it’s oikawa’s birthday, and i personally think he deserves a nice sopping wet pussy dripping all over his face that he can use at his disposal. two tits that he can toy with at any time of day that he chooses. an ass that he can slap if he feels that i am simply not being the obedient girl that i should be. a body that he can destroy, someone to rail his cock into for the entire day. happy birthday oikawa, please use me :)
IM SORRY IVE BEEN DEAD FOR SO LONG </3 i’ve barely on this app even just to read fic, i’ve been SO busy. but i’m graduating in about a week and a half so expect a lot of content coming up after that ;)) i miss writing so much but i’m just so burnt out from everything else in my life 😫i still need to finish making my carrd and a few edits too pfffffft
this is so random, but oikawa is definitely the type of person to pass by you the morning after you guys had ROUGH sex and point at one of your hickeys and go “omg y/n who did that to you!!!?”
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tooru, tooru who saves the sweetest terms of endearment just for you, tooru who coats his voice in honey and laces his words with sugar when speaking to you, tooru who rarely raises his voice with you, tooru who chokes back tears when you’re fighting with him, tooru who whines when you deprive him of your warmth, tooru who tugs a strand of your hair to get your attention, tooru who laughs louder with you at 3am than he does with any of his friends, tooru who continuously makes a fool out of himself to impress you, tooru who ignores the stares of strangers when he kisses you passionately in public, tooru who is gentle with your body when making love, tooru who holds back all mercy when fucking you, tooru who is gentleman during every single date, tooru who puts an equal amount effort into your relationship as he does with volleyball, tooru who mindlessly grazes his fingertips over your skin whenever he is sat next to you, tooru who harmlessly makes fun of you, tooru who can’t hold back a smirk when he successfully flusters you, tooru who has never fell this deeply in love in this life, tooru.
i’d like to announce that i’ve been READING so much smut lately, but i haven’t had any motivation to write it?? i think im hitting the burnt out phase of my senior year. but i promise the summer will have many new works to come!! that’s usually when i get back in the groove ~
i feel like it’s been a minute since i wrote some smut.... it’s only been since like april 5th but still:/ anyway,,, want ‘kawa’s head in between my thighs
prompt: tainted hues: “if you loved them, why did you break their heart?”
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oikawa x fem!reader
warnings: heavy angst, poor mental health, depression, heartbreak, small panic attack, alcoholism.
a/n: why am i so sad after writing this,, i think this is my first time writing angst with no fluff T^T
somewhere in argentina, there is a large penthouse with tall windows and cornered with perfectly trimmed green hedges. the interior of the penthouse is simple, there are no memories cluttering the walls, there are no fairy lights adorning the windows, there are no bento boxes in the fridge, and there are no sweet scented candles in every room of the house.
there is only dull colored furniture, only overflowing laundry baskets, only a kitchen sink filled to the brim with dirty dishes, and only empty liquor bottles littering the dining table.
a home without you, is hardly a home.
in this penthouse, a young man, barely 25 years old, sits at the kitchen table with a glass of fernet in his hand. one large window is opened, letting the warm evening breeze rustle the thin kitchen curtains and brush over his exposed skin.
oikawa still couldn’t stop thinking about what iwaizumi had asked him two years ago.
no amount of mind numbing liquor could ever make him forget that interaction -inevitably, the last face-to-face interaction he ever had with his best friend.
“oikawa, if you loved her, then why would you break her heart?”
oikawa gasps to himself, suddenly feeling chills run up his back, as if the memory happened just yesterday.
he remembers vividly how furious iwaizumi’s voice was and the tired look in his best friend’s eyes - a look that all but told oikawa that he was exhausted picking up the shattered pieces that he always left behind.
he downs the glass of fernet.
he pours himself another.
he remembers that, that was the first time he had nothing to say - the first time that tōru oikawa was at a loss for words. because men like oikawa, men with quick rebuttals and prepared excuses, always knew exactly what to say in every situation.
that day, iwaizumi had walked away from oikawa with sadness in his eyes, no trace of hostility to be found anymore. there was no slap to the back of oikawa’s head, no ear piercing screaming of a lecture, and no insults thrown at him. there was nothing.
but oikawa would’ve preferred a slap to the head or some sort of beating.
a gentle ache presents itself in oikawa’s throat, threatening a small cry to stumble out.
oikawa washes it away with a swig to his drink.
iwaizumi is a faint presence in oikawa’s life now, he calls and texts - the occasional check up - but he had stopped being his best friend a long time ago.
losing a brother pains him; it burns from the depths of his core, but losing you practically kills him; it steals every bit of oxygen from his lungs.
because, ultimately, you were his reason for living - for breathing; your warmth, your comfort, your presence is what kept oikawa going every day. without you, his days are meaningless, he inevitably lives his life without purpose.
but, now he finds it ironic; he chose volleyball over you, his life.
everyday, from 9am to 7pm, he mindlessly serves, sets, and passes a volleyball. for hours on end, he feels his muscles contract and relax as he tosses the ball up high, just for him to smack it down against a cold and shiny gym floor, he watches at it ricochets back into the air just to fall back down onto the ground again. bounce bounce bounce, till the sound ceases and the ball rests in its place.
oikawa now wonders when a blinding passion - a heart pounding desire to play this sport, turned into just a distraction. he finds that now when the very familiar surface of the volleyball brushes up against his palm, he no longer feels his adrenaline pumping with excitement; he feels resent.
because trying to dissipate his memories of you by overworking his body everyday no longer worked anymore, if anything it only made things worse.
every game, every screech of his name from the crowd, every praising cheer after he makes an award winning serve, it all reminds him that you aren’t in the stands cheering him on. faces upon faces, all different colors and all different shapes, none of them are yours.
oikawa hisses as he feels a dull ache in his knee, the same knee you would spend hours massaging after practice every day.
the lump in his throat has become more apparent now, he drowns it out with the bitter liquid in his cup - trying to suppress the feelings that will always be there.
he is only 25, yet he can feel his body beginning to give up on him. his muscles are weaker than they were two years ago, his bones throb under his weight with every step he takes, and his mind is continuously drifting off into oblivion.
he wonders who he is living for at this point. he can’t lie to himself and say that volleyball is his reason, because then who is he playing it for?
this country; even with its busy streets and loud music - he still can’t help but feel alone.
his favorite memory of you plays in his mind like a film, it’s grainy and colored with a brown, faded hue. your hair whipping in the wind, your dress flowing over your hips, your feet sinking into the sand, your hand intertwined with his, and your mouth open with that melody of a laugh spilling out of it.
he remembers your skin felt soft, flawless against his calloused palm. shimmering silver earrings decorated your ears, a gift he had gotten you for your birthday. the air around you was warm, despite the unforgiving ocean winds that was tussling through your hair and clothes.
as the memory plays, your laugh begins to fade away in the wind, the already loud noise getting increasingly louder and louder. his ears are ringing now, he can’t hear your laugh anymore. the sky is no longer a heavenly blue, it is now an unsettling gray. your body, your hand holding his, the scenery of the beach, is being ripped from his mind and transforming into a different memory, one he would kill to forget.
there you were, eyes big and brimming with tears, standing in front of him. the beach background has now turned into your shared apartment in japan, both of you in the living room. you open your mouth, but oikawa can’t hear your voice - he remembers your words vividly, but his mind refuses to play them.
tears spilling down your cheeks, your hands balled into fists; oikawa watches as he breaks down the one person who he deemed to be unbreakable. everything he had built - everything you had built, he watches fall apart for the hundredth time.
a sharp pain shoots through his chest, snapping him back to reality.
he clutches at the fabric of his t-shirt, heaving breaths fall from his lips as he tries to compose himself.
the cup full of fernet falls to the floor, pieces of his heart are scattered on the floor alongside the broken glass.
oikawa lost meaning in his life the second he walked out the door that shameful day; he lost his motivation, his strive.
everyday, his body aches with loss. the sounds of cars racing down the busy streets, the loud music playing from his favorite coffee shop, the smacking of countless volleyballs being slammed down onto gym floors, and the lively chattering coming from some rom-com that he left playing on his flat screen tv, all sound like background noise to him - numbly playing in his ears as background music to the memories he constantly has playing in his mind.
oikawa never knew about loss or pain until you, never imagined that this is what it would feel like.
but, loss has made him wiser; he knows now what will lie ahead for the both of you. he knows that as years come and go, the pain will begin to diminish a little, bit by bit - but he also knows that there’s no way that it’ll ever fully leave his heart.
because, as he gets older, he’ll only get more tired. his skin will begin to wrinkle, hair will start to gray, his bones will ache from weight of the world, his lungs will begin collapsing from the pressure constantly on his chest, and his heart will eventually cease to beat, from the death grip you still have on it.
