oh, oikawa toru is a cruel man and he knows it.
when kageyama speaks again, it's all but a croak, "what...?"
"did she?" oikawa laughs, loud and unrestrained. "did she tell you how exactly you can get her off? have you two even fucked, or you're too much of a fucking pussy to actually treat her like a woman? your woman—"
"oikawa-san." kageyama sounds eerily calm on the other end. "please refrain from using such words."
"oho?" oikawa raises a brow, smirking at kageyama's defense. "so you haven't fucked, huh? surprising, cause she put out for me on the first date." oikawa sucks in a breath, "well, not surprising, because it was me. perhaps she doesn't hold much hopes out on you."
he hears kageyama's breath still on the other end, then, a threat. "if you wanted to trash talk, there were much more meaningful topics than this. don't call me again, oikawa-san."
"tch." oikawa interjects. "you're as sensitive as always."
"you're talking shit about my girlfriend."
oikawa laughs at the statement. "his" girlfriend. sure. the bastard had known you a few days and thought he knew you as well as oikawa did? funny. real funny.
if kageyama knew you anywhere as deeply as he proclaimed, he would know that he was just a sorry attempt at a rebound, that he was a pathetic distraction in your life while you bid your time before returning to oikawa. whatever the fuck souls were made of, yours and oikawa's was the same. he knew it. you knew it. kageyama seemed to have not gotten that memo yet. so, yeah, it is funny. and it makes oikawa laugh.
but the laughter soon dies in oikawa's throat, and fury rises up like bile. "all I'm saying is, if you ever realize how much you're unable to satisfy her, how lackluster you are, give me a call. i know all of her favourite spots, all the places that make her squirm and squirt, and i know—"
beep.
"—just how to fuck her right." oikawa finishes, pulling the phone away from him to look at his home screen flashing white. kageyama tobio cut the call.
oikawa huffs, throwing his phone to the side. this hang up wasn't humiliating, anyways. it just meant that oikawa had to wait and watch. just wait and watch.
₊ ⋆ PHASE II: BAIT
thirteen days later, oikawa walks over to his locker room after a day's practice and there it is, the thing he had been waiting on forever: a missed call from kageyama tobio himself.
"kageyama." oikawa hums as he punches in the code to open his main gate. he shuffles in, throwing the duffle bag by the door and kicking his shoes off.
"you were wrong." is all kageyama says.
"hm?" oikawa walks further into his sprawling apartment, making his way over to the empty kitchen. "how so?"
kageyama hesitates for a second, a restrain to his usual voice. "she was pretty happy with me... and my performance."
"oh?" oikawa pours himself a glass of water, "is it? lucky you."
"i just wanted to tell you to mind your own business, is all."
oikawa waits for a second, busy chugging down his glass of water. once done, he wipes his lips with the back of his hands. "i see..."
"yes."
"so, her thighs shook when she came?" oikawa makes his way towards his master bedroom next. "she clutched onto something — the sheets, your bicep, the headboard, anything? oh, and did her face make that adorable O expression?"
oikawa pulls off his jersey, ridding himself of all his clothes before he finds himself in the bathroom with the phone on speaker and out of the water.
"well..." kageyama doesn't continue and oikawa snickers, "right. so, she faked it."
"oh, fuck off." kageyama bites back and oikawa turns on the shower and stands beneath it, feeling his entire sweaty body drench in the cool water.
"my, my. such dirty words." oikawa hums, turning around to face away from the shower. "you should watch your tongue."
"she didn't fake it."
"really?" oikawa laughs, "why would I lie to you?"
"i don't know?" kageyama grumbles, "to psychologically fuck with me. or something."
"oh, tobio." oikawa smiles to himself, "if I had to fuck with you, i wouldn't need her for it."
before kageyama can retort back, oikawa's already filling in the gap, "how about you tell me when you finally make her cum for real, hm?"
beep.
the silence that kageyama leaves in his wake is pleasant, to say the least. oikawa toru sighs and closes his eyes, feeling the cool water cascade down his body in gentle laps. he rests his forehead against the pristine tiles, exhaling through his mouth as lewd thoughts of you begin to creep into his pysche.
"fuck..." oikawa whispers to himself, feeling blood rush to his cock just at the mere thought of you being so sexually frustrated and pent up, fed up with another man while you wait for oikawa.
he grips the base of his cock and immediately hisses at the contact of his skin with his own appendage.
god, poor you. you must be sooo needy right now. he can just imagine you squirming, pouting and pressing your thighs together mindlessly when kageyama disappoints you. he can just imagine you itching for his touch.
"hah, no." he stops himself, pulling his hand away to turn the temperature of the water colder still. "gotta save it for when she actually crawls back to me." his eyes falls down to his leaking, red tip, "i'd be better down her throat."
oikawa smiles.
