Hopefully uni isn’t making your life too hard and i hope that your exams went well 😙
yes yes i will join everyone who is pleading for more sister fucker… but on a side note i really love all the work you’ve put out on this blog and on @/bitchimasnake-sss i dont know how you came out with those ideas (ultra side note as i am currently writing this France just lost the semi final against spain so maybe a hugo fic or a bunny fic with this scenario…😛😛✌️?)
ill stop imposing for now but i really do hope everything is going well with you 😙
GBYEE
HELLO OMG IM SORRY! I WENT ON VACATION AND DIDNT HAVE TIME TO CHECK TUMBLR AT ALL!!! IM SO SORRY 😭😭
MY EXAM WENT GOOD GUYS AND I AM ACTUALLY GONNA GO WEITE SOMETHING DIABOLICAL RN I PROMISEEEE!! BUT HOW ARE YOU BOO?
— an invincible fanfic // mark grayson is on thin fucking ice.
synopsis: dating a superhero wasn't easy, especially when they got on their knees and begged so well.
wc: 4.1k
cw: NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL. SLIGHT ANGST AND SM*T. MDNI. NSFW CONTENT AHEAD.
includes: kinda pathetic mark?? like mark is a BEGGER and a YEARNER and y'all argue. cannon-compliant relationship problems. dirty talk. f*ngering. or*l (f receiving). cunn*lingus. multiple org*sms (f receiving). overst*mulation. marathon s*x. squ*rting. piv. cre*mpie. tell me if i missed any :p
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you first broke up with mark grayson after 2 months and 17 days of being together. you got together with him a month later, when he confessed his identity to you and begged you to take him back. you broke up with him again 6 months and 15 days later... well, err, no. you were about to break up with him but that day never came. you couldn't. not when mark grayson was so good at making up.
now, you had been dating for two years, 7 months and 2 days.
you knew dating a superhero wasn't easy. i mean, sure, him blowing you off to save the world stung but it was bearable. him having this huge secret that you had to protect with your life weighed on you but again, bearable. what wasn't bearable were the constant injuries - mark turning up with a black eye. or two. with bruised cheeks. with long gashes alongside his sides. with broken arms or legs. and all this was on an easy day. what wasn't bearable was the constant threat of losing him. to anything and everything around you.
he was invincible. you weren't. it weighed on you.
and god, it was getting repetitive. the fights. the justified helpness of his pretty eyes. the welling of tears in your blood-shot ones. your yells, pleas. the following, constant, jagged silence from him as he chose his duty over you. again and again and again. the sound of wind whooshing as he flew out of your window when he was confronted by the problems in your relationship. it was becoming a habit. a sick, twisted reality for you and the superhero.
you should leave each other, you pysche begged you as he brushed his teeth standing behind you in the early mornings, pressing his lean, muscular body to your back. you don't work together at all, it mused again when you poured him a cup of coffee. it's just gonna end in a heartbreak, you knew as you kissed his cheeks goodbye as told you he'd be home soon.
but you two were so good together. god.
you laughed at his jokes, hand in hand when out for a walk on the off-chance when he wasn't called on his superhero duties. you smiled up at him and ruffled his hair on cafe dates. you posed with him, all matching and shit, and kissed him stupid in one of the many photobooths you went to. he would get you pizza from italy and matcha from japan. he would give you his classic million-dollar smile and ask if you could forgive him. and you did. always did. only to come back to a shitty reality.
you knew it was doomed. you should have stopped. but you didn't... you couldn't. you loved him! you loved him! you loved him... especially when he always knew how to make it up.
you could still remember the first time he fucked up, before you knew even knew his identity.
you held your head in your palms after your very first big fight. you thought it was fucking over and fairly so. you had had it. you were done. he was so absent, and so full of shit. you and mark were just not going to work out and that was fine. that was fine. that was fin-
triiiiiing!
when you opened your gate, mike stood there.