he will age unforgivingly, eyes devoid of any color - they have already lost the once charming glint they used to hold.
unlike him, he knows you’ll only burn brighter as the upcoming years pass you by.
you’ll get back on your feet, your skin will glow again, your muscles will strengthen and your heart will beat with a newfound passion to love yourself - that’s something he’s always admired about you, the passion you held for all things involving love.
you’ll age with an unstoppable beauty; you’ll laugh and smile so much that permanent crinkles will form next to your eyes, you’ll dance so much that your muscles grow tired, you’ll fall in love again and have all those kids you wanted - kids that will fill every single gap in your heart that oikawa left behind.
despite pure science and human biology, your youth will never leave you. you’re one of the few people oikawa has met that have the ability to live young forever. your soul is unbreakable. sure, oikawa may have put a mere scratch on it, but he never came close to cracking it.
and that’s the difference between you and him; he will die miserable and alone, heart poorly stitched together and the inside of his body bruised and weak. you will pass away surrounded by people who also - like him - became allured by your kind spirit and your lively energy. his body will fall weak from exhaustion, but yours will fall weak from years of dancing and laughing and singing. his heart will die battered with pain, your heart will die full of love and forgiveness.
it’s painful to think about, but oikawa knows this is the truth, and simply just how life works. he won’t sugarcoat it for himself, he knows his ending is exactly what he deserves.
so he begins writing a note. the bottle of fernet he was previously so dependent on, is now long forgotten. he holds a shiny black pen in his hand and a white slip of paper in his other. he clicks the pen and holds the tip above the blank page for a few beats; hesitating, before he’s letting the words flow out.
a/n: happy birthday ukai<3 this ones for all my fellow simps;)
keishin huffed as he treaded up the stairs that led to his apartment - your shared apartment. outside, the sun was just beginning to set, courtesy of the spring season’s extended daylight. his white gym t-shirt clung to his abdomen muscles and the same with his arms. he had his black athletic jacket tossed over his shoulder as he fumbled around his pocket for his house key. the weight of this monday’s practice and the early shift at the sakanoshita store were finally coming down on him, a dull ache pounding in his shoulder.
as he entered the semi-dark living space, his eyes were immediately searching for you - seeking out your comfort. to his dismay, you were neither in the kitchen nor the living room. he quickly scanned the kitchen counter for any signs of dinner being prepared, also nothing.
keishin doesn’t normally let himself be spoiled by you, always insisting to help out with cooking, but he knew it was in your nature to take things into your own hands; shooing him away from the kitchen.
so, to say the least, not seeing you wisking away at something in a bowl in the kitchen on his birthday of all days had him confused, it was too unlike you to be absent - leaving the apartment so quiet.
the fake blonde shook his head, trying to rid of any unnecessary worry - he was never one to get bent out of shape so easily, anyway. he slipped off his shoes and hooked his sweatshirt over the jacket holder before strolling down the hallway that led to your bedroom. As he approached the room, he listened carefully for any signs of you, there were none.
silence was extremely unlike you.
he furrowed his eyebrows, turning the doorknob to the bedroom and pushing it open to seek you out. dim candles illuminated the room and he could barely make out your dark silhouette as it sprawled across your bed.
“babe?” he drew closer to your figure, squinting to see you better. he cursed to himself for not getting glasses for his shitty eyesight that was beginning to deteriorate.
“comere baby~” you called out to him, voice smooth and seductive.
as you came into closer view, he was beside himself to see that you were laying against the pillow, legs spread with whipped cream and strawberries coating your thighs.
“i know how much you like strawberry cream cake, darling.” you announced as a few seconds ticked by with your husband completely speechless, eyes dark and mouth slightly agape.
he chuckled softly at your joke, a smirk now adorning his face. he placed one calloused hand on the bare skin of your knee, just above where the whipped cream started, and rubbed the smooth skin gingerly.
“doll, you really shouldn’t have.” his gravely voice cut through the silence absorbing the room and his gaze burned down into the skin of your thighs. he was so tempted to devour you completely.
“well, what are you waiting for? dig in.”
keishin may have been hungry, hungry with desire to demolish your pussy like a wolf would demolish its prey, but keishin was raised to be polite, respectful at the dining table. what kind of son would he be if he forgot his table manners during dessert?
you looked truly appetizing laying under him like that, cheeks flushed with your lip between your teeth, legs shaking as he began slowly licking the whipped cream off your right thigh. if keishin was going to eat his cake, he was going to make sure he’d savor every single lick and bite.
his languid licking continued, not leaving a single drop of whipped cream behind. his tongue soon approached a slice of strawberry, plump and red against your soft skin. his gaze flitted up to yours, locking eyes as he slowly took the strawberry in his mouth, tongue poking out slightly to guide the fruit into his mouth. as soon as he finished the sweet treat, he was back on your skin, softly grazing his lips against the bareness of your thigh before continuing to lick up a trail of whipped cream - he left a few gentle kisses going up the path.
you writhed beneath his tongue, your pussy was aching to feel that same sweet tongue on it. keishin knew this, well in fact, but he wouldn’t let you have that just yet.
he continued enjoying the treat you so generously laid out for him. once he reached the last strawberry held by whipped cream - the one that was placed just a few inches from your folds - he switched to your left thigh and began his torturous licking all over again.
you struggled to suppress a whine, knowing that you couldn’t be a brat today, not on his birthday - you had to be patient. but he knew you all too well, glancing up at you with a smirk and a suggestive look in his eyes.
“you’re gonna behave for daddy today, yeah?” he was pressing circles into the plush skin of your hip with the pad of his thumb, hot breath fanning over your previously licked skin.
you quickly retracted the pout gracing your lips that you hadn’t even realized you were making. you were so transparent, just how he liked you.
“yes daddy, ‘m sorry.”
he chuckled at you, feeling a bloom of warmth fill his chest at how submissive you were for him.
keishin lapped and lapped at the sweet cream covering your thighs, becoming obsessed with the taste and suddenly wanting more. his self-control was beginning to falter and his pace against your thighs was beginning to speed up. after he sucked up another strawberry, he dove his lips back down into the skin of your thigh where the fruit once laid and began sucking at the skin, as it had some sweet juice from the fresh fruit leftover. you mewled under his harsh sucking, feeling his teeth begin to softly bite down on the flesh. keishin felt his cock tightening against the material of his gym pants from this.
“so fucking delicious, i just wanna devour you.” his voice was gruff and low, you could tell he was seconds away from giving in to temptation and eating his most desired dessert.
“mmm, daddy…please.” his lips felt extremely good moving up your skin, sucking away at the melting whipped cream and the softening strawberries. the once fresh produce was becoming soggy against the hot skin of your thighs.
the hungry man growled into your skin at your plea. he didn’t respond, only sucked harder at your skin, not leaving a single drop of whipped cream behind as he got closer to your heat.
as he approached the last strawberry on your left thigh, symmetrical to the one on your right, he decided to take his time as he finished up, controlling himself one last time before completely destroying you.
he took the strawberry between his teeth, slowly poking out his tongue to push the berry completely in his mouth. before he could swallow the fruit, he sucked up every last bit of whipped cream on your left thigh, making sure your skin was completely clean of any white stickiness. once he swallowed the sweetness, he placed a trail sticky kisses over the skin between your thigh and your lips, coming dangerously close to kissing your dripping wet cunt. he lifted his face over the throbbing heat, continuing his kisses on your right side, back to where the last strawberry laid for him.
unlike before, he licked around the surface of the strawberry, finishing up the whipped cream before indulging in the tart fruit. once your skin was devoid of any creamy remnants, he grasped the plump berry between his teeth, lifting the sticky fruit from your skin. he then took said fruit and drew it closer to your clenching core.
you furrowed your eyebrows down at him, unsure of what he was doing with the sweet berry so close to your sweet pussy. instead of speaking up, you curiously watched him as he stuck the point of the berry slowly into your hole. you clenched around the fruit in surprise, almost ready to push your husbands head away from your heat, when the sensation began feeling pleasurable. you weren’t expecting the whine that escaped your mouth as he dove the strawberry deeper into your cunt, almost fully in, only leaving a few centimeters of the red berry poking out.
“keishin-“ despite your pleasure, fear told you to tell him to get the damn fruit out of there, afraid of it getting stuck.
“first of all, you don’t call me that. second of all, just relax.” his voice was demanding, but also somewhat soft. you always knew you could trust your husband with anything bedroom related, considering you’ve never had to use a safe word with him. you simply nodded your head in compliance, leaning back into the mattress of your bed once more while exhaling your worries away.
he had just ate, yet keishin was a starved man.
the second your head hit the pillow, he was lapping at your folds like an animal, tongue rolling expertly over your clit and teasing the strawberry further into your cunt.
your husbands hungry tongue had you gasping and moaning under him, your fingers gripped at his straw-colored locks while your hips bucked under his grasp.