₊ ⋆ PHASE III: ESCALATION
six days later, there's another call.
"you're so full of shit." kageyama grunts over call, "i asked her if she was unsatisfied-"
"and she said 'no'?" oikawa rolls his eyes, "oh, tobio-chan, you're too naive for a vixen like her. do you really think she can bear breaking your sensitive heart by telling you the truth?"
"why would you tell me the truth?"
"hm, correct. why would i?"
"i mean you're her ex." the usually straight-laced man spits out, "obviously, you'd want to fuck with my head so you can weed me off, have her back and keep her trapped."
oikawa pauses. his brows furrow, lips pursing. "kageyama. i do not think i have to lie to you. you understand ambition and hunger better than most." oikawa pauses, and he picks up in the slight hitch in kageyama's breathing. "she might be with you. momentarily. but she's my girl. always has been. always will be."
kageyama doesn't say anything.
"and truth is, however far she is from me... i cannot bear to see her unsatisfied." oikawa hums, genuinely pained. "i cannot bear to think that my girl is out there, suffering, when i would have never let something like this happen to her."
"she's doing perfectly fine."
"like she told ya?" oikawa laughs, but it's short-lived. "when i used to fuck her, she used to lose her goddamn mind, kageyama. reduced to a babbling, cock-hungry mess."
"shut up—"
"you've never had her like that, have you?" oikawa groans just at the memory of you, "oh, it's heavenly."
kageyama gulps from the other end.
oikawa hums, "and me? as territorial as i may be, i want you to be able to experience it. not for your sake, for hers. i gotta make sure my girl's taken care of."
there's a long silence, followed by a simple sentence from kageyama, "what are you suggesting?"
oikawa smiles, "just hear me out."
₊ ⋆ PHASE IV: ATTACK
"kags?" you call out in that sweet tone and a shiver runs down his spine as kageyama shuffles awkwardly into his bedroom.
"what's wrong?" you ask next, looking up from your phone, laying on your stomach on kageyama's bed. your flimsy tank top strap slips off your shoulders, your entire cleavage on display.
kageyama rubs the back of his neck, still standing at the floor to his bedroom.
"babe?" you call out so sweetly, tilting your head to the side. "is something wrong?"
"no..." he pulls at his ear, where he's wearing an earbud. "uh, i just—" he stalls, "are you happy with me?"
"what?" you blink, slow, then chase it with a natural smile. "of course I am!"
"no. no. like..." his face burns, eyes drifting away from your face, "sex wise...?"
"oh...?" your eyes widen and you sit up, staring at him where he stands at the door. "yes. obviously! oh my god, kags, why are you thinking?—"
"am i better than your ex?"
you mull his words over, your tongue too thick in your mouth.
at your silence, kageyama takes a step forward, "so, no?"
"no! no!" you quickly react. "that's not the case! you're not bad at sex. like at all!"
"but I'm not as good as him?" there's a finality to his words.
"no!" you're sitting at the edge of his bed at this point, and kageyama's face is scrunched in concentration, as if he's trying to pay attention to your words and retain his sanity at the same time.
"listen, kags. you're good. like really, really good."
"but?"
"but..." your words weigh heavy in your mouth, "but oikawa and i... we have a lot of history in between us. we've been together for so long that—"
"yes or no?" there's a desperation to his words, the kind you've never seen grace the setter's tongue.
you swallow, "he just knows me well..."
"does he, now?" a resolve hardens in his eyes, "how about i prove that I'm better?"
₊ ⊹ ₊ 𓂃⋆ ꩜ ⋆ ﹒ 𐦯
kageyama is different today, you notice. though, you cannot hold onto that thought for too long, for it's slipping through the lucid grasp with each punctuated drag of his cock into your cunt.
his thumb is at your clit, thumbing away with a pattern that is strikingly similar to, "t-toru..."
the syllables leave your tongue without you thinking about them, all you know is that your hips gyrate in a lewd rhythm as they match kageyama's enthusiastic thrusts, and your manicured nails dig into his shoulders as he hovers over you.
"toru?" kageyama repeats, his eyes searching for your face.
your eyes blow wide open, your jaw hanging in protest, "n-no, not toru—!"
kageyama looks at your face, and then your neck. his gaze feels erratic, shaky and then his nimble fingers come to grasp over your throat. he experiments with the pressure, building slowly before pressing down at your skin.
your cunt immediately tightens around him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the feeling of his hand on your throat, his skin weighing and pressing against yours.
"fuck—" your vision goes black, his grunts and echoes fading in and out of focus as you close your eyes shut. and then, between the lecherous sounds of sex and sweat, all you can imagine is toru above you.
oikawa's hand presses to your throat tighter, before he lightens it and you gasp. his hand then flutters down to your breast, where he twists the nipple and rolls it between his fingers. he's so fucking mean, his calloused fingertips teasing and probing your soft skin till all you can spew out are profanities and mewls.
