blissful escape

you watch as nimi and mattsun run their hands up and down your body, slowly pulling off ur clothes without a care for whatever you’re trying to mumble out. your head tips forward, eyes trying to focus as you give a weak shove to nimi’s head as he settles between ur thighs shoving a few fingers into your cunt lazily pumping them in n out.

you mumble out again, not even coherent to yourself, only to have it swallowed down by mattsun moving his lips against yours, whining as nimi retracts his fingers making you squirm around when you feel something thicker push at ur entrance. the brain lag doesn’t allow you to register he doesn’t have a condom on, you can barely even register the sloppy lip lock with mattsun.

mattsun who’s taking your hand and shoving it down his pants making you grab at his half hard cock, guiding your hand. youur attention is brought back to nimi, the way he’s damn near pulling all the way out, then slamming back in has your intoxicated mind reeling. when has he ever shown such effort before? you try to groan, indicate your discomfort at his unrelenting movements when there was a distinct lack of prep but all you can manage is a half giggle, half moan as mattsun continues to ravage your mouth.

there’s a moment of stark sobriety when you feel nimi twitch inside of you, the sound of him cussing fuzzy in your ears as you feel his cum spilling into you. you clench down on him, with way your body burns and the tightness in your belly you think you’re coming, but the faintly pleasant sensation doesn’t last long as nimi pulls out and settles back onto the couch beside you, sparking the blunt he had rolled earlier. you feel his fingers tangle into your hair as he pulls you away from mattsun and slots his lips against yours, without warning he exhales sharply forcing you to choke down the smoke he had been holding.

with a few coughs tumbling from you, your mind reels as mattsun pulls you onto his lap, you feel like a thread is being pulled at your forehead, pulling, pulling until you feel it connect with mattsun’s shoulder. without warning you feel him guide his cock to your entrance, and with a bruising dig of his fingers into your hip, he slams you down onto his cock. he’s bigger than nimi and the burn pulls you into another moment of sobriety making you let out something between a moan and a pained groan, earning u an amused chuckle from both men.

you hiss at the feeling of mattsun continuing to dig his fingers so sharply into your hips forcing you to bounce up and down in his lap making u take his cock deeper and deeper, faster and faster, the pain overlapping with the pleasure and the feeling of melting away wracking through your body.

with one last hard thrust you throw your head back, hands flying up to grip at his shoulders. this time as the heat and electricity course through your veins mattsun is kind enough to fuck you through it grounding you. he hooks his hand around the back of your neck and yanks you forward, biting down on your collar bone as you feel him cum inside you. he lets you flop onto the couch unceremoniously between him and nimi, you think you hear yourself whine but you’re brain is trying to make sense of your body feeling so heavy and spent, cum starting to dribble out of your abused cunt and distantly aware you’ll wake up naked and alone.

“don’t wanna.” you pant out arching your back against the wall as he continues to drive into you, his thrusts begin to slow, forcing you to pull away and meet his gaze. one of the hands hooked under your thighs shoots out grabbing harshly at your cheeks, forcing your head to turn towards the sink mirror.

“look at you, getting fucked by a disgusting,” he grinds his hip up against you, a jolt of raw pleasure shoots through your body, “loser,” his grip on your face tightens, “skate rat.”

“sh-shut up.” you grit out feeling yourself struggle to clench around him. he lets out a low laugh, completely stopping any movement. you wiggle your hips against him, chewing at your lip as you try to create some sort of movement.

“yeah?” he presses his body further against, steeling his posture, leaving you practically hanging as you grip at his shoulders and desperately trying to move against him.

“mattsun, just move.” you blink away the tears threatening to spill over, hoping he doesn’t notice, but the second your eyes meet in the reflection of the mirror you know there’s no hope for any compliance.

“cry for me.” he grins, his words said a little too sweetly as he releases the harsh grip on your face. there’s a flurry of movement you barely register, the hand still hooked under your left thigh tightens it’s grip while his other hand grabs onto the back of your right knee, raising your leg higher, forcing it back. without any hesitation he begins to thrust unrelentingly into you. you squeeze your eyes shut, helplessly letting him pound into you, trying to savor the warmth blooming deep in your belly.

“i’m gonna, i’m gonna-”

“what? you’re gonna cum? you wanna come on my cock?” his words twist around your mind, the familiar tightness seizing at your muscles as you throw your head forward, knocking against his jaw as you clench around him.

“god i...” you feel your head lull forward and eyelids droop as exhaustion washes over you. the sudden ragdolling of your body doesn’t seem to bother matsukawa as he continues to drive into you. you have no choice but to stay there, pinned against the wall taking every thrust, head spinning. you feel a shudder tear through his body, hissing at the sensation of him cumming inside of you. with little care he let’s go of your legs one at a time, watching as your knees buckle and you slide down against the wall.