“you taste so good baby, better than any dessert i’ve ever had.” he practically growled out his words, tasting you over and over again, lapping up every drop of strawberry flavored juice that dripped from your cunt.
“t-thank you baby- oh” your body convulsed as he sucked at your clit, nibbling at it gently with his teeth.
it was a wonder that you hadn’t squeezed the red colored berry out of your cunt yet, it only kept its place firmly in your hole - and keishin fully enjoyed grazing his tongue over the exposed fruit every now and then.
you could feel your climax approaching as his tongue swirled around your clit rhythmically, fingers pulling harder at his hair and legs restricting against the grip of his hands.
“don’t come yet, babygirl. i’m not finished with my meal yet.” his voice was stern, yet calm. he only devoured you faster as if to torture your body that had to hold back its orgasm.
you let out a struggled moan, frustrated to comply to his wishes. you’d give him what he wanted, it was his birthday after all.
your abdomen muscles clenched as you trained your body to hold back from releasing. keishin’s tongue was relentless as it toyed with you, almost testing you to see how long it would take for you to disobey his orders. his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking at it harshly and you swore you saw stars. your legs were practically shaking at this point, and he could feel it.
keishin’s sadistic side wanted to see how much farther you could go, but his softer side wanted to watch you writhe under him; body shaking and tits bouncing as your whole body wracked its self.
he decided to test you for a second more before letting you release, increasing the pace that his tongue circled your clit and slowly pressing a finger to the berry lodged in your cunt, threatening to push it further in.
your moans got significantly louder as he did this, the name daddy spilling from your lips repeatedly like a prayer.
“you can come, my good girl.” he lapped at the pulsing bud under his tongue as he felt your orgasm wash over you, making your body convulse just as he predicted.
he helped you ride out your release, licking you slowly and tenderly. your chest heaved as you let out one labored breath after the next, your stomach was tense and ached from being edged and having to hold back your body from coming, and your legs gave out under keishin’s hold, eventually just falling flat against the mattress.
once keishin was sure you’d come down from your high, he removed his tongue from your sensitive clit and used his middle finger and thumb to remove the now-soaked berry from your hole. he watched in fascination as your body twitched and your cunt pulsed around nothing from the sensation. you gazed over at your husband through hooded lids as you watched him take the strawberry into his mouth, licking his fingers after swallowing the treat. he almost moaned at how good the strawberry coated in your juices tasted.
“that was delicious, sweetheart. thank you, but you must be starving now too, yeah?”
oikawa tōru x fem!reader
warnings: smoking weed, cursing, degrading/humiliating, nsfw and smut ofc, corruption kink, slight biblical references, y/n is kinda bitchy, voyeurism, temp/heat play, high during intercourse, choking, dumbdification.
a/n: i literally don’t even like smoking or care for it at all BUT THIS FUCKING IDEA CAME TO MY HEAD AND OOOHH BOY. so here’s an alternate universe oikawa being a mf bad boy stoner with piercings and tattoos, and lowkey an asshole.
fake friends, fake fucking friends, you thought to yourself. you were standing outside of the loud - practically vibrating - club. the one that your friends invited you to; yet here you were, alone while they were driving away with sloppy looking men that just wanted to hook up with them.
bass-boosted music rang through your ears, while the ground you walked on literally shook from the bouncing club. you felt a wave of goosebumps rise on your skin, the dress you were wearing was a little too short and it didn't help that the sleeves were spaghetti straps. it was only the beginning of summer, a late june night with a chilling breeze. not to mention, you were two fucking hours away from home, you had no car and a dead phone. the best you could hope for was that someone was kind enough to call a cab for you, or an uber - but there was no one around, except for the people inside the club that you could no longer enter.
“someone looks lost~” a low, yet teasing voice came from behind you.
you whipped your head around; taken aback by the sudden voice, but felt slightly relieved when you were greeted by the presence of a young man.
“yeah, i guess you could say that...” your voice was timid as you trailed off, still nervous of this unknown man gracing your presence.
“’s not safe for a pretty girl like you to be walking around this area with that lost look on your face, you could attract some bad news.” he stepped closer and closer to you, almost hesitantly.
“like you?” you cocked an eyebrow back at him, gesturing to the array of large, black tattoos littering his arms.
he clicked his tongue at you, ”should someone like you really be judging others by their looks?” the stranger got uncomfortably closer and you could see that his eyes resembled a warm brown color and his fluffy hair matched them. his face certainly didn't match the rest of his appearance.
“someone like me? i look exactly like what i am, a girl who's stranded with no phone or car and could use a nice person to call her a cab home. get lost, creep.” you practically spat back.
you spun on your heel and began walking away, you half expected him to chase after you and snatch you into the darkness of an ally, and half expected him to just give up and walk away. your speed-walking was put to a halt when he did neither of those things, when he started laughing hysterically. you spun around quickly out of curiosity to see him doubled over, crouched down on the ground trying to get a grip on himself.
“what's so funny?” you were both pissed and skeeved out, what the hell was this asshole creepy laughing at you for?
he began wiping the tears from his eyes dramatically, “nothing, sorry. it’s just that girls like you are so stereotypical. always looking down on men like me, always thinking you're better than everyone else. it’s just kinda funny instead of insulting.”
you were at a loss for words, did you really come off that bitchy? and didn't you have a right to? he was the one lurking in the shadows.
“i'd call you a cab, but i left my phone at home. i could go get it and come back?”
somehow, you weren't convinced he’d let you go that easy. something about his tone when he first approached you, was just too teasing and insinuating.
“no thanks, i can find someone else to call one for me.” you nervously tugged at the chain on your purse, you knew that was a damn lie. the streets were empty, and this man was your only hope.
he smirked, a knowing look planted on his face. he wouldn't push, but he knew you'd have to resort to his help in the end.
“suit your self.” he treaded away slowly, eagerly expecting your plea to come.
you furrowed your eyebrows slightly, he wasn't going to keep pushing you? was he not just saying how unsafe the streets were for a young girl like you?
“actually- wait.” you stammered hesitantly, embarrassed that you needed his attention again.
he turned around swiftly, a small smirk gracing his lips - smugly trying to hold back a grin.
“i'm sorry, could you please call me a taxi?” you failed to notice his sly expression.
“sure thing, but will you be safe here on your own while i get my phone?” he feigned the worry in his voice and the twinkle in his eyes.
you bit your lip, hesitant to pick your next words.
“how long would you be?”
“should be a 10 minute walk there, another 10 minutes back.”
“so, 20 minutes?”
“yes, around 20.” the mysterious man toyed with something between his long, slender fingers, barely giving you a glance.
“oh...” you looked around awkwardly, you thought 20 minutes might be too long. who knows what kind of person would approach you, plus it felt like the breeze against your so very exposed legs was getting colder by the minute.
he looked up to catch your nervous gaze.
“of course, you could join me on the walk, wait outside my house when we get there.” he pursed his lips, making it look like he had just thought up the idea with no further intentions.
no, no fucking way you would go with him.
but in his gaze, you caught something. a glint in his eyes; trust, comfort.
your better judgement faltered as you lost yourself in the charm he held in his eyes, the start to many more risks you would take that night.
despite his eccentric look; piercings littering his ears, leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up, obscene tattoos and all black attire - he had a deep warmth in his eyes. and you may have felt so stupid in the moment, but you found yourself trusting that warmth.
“okay, can't be worse than staying here alone right?”
he chuckled, “right.”
but were you actually wrong?
the walk to his apartment was quiet, mostly because you were nervous he was gonna snap and pull a knife out and murder you in an ally.
“you know, you don't have to walk 10 feet away from me, right?” the guy looked over his shoulder and squinted his eyes at you.
you bit your lip, deciding to stride a little closer to him - making a more comfortable distance.
“i don't even know your name, mystery man.”
he chuckled, stepping to the side a little to give you more room to walk.
“neither do i, mystery woman.”
“wouldn't you like to know, i asked first anyway.”
you were now walking by his side, a little more confident than you were before. your fingers held themselves behind your back, purse still hooked over your shoulder.
“it’s oikawa, tōru oikawa.” his eyes flickered up to yours, hopeful for you to open up and tell him your name too.
“told me your full name huh, i guess i should too.” you rocked on your heels nervously. you were still uneasy about telling him your full name for some reason, but when you looked into his orbs of warm chocolate brown, you felt like you could trust this man with your life.
“l/n y/n.”
he smirked, looking up ahead at the road again, “pretty name, definitely suits a pretty girl.”
you rolled your eyes at his sudden flattery, he seemed to do a lot of that - you noticed.
the two of you continued walking for a few more minutes, casual conversation bouncing off each other. you noticed he began to slow down his faster walking pace when you both reached a tall apartment building.
“we’re home.” he winked at you.