"oh..." you moan at the warm feeling of his tugs as they grow in intensity. fuck, you can even imagine oikawa's stupid smirk as he peers down at you.
then, your eyes flutter open and it's, "t-tobio..."
the setter has his entire face set in concentration, his eyes locked onto your face as he administers slow poison into your system.
kageyama tobio is good at sex. truly. he's clinical, to a certain degree. he knows where to touch, how deep to fuck, how fast to match the pace. he just... isn't oikawa toru.
except, today, he seems to bear a striking resemblance to his very own senior. it unnerves you, the way kageyama's hand drags down to the juncture where you're connected to him, thumbing away roughly at your clit with messy strokes. usually, he's so precise. it's calculated and easy. today, there's a feral intensity to his movements. like...
"toru— fuck—?!" your eyes snap shut at the increased stimulation against your clit. as soon as your words sink into your skin, you're slapping a hand against your mouth and shaking your head.
kageyama stills against you, his length throbbing inside your walls still. his eyes meet yours and you await some sort of s reaction — for him to be angry, to be betrayed. anything.
instead, he exhales, his gaze is clinically sharp. "this is pissing me off."
"tobio—" you swallow.
"you want oikawa to come fuck you that bad, huh?"
₊ ⊹ ₊ 𓂃⋆ ꩜ ⋆ ﹒ 𐦯
"huh?" oikawa lazily stretches his arms over his head, still lazing about on his bed after his shower. theres an incoming video call, from kageyama tobio of all people.
he swipes to accept the call, expecting to see his junior crying and begging for his wisdom. instead—
"fuck, t-toru..." you can barely hold the phone in your shaky grasp, your eyes half-lidded and hypnotised as the loud smacks echo through the phone speaker.
oikawa sits up immediately, taking in the scene. you're naked, with kageyama behind you. oikawa's junior grips the plump flesh of your ass, digging his fingers as his pelvis smacks against yours.
your jaw hangs open, gasps tumbling out as you're jolted forward by his hits.
"baby?" oikawa's immediately fisting his palm, looking at your glossed expression — the expression that was ever only reserved for him.
"oikawa-san." kageyama grunts from behind, and oikawa has to strain to listen to his call words in the midst of the obscene sounds of sex. "she seemed to miss you a lot, so i thought I'll help her—" he smacks your ass, the skin stinging and red. "reconnect."
oikawa's expression eases and turns into something sleazier. "hm? is it, baby? did you miss me?"
you're shaking your head, barely making cognitive arguments. "no. i didn't— i- i don't care about you." your video shakes with every rough jolt from behind, your lips parting open in that awestruck expression that immediately sends all blood rushing to oikawa's thick cock.
"huh? i see." oikawa settles against the headboard, one of his arms coming to lie flat behind his head. he wants to seem nonchalant, like he's not gulping airfuls in his empty mouth and straining in his pants. he wants to seem like he doesn't wanna teleport over to yours, yank kageyama off and fuck you himself. well... maybe he can't teleport. however...
"kageyama, rub your hands all over." oikawa grits his jaw, instructing. "slap her ass, knead her inner thigh, then rub her clit."
kageyama follows his instructions behind you, roaming his broad hands all over the curve of your ass before kneading and teasing your inner thigh.
you moan, half the protest lost in a whine, "tobio— fuck, why are you—" your back arches as kageyama thumbs your clit, prying apart your folds and assaulting the nub in tight, circular motions. "fuck— oh, god— fuck..."
oikawa watches in real time as your eyes roll back to your skull, the eyewhites tinted red with the impending buildup of tears.
"deepen her arch." oikawa spits out next, his own hand shamelessly crawling to his sleepshorts. he pulls the waistband down, freeing his hard cock of its confinements. "be mean. push it down. she likes being manhandled."
kageyama does as oikawa asks and you gasp at the strong push of his hand pushing your upper body tight against the mattress. your stomach feels tight, both from the action and from the continuous thrusts inside your sloppy cunt.
your face is buried so deep into the sheets, god you can't even lift it up to look at the camera. oikawa's voice echoes from somewhere above you, his words sharp and unmuddled. "harder. smack your entire body against hers, till she's stinging red and raw. she likes pain, this one."
immediately, you jolt forward, being pushed further into the sheets as kageyama's taut, toned skin smacks against yours. your ass and the back of your thighs sting red in protest, so does your mouth but your drools and gasps are muffled into the sheets.
"you're good at following orders, tobio-chan." you hear oikawa's smug tone, despite not able to see his face.