"i'm sorry," he piped up, a whole cheesecake in his hands. giving you one of his classic mark smile, he asked. "please forgive me?"
and you did. but not before you mumbled about how he wasn't allowed to cancel on you again.
he promised you he wouldn't. he then cancelled on you atleast seventeen times. then, you broke up with him. and then, he won you back again.
after that, fight after fight, mark would find a way to make it upto you. extravagant trips, food, anything! but then, it got too much. you didn't want pizza from italy or matcha from japan or tteokbokki from korea. you wanted your boyfriend. and he was rarely there. "anything" for his baby started failing when he did everything and anything except reassuring you that he'd leave this superhero life behind and just live normally with you.
and so, it changed. it went from trips and food to begging. excessive begging. mark would tear up at the thought of losing you, at the thought of ever being parted. he couldn't lose you. not after all that he had lost. and you couldn't possibly put him through that pain. that ache of loss. so, you stayed.
and that's all you did. stay. any romance between you two had gradually fizzled out. a kiss on your cheek before he left wasn't affection, it was habit. you making enough coffee for two cups wasn't care, it was habit. you automatically leaving his dinner in the fridge to be treated when he got back wasn't love. again, just a habit.
and now, at one in the morning, two years seven months and three days later, you lay awake on the bed of your shared apartment.
the window was cracked open, allowing for a safe and seamless entry for whenever mark reappeared. you probably should have slept. but you couldn't. not with the dull ache in your heart.
an hour later, the sound of the clock going tick-tock was a source of comfort rather than annoyance. your chest rose and fell in steady breaths. your eyes stared at the wall in front of you. and then...
whoosh!
the curtain fluttered as your half-viltrumite boyfriend flew in through the open window. he took off his mask, barely even glanced at you as he immediately asked, "you're awake, babe?"
"yeah." you mumbled from your position, barely lifting your head to greet him.
"oh. shit, sorry. were you waiting up on me? sorry. there was this crazy interdimensional stingray and..." at your lack of response, he sheepishly said, "sorry."
"mark." your voice was feeble, barely audible to yourself. but you knew the viltrumite had super hearing, he could probably pick up on it.
if he heard you, he didn't react. instead, he quickly took off the rest of his suit, "uh, i'll take a quick shower and come. you should sleep, babe."
"mark." you said again, louder.
that made him pause.
"yes?"
you sat up, weary and lagged, "we... we need to talk."
he blinked at you before nodding, "yeah. sure. what is it?"
"this..." you took a deep breath, pinching your forehead, "this is not working."
mark's eyebrows furrowed. his eyes softened. he stepped forward, "what?"
"this isn't working." you repeated.
"no. i mean- i heard you." his words escaped him quickly, "i did."
"you know this isn't working-" you tried to reason.
he didn't even let you finish before he had practically teleported to your side, so close to you, with his face mere inches away from yours and his hands clamoring to stroke your cheek. "babe. i know... i know it is shitty and i work unreasonably long and- and listen, i'll talk to cecil. i'll take some time off—"
"no." you turned your head away from the warmth of his hand. "that's not it."
you felt his fingers twitch against your skin, "no...?"
you met his eyes again and swallowed, "this just isn't it, mark. we're done."
you expected some kind of rambling apology, some fake promise of a far off future when he retires and has all the time in the world for you, or some sort of compensation. but nothing came. nothing but radio silence.
mark grayson simply opened his mouth and closed it shut, again and again, like a fish out of water.
finally, he sighed, "you- you always say this. every once in a while."
you blinked at his words. fury rose to your throat, "yeah? because it's the fucking truth—"
he cut you off, putting his palm on your cheek again. it was soft. it grounded you. it infuriated you. "have i not been a good boyfriend? i mean... fuck, i mean... i try to do everything right. i make up when i fuck up and i always apologize—"
you shrugged his touch away, "and that's not enough. there's no point in those extravagant gestures when you're never fucking here." your voice quietened, packed with a punch, "you're never here."