“oh shut it, don’t take too long please. it’s so cold...” you hopped from foot to foot and rubbed your exposed biceps with your hands.
oikawa thought for a moment - running his tongue over his teeth while contemplating how to make what he was about to say not sound creepy.
“why don’t you come in with me? it’d only take a second and i don’t trust the people around this area to leave you alone out here.”
you paused for a moment, you were usually very street smart and would know exactly how to avoid this situation. if he were any other guy, you’d just say ‘no thanks, i can handle myself’ and refuse his offer - but his eyes, why were you so allured by his eyes? what was it about him that you trusted?
“it’s okay if you’re uncomfortable, i’ll be quick and you can wait out here-“
“no, wait. i'll come, just...don’t pull anything weird, kay?” you were readjusting your purse on your shoulder as you hesitantly stepped closer to the apartment door.
“of course, i’d never.” there was a glint of mischief in his eye after the words left his lips, but you didn’t notice it.
after oikawa let you into his apartment, you were greeted by the strongest smell of weed in your life - and a lot of loud talking and laughter. you were just about ready to turn on your heel and leave.
“sorry ‘bout that, my friends are really loud.” oikawa apologized and locked the door behind you.
you waved him off, dismissing his apology. you didn’t care about his loud friends, you were just bothered by the disgusting scent of marijuana that hit your nostrils. you wouldn’t tell him that though, at least not yet.
you followed oikawa into the living room; also known as the source of where the horrid smell was coming from. the room was dimly lit and felt bigger than it looked. there was an L-shaped brown couch in the center of the room being occupied by 3 men - seemingly the same age as oikawa and yourself.
“hey guys, this is y/n. she got lost and needs me to call her a ride home. do you guys know where my phone is?” oikawa spoke to the men in front of you, they all seemed to immediately drop their conversation the second oikawa walked in.
“nah man, i dunno.” a boy with short light brown hair spoke up while twiddling a blunt between his fingers.
oikawa sighed and ran a hand through his hair, quickly scanning the room for his phone before looking back at you.
“wait here for a sec while i go look in my room, kay?” he raised an eyebrow at you before hearing your response.
you would’ve snorted at the tall man with tattoos and ripped jeans using the term “kay”, if it weren’t for the intimating group of men staring you down at the moment.
“sure.” you forced a nod, signaling oikawa to exit the room.
you looked around the room awkwardly, hands clasped together against your thighs. you weren’t sure how long he would take, and you certainly weren’t up for small talk with these ‘troublesome’ looking guys.
“take a seat, we don’t bite.” the man with messy black hair and thick eyebrows chuckled at you.
yeah right, “that’s ok, i-“
“i insist.” his voice was deep and his eyes were burning holes into your own. you weren’t sure how someone so high could come off so serious.
you swallowed down your nerves and took a seat on the far right of all the boys on the couch, plopping down next to one of the quieter men; he had spiky black hair and wore a denim jacket.
“so, ‘kawa’s picking up strangers off the street n bringing 'em into our apartment now, eh?” the man next to you spoke up, plucking the blunt from his friends fingers and placing it between his own lips.
the light-haired man laughed, following it with a cough from previously inhaling the smoke, “wouldn’t be much of a surprise, knowing him.”
you wrinkled your nose at their laughter. you tried to be polite, you really did, but you simply didn't belong here; didn't belong in a room with these ‘delinquents’.
“i am not, ‘from the streets’, for your information. i don't even live around here, i was just clubbing with my friends, but they-”
“yeah yeah, we get it. you're a typical stuck-up girl who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.” the light-haired boy (it would really help if they told you their names) mocked you in a high-pitched voice.
“i'm not stuck up, i just-” he kept cutting you off.
“oh please, the second you walked in here, you were sticking up your nose at us, looking us up and down with a disapproving glare. you're just that kind of girl, face it.”
the messy-haired man chuckled lowly at his friend’s joke and added, “just oikawa’s type!”
“that's enough, you two.” the quieter man next to you spoke up for a second time, giving the other two men a threatening glare.
you swallowed awkwardly as the room became quiet, only the soft sounds of sucking in smoke from the blunt being passed around were heard.
you were busy absentmindedly picking at the polish on your nails, a nervous habit, when a small orange glow next to your head caught your eye.
“you wanna hit?” the guy next to you was holding the blunt out for you to grab, the strong smell getting a little too close to your nostrils.
you scrunched your nose at his offer, shaking your head to further decline.
“no thanks, i don't really do that stuff.”
the spikey-haired male nodded - accepting your decision and taking an extra hit himself, when you heard a chuckle come from behind him.
“god, she really is a prude.” the voice of the impudent light-haired man spoke again.
you were just about ready to bite back a reply, but the man sat in-between the two men with the deeper voice beat you to it.
“makki, bet you 10 bucks she was only at that club for a half-hour before she was beggin’ her friends to go. that's probably why they ditched her stuck-up ass.” the boys cackled in unison at their stupid jokes. if they weren't pissing you off so much, you might even had found their cackles funny.
“makki, mattsun, shut your mouths.” the man next to you rose his voice slightly. you were thankful that he was sticking up for you, but there was no way you'd let it go without defending yourself.
“ha, sorry that i actually have my life together and don't need a mind-altering drug to live my every day life. you guys are the pathetic ones, not me.” you laughed bitterly at them. what you were saying was only half true; you didn't have your life together and you couldn't care less if people that weren't you did mind-altering drugs, but you did think they were pathetic.
3 pairs of eyes widened in your direction in response your bitchy remark, they knew they had it coming - yet they were still surprised to hear it.
“please, humble yourself sweetheart. you aren't any better than us for not doing drugs.” the man with dark hair, presumably mattsun, laughed coldly at you whilst leaning further back into the cushion of the couch.
“yeah, you're only missing out.” the man called makki chimed in.
“missing out? oh please, on what? a fried brain? smelly breath? black lungs? yeah, i think I'm doing just fine.” you leaned back against the couch, content with the newfound confidence you held. you weren't normally this snappy with people you first met, so this was quite a shift in your usual dynamic.
this time, all three boys laughed at you, this included the quieter man who's name you still did not know.
“oh darling, you're cracking me up. just say that you're a prude and go, you're honestly embarrassing yourself.” makki pushed your argument further.
“yeah, you shouldn't knock something before you try it. just because you're a virgin doesn't mean you have to act-”
“what makes you think that im a virgin? what does weed have to do with my sex life, like at all?” your voice was getting defensively higher and you were now leaning over the man in between you and makki and mattsun to get your point across.
“you're not a virgin because you don't smoke weed, but you don't smoke weed because you're a virgin.” makki put it bluntly, staring straight at you with a completely blank face. the two boys next to him chuckled at his stupidity. you were completely dumbfounded.
“you're joking right? this has to be a joke. you can't seriously think that i’m some prude who's never had sex before just because i've never smoked weed before - and never will.” you were crossing your right leg over your left now, lifting your posture significantly to get a better look at the men.
“actually, sweetheart. that's exactly what we think.” mattsun glanced over at you, half-lidded eyes burning into your own.
you felt a shudder run through your body at the nickname, trying your hardest to push down the heat rising to your cheeks and somehow maintain your snarky persona.
“i-”
“found my phone- what is going on here?” oikawa entering the living room interrupted your retaliation, suddenly becoming confused with the obvious tense atmosphere in the room.
“tch, your little prude of a friend over here just called us pathetic for smoking weed.” makki rolled his eyes before placing the blunt between his lips, it was now a quarter of the size it was before when you first entered the home.
“only because your asshole friends were calling me a prude and a virgin for not smoking.” you snapped back immediately, turning your body to face oikawa to make your point.
“asshole friends? that isn't very nice now is it, sweetheart?” mattsun teased you again, using the same nickname that you were shamefully flustered by before.
you opened your mouth to argue back, but oikawa interrupted your spiteful words with a long laugh.
“i knew you were a stereotypical stuck-up girl the second i met you, didn't i y/n? this comes off as no surprise to me.” oikawa’s arms were now crossed and he was eyeing you down from his standing position above you.
“oooh, her name is y/n. just sounds like a prude’s name.” makki proceeded to torment you.
“come on asswipes, be gentlemen.” the quieter man next to you spoke up again for the first time in quite a few minutes.
“sorry, iwa-chan, but i’m gonna have to side with makki and mattsun this time. if y/n wants to act like a little prudent brat, then she’ll just have to be treated like one.” oikawa stepped closer to your spot on the couch, a teasing lilt to his voice.
you were flustered by how fast oikawa’s personality had shifted, he had alluded you to think he was a charming, trustworthy man not even 20 minutes ago. where was that energy now?