"shut up." kageyama answers back, his body still smacking into yours with each thrust. he crashes into you like a violent storm, again and again and again till the sting of his skin against yours feel periodic and soothing. the numbness that he leaves behind when he reels his hips back makes you whine.
you manage to lift your head up, to glance at the phone screen. oikawa looks like a mess — he tries to hide it, but you know him too well.
his eyes are locked in, his jaw set and eyebrows furrowed. but there's creases in his forehead and a furious blush against his cheeks, he shudders as one his biceps flex on his side, clearly giving away his business.
you laugh, despite the thunder in your belly and heaviness in your chest, "toru— hah, you slut—! really like seeing someone else fuck... fuck your girl?"
oikawa raises a brow before his face rests in the same sleazy expression, "my girl?" he grins, his hand sharpening their motion. "hear that, kageyama? even she thinks she's my girl."
smack!
"aah—?!" you groan, feeling kageyama's hand leave its imprint in the fat of your ass. the sudden smack makes the phone slip from your shuddering grasp and onto the sheets.
kageyama circles his hand around you, squishing your cheeks into a mean pout. "what is this now?" he grunts against the shell of your ears. "his girl?"
"no, n-no." you shake your head, your words coming squished and borderline incomprehensible.
"his girl?" he echoes, like he doesn't even hear your desperate cries. "y'know, baby. every time i fucking say those words, you're squeezing me like you wanna fuckin' kill me."
you gulp, or try to, feeling your pussy tighten around his erection without meaning to.
he trails his hand down your throat, and your abdomen, only to smack your pussy with his open palm. "you just like hearing those words so much, huh?"
"hello?" oikawa hums sarcastically from somewhere between the sheets, "forgetting me, are we?"
there's a beat of silence, one in which you think kageyama would ignore oikawa and continue fucking you. maybe keep the older man on call, making him hear your incessant moans without giving him the bliss of actually seeing your ruination.
"pick up the phone." kageyama orders you.
you stretch out your hand forward, which feels limp and devoid of all energy. lifting the device, you hold it up so that oikawa can see you getting railed again.
"kageyama." oikawa calls out, sharp.
"hm?"
"change positions. i wanna see her properly."
and now, kageyama is against the headboard, his back flushed against it as you sit on his cock, reverse cowgirl. he has your thighs picked up, your feet dangling over your shoulders as you struggle to hold the phone at an angle that captures all your obscene acts.
oikawa can finally see you — your lecherous, slutty pussy split wide open on kageyama's cock. your wide, teary eyes and gaping mouth.
kageyama ruts upwards into you, his curved cock carving a path into your vagina that makes your toes curl and face lock up in pleasure.
oikawa still strokes himself lazily on the other end, as if he's watching some soap opera he can't bother to fully invest into. well, that's what you know he wants kageyama to think.
but you see how his eyes lock into you, how he licks his lips and bites down his moans.
"don't forget her clit." oikawa grunts out and immediately, kageyama's hand flies to your open pussy, rubbing away at the throbbing, engorged nub.
"yeah." oikawa smiles at the change in your expression. "yeah, look how much she fucking wants it. moving her hips so pathetically."
"yeah." kageyama breathes out, almost transfixed by the gyrations of your hips and the lecherous waterfalls of slick pouring out of you and onto his shaft. "her pretty pussy won't stop leaking."
"oh, you haven't seen leaking." oikawa hums. "my girl looks so pretty when she squirts."
"yeah?" kageyama hums from behind you, "looks like i gotta see it for myself."
two more orgasms down, with kageyama's cock driveling in and out while his fingers swipe against your clit, unrelenting, you feel a monumental pressure building up in your stomach.
you thrash against kageyama, but it is so hard when he's got your thighs pinned on either sides of his face. he keeps fucking you, not stopping to even catch his barely fleeting breath.
"just a little more." oikawa eggs on from the screen, "look at her, yeah? see the way she's fucking shaking."
"she's resisting." kageyama grunts. "her pussy's getting tighter and tighter, like she wants to claw at me."
"yeah, yeah. i know all about it. that's how you know she's close." oikawa carries forward the conversation, the two men conversing as if you're not even fucking there. or worse, as if you're a lab animal and they're running a test on you, sharing their hypothesis and such.
"fuck—?!" you groan, guttural and raw, as you feel the pressure inside your body increase tenfolds. "tobio— tobio, fuck... fuck stop, please."
"don't stop." oikawa sternly commands over the call. "she gets all sensitive and whiney. she's fucking close. don't you dare stop."
you claw at kageyama's forearm, the one that's swiping away at your cunt. "no, no. i can't— i genuinely can't—"
"she can." oikawa grunts. then again, his words turn softer for your sake. "you can, baby."
