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Toru Oikawa.
Easily the most loved, most flirtatious, and most annoying mothefucker you’ve ever met.
It didn’t help that you had to deal with him in middle school, nor did you expect him to actually be accepted to Aoba Johsai even with the talents that he had. You were accepted for your outstanding performances in the drama club at Kitagawa Daiichi but you were also fairly active in supporting all other clubs in school.
Unfortunately for you, it meant you’d catch the eye of a certain older guy that never relented when it came to romanticizing any and every conversation with you. You don’t even know why he was into you, like, why the hell would he be so damn hardheaded even when you’d publicly reject him?
It’s not like you weren’t pretty, because almost every guy you’ve met has made some type of pass at you and honestly, you knew you had a nice ass body. You worked hard for it once you got into middle school, because it’s common knowledge that middle school meant you’d have to be ready to become an adult after graduation or continue education in high school. At 13 years old, you were easily the most fit, thanks to your excessive at home workouts, and landed every leading lady role in each play the drama club would put on for the culture festivals.
This is how you met Oikawa. Dressed to the tens in beautifully crafted costumes, and immaculate makeup. He wanted to date you the minute he laid eyes on you. Of course, he naturally felt like wooing any girl around him but, you were different. Just a year younger than him, and yet he knew you’d grow into such a beauty.
When he graduated, you’d finally felt safe enough to attend the volleyball matches in shorts and a comfortably loose top instead of your school uniform. But then you met Tobio.
Angry, stand-offish Tobio. His eyes were always cold, and his mouth looked engraved in a frown. And yet, when he saw you, he couldn’t stop the softening in his eyes, or the small lift of his hand at you when he’d see you in the bleachers, or even after school as you’d made the effort to fetch a yogurt from the vending machine way out of the path of the drama club room by the gymnasium. One day, you’d even approach him, and ask for his number, and he was too focused on winning every game to bother with a relationship outside of the platonic realm to actually return interest.
But you reassured him that you weren’t pursuing him (even if it were a blatant lie, you were going to make him let you into his life somehow), and though he doubted it, he gave you it anyways.
That’s how you’d become his only friend. The sole person he could go to when his own team betrays him, of course he kind of deserved it, and of course you had told him to chill out before but… You couldn’t help but feel your heart fall to the floor when he called you, silently telling you that he needed someone to lean on after that wretched game.
You were his failsafe. The light at the end of the tunnel, and even if he were to deny and reject you, you’d still be there for him. You couldn’t help yourself, it was like a moth drawn to flame, a very angry and dangerous flame but.. He also showed you a side of him that nobody else saw.
That’s why when you heard that Aoba Johsai would be having a practice game against the school he chose to go to, you knew you had to be there.
It was like seeing a complete stranger in Kageyama’s body. He was acting so different towards these new teammates, and you could feel the warmth in your chest grow as he even smiled once on the court. Midway through the game, you’d walked over to the opposing team’s side of the gym and took a seat just behind their bench. He saw you, and immediately felt the pressure increase. You texted him that you’d be there, but he didn’t expect you to literally be there for him. During the halftime, he walked over to you, and you took in this entirely new energy surrounding him.
“(name)-san.” He said, letting you come to meet him at the barrier.
“Tobio!” You beamed, reaching over the barricade for a quick hug (the kind he always let slip when he was around you). “You’ve grown so much! What the hell, I’m way shorter than you now!”
“Tch, you were always shorter than me, I’ve just gotten even taller.” He smirks, shooting you that boyish look that caught your attention in the first place. If only you were wearing something much more comfortable, you’d pummel him for teasing you for your lack of height. But unfortunately, you were wearing your favorite skirt paired with an over-the-shoulder top that dipped the slightest bit into your cleavage. A planned outfit, for a planned reunion. You were going to ask him to join you for dinner after the match, so you figured you should look your best.
“Pfft, wow-- so you’re a tough guy now huh? Got some new teammates and you suddenly think you can trash talk me, eh?” You tease, nudging his shoulder playfully to discreetly feel for those muscular shoulders. “I’ll have you know I grew two inches this summer.”
“Nice, so you’re what, five foot even now?”
“HEY!” You shouted, crossing your arms. “I’m five foot four, thank you very much.”
“I’m five foot four, too! Hey, Kageyama-san, who’s this girl?” A smaller orange boy, who you noted was the insane spiker in the first set, exclaimed as he approached your friend from behind.
“Get lost, pipsqueak.” He groans, “She’s a.. Friend of mine. From middle school.”
“(fullname), second year! Nice to meet you, uh, pipsqueak..?”