“such a stuck-up brat, probably gonna live to be a perfect little virgin mary, yeah? never gonna compromise her health, never gonna sleep with a man, and never gonna commit a sin, isn't that right?” oikawa now stood directly in front of you, legs brushing against yours with your head at eye level with his crotch.
you hesitated for a moment, contemplating if your pride was really worth doing this.
of course it was.
“pass me the fucking blunt.” your head whipped towards makki, holding your hand out towards him, praying to god that he couldn't see how much you were shaking.
makki widened his reddened eyes at you while trying to figure out if you were being serious or not.
“are you deaf? let me take a fucking hit.” your eyes were dead and cold, boring into his surprised ones.
“alright... now that's what i like to see.” makki’s lips curled up into a smirk as he passed you the medium-sized, glowing blunt.
everybody’s eyes were on you as your held the object between your thumb and your pointer finger, mimicking the movements you've seen others do so many times before.
“you sure you can handle the smoke, darling?” oikawa’s voice was anything but caring and sweet, it held a mocking tone laced with faux sympathy.
no, you were very sure that you couldn't, but you were too stubborn to go back now. your pride was on the line and you would be damned if you didn't prove yourself to these four men.
you looked up at oikawa through your thick lashes, placing the blunt between your lips at the slowest, most seductive speed.
“i'm a big girl. i think i'll be alright, kay?
oikawa let a low chuckle out, still staring down at you from his tall position above you with his head slightly tilted to the side.
“we’ll see about that.” his voice came out deeper and smoother than it had before.
you wanted so badly to prove to these assholes that you weren't as prudent as they made you out to be. sure, you were a little pretentious and always stuck your nose up in disapproval when your friends did similar actions that these boys did, but secretly, you always wished you could let yourself loose like everyone else. you were raised to be a perfect, well-behaved girl, so you've always kind of stuck by that title for as long as you knew. just going to clubs, like you did tonight, was totally out of your comfort zone. if tonight was going to be the one night where you let yourself loose, then there was no reason that you couldn't do this, right?
you seemed to underestimate how many hits it would take for a lightweight like you to get even the slightest bit high, all you wanted was a little buzz - just to get these dickheads off your back.
it was only after coughing up an entire lung after your two first hits, that you realized that this might've not been such a good idea.
you set down the glass of water that iwaizumi - the only nice guy out of the bunch - got you from the tap. you were four hits in and absolutely miserable. your entire chest felt on fire and to make matters worse, you didn't even feel high yet - not like you would know what that felt like, anyway.
“nuh-uh, that's enough for you.” oikawa quickly snatched the blunt from your fingers before you could react.
you rolled your eyes, not wanting to back down from what felt like a competition.
“pft, look who's the pussy now.” you reached to grab for the small piece of blunt left in oikawa’s hand, but your slow reaction rate caused you to miss horribly.
“i’m not a pussy, i just know what'll happen to a light-weight like you. if you over-do it you're bound to get sick, and the last thing i need is some random girl who pushed her limits to lose her shit in front of me.” oikawa’s words were harsh, but a playful smirk was planted on his lips.
you weren't having it.
he was right, you had pushed your limits - and oikawa didn't know the half of how stubborn you were. you weren't about to let the guy that was just making fun of you for being so prude, to change his mind and withhold you from proving yourself.
“thanks for the advice, but i promise you i can handle myself.” you spat back at the man hovering over you, proceeding to snatch the blunt back from his hand.
oikawa chuckled and shook his head at you, deciding to take a seat on the coffee table in front of you.
“suit yourself.”
you continued the assault on your lungs; taking long hits of the remainder of the blunt, coughing hysterically, drowning yourself in water, then repeating the process again. you'd think the group of boys would have some complaints about you hogging the last few hits of their weed, but they just sat back and reveled in the sight of you struggling to keep up your pride, entertained at the sight of your flushed cheeks.
it wasn't until you were sucking at practically nothing that you realized you'd finished the blunt, still unsatisfied with the lack of buzz you felt.
“wow that was exactly what I thought it would be, a total waste of money and lung health.” you laughed dryly, leaning back onto the couch in discontent.
“not your money.” mattsun rolled his eyes at you.
“just wait till it hits, she’ll be fucked.” makki laughed loudly at your expense, nodding his head in your direction at mattsun.
all the guys chuckled in unison, they seemed to do that a lot through out the night.
“glad our weed was just a waste to you, maybe buy your own next time.” oikawa’s eyes held mischief in them as they glared at you, a playful scowl on his lips.
“oh i’m sorry, did i waste your precious weed?” you jutted your bottom lip out in a faux pout, your eyes containing an unintentionally seductive glint in them.
oikawa narrowed his eyes back at you, feeding into the little game you were starting.
“yeah, I think you did. how ‘bout you pay up for it, hm sweetheart?” he leaned over his lap, forearms resting on the tops of his thighs and his face nearing closer to yours.
your mouth opened to retort something back, but words failed to come out as your vision started becoming hazy and an urge to laugh started sprouting in your stomach. you couldn't contain the laughter that spilled from your mouth, cheeks heating up and body beginning to feel numb.
“yeah...she’s gone.” iwaizumi chuckled.
oikawa smirked at you, his face still so close to yours that you could faintly feel the warmth of his breath on you.
“no i’m not...” you let out a few more giggles as you felt a numbing feeling take over your arms and legs. you slapped your legs in hopes to regain some feeling in them, giggling once again at how heightened your senses were becoming.
“oh god, wasn't expecting to have to babysit today.” makki groaned from the other side of the couch.
“you literally aren't doing anything.” mattsun prodded back at him.
“true, this is oikawa’s problem now.”
the chesnut-haired man chuckled in front of you, pressing his hands to his knees as he pushed himself off the coffee table.
“there's no way i’m letting you get in an uber tonight, come with me.” he held his hand out in front of your face.
your mind was on a whole different level than his. your vision felt extremely clear, you couldn’t help how your eyes trailed over every tattoo and vein running down oikawa’s hand and forearm right in front of you - mouth unapologetically agape at the sight.
“come on, don't give me a hard time, yeah?” his voice sounded smoother than you ever heard it, it echoed in your brain and overstimulated your senses. you wanted to hear more.
“no.” you pouted, reddening eyes glancing up through your lashes to lock with his.
“no?”
“no.” you were firm, or tried to be, another fit of giggles threatened to bubble out of your throat.
he cocked an eyebrow at you, clearly not following your message.
“want...oikawa...” you were unable to finish your sentence, your brain suddenly forgetting what words were supposed to come next.
he leaned down to your height with his hands propped up against his knees, face merely inches from yours. he held a permanent smirk on his lips and his eyes teased you with faux seduction, oikawa almost always knew what he was doing.
“want me to do what?” his voice was lower than usual, softer too.
“need...” you knew you needed something, you just couldn't think of what.
“yeah? keep going, baby.”
you furrowed your brows in frustration, your brain was a little too hazy for your liking and the small bit of rationality that you still had inside you was getting fed up with how stupid you were acting.
“kiss.” you blurted out, then bit your lip and dropped your gaze as if you just exposed a secret that you weren't supposed to tell anymore.
“a kiss where?” he taunted you, bringing a finger underneath your chin to lift your gaze to his once more.
what felt like a few seconds to you - was almost a full minute in real time, of you staring up at oikawa; mouth agape, eyes hooded, not saying a word.
“everywhere.” he almost couldn't hear you, because of how soft your words came out.
oikawa didn't show it, but his stomach erupted in warmth at your words, that same warmth flooding down to his crotch. he bit his tongue before responding to you, he knew damn well you were in no state of mind to be making these decisions.
but you just looked so pretty sitting below him like that; eyes lidded with the daze from your high mixed with lust, lips parted, and legs crossed to cover up the growing wetness coming from your core.
“mmm, tempting, but i don't particularly enjoy taking advantage of women while they're high.” he sighed, shaking his head in hopes it would get rid of his lewd thoughts.
you pouted in return. sure, the buzz from your high was strong, strong enough to make you regret how bold you were acting when you woke up tomorrow, but not strong enough to have sex with someone you had no interest in. no, you had been looking him up and down all night long. you wanted this, the buzz just gave you the confidence you didn't have before - and who were you not to take this opportunity?
it wasn't just the lack of rationality from your high that made you want this from him, it was the heightened senses. every time you were close to him, everytime his eyes gazed over yours, you felt a million sparks burst through out your body. you were convinced that the second he touched you, your skin would ignite with flames.
you grabbed his hand, pulling him back in to destroy the distance he made between you two.
“i know what i want, and i've wanted this the whole night. despite what you think, i’m not some virgin mary. so are you gonna continue to act like a little pussy, or are you going to fuck mine?”
a gasp was heard from the right of you, makki. he quickly slapped a hand over his mouth after oikawa sent a glare his way.
“and what happens when you regret this tomorrow?” he raised an eyebrow down at you playfully.