"toru—" your tears turn the phone screen bleary, and you can barely make sense. "toru, please—"
"baby." his voice is a soft coo, as if he's petting a wounded animal that won't trust him. "you know you're close. it'll feel so good."
you're blubbering and crying, "but hic—! but... toru..." your jaw hangs open, eyes squeezing shut as you feel kageyama still inside you, still sheathed. he swipes against your cunt dangerously fast.
a spray of water soaks his hand, his thighs, your thighs, and the wretched phone in your hand. you're red and gasping, thrashing in the puddle of your own orgasm.
"fuck." you hear oikawa rasp out on his end, and you know just from the glossy look in his eyes that he had cum. you, however, don't have the time to collect your thoughts and comment because kageyama's moving inside you again.
plap! plap! plap!
his thrusts echo with the splashing of water, the sound intensified with your gasp and groans and moans. his pace increases tenfold, one of his arm coming to wrap around your waist in a dangerous grip. "fuck." he groans, throwing his head back into the headboard. "so close."
"kageyama." oikawa's breath is all over the place — messy and uncontrolled. you already know what that means, even in your half-lucid state. it means he was playing with his sensitive cock, pulling and tugging at the flushed tip. "cum inside her."
kageyama's eyes shoot open, "inside...?"
"she can handle it." oikawa laughs, and that too, comes out breathy and shaken. "she loves it, in fact."
before kageyama can get hold of enough sanity to pretend to question his senpai's command, he is already stuttering and losing balance of his hips against yours. his fingers dig into your skin as he attempts to keep up his rhythm.
with a few more hits, he is fucking ropes of warm cum into your pliant cunt, one that gobble and swallows his load before it drips out of your in pathetic streaks.
"fuck." oikawa groans from the other end, is watching how the camera captures his white semen seep out of you in flustered rivers of sin. his load mixes with your juices, smearing messily against your own skin.
"fuck..." kageyama presses a kiss to your cheek, finally pulling out of you. as soon as he does, his cum flushes out of you, all thick and pearlescent.
"fuck." oikawa echoes.
kageyama grunts and pulls the phone from your shaky grasp, inching the camera closer to your fluttering, slobbering cunt, which weeps out cum in greedy globules.
"see that?" kageyama swipes at the mixture, an action that makes you twitch weakly against his chest. "she had a lot of fun—"
"kageyama. you made a mess of her. clean it." oikawa's voice leaves no trace of an argument. it's definite. it's stern.
"wh-what...?" kageyama slurs, furrowing his brows.
"you heard me." oikawa sets his jaw tight. "that's the least you can do for my girl."
₊ ⋆ PHASE V: AQUIRE
next you know, kageyama tobio is pawing open your legs, burying his face in between your folds, nuzzling his face and lapping up the sticky mess of arousal.
it's animalistic, holding your phone up to show your cheater ex-boyfriend how your current boyfriend was lapping up your pussy.
the phone shakes in your grip, but the video manages to capture the white essence clinging to kageyama's chin and lips as he drinks your essence in.
"attaboy." oikawa groans from the other end. "get everything nice and clean."
you swear you know kageyama enough to know that he's not the one to take blatant orders, but he complies to oikawa's wishes and whims in a jiffy. his tongue is sharper against you, firmer and precise as he collects his own dew in his mouth.
"long stripes." oikawa commands and kageyama follows. "press your tongue flat against her and cover everything. up and down."
you hate how well oikawa still fucking knows you.
"fuck..." you swear from behind the phone, your thighs tightening around kageyama's face until his skin splotches red. you can barely control your rabid thoughts and rambles. your muscles tighten and your eyes roll back, an impending orgasm teetering just out of grasp.
"im so jealous." oikawa manages to grit out. "wish that was me right now. buried against you."
"oikawa-san." kageyama raises his head from the sticky juncture of your thighs. before you can think, or process the sheen of his jaw and lips, and the sweat dribbling down his temple, kageyama says two words. "come over."
your mouth lags behind, opening and closing in confusion.
kageyama grunts, pulling the phone from your grasp to turn the camera towards your face.
oikawa groans at the sight of you. kageyama grins, "don't you wanna see your girl in person?"
"good idea." you hear shuffling on oikawa's end — the rapid succession of footsteps, the jingling of his car keys and the smack of his door. "im on my way."
you bite down your lip. oh god, this was going to be the best night of your life. and you were going to regret it every bit tomorrow.
a.n: nasty woman, i am. nasty woman, you are. hallelujah. enjoy the nasties.