"i'm here right now."
you inhaled sharply at his words. "at almost 1.30 at night? when i waited the entire night for you to show up? you don't get it mark. you can either be invincible or be mark grayson. you cannot be both."
he blinked at your words, "i- i'm sorry."
his apology hung low in the air alongside the thick silence. he didn't say anything, and neither did you. you couldn't forgive him again, not at the expense of your own ruination.
"it's just... over." you swallowed, looking away from him, "maybe... maybe you should just-" you stopped yourself, wincing, "maybe you should not be with a civilian like me. i clearly don't understand your work and—"
mark kissed you.
at first, you didn't react. didn't kiss him back. instead of backing down, he just increased his fervor, kissing you till he felt like his superhero lungs were on the verge of collapse.
when he pulled away for air, you simply asked, "what... are you doing?"
"making up." he pleaded, "for my mistakes."
"mark..." you watched as he clamored to get his upper half of the suit off. you reached forward and touched his bicep, trying to halt halting him. but he took your palm in his, throwing off his suit somewhere on the floor of your shared apartment. his voice weighed as heavy as the ache in his eyes, "please. let me."
and you wanted to protest, wanted to tell him that sex wouldn't solve any of your problems but your tongue weighed heavy in your mouth. it had been so long since you both... touched. did anything other than kisses or quickies because mark had to run.
"please." his eyes refused to leave yours as he pressed a kiss to the back of your palm. it was chaste but something molten stirred in your core.
"okay." you nodded once, and that's all mark needed.
he kissed you immediately. his hands were on you in a second, one of them cupping your cheek while the other palmed your chest through your sleepshirt. he pushed you backwards until your back was against the headboard, until he had somehow nudged his lower half in between your thighs.
you were sandwiched between the hard wall and him.
"fuck..." you groaned into his mouth, "i missed this."
he nodded, eager, already pawing at your tshirt and ripping it off.
"mark!" you yelped at the rip of the fabric, but he didn't care. his lips latched onto your breasts, his tongue permeating the fabric with lecherous wads of saliva whilst his hips driveled against your clothed cunt.
whatever arguments you had died on the tip of your tongue. this was too much. he was too much. mark was always good at sex, thanks to the viltrumite stamina but when he was needy like this? when he had something to prove... oh god, it was hard to believe you would make out of it alive.
your clothes were ripped off of you. actually. your bra, then your shorts and panties, with not even as much as a decent apology, just the promises of "i'll buy you more." as he threw around the tattered fabric.
his lips circled your nipple, his knee grinding carefully against the heat o your apex. you arched your back and gasped into the air. he grinned against your skin and drank you in feverishly.
"fuck... c'mere." you pulled him up, kissing him again, all while his knee built up that gutting pressure against your core. it was delicious. it was delirious.
kissing down the edge of your lips, and then your jaw and then your neck, he quickly replaced his knee with his fingers. god. his fingers. long, agile digits that knew where exactly to pet. to curl. to work. it was as if you were his personal favourite experiment and he knew exactly where to push and prod to get the most favourable outcome.
he pet your gooey spot, stroking the g-spot so tenderly that it had your thighs tremble and eyes roll back in bliss. he was methodical. in and out. in and out. in and out- and oh fuck, he ramped up the tempo. his fingers delved in and out of you like a machine - precise, deep and fast - until his fingers were all but a crazy blur slick with your juices. his lips still worked against your pulsepoints, sucking in bruises that made your head spin.
"fuck, fuuuck-" you cried into the heady air, head thrown back and shaking as you felt your core tighten. your orgasm built and built until it tore through you, hot and shaking.
mark came to kiss away your cries of pleasure, to drink them in as his fingers did not halt, just momentarily slow down.
"fuck," he groaned, heavy against your lips, "you're squeezing the fuck out of me, babe."
"s-sorry."
"no." he kissed you to shut you up, "don't fuckin' apologize. feels so good. feels like heaven." he panted like he was the one who just came, and then sped up his fingers again.