“something tells me that, that won't happen... unless, you're saying that it's short?” you questioned him with a gaze that fluttered down to his crotch, then back up to his eyes.
oikawa had to hold back the growl that threatened to escape his lips, and the hand that twitched in anticipation to squeeze your throat.
“oh, it’s most certainly not.”
you had expected oikawa to take you back to his room, at least.
you didn't think he'd wrap his hand around your throat and push you up against the couch right there.
right in front of makki and mattsun.
right next to iwaizumi.
you struggled against the strength of oikawa’s death grip around your neck, unsure if your hazy vision was from the loss of air you were getting or the impending high from the weed.
“you said you wanted to be fucked, right?” oikawa’s words were laced with a venom you hadn't heard from him before, his eyes sadistically glaring down into yours.
you opened your mouth to respond, but your words were cut off with a harsh cough from the painful position you were in.
“c’mon ‘kawa, at least loosen your grip a little.” iwaizumi’s voice of reason brought a warmth to your chest, suddenly grateful for his presence.
oikawa smirked above you, moving his hand from its grip on your throat to mindlessly caress the outside of your breasts, thumb pressing against the material of your dress where your nipples would be.
“fine, but only ‘cause iwa-chan said so.” you glared up at him, your competitive nature fighting the fear of him choking you again.
you cleared your throat, well aware of the burning sensation still evident in your wind pipe, “i said i wanted to be fucked, yes, but not in front of your friends.”
that earned a chuckle from makki and mattsun - and a smirk from oikawa and iwaizumi.
“but i thought you wanted to prove you werent a little prude, i thought you would want to prove my friends wrong - or are you a coward like i predicted?” his thumb and middle finger were now pinching your nipple through the thin material of your dress and your bralette, making you squirm underneath him.
you could feel what you only assumed to be the peak of your high reaching, it was making every touch and every word from oikawa feel and sound 10 times better than it would've before. at this point you were willing to fuck him wherever he wanted.
cheeks flushed, and eyes averted to the side - away from oikawa’s face, you muttered a “fine.”
“what was that, sweetheart? i can’t hear you.”
“i said fine.”
makki joined in on the teasing, “wait, what did she say oikawa? i cant hear from all the way over here.”
god, you couldn’t stand these fuckers.
“i said, it’s fucking fine. jesus chri-” your aggrivated screams at the men were soon cut off by oikawa’s tight grip on your jaw, a searing kiss pressed against your lips soon following.
“enough talking, you need to take my dick now.” oikawa was breathless after engaging in the fiery kiss, he was soon found ripping off your dress.
you felt it, you felt the peak of your high approaching. everything felt so fucking good; his hands grazing your body as he ripped your dress off, the burning stares of makki, mattsun, and iwaizumi, and the empty buzz in the back of your head - it all made you feel breathless.
oikawa noticed your dazed out face, he hadn't even fucked you yet and you already appeared to be full of bliss.
“no fair, she’s high out of her mind and i’m sober. do me a favor and roll me a blunt while i eat her out, makki.” oikawa pouted above you, continuing to discard your clothing while he waited for makki to prepare him a blunt.
you may have been peaking, but your mind jumped at the thought of oikawa eating you out. you were suddenly becoming extremely aware of the situation at hand again.
“i- are you sure about-” you stuttered, shaky hands from the numbing feeling of your high came down to grip at the soft panties you wore that oikawa was attempting to rip off.
“‘s the matter? has our little virgin mary never had her pussy licked before?” oikawa smirked down at your burning body, both burning in embarrassment and in an immense amount of desire.
you decided to stay silent, gaze averting to the side once again.
oikawa wasn't having it, he gripped your chin with his free hand - pulling your gaze back to his.
“you were all bark before, where's the bite? don't disappoint me now, y/n” his gaze was intense, to say the least, and your body still felt like it was floating from the peak.
you swallowed the thickness inside your throat, building the small amount of courage you had left.
“i can bite, and i will.” you looked up at him with complete malice, and he mirrored your expression, adding his trademark smirk to his lips.
“we’ll see about that, little one.”
the unexpected nickname had your head spinning, you were quick to feel a familiar heartbeat thumping down towards your core.
you soon felt extremely aware of the way he was touching you, head lowering down towards your thighs, gently pushing your hand away from its grip on your panties.
it was true, you hadn't been eaten out before. you only had sex once and your boyfriend at the time finished in 30 seconds, tops - leaving you unsatisfied and humiliated.
but oikawa felt different, even though the sex was initiated to save your pride - a competitive desire to prove yourself to people you had just met - you could tell that behind his teasing, he cared about your pleasure. it showed in his small touches; the way he gently caressed your skin before ridiculing you, the way his eye flickered up to yours before dipping his head in-between your thighs. you sensed the emotions he held deep inside of him, the ones he kept hidden. maybe that's the reason you felt you could trust him, maybe that's why you didn't run out of his house the second you saw his sketchy friends.
maybe that’s why you so badly wanted to prove yourself to him.
makki began to roll a blunt, as instructed by oikawa, as he began eating you out. mattsun and iwaizumi’s eyes burned holes into your skin as they watched.
your body twitched after the first few licks from him, immediately becoming obsessed with the feeling. oikawa’s tongue felt warm and soft against your clit, the slow pace of the circles around the bud were driving your body crazy. your thighs instinctively went to close around his head, but he held them down with a firm grasp, only intensifying the pace of his tongue in disapproval of how your body misbehaved.
“relax.” he drawled into your skin, continuing his assault on your clit.
you bit your lip and nodded in response, trying to keep your calm as your body had never experienced such pleasure before.
oikawa expertly switched his tongue from your clit to your hole, replacing the stimulation on your clit with his thumb whilst fucking you slowly with his firm tongue. you unintentionally let out a loud whine, head thrusting back into the plush pillow of the couch and fingers going to thread in oikawa’s brown locks.
“feels good?” the voice came from next to you, iwaizumi’s.
your eyes glazed over to his, lids becoming heavy and lips parting open as you panted out a “yes.”
oikawa noticed your attention diverting over from him to his best friend, his brows furrowed in annoyance. to grasp your attention once more, he removed his tongue from your hole and replaced it on your clit again, then shoved his middle finger inside you with no warning - making sure to curl it all the way up.
his harsh actions against your cunt had you loudly moaning with your head thrown back in both pain and pleasure. just one of his fingers alone filled you up more than your exes entire cock ever did.
your eyes immediately squeezed shut at the feeling, toes curling from the sensation of his finger thrusting inside you, mixed with the feeling of his tongue swirling your clit.
oikawa lifted his head to click his tongue at you, “no baby, you’re gonna look at me while you cum, okay?”
his tone was sweet, but firm enough to make you quickly shoot your eyes open and nod at him obediently.
he mumbled a “good girl” before going back to licking up and down your cunt. he went through a routine of switching between circling your clit, swiping his tongue from side to side, sucking on your swollen bud, and rapidly lapping up your pussy - all while fucking you with his finger.
he didn't even get the chance to add a second finger before you felt your climax approaching. your head was still spacey from the high, so you weren't sure if this feeling was from oikawa or if it was just your hazy brain, but you found out sooner than later as you orgasm began to take over you.
oikawa got the idea that you were reaching your climax as your little hole pulsed around his finger and your legs shook around his head. as much as he wanted to tease and edge you, he decided he wanted to fuck you more.
he helped you ride out your orgasm as his tongue prodded at your clit relentlessly, licking and sucking at the firm bud, finger curling further and further into the depths of your gummy walls,
euphoria took over you as you felt the numbing feeling from your high intertwine with the body-racking orgasm that oikawa was providing you. your entire body felt lighter than it ever had before; sweet, pure release exiting your body.
your head was spinning and your chest was heaving from the aftermath, your body began to feel extremely tired. the weight from the entire day you had came crashing over you, as the sweet release you once felt subsided. you felt good, but you needed a nap.
through eyes that were barely open, you watched as oikawa smirked down at your disheveled form and carefully grabbed something from makki’s outstretched hand.
“glad you enjoyed that, princess, but it’s my turn now.” oikawa stealthily unbuttoned his pants after placing his blunt in-between his lips, strategically sucking in the smoke and blowing it out without having to remove the object from his lips.
you nodded at him, half-understanding what he meant. you were by no means sober, but you definitely felt the strong buzz dying down.
“i’m gonna need verbal responses, sweetheart.” he leaned down just above your face, breathing out smoke as he got closer. the strong scent filled up your nostrils.
you couldn't help but scrunch your nose up at the strong smell, you may have been sucking down a blunt yourself not even 30 minutes ago, but you would never get used to the grotesque odor.
oikawa noticed, and raised a curious brow at you.
“ah, so we still think weed is gross? after you smoked almost an entire blunt by yourself?” his tone seemed amusing, but his eyes told a whole different story.