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boyfriend!oikawa who sends you good morning texts with way too many emojis & selfies every single day. even when he’s at early morning practice, he’ll snap you a quick selfie with a sleepy smile, captioning it “good morning cutie! your favorite setter is thinking about you always ☀️😘💖🫶🏻”
boyfriend!oikawa who gets dramatically jealous when other people flirt with you… especially when it’s his own teammates. he’ll immediately wrap an arm around your waist & pull you closer, glaring at them straight with narrowed eyes while silently mouthing for them to back off.
boyfriend!oikawa who loves showing you off to everyone. he’ll post pictures of the two of you on his instagram with captions like “lucky to have the best girlfriend ever! ^_^” and then spend the next hour refreshing the comments just to brag whenever people call the two of you cute.
boyfriend!oikawa who notices every little thing about you. the specific way you like being comforted when you’re upset, the tiny habits you don’t even realize you have & even the offhand comments you made about something random months earlier. he’s always been incredibly perceptive when it comes to you, remembering the things that you don’t even think he would.
boyfriend!oikawa who gets sulky when you don’t give him enough attention. he’ll dramatically pout and say, “wahhh y/n-channn… is that person you’re texting more important than me!?” before tugging on your arm repeatedly until you finally put your phone down & turn all your attention back to him.
boyfriend!oikawa who refuses to let you leave without kissing him goodbye. even if you’re rushing to get home, he’ll grab your wrist and whine, “babyyy, you’re forgetting something important,” before pointing at his lips.
boyfriend!oikawa who gets nervous before every big match, but the second he sees you proudly cheering for him in the stands; his shoulders relax & he’s able to focus on the game better. somehow, having you there always settles his nerves almost instantly.
boyfriend!oikawa who absolutely melts whenever you praise him. no matter how cocky he acts, one genuine “i’m proud of you, tooru!” from you is enough to leave him grinning like an idiot for the rest of the day.
boyfriend!oikawa who constantly brags about you to iwaizumi. every conversation he has with his best friend somehow always circles back to you. “did i tell you what my girlfriend did yesterday?” “look how cute she looked earlier!” at this point, iwaizumi swears he knows more about you than he ever intended to.
boyfriend!oikawa who loves physical affection in every form possible. hand holding, kisses, back hugs, etc — if he can touch you somehow, best believe he absolutely will. he gets especially clingy after long practices, practically melting into your embrace the second he sees you again.
On the first day of you becoming Aoba Johsai’s manager, you learnt how painful it was to get hit by a volleyball.
Just as you were handing out water bottles to the players who finished their serving practice,
THWACK!
A volleyball flew off course and smacked you square in the face.
The gym fell silent.
The ball bounced away as you stood frozen, the pain hadn’t settled in yet.
"OW?!"
"OH MY GOSH!"
A brown-haired boy sprinted across the court, panic written all over his face.
"I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I swear that wasn't supposed to-"
You rubbed your nose before looking up at him.
"…That hurt!"
There was a brief pause.
His lips twitched.
Then he burst into laughter.
"PFFT- I'm sorry! I swear I am! It's just…"
He pointed at your completely dumbfounded expression.
"Your face! I'm sorry, but your expression right now is so funny!"
"Stop laughing!!"
"I'm trying!" he wheezed.
"I really am- but I can't!"
He said while laughing hysterically.
Just then, a loud smack echoed through the gym.
Iwaizumi had just hit Oikawa on the back of the head.
"APOLOGISE PROPERLY, IDIOT!"
"I AM apologising?!"
"YOU AREN’T!”
Oikawa rubbed the back of his head with a dramatic pout before bowing properly.
"…I'm really sorry."
From that day on, Oikawa discovered your reactions were the funniest thing he'd ever seen while you discovered he was the most annoying person you'd ever met.
The next practice, he decided to test the waters.
As you organised the water bottles, he quietly reached over and slipped your pen off the clipboard.
“Where’s my pen…?” You muttered while looking around.
Oikawa held it up innocently.
“Looking for this?”
You stared at him.
“…Give it back.”
“What if I don’t?”
“I’ll tell Iwaizumi.”
“Iwa-chan would never betray me!”
You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped.
“Pfft…You’re so annoying.”
He handed your pen back with a grin.
That was all Oikawa needed to know. You didn’t mind it.
So, the teasing continued.
He’d flick your forehead whenever he walked past, steal your pens just to hand them back a minute later, call your name only to smile when you looked over.
Every time, you’d complain but there’d be the hint of a smile on your face.
Eventually, you started teasing him back.
His towel would mysteriously disappear before practice, you’d poke fun at him whenever he stopped to fix his hair, and if he missed a serve you’d tease him.
“WOAH! WHAT A GREAT SERVE!”
Oikawa would gasp in mock offense every single time.
Before long, it turned into an unspoken competition. Every practice came with some new way for both Oikawa and you to get on each other’s nerves
.
One day after you finished locking up the gym,
“Boo!”
You jumped.
“OIKAWA!”
He burst out laughing.
“You should’ve seen your face!”
Without hesitation, you smacked his arm.
“IDIOT!!”
Still laughing, he fell into step beside you.
The walk home was filled with the same teasing as always.
Before either of you realised it, teasing each other had become the highlight of your day.