"mark, no." you winced, already trying to shimmy your hips away at the overstimulation of his doughy fingertips teasing your sensitive pussy again. he groaned at the thought of you escaping, "don't run from me."
"'senough..." you argued, thick-tongued and hazy, "i'm- it's enough."
"no." he kissed you again, and then, without missing a beat, lowered himself down your body. you felt his hot, open-mouthed kisses everywhere on your simmering skin as he went down - from your collarbone to the valley of your breasts and your belly, to your hip and inner thigh. his fingers didn't stop in the slightest, and now his sinful mouth had joined in the mix.
his tongue traced delicious patterns onto your clit, teasing and probing the nub until you were forcing his head deeper in and squirming your hips farther away.
the tremor in your thighs picked up pace, and before you could run, or even think of it, mark had his arms looped steadfast around your legs. he pinned you down, rendering you useless completely and utterly.
you pawed at his head, "mark— shit... too much— seriously!"
"no, no, no." he cried against your gushing pussy, kissing it intimately, "please don't run. i have to make up for this..."
you're sure your boyfriend was rambling on in the background, something about how sweet you were and how lovely you tasted but you couldn't hear any of it, not over the dull roar of blood in your eardrums. as your second orgasm washed over you, you felt your vision blank. your back arched, nails ripped into his shoulders and eyes rolled back. for a moment, all that existed was you and mark and the sexual limbo he had subjected you to.
you're not sure how long it took — seconds, or perhaps minutes — but when you caught your breath and felt your vision return to your body, you blinked back dark spots just to find mark still attached to your core.
"mark." your throat was choked, eyes heavy with unshed tears. "no more."
he looked up at you, eyes wrecked with lust and devotion. "one more. i wanna feel you cum again. on my fingers. on my face."
if his tongue wasn't enough to give you a blood rush, his words certainly were.
you shied under his intense gaze, "you don't have to— jus-just fuck me now. im ready."
mark blinked at you, as in disbelief. "and miss the feeling of my girl squirting all over me?"
your cheeks heated impossibly higher. you demanded through the embarassment, "but I want you inside."
"i know." mark gave you a smile, still unyielding in his pumps inside your cushiony pussy. "don't worry, I'll make you squirt on my dick too."
any chance of a protest were long dismissed as mark grayson dived into your core again, drinking the erotic liquid pooling from your honeyed sex.
with how overestimated you were, and how well his fingers and mouth worked in tandem, it took only a few minutes till your vision was going splotchy and head was feeling lightheaded.
an unreal pressure built up in your lower belly, then kind that had you gasping chants of your boyfriend's name in the hopes of ruination, or salvation, or both.
"fuck, fuck, fuck—" you panted, in heat and spiraling, "it's... fuck I think I'm going to..."
"yeah?" mark groaned, using his other hand to quickly swipe against your swollen clit. the strikes of his doughy fingertips only teased the burning geyser in your core and before you knew it, you felt your body shake with need and release. a jet of liquid splashed against marks face and like an indecent man, maddened with lust, he hung open his jaw and drank all of it.
you writhed against him, shaking and trembling and gasping in pleasure, and the man still had the audacity to come place kitten licks to your quivering sex.
when, ever-so-slightly, your sanity returned to you, you opened your eyes to find mark grayson cleaning up the mess between the juncture of your thighs with the softest strokes.
you pet his hair, which was now sweaty and sticking to his handsome face.
"too much?" he asked, nuzzling his face against your perspired skin. his face was still practically dripping with your essence.
managing a weak smile, you shrugged, "eh, I've had a viltrumite boyfriend for so long. I'm used to it."
he kissed up your body again, leaving the obscene trail of your juices on your body with every kiss.
when he finally made his way to your face, you wiped off his lips with your palm. he smiled against your skin, "are we good?"
you paused at that. were you? the sex was good but... was it enough?
you looked away to the side. mark gently pulled your face back to him.