“god, first she wastes our weed and now she acts like she didn't even like it?” mattsun crossed his arms over his chest while facing you, eyes giving your naked body a once over.
you were too blissed out to even fight them this time, you just desperately wanted a nap,
“hey, all i said was that i’d prove to you guys i’m not a prude, and i did. doesn't mean i have to like the smell of your stinky weed.” your words were mumbled from your tired state, but still not wanting to accept defeat.
“nah, i don't think you’ve proved yourself at all yet.” makki chuckled dryly at you.
“yeah, all you've done is get high and be a fucking pillow princess for oikawa.” mattsun chimed in.
“and a brat too.” makki added on to mattsun’s sentence.
oikawa raised his chin cockily, clearly satisfied with his friend’s insolent words.
then, an idea clicked in his mischievous mind. he narrowed his eyes down at your pathetic figure sprawled out underneath him as he thought about it.
“oh please, don't be sore losers. i smoked your fucking weed and let oikawa eat me out, just admit i’m not a prude like you thought i was.” you tried to regain the similar confident composure that you held before, glaring over at makki and mattsun.
“hmm, maybe you aren't a prude, but you're still a pretentious brat, and brats deserve to be tamed. don't you think?” oikawa’s voice was smooth and easy-going, but his words were dripping with malice.
you found the courage to narrow your eyes back up at oikawa, despite the internal feeling of your heart hammering against your chest.
“and how do you plan on doing that?” you tested him.
he chuckled lowly at your obviously feigned confidence, he could just tell by your flushed cheeks.
he lowered his face to hover above yours for the nth time that night, placing the blunt in-between his lips and sucking the smoke into his mouth. before even inhaling, he pulled your bottom lip down with his thumb and put his lips on yours, releasing the thick smoke into your mouth.
your once lidded eyes were now widened, your hand quickly came up to grab at oikawa’s arm. he pulled away quickly, chuckling at how you choked on the smoke - eyes watering up again just as they had done before.
“you-” you choked out another cough, “asshole.”
oikawa raised an eyebrow at you, reveling in the way his best friends laughed from the sidelines at your expense.
“mmm, i don't think you're in any position to be calling me names.”
you glared up at him, quickly blinking away the stray tears that remained in-between your lashes.
“oh, and what position would that be?” the fire you held before was coming back, and this time it wasn't because you wanted to prove yourself.
no, you just wanted to see how far you could push him.
a familiar large hand came up instinctively to wrap around your throat, pushing you against the couch once again as he tauntingly held the burning blunt inches away from your face.
“i wouldn't test me, darling. clearly, you aren't aware of how far i'll go to put a bitch like you in your place.” he spat down at you, his eyes were dark and he was still holding the glowing blunt way too close to your face for your liking.
but you couldn't stop yourself, you kept pushing and pushing.
“show me then. i’m not getting any younger here, am i?”
a laugh was heard from your right, it was quickly muffled as mattsun slapped a hand over the mouth of its carrier: makki, of course.
oikawa clicked his tongue at your confidence, knowing damn well that you'd regret it later.
“sure, i’ll show you.” he spoke in a low voice as he brought the hand holding his blunt down your body, stopping when he reached your thigh. you sucked in a nervous breath in anticipation, the burning bud was only a centimeter away from the smooth skin of your exposed thigh. your heartbeat was increasing and you felt your blood running cold, you opened your mouth to protest at the last moment, but the sadistic man beat you to it.
you felt a burning sensation press into the outside of your thigh, causing you to immediately grab at oikawa’s arm with a shrill scream escaping your mouth. the man only laughed above you, nudging your death grip on his arm off with ease.
“what’s the matter? i thought you could handle it.” he jutted his bottom lip out to feign a sorrowful expression, you wanted to kill him.
“you just- you just fucking burned me.” your chest was heaving and you felt yourself slowly getting terrified at what would come next.
the boys next to you were silent as they watched the scene unfold, oikawa could only smirk down at you.
he pulled another hit out of the blunt and dipped his head in-between the crevice of your neck and shoulder. you tensed at the feeling of his lips being so close to your skin, then relaxed when you felt him blow the warm smoke into your skin. the subtle feeling of the warmth from the smoke ghosting over your skin almost made you moan out loud. instead, your body betrayed you with a shudder.
“mmm, something tells me you liked that. don't act so innocent, little slut.” your breath hitched at his words.
“just because i may have liked that, doesn't mean i enjoyed being used as an ashtray.” you gestured towards your scorned thigh.
he chuckled lowly at you, then brought his free hand down towards the burn mark left in your skin and pressed his thumb against it slowly. this time, the painful feeling of a sting in your skin forced a guttural moan out of your throat, instead of a screech. you instinctively brought your hand up to cover your mouth, eyes wide in embarrassment.
“really? ‘cause i think you do.” oikawa laughed at your obvious humiliation and pulled your hand away from your mouth, rolling his eyes in the process.
“c’mon, quit acting like a damn prude still, darling. admit you're enjoying this shit.” mattsun spoke from his spot on the couch, now resting his right arm over the side of the couch to get a better look at you.
you scoffed at him, cocking your head towards him in response.
“i thought i was a brat, not a prude anymore.”
makki chuckled at your rebuttal.
“’kawa, i think she’s getting a little too feisty again, you might wanna smoke her out again.”
you almost choked at his words, quickly whipping your head back to face oikawa. you felt your stomach drop at the devilish smirk he gave you.
you were just beginning to sober up, and they already wanted you dumbed down again?
“fair point, makki. i can't fuck her while she’s running her mouth like this, right?”
before you knew it, your mouth was being filled with smoke again. oikawa restarted his method of sucking on the blunt before pressing his lips to yours again. your mind was entering a similar haze as before once again, body also being filled with warmth and pleasure as oikawa began rubbing his bare cock against your pussy.
before sliding in, he pressed his shortening blunt against your skin once more - this time, on the fat of your right hip. you pleasantly moaned at both the pain and pleasure from the sensation this time, and oikawa couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of your walls visibly crashing down.
he didn't even give you a second to adjust to the searing pain you felt on your skin before he was thrusting into you, causing you to practically scream at the feeling of his cock stretching you out.
“oh, f-fuck.” your nails made their home on the skin of his back, sinking into his smooth flesh in response to the pain you felt in your core. to your dismay, the numbing feeling that spread across your body from your high didn't help at all to prevent the newfound pain from oikawa’s cock entering you.
“god, look at her. our little virgin mary is being corrupted.” mattsun’s deep voice was heard from across the couch. you were surprised to look over and see him fisting his own girthy cock while staring down at you, makki and iwa were doing the exact same thing.
oikawa chuckled breathlessly at his comment, earning your attention back to him.
“shit, you're tighter than i expected, princess.” his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, his eyes were slightly hooded from his approaching high, and his tattoo littered arms were flexed in front of you for support - you decided you had never been more turned in your entire life.
“move, please.” you begged breathlessly, head feeling hazy and numb, while your body felt extremely sensitive to the touch. your senses were heightened once again and it had you craving an orgasm more than ever.
“since you asked so politely.” oikawa’s hips began snapping at that moment, hard thrusts sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
next to you, the three boys began pumping their cocks with more fervor, pace quickening in time with oikawa’s.
oikawa didn't cease his antics of blowing smoke into your mouth either. with his cock slamming into you at such an ungodly speed, your lips were constantly parted open - leaving him easy access to fill up your lungs with the same smoke you disdained so much.
your body was betraying your mind. physically, you felt fucking amazing - but mentally, you wanted to yell at oikawa to quit his abuse on your lungs.
“q-quit it with the smoke. i think i’m high enough.” you stumbled over your words.
oikawa bit down on your neck in response to your distaste, hot breath fanning over your ear to whisper lowly, “quit being a fucking brat first, and take what i give you.”
you shut your mouth obediently, until makki chimed in.
“you should be grateful that oikawa is being so generous as to blow his weed into your mouth without making you do a damn thing. say thank you, slut.” his words were harsh and gritted through his clenched teeth as he pumped his cock harder, eyes burning into your skin.
you whimpered at his pitiless words and at the feeling of oikawa thrusting into you with more power, clearly encouraged by his friends praise.
“i-” your remark was cut off by oikawa’s firm hand around your throat once more.
“what do you have to say to me?” his eyes burned into yours, telling you that his question was not actually a question, but a demand.
“t-thank you, oikawa.” your eyes were brimming with tears from the lack of oxygen circulating towards your brain.
he only squeezed harder.
“what's my fucking name.” his lips were ghosting over yours now, his hot breath only added to the heat that was already evident on your face.
your bottom lip wobbled, you had no idea what kind of name he would like. if you guessed wrong, what would he do?