Somewhere between after school practices, shared walks home and countless teasing matches, you two became really good friends.
Towards the end of the first year, the jealousy came.
The school's infamous playboy had stopped by your desk with his usual charming smile.
"Hey, L/N."
You looked up.
I've been meaning to ask… Are you free this weekend?"
From across the classroom, Oikawa glanced over.
"Why’s he talking to Y/N..?"
Without another thought, Oikawa got to his feet and wandered over.
He greeted the other boy with a polite smile.
"Sorry, can I borrow her for a second?"
The boy shrugged.
"Sure."
Oikawa turned to you.
"Coach wanted the managers to help sort the equipment after school, remember?"
"Oh! You’re right. Thanks for reminding me!"
By the time you looked back, the boy had already walked away.
"… I guess he left."
Oikawa watched him disappear into the hallway.
"I was just making sure she doesn’t get tricked?!"
Iwaizumi sighed.
"Sure, Shittykawa…"
The teasing from the team only got worse after that.
"Oikawa likes L/N."
"I do not?!"
"You absolutely do."
"I absolutely don't."
Fed up, Oikawa folded his arms.
"Fine! I'll stop annoying her!"
Hanamaki raised an eyebrow.
"Pfft. Good luck."
That lasted until you walked past him.
Without thinking, he flicked your forehead.
"…Ow?!"
Oikawa blinked, realising what he had just done.
"Oh…I wasn't supposed to do that."
Hanamaki laughed and looked over to Iwaizumi.
"See? Told ya."
Meanwhile, Iwaizumi had developed a new problem.
Somehow, every conversation became about you.
"Y/N smiled today."
"She laughed at my joke."
"She said my serve looked good!"
Iwaizumi sighed.
"I thought you were just annoying her."
"I am!"
Hanamaki and Matsukawa burst into laughter.
"You're exhausting…" Iwaizumi muttered.
Second year arrived before any of you realized it.
The teasing still stayed but somehow… it changed?
You didn't notice it at first, neither did Oikawa.
He still steals your items, flicks your forehead, and calls you annoying whenever you beat him racing to the gym.
But now…
Without saying anything, he'd brush a stray leaf out of your hair, somehow remember every exam you had, and appear beside you to carry the heavier equipment before you could even reach for it.
Even his teasing became more romantic. Whenever someone pointed it out, he would get overly defensive.
One morning, he casually handed you your favorite grape drink.
"I accidentally bought two."
You looked at him.
"…You hate grapes."
"…People change."
Iwaizumi nearly choked on his water.
"You bought that because L/N likes it."
"I did not."
"You literally don't even like grapes."
"I felt adventurous."
"You've never been adventurous with food."
"…I'm expanding my horizons."
You laughed.
"Pfft. I appreciate the sacrifice."
Oikawa looked strangely pleased by that.
The rest of second year passed much the same. The teasing never stopped, but neither did the little things.
Oikawa still claimed he was "just annoying you," but by then, everyone else could see there was more to it.
Third year had only just begun when you sent a text to the Aoba Johsai Volleyball group chat saying you had a fever.
Oikawa stared at the message a second longer before slipping his phone back into his pocket, his smile faltering.
Practice felt off.
It was quieter than usual. Only the sounds of volleyballs being slammed and shoes squeaking against the floor could be heard.
Usually, Oikawa would have been making a fuss about how you were showing favouritism by not handing him a towel first or teasing you about something by now but he was quieter than usual.
Sure, he still wore his usual bright smile and captained the team like always, offering advice and encouragement whenever someone needed it.
But Iwaizumi could tell something was off.
Oikawa told himself it was only because there wasn't anyone around to tease today.
Definitely not because you weren't there.
During a water break, he wandered over to Iwaizumi.
"Iwa-chan~ Didya know Y/N-chan said she has a fever?"
Iwaizumi took a sip of his water.
"Yeah. She said it in the group chat.”
"I hope she's actually resting."
"She probably is."
"I reminded her in the group chat to take her medicine."
"…I saw."
"And to drink more water."
"Mhm…"
"And not to worry about practice."
"I know."
Hanamaki wandered over, towel slung over his shoulder.
"You've been talking about L/N all practice."
Oikawa blinked.
"…Have I?"
"You mentioned her before warm-ups, during serves and just now."
"Geez! Can’t a captain show concern for his team manager?! I was just worried!"
Matsukawa walked over after hearing the commotion.
"You also remembered she has a chemistry test next week." He said, chiming in.
“So what?!”
Matsukawa pointed at the unopened drink beside Oikawa.
"You even bought her favorite drink again. What about us? Why don't you ever buy us drinks?"
Oikawa immediately snatched it and took a large gulp.
"T-That's because I like it too! She just keeps stealing it from me!"
Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow.
"You've hated grape since middle school."
"Can’t a man change his taste?!"