A boisterous laugh echoed from the opposite side of the court, and you groaned. You knew who that was, and what he was doing. You pinched the bridge of your nose as Oikawa approached the three of you, Kageyama physically stiffening in anger and the small orange haired boy hiding behind him. You could see that the bag he had on his shoulder read ‘Hinata, Shoyo’. Cute name.
“Nice one, kime-chan! You always sound so cute when you put people down.”
“Seriously, Oikawa-san, are your fangirls not enough for you? I’m kind of busy right now, and you gross me out, so please leave me alone.”
He chuckled, holding his belly as he tossed his head back, “See? So cute.”
“I think it’s clear that (name) doesn’t want to be bothered by you.” Tobio said, completely disregarding Oikawa’s presence by keeping his eyes on you.
“Ye-Yeah! (name)-s-san said to leave her alone, so leave!” Hinata said, still cowering behind the raven haired boy.
“I have no intention of leaving, do you plan on making me?” Toru threatens, a wide grin spreading across his face.
You roll your eyes, “Well, if you’re not leaving, I am. See you later, Tobio, I’ll text you.”
And with that you escaped to the women’s locker room. The girls’ team had just left from their own training, and you felt comfort in the silence of the echoing room.
There were two entrances to the locker rooms, and while one of them led to the outskirts of the school, where the girls would leave after locking up for the night and head their respective ways home, the other led back to the hallways of A.J.
You texted Tobio as you walked away, telling him to meet you outside.
You waited against the large green electrical transformer box, seating yourself on the edge as you used your phone as a distraction. Not many people were left on campus, and it was nice to see the stretch of empty fields carrying the sounds of shoes squeaking and balls hitting the ground with the wind. He came around the corner and gave you that small wave. God, he was so cute.
“What’s going on, (name)?” He said, sitting beside you.
“I need your help with something, but I don’t want to like, pressure you or anything.”
He tilted his head, giving you a raised eyebrow as if to insinuate you should continue.
You huff, “Oikawa is… always on my back. You know how he is, but he likes to bug me almost every day. He meets me outside my classrooms, he tries to find me wherever i hide during lunch, and it’s so fucking annoying!”
“Tch, he probably has a crush on you or something.”
“Oh I know he likes me, he asked all of my friends for my number, my twitter, even my fucking snapchat! I blocked him on social media but he uses some phone number app to always text me and it’s so fucking creepy.” You then look around and lower your voice to a hush, “I think he even follows me home and stuff.”
“So what do you want me to do about it?” He asks.
“I… I need you to.. Kiss me on the cheek.” You say, and his face immediately goes pale. “N-Not here, but like, in front of him, I want you to pretend like we’re.. Together or something, maybe then he’ll leave me alone.”
“You… You’re serious?” Tobio asks, standing up quickly.
“Yes, I-- Look, if you don’t want to it’s oka--”
“Oh I definitely want to.” He laughs, “I can’t wait to see his smug little face when I do it, hah, fuck! Are you sure a cheek kiss will do the job? I mean, I can do anything you want me to, we could even makeout or... something.”
You could feel your face heat up as he said it, a clear image of you and him having sex somehow flashed in your head but you went to cover your face with your arms before you got too carried away in your mind. “D-Don’t say just anything, a, a kiss might work, b-but if you really want to makeout I could--”
“We have to practice, if we’re gonna makeout we have to make it look convincing before going back. The next set starts in 10 minutes, if we’re quick now we could get his attention and lure him into coming out front by the buses and then we could— mmph!”
You had pulled him down into a kiss by his neck, his body falling onto yours as you laid back onto the transformer. You could feel him melt into your frame, his hands holding himself up at either side of your head, and his chest heaving from the sudden attack. He pulled out of the kiss briefly, taking a deep breath.
“You could’ve warned me.”
“We don’t have time. In the time you rambled on I texted him that I was leaving out back, then sent another saying it wasn’t meant for him and to leave me alone. He’ll be here soon. So—”
This time he crashed his lips onto yours, and you could feel your chest constrict as you hummed against him. Your hands twirled through his hair as he pressed more passion into his kiss. This time you pulled back, “Have you ever made out with anybody?”
He shook his head no, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. “Let me get on top then, that way you don’t look… inexperienced.”
His scoff was more embarrassed than angry, but he complied, letting you trade places with him and trying his best to avoid looking down your shirt as you sat on his lap. “Is this okay? I don’t want to make you uncomfort—”
“Just kiss me (name), he’s probably leaving his fangirls already.”