“thank you, sir.” you silently prayed you chose the right one, and your prayer was granted as oikawa removed his tight grip from your throat and smashed his lips onto yours - practically growling into the kiss.
you moaned into his mouth as you felt the pleasure in your stomach building up at an increasingly fast speed. your head was spinning and your body was on fire, you never felt better in your life.
“feels...so fucking good.” your words came out in pants. you could barely think straight anymore; your mind was only filled with oikawa’s cock and the impending numbness from weed.
your attention was snatched from oikawa as you heard a deep guttral moan come from the side of you, it was iwaizumi’s. the once quiet man was becoming more vocal as his own orgasm was approaching.
“yeah, you like getting high and getting fucked in front of random strangers you just met, huh?” your face burned at his surprising words, never did you expect to hear such a sentence come from (what you thought was) such a polite man’s mouth.
then again, you never even expected you would ever be in a situation like this before either.
“y-yes, i do.” your walls had broken down and they could all see it. there was no more sticking your nose up at them anymore, no more bratty comments at the expense of their drug of choice, and no more pretending like you weren't enjoying yourself tonight - because you clearly were.
the boys chuckled all at once at your sudden submission, but oikawa wasn't surprised.
there was only a small bud left of what was the blunt in oikawa’s hand, but he manage to suck one more hit out of it. you parted your lips with expectations of him to release the puff of smoke into your mouth, but to your surprise, he ducked his head above your left breast and let out the smoke slowly over your perked nipple. the subtle sensation left goosebumps all over your body, causing you to moan under his soft touch.
see, unbeknownst to you, oikawa was a man of observation - and he couldn't help but become blatantly aware of your body’s hypersensitivity to the small, subtle actions he went about. whether it be from the weed or from your inexperience in sexual situations, oikawa didn't know. he just knew he was extremely fascinated and infatuated with the way your body reacted to him.
he bored down into your lidded, reddening eyes, your lips were parted as you panted out his name and the look on your face only told him that you were gone.
he swore he had never fucked somebody prettier than you, he silently hoped one day he'd get to see you with your lips wrapped around his cock.
unable to help himself, oikawa stuck his thumb into your mouth, pushing the digit as far in as it would go.
you were taken aback by the action at first, but your mind was quickly put at ease by the warm feeling of being filled by him in two different places at once. you swirled your tongue around his finger, both sucking on it and licking it.
the sight in front of him had his knees practically buckling above you, he couldn't fight the approaching feeling of his orgasm unraveling before him.
“you're gonna be a good little girl and let me cum inside you, yeah?” his voice was hoarse, moans and grunts beginning to spill from his lips more while he looked down at you with complete darkness in his eyes.
god, you weren't thinking straight.
but you really didn't care.
you nodded as best as you could with the spinning feeling inside your head, body filling to the brim with pleasure as you felt your own orgasm approaching you. oikawa quickened his pace as he felt your cunt squeezing his girth, almost like your body had a mind of its own to suck him dry.
“such a little slut, letting you fill her up with smoke and cum.” mattsun’s deep voice was heard from beside iwaizumi. his eyes were still glued to your form and the head of his cock was a bright red, begging for release.
“let’s see you try and act fucking innocent again after this.” makki added with a chuckle, he was just as close to finishing as his friend.
you moaned helplessly at their ridicules, feeling your coil so close to snapping.
“god, you fucking revel in the attention don't you? you're literally getting off from being watched like this, so exposed and vulnerable.” mattsun spoke up again.
yours and oikawa’s labored breathing harmonized as you both got closer and closer to your releases.
“they're right, you're such a little fucking attention whore. sucking in my cock like that while my friends watch. you're so desperate, it’s pathetic.” oikawa was internally amazed at himself for being able to muster a complete sentence out while his cock was so close to being practically milked.
you whined in response, your cheeks heating up. you didn't care about anything else, you just wanted to cum.
“p-please, i'm so close.” you cried out, tears beginning to brim at your eyes.
“fuck. cum, cum princess.” the voice came from your right side, your eyes trailed over to the source, being iwaizumi.
oikawa scoffed, “you don't listen to anyone else, got that? just me, sweetheart.” he shot daggers with his eyes towards iwaizumi, and he shot them right back at oikawa.
you blinked your eyes at oikawa, not realizing the competitive banter between them until now.
“let her fucking cum already, ‘kawa.” iwa growled at his best friend, his cock was an angry red. you could tell he just wanted to finish, as well as makki and mattsun.
oikawa gritted his teeth, knowing damn well that his orgasm was approaching too.
“alright, cum for me, slut. squeeze my fucking cock with that pretty little cunt of yours, okay?”
his wish was your command, and it’s not like you were able to hold back anymore, anyway.
you felt the coil snap inside you; already fuzzy mind going completely blank, mouth dropping open in a silent scream, and thighs shaking around oikawa’s torso. he felt your cunt pulse around his cock and he couldn't help how quick his orgasm followed after yours, teeth instinctively latching onto your shoulder as he pumped you full of his semen.
oikawa helped you ride out your high as he slowed down his thrusts, eventually ceasing them. your orgasm combined with oikawa’s was so intense, that you failed to even acknowledge that the three boys next to you were coming too, fists beginning to slow down their movements.
after a few minutes of collective panting heard throughout the room, makki broke the silence.
“holy shit.”
you agreed, holy shit was right.
after passing out on oikawa’s couch from pure exhaustion, the sobering-up man carried you, with some effort, to his room to spend the night. being the gentleman he was, he tucked you in carefully under the covers of his bed and set up a somewhat comfortable sleeping arrangement for himself on the living room couch.
before retreating to his makeshift bed to crash on for the night, he peaked into his room once more - eyes scanning over your sleeping figure as you slept soundly. he noticed that while you slept, all the worry and pouting that was usually so evident on your face seemed to fade away. you look relaxed, at ease even. he thought maybe you just needed to loosen up more, to let your worries fade away every so often, while you lose yourself in the late hours of the night.
he thought that maybe, he could be the one to teach you how.
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HELLO THANK U SO MUCH🥺💞 but i literally just found out not even a week ago how to change my text from another writer LMAO. just go here and paste ur text into ur blog using the html editor ^^
ok but just IMAGINE oikawa deep throating you w his fingers and you keep pushing his arm away bc u literally cant breathe but he just clicks his tongue at you and tells you that you should be grateful to have such pretty setter fingers down your throat fbdjemdkemeksk FUCK
i woke up to the sight of small lines of sunlight peaking through my blinds, casting their golden hues on my comforter. instinctively, i rolled over to the right side of my bed to seek the familiar warmth of my husband. to my dismay, the right side of the bed was empty, a slight warmth left behind on his pillow. i didn’t think much of where my husband could be, instead just nuzzling my face into his pillow, inhaling the remnants of his familiar scent. after my groggy morning brain started to become more awake, i remembered what day it was. as if on cue, tooru pushed the door to our bedroom open, already singing happy birthday off-key.
in his hands, he held a silver tray with an array of food on it. i smiled into his pillow before using my hands to push myself up on the bed, straightening my body up to face him. his hair was a little messy and there was a small syrup stain on his gray t-shirt, but i wouldn’t want to wake up to any other sight.
he placed the tray on my lap as he finished the song, already climbing in bed with me and wrapping his arms around my waist. i gave him a peck on his forehead and thanked him before scanning my eyes over the tray in front of me. there was a small bowl of fruit, a plate of bacon and sausage, and a stack of confetti pancakes topped with whipped cream and colorful sprinkles. my mouth almost dropped in awe. i had never seen tooru successfully make something so beautiful, the cooking and baking in our house was usually left up to me. i could tell just by looking at the pancakes that he had spent hours trying to perfect them, probably went through a few batches.
“so, how much flour do we have left?”
he pouted, nuzzling his face into my neck with a whine.
“can’t you just enjoy my hard work? these weren’t easy to make you know.” he grumbled into my skin.
i appreciated him so much, i really did.
i giggled at his pouty face that was currently hidden in the crook of my neck and ruffled his hair.
“thank you, tooru. i really love them.”
i could feel his body melt into mine, i was proud of him, and he knew it. that’s all he needed.
the rest of the morning was spent with me enjoying the food that my husband made me, whilst also slapping away his hand that kept reaching for the bacon every 5 minutes. later on, he promised to watch my favorite movie with me, dirty dancing. it was birthdays like this that i appreciated; i didn’t need tooru to take me some fancy restaurant, i didn’t need him to buy me a pandora ring, and i didn’t need to rent a fancy limousine. although, he’d do all those things for me in a heartbeat, he knew that nothing warmed my heart more than just a morning like this with him. we could have a fancy dinner later - but right now, all i needed was his arms around my waist, his face nuzzled in my neck while pressing soft kisses to my skin, stomach warm and full of a big meal, and a content smile on my lips.
this is what tooru oikawa was best at, he was best at making me feel at home.
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