"And somehow you always know when she skips lunch."
Oikawa pouted and frowned.
"…What exactly are you guys trying to say?"
The three of them exchanged a look.
Iwaizumi folded his arms.
"Shittykawa, you've spent this entire water break talking about L/N."
"…I have?"
Hanamaki nodded.
"You've talked more about her than volleyball today."
A long silence followed.
For the first time in years, Oikawa actually thought about it.
The volleyball, the stealing of pens, walking you home, the grape drink, waiting outside your classroom and remembering every little thing mentioned you with embarrassing detail.
None of it had ever felt unusual until now.
"It's pretty obvious you like her."
Iwaizumi said while letting out a sigh.
"…Oh."
Oikawa froze, his eyes slowly widening.
"I like…Y/N."
The gym fell silent.
"Took you long enough." Matsukawa smiled.
"We've known since second year." Hanamaki laughed.
"You just realized?!" Iwaizumi deadpanned.
Oikawa stared blankly at the floor, his face burning red.
"…I-I need to leave."
"Practice isn't over, Shittykawa."
"I know!"
"Coach is gonna kill you."
"Tell him something came up!"
Before anyone could stop him, Oikawa turned on his heel and hurried out of the gym.
The doors slammed shut behind him.
Iwaizumi sighed.
"About time he realised…"
The next few days were… strange?
The moment Oikawa saw you in the hallway, he would turn around and sprint away.
If you waved, he would pretend he didn't see you.
If you entered the gym, he would make sure you two were at opposite ends of the court at all times.
The forehead flicks, sarcastic comments and constant teasing were all gone along with the boy who somehow always found a reason to stand beside you.
You frowned as you watched him do a total 180 when he realised where you were standing.
"Um…Did I do something wrong?"
"You didn't."
Iwaizumi answered, not looking up from tying his shoes.
"Then why is he acting like this?"
"Shittykawa’s just being an idiot."
A week later, Coach called Oikawa back to discuss captain duties after practice while everyone else went home.
You stayed behind to finish putting away equipment before locking up.
By the time you left, the sun was beginning to set.
A familiar figure walked a short distance ahead.
"Oikawa!"
His shoulders stiffened as he kept walking.
You frowned.
"OIKAWA!"
He started walking faster.
"…Seriously?"
You hurried after him until you stepped in front of him, forcing him to stop.
He immediately looked anywhere but at you.
“Oh! Hi…”
“Hi?!”
Oikawa gulped after realising he couldn’t get out of this conversation.
"You've been avoiding me."
"WHAT! I haven't…. What are you talking about…?”
He said unconvincingly, eyes darting everywhere.
"You literally have??”
"I've just been… um… busy."
"You literally walked away from me yesterday AND ignored me when I waved."
"…Coincidence."
“Coincidence my ass!”
You sighed.
"Did I do something wrong? Just tell me."
His head snapped up immediately.
"WHAT?! NO!!"
"Then why won't you even look at me?"
A long pause followed.
"…Because I can't."
"Huh?"
He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks turning pink.
"It’s just…! I realised something and now every time I look at you…”
He groaned, dragging both hands over his face.
"This is so embarrassing…!!"
"Oikawa, what are you talking about?"
"I had this whole speech planned."
"A speech??"
"Yeah, I even practiced it! It sounded a lot cooler in my head but now…”
Despite yourself, you laughed.
“Well?”
“Don’t rush me!”
He took a deep breath.
“…I can’t do this.”
He turned as if he was about to walk away.
“Oikawa!”
He stopped in his tracks.
“…I only realised it last week.”
“Realised what??” You frowned.
He squeezed his eyes shut.
“That… I like you.”
Silence.
“I didn’t know before, okay?! Then everyone pointed it out, and now I can’t stop thinking about it!”
He buried his face in his hands.
“I’ve been trying to avoid you because every time I see you, I remember I like you and then I panic!”
“You really are an idiot, Shittykawa… You could’ve just told me that from the start!”
Oikawa slowly looked up, realising what you just said.
Years later, you sat in the stands waiting for Oikawa to finish practice in Argentina.
The moment Oikawa spotted you, his face lit up.
He waved so enthusiastically that one of his teammates laughed and teased him.
The second practice ended, he jogged over.
"How long have you been here?"
"Mmm… I think I arrived around ten minutes ago."
"Missed me?"
You looked at him for a moment before smiling.
"You know…"
"Hm?”
"You’re still as annoying as you were in Aoba Johsai."
Oikawa grinned and laced his fingers with yours.
"And yet you married me anyway."
You rolled your eyes.
"I guess I got used to you."
Oikawa couldn’t help but laugh.
Some things had changed.
You graduated, got married and even moved across the world together.
But one thing never changed: the fact that Oikawa Tooru was still just as annoying.