“O-Okay, uh.. You can.. Put your hands on me, if you want. Wh-Wherever’s fine, I just, I think it’d be more convincing.” You say, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your panties at the image splayed out below you; A flushed, attractive young man pressed against the frame of a transformer box, sweaty from his first set, and in his uniform (which was so thin you could feel his dick beneath your thighs).
He grabbed you by your face, pulling you back to his lips while closing his eyes. You couldn’t help the small squeeze of your thighs as he rested one hand at the nape of your neck, nor the small gasp that he made when he felt it.
Taking the chance, you licked at his lower lip while his lips were parted, and instead of him squeezing them shut, he opened them a bit more. You dipped into his mouth slowly, his breathes huffing as you licked along his tongue, creeping underneath the wet muscle and pushing it up so he’d kiss back instead of just letting you tongue him down. He was hesitant at first, but when he swirled his tongue around yours, you let out a soft moan and his whole body reacted.
One of his hands left your neck, fingers trailing along your shoulder and down your arm, meeting your hand; you grabbed his wrist and he froze, but you brought his hand to your hip and he squeezed, his own moan echoing in your mouth. He froze again, pulling back and averting his eyes.
“If we keep going I might.. Get too.. excited.” He huffs.
“Tobio-kun,” You whimpered, getting his eyes to snap up at you, “If you’d let me, I’d really like it if, we could… go farther than. This.”
His jack went slack in awe, “(name), are you sure? I’ve never—“
“I have. Please, Tobio-kun, I.. I’ve actually really wanted to do this with you, even though you rejected me in middle school.”
The face he made looked like when you’d tell a child they’d be getting a puppy as a present. “Then, let’s do it. If you want to, I’ll do whatever— anything for you.”
You smiled, only half ignoring what he just confessed, kissing his lips once, twice and on the third you began moving across his jawline, travelling just under his ear, where you gave a small lick, another gasp escaping his chest. You bit down slightly, and kept on going, being careful not to leave any harsh marks. When you reached the collar of his uniform, you sat up, lifting the hem of his shirt up just an inch or two higher, and reaching for his shorts, where a constricted erection had already begun to form.
“Do you have a.. You know..” He interrupts your conquest.
“I take birth control, but I have one in my wallet if you want me to go grab it.” Said wallet was tossed somewhere you didn’t care to look when you’d initially pulled him down with you.
“N-No time, but, I.. I trust you, (name).” He says, hands bunching up the hem on your shirt.
You nodded, “I need you to lift your hips, so I can--”
“Ye-Yeah, of course.” The so-called tyrannical king didn’t look so evil right now, the shade of red splotched across his cheeks, the nervous biting of his lip, and averting eyes showed the complete opposite. He did as he was told, facing away as you lowered his shorts and briefs over his hips. You could drool at how hot he was, and you would have if you hadn’t gulped the saliva down as you eyed his sculpted v-line, and well-groomed pelvis. His cock twitched as you grabbed it, your hand wrapped around it so suddenly and despite him knowing you’d be doing it, he still grunted. You looked up at him as you pulled it out of it’s restraints. He watched you, eyes never leaving yours as you experimentally pumped him until he was fully erect.
“H-Hurry,” He said, pulling you back to hover over his torso, “I can hear footsteps.”
“Sit up, quick, against the wall.” You whispered.
After scrambling to get in position, you pulled your panties to the side, lining him up with your entrance before looking into his eyes. “Ready?”
He nods, “Please.”
You smile at him again, pressing the head into you with your fingers, watching him frantically pant, in fear of making noise. You moaned as you slide further down, his eyes squeezing shut in response, and head smacking back onto the wall as he let out a prolonged hiss.
“T..Tight. Squeezing. Too. much..”
“It’s okay, Kageyama-kun,” You cooed into the shell of his ear, “Just breathe, okay? Once he’s here you’ll probably be less worried about it being too intense.”
His jaw was sewn shut as he gritted his teeth, and his nails started digging into your hips whenever you’d drop down and meet his pelvis. You kissed him, pulling his attention to his lips as you waited for him to relax, and repeating the process when he did. He was an average length but thick, and once your body adjust to his girth you began sliding along his length, holding yourself up with one arm against the wall and the other keeping his hand on your hip.
He groaned while you dipped your hips around him, his other hand cupping your neck when he was comfortable enough to move freely. You left his mouth to just hover in front of his face, staring in his jet black eyes and stealing his breaths with your own harsh breathing, moaning softly every so often and he’d continue to relax.
“Y-You can go fas-faster if that's what you like. Don’t hold back because of me.” He said, and you smirked.