"tell me if we aren't." one of his arms hooked your legs over his hips, quickly shuffling to his stifling cock to line against your entrance.
you swallowed, "i don't know." you paused again, feeling his oozing mushroom tip kiss your entrance in such a wicked game of teasing. "i just don't even know if you love me anymore."
that seemed to do it. he blinked at you, confused.
"what?" his expression was hard to decipher, even as someone who was very transparent. "how- how can you say that?"
"i..." you inhaled, sharp, "sorry. it just feels like it..."
he rested his forehead against you, "don't ever fucking say that. don't ever." there was a strain to his words, the kind that was followed by the sheathing of his cock right inside you.
you gasped, "mark!"
but it was done. as someone who loved missions, mark grayson had already found his next. he pushed your thighs to your chest, folding you in as he bludgeoned his cock into you.
"don't fucking say that." he grunted, his pupils blown with lust and resolve. every snap back of his cock was lined with a promise. "i love you."
"i—" words came hard to you. your core was already tight and burning. you were so close.
"i love you." he said it again, like clockwork. like saying it again and again made it any more true. "you don't get to fucking question that. please."
his cock was not in the slightest jilted by the rambunctious nature of his words. he dived his leaky tip to the deepest of your core, stretching you out on himself as if it were habit. his muscled erection massaged your walls.
"mark. fuck. again—nggh!" your sanity had somehow reduced itself to only one word — his name.
he nodded, feverish, bringing one of his hands to swipe at your swollen clit again. it throbbed under him, raw and overstimulated. despite his actions, his words didn't falter. "i love you. i am gonna— fuck, fix this. hah. fix it. all of it. i love you."
with each drag of his cock back into your perfect cunt, he babbled on like a madman. you, on the other hand, were struggling to retain your sanity, much less listen to his pleas.
"fuck— oh my god—" your breathy voice was enough of an indicator of what was to come. mark momentarily stilled inside of you, quickly swiping his fingers against your drenched cunt.
your back bowed, eyes clenched shut and jaw hung open as another stream of squirt hit the man's lower abs, travelling down in rivers of sin.
the juncture of your thighs were a mess of fluids — his, yours, his, and yours. the mixture did nothing but egg him on to increase his pace, to use the fluid as lube to fuck you senseless.
recovering from your fourth consecutive orgasm, you barely registered the tightening of his jaw and his irongrip on your body. he panted, "fuck— hah. god, can I cum inside? please—ngh baby?"
you nodded, not trusting your voice to be capable of much after such violent screams of pleasure.
at your go, mark grayson increased his pace to an unfaltering degree. he was inhumane — fucking you at a speed that almost coaxed another orgasm out of your spent body. your entire body jiggled at the force of his thrusts.
and then, with a few more, he spilled inside you with a unrestrained cry, "oh— holy shit."
mark collapsed on top of you, weighing his muscular body against yours as he took deep breaths. there was a mess in between the juncture of your thighs, and there he was — still buried.
instinctively, your hand flew to his hair again. you pet it, soft and smooth.
"fuck." he groaned into your perspired skin. "that was good." mark looked up, eyes big and doubtful, "yeah?"
you managed a nod, "it was."
he smiled, "are you okay?"
you sighed, still playing with his hair, "i don't think i can walk tomorrow."
mark laughed at that, airy and unserious. "I'll fly you wherever you want."
you rolled your eyes at that. you were in a post-fuck haze, not stupid.
"as if. cecil's gonna be ringing you up any minute now."
"no." mark picked himself up to press a kiss to your lips. a quick peck. "I'll take tomorrow off."
"i thought you said a superhero never takes a day off?" and though there was a teasing lilt to your voice, the two of you knew just how deeply the question flowed.
it wasn't a joke, it was a clever way to corner him, get him to admit the truth that he believed in.
"well, i can either be mark grayson or invincible, right? i choose to be mark grayson tomorrow." he flashed you a sincere smile.
you blinked, "seriously?"
mark nodded. "seriously."
you grinned, "i love you."
"i love you more." he pressed another kiss to your lips, this one a lot longer.
when you both parted, mark smiled against your lips. "i know i fucked up. I'd be better."
you smiled too, "thanks."
mark carefully removed himself from you. he then cleaned you up, offering you one of his tshirts to sleep in. you're not sure how quickly you fell asleep, but you fell asleep against his chest, listening to the rise and fall of his chest.
next morning, when you woke up, you reached out for your boyfriend but his side of the bed was empty.
groggy and sore, you blinked the sleep out of your eyes and sighed. cecil probably called. he probably needed to go save the world from an alien species for the fiftieth time this month.
well, it was fine. whatever. it was mark. why were you even expecting anything different? he was a smooth talker. and god, the sex was amazing but when had he ever kept his promises—
"i made french toast!" he announced proudly as he walked into your bedroom, a tray table in his arms.
you blinked, "you're... here?"
"uh, yes?" he looked at you, confused, "today, im mark grayson, remember?"
you blinked from him to the tray in his hands. "right... i just thought you left—"
"cecil called thrice." mark admitted honestly, "but I told him if my girlfriend breaks up with me, I'll probably go berserk and end the planet. and the GDA wouldn't want that." he added, sheepish, "probably."
"wow." you sat up, half impressed and half terrified. "that's a lot of responsibility on my shoulders. stopping invincible from ending the planet."
"it got cecil off my ass for today." he leaned in to kiss you.
you looped your arms around his neck and kissed him back.
maybe the relationship was doomed. but the sex was bomb. and so was his french toast.
a.n: GUESS WHO GOT INTO THE INVINCIBLE FANDOM AND ALSO raise your hand if you want me to do a part two with much more angst. originally, reader was gonna leave mark's sorry ass but then i felt like being nice. hope you enjoyed the filth.
(TO ANYONE WHO'S WAITING ON MEDDLE ABOUT, I'M WORKING ON IT.)
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hello!! im working on my masterlist, and while attempting to decorate it, i realized it reminded me of something. turns out i was thinking of yours, i took inspo unknowingly 😭 i wanna know if me taking inspo from it would bother you? i just started it so i have no issue formatting/decorating it in a different way. btw, i mostly mean using a picture as a banner and a quote from the show before the list of characters, as you do. let me know how you feel about it :)
omg no it's completelt fine lol!! i haven't reinvented the wheel or something haha it's a very common style!! it's very sweet of you to ask in advance tho :)) dw!! have fun decorating!
LMAO ITS MOT JIST ONE ANON BC I HAD MESSAGED MONTHS BEFORE AND RECENTLY BUT THESE ARENT ALL MY ASKS😭😭 PROOF THAT MANY STAND WITJ ME 🔥🔥🔥 GIVE TJEM TJEIR HAPPY ENDING 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
HAVE YALL UNIONIZED AGAINST ME THEN??? LIKE WHATS WITH YHE INFLUX IN ASKS FOR THE SERIES 🙏😭😭 DID YOU ACCIDENTALLY KICKSTART A CAMPAIGN 😭
i miss you too girl, im waiting for the day my uni lets me BREATHE so that I can write. But MEDDLE ABOUT PART THREE THIS COMING NEXT WEEKEND I PROMISE ON MY SOUL (figuratively speaking) 😔🙏
i just gotta know what happened when oikawa came over.... did he tie up kageyama? did he fuck both of them? did there tips touch??? these questions need answers!! thank you for the brainworm that fic was too good