“Okay, but you asked for it.”
“Huh?-- NNHhgh!~” He groaned loudly as you sped up, riding him rougher, and adjusting to lean back to hold onto his thighs and moaning much more intensely. “Fuck.”
“You feel so good, Kageyama-kun~” You hum, tossing your head back and slamming yourself onto his cock. He was grunting more often now, and once he found your rhythm his hands gripped your hips with all his strength as he met your thrusts, and you found yourself back to holding up against the wall. “Fuck, of course, you wouldn’t let me hold the reigns for long, huh your majesty?”
He breathed out a chuckle, “You’re not seriously trash talking me right now are you?”
“Maybe. Who do you think will cum first if I meant it, Kageyama-sama?”
“Oh, fuck that. You’re cumming first either way, sweetheart.” He snapped, grinding your body against his faster, moving to grab you by your neck to still your jagged movements, but when you whimpered he chuckled. “You want me to choke you? Who would’ve guessed you were so masochistic, (name)?”
He squeezed and you cried out, “Fuck! You’re s-ss-sso--”
“So what, (name)?” He asked, “Open your eyes and try again.”
You snapped them open, that smug, cocky and competitive grin splayed against his face. “Damn f-fucking k-k-king.”
He hums, “You know, when you say it that way it doesn’t sound so bad.” His fingers gripped tighter, and he brought you into his shoulder as you whined loudly every time he scooted you forward, his cock ramming perfectly into the curve just outside your cervix.
You could feel another presence come around the corner but the rough way Tobio was rutting into you clouded your mind and had you releasing wanton moans.
“He’s here.” He whispered in your ear, you could feel the smirk in his voice. “He’s watching me fuck your tight pussy. You think he knows how much of a slut you are? I bet you planned this, huh? You wanted me to cave in, so you could have him watch you fuck his underclassman. You’re sadistic, aren’t you?” He looked over your shoulder to lock eyes with the upperclassman, throwing him a huge smirk as you cried out:
“Y-Yes!~” You moaned loudly, hoping Oikawa could hear you, unlike Tobio, “You feel so good, T-Tobio, uhhhn!~ I’m so--, fuck,” You gasp, his hand squeezing your neck tighter, “So— so close, fuck, yes, please! ~”
“Please, what, (name)? He says at normal volume, but Oikawa could hear him. He could tell by the way his fists balled up as he glared at the first year.
“Pl-Please let me cum, Kageyama-sama!” You cried, not even exaggerating anymore. He moaned softly, flashing his eyes up at you, the feigned harshness gone, and his sweet, kind eyes sent a silent signal that he was too close, you bit your lip and nodded slightly.
“Fine, then, c-cum on my cock, (name).” He wasn’t even watching as Oikawa stomped off, but he didn’t care anymore, you were so languish in his lap he kept his focus on not cumming first as he lifted you by both hands on your hips, bucking into your squishy walls while grunting, panting, and growling softly.
Your moans got louder, increasing by the octave, and he watched your face as you slammed your hands onto his shoulders, gripping his shirt and squeezing your eyes shut so tightly as your body shuddered, prolonged whines heaving out of your mouth, and walls fluttering so tightly he couldn’t stop himself to warn you as he began to cum, his own desperate, panting moans filling the air as you rode your orgasm down.
His hips twitched roughly as his final spurts of cum left him, your foreheads smashed together, his lips desperately kissing you. He had his hands finally release your bunched up skirt and rub up your back, smoothing over your shoulders and down your arms, his slender fingers wrapping around your wrists, pulling your hands off the wall and placing them to cup his face.
“I want you to know, (name)-chan. I’ve liked you ever since you asked me for my number.”
“Huh?” You said once you caught your breath, “Why didn’t you-- Didn’t you reject me?” You got off his lap, letting him pull his shorts back up.
“I didn’t think you would feel for me the way I did for you, so I thought you were pranking me for Toru back then.”
“Tch, well, what about what you just said?’ You say, “You still think I’m pranking you?”
“No, I… kinda got carried away, talking to you… like that.” He blushed, looking off to the side.
“Pfft, well you’re lucky I liked it. Don’t go calling every girl you have sex with a slut, okay? Not everybody is into that.”
“You’re the only slut for me, baka.” He says, half smiling at you.
“Fuck you, your royal highness, don’t you have a set to get to?”
His eyes widen quickly, “Shit!” He got up so fast, started to run, but coming back to give you a deep but chaste kiss. “Meet me by the buses afterwards!” He shouts as he begins sprinting back.
You shake your head in disbelief. What a funny dude.