their tips definitely touched. in my head OIKAWA X KAGS IS LIKE OIKAWA IS A BRATTY BOTTOM (WHO DIDNT KNOW HE WAS A BOTTOM????) AND KAGS IS LIKE A SERVICE, STOIC TOP??? LIKE KAGS IS LIKE OOOH YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT STROKE GAME, LET ME GIVE YOU A PHYSICAL DEMO ABD THEN THE READER GIGGLES ANS KICKS HER FEET AND WE ALL SMILE AND GOON. BUT THEN AGAIN THE IDEA OF OIKAWA X KAGS BUT KAGS IS A FLUSTERED BOTTOM AND OIKAWA IS THE COCKY TOP THAT FUCKS EVERYONE??? ALSO DELISH. IN THAT SCENARIO TOO, READER SITS AND GIGGLES AND PROBABLY MAKES A VIDEO. WHO KNOWS MAYBE ITS THROUPLE TIME 💋😋
oikawa x kageyama requests?? how about oikawa fucking kageyamas sister to fuck with him but he ends up catching feelings or something something idk i've never had an original thought in my life lol
the way u write genuinely has me mesmerised omg u need to be eaten out for your contributions to this app
GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEEEEEET TEEHEE THANKYOU 😋 always happy to be of service and ON GOD, the way the last week has been going i need to be pinned down, restrained and ate for ATLEAST AN HOJR MINIMUM!!! POSSIBLY TWO!!! BUT LISTENNN you are so sweet and so kind with your message that i genuinely need to give you a big fat kiss and a fat wad of cash 💋
(also for anyone that cares, I KNOW I SAID I'LL UPDATE MEDDLE ABOUT LAST WEEKEND BUT I WANT YOU TO KNOW UNI KICKED MY ASS SO HARD I CONTEMPLATED DROWNING IN A RIVER. THE ONLY THOUGHT THAT GETS ME GOING IS THE THOUGHT OF HOPEFULLY LEAVING THIS FUCKASS UNI ONE DAY. ONE DAY. GOD PLEASE NEVER GIVE PEOPLE THE TYPE OF PROFESSOR I HAVE, THEH WILL LITERALLY LEECH OFF YOUR SOUL. ONCE UNI STOPS KICKING MY ASS I WILL COME BACK AND MY RETURN WILL BE GLORIOUS AND BY THAT I MEAN I PROMISE IM GONNA GIVE YOU ANGST AND SMUT)
holy fuck the ex oikawa bf kageyama fic was exactly what i've been needing :')... i swear at some points my eyes watered it was so fucking good! thank you for feeding us !!! pssssst any chance we're gonna get a part two? not to be greedy... just askin lol
ahhhh a part two? probably not BUTTT oikawa x kageyama has such a good toxic dynamic that id definitely be up to write for the duo together again. if you have any requests, please send them in! thankyou for reading :))
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 :(
lowk sub kags if you squint.
i think i love you person who sent this request.
☆ relationsh*t!
— 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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just wanna say that i keep coming back to your account in my free time bc the fics are amazing !! (don't outright follow because i wouldn't resist reading everything once you publish it and i wouldn't focus on my life responsabilities... skill issue but yeah)
i just read "rot" and it reminded me of a yuji fic you wrote i think in your past acc, the one about teaching lessons, which is one of my fave fics in the whole platform hehe
i wonder how you felt when modulo yuji's design came out because i still haven't recovered... but yeah, that old fic was one of the reasons i got into yuji some time ago, i loved sukuna's relationship with reader, and both the smut and the angst. anyway, rot was a huge throwback 4 me but a really welcome one, both were amazing 😌
I METAMORPHOSIZED(?? new word) INTO THE SONIC GIF WHEN I SAW MODULO YUUJI GIRL. THE HAIR? DELISHHHH. THE FACECARD? IMMACULATE. THE AURA???? INFINTE. EVERYONE WHO FAILED TO SEE YUUJI'S POTENTIAL SUDDENLY BECAME A YUUJI DICKRIDER OVERNIGHT BUT NOT US 🙅🏻♀️ WE'VE BEEN HERE SINCE DAY ONE👆🏻 WE LOVE THAT MAN IN THIS HOUSEHOLD MY STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE BEEFY HUNKY BIMBO I LOVE HIM. ON GOD I DOOO.
and ily teehee GIRL you're so sweet!!! thankyou so much for your kind words. genuinely, it blows my mind every time people think my writing is cool because in my head, all i do is write smut late at night and post ASS at ASS timings and i SUCK at finishing series off. so, thankyou!! your message made me smile like crazyy :))