“until next time.” he tucks himself into his pants, shoots you a half-interested smirk and with a wave of his hand, he’s out the door.

The thought made you open your eyes and your cheeks grow hotter. You pulled fast away and looked down. Oikawa opened his eyes and straightened up, self satisfaction glowing on his face.

“You’re so shy Y/N-chan! Do I excite you that much?”

“Shut up Tooru, you know what you did.”

Laughing his musical laugh, he caught your hand that went to smack his chest and yanked you against him, placing his hands on your love handles and pulling you even closer. His warmth was heavenly, and you settled into him very quickly. This was your 4th date, and it was going to be a very important one.

You were going to tell him you loved him.

It may seem early, but you knew that it was true, and you had known ever since you met him.

Nerves were running high which was why you were glad at home calming choice of setting. This time, he had taken you to his favourite picnic spot under the cherry blossom, whole hamper prepared.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you two watched the pink petals fall, the couples walk hand in hand, and the pair of girls from Sejoh waving at you two.

Or rather, waving at one of you.

“Oikawa-senpai!” the shortest of the two called as they walked towards your blanket.

“Oh dear,” he mutters, pulling you tighter to his front, hands on your waist. He leans his head down to your ear, and you shiver as he whispers. “Brief intrusion, Y/N-chan. This won’t take a moment.”

“Fancy seeing you here senpai!” a taller one continued, ignoring you completely.

“We haven’t seen you at all recently, have you been avoiding us?”, the short one said, pouting.

Ew, you thought.

Tooru laughed in a polite yet strained way, and shook his head.

“Of course not, I’ve just been busy with practice and dates,” he gave you a soft squeeze, as if to tell the girls that this was not a good time, “you know how it is.”

“I suppose... Will you make it up to me by buying me a milk carton? You do owe me, remember?”

He exhaled in exasperation.

“Sure thing,” he said through gritted teeth, patience wearing thin. Reluctantly, he pulled away from you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll be back soon.”

You gave him a soft “ok” as he walked away, looking back at you every now and then.

The girls smiled as they watched him go, but as their heads turned to you, their faces dropped into a scowl. The short girl cleared her throat before speaking.

“So um, y/n was it?”

You nod cautiously.

“I think it’s only fair you know, before you and Tooru-senpai started dating, me and him were kind of a thing.”

“Oh?” you say. You’ve never once heard Tooru talk about this girl before, you didn’t even know her name.

“Yeah, oh. And I want him back. So you better step out of the way before i make you step out of the way.”

You let out a shocked scoff. She couldn’t be serious.

“I’m sorry?” You said slowly.

“You heard me. I don’t even know what he’s doing with you. You are nothing like his type, he’s only doing this out of guilt really. We can all see it.”

You scoffed again, but her words stung. This was everything you had been worried about, that it was all a lie, because how could he actually be interested in you? But Tooru assured you that he wanted you more than anyone else, more than anyone he’s ever wanted before. You wanted to believe him, but it was hard when all these attractive people were throwing themselves at him, how could he genuinely want to stick with you? You began to tear up, overwhelmed and conflicted. You had to get away from them and collect your thoughts.

“Um, maybe you’re right,” you let out a throaty laugh, barely hiding a little sob,

“I’ll back off, see you around.”

You got up and hastily turned away, walking to the car park where Oikawa’s car was. You would wait for him to get back and take you home or something.

Of course you weren’t really going to break up with him, you just wanted the girls to let you be. But they didn’t know that, and nor did your boyfriend.

When he got back to your blanket and didn’t see you, he was anxious to say the least. He never wanted you to leave his sight, which you thought was so sweet, so the prospects of leaving you to even go get the milk was stressful enough.

“Where did Y/N go?”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about them anymore, they said they were gonna break up with you.”

Panic swarmed his stomach.

Y/N is leaving me?

“What are you talking about?”

Y/N can’t leave.

“Yeah, just told us and left, but you don’t have to-“

Y/N can’t leave.

“Which way?”

Y/N can’t leave!

“To the car park I guess? But what i’m trying to say is-“

He had already started towards the car park, but the short girl caught him by the arm. He was absolutely seething.

“What?” he growled through gritted teeth. The girl seemed unperturbed.

“Tooru-senpai, if you’d let me finish,” she giggled and his stomach twisted in rage.

Time was wasting! You would already be gone if he took any longer!

“I think you should forget about them, they weren’t good enough for you anyway. I mean, everyone knows you only dated Y/N out of pity. Why don’t we-“

“If you don’t let go of my arm, I’m going to break your legs.”

Both girls gasped and the short one stepped back.

“T-Tooru Senpai-!”

“I’m not your senpai. You’re in the same year as me. Never speak to me or Y/N again.”

“I-I’m sorry Oikawa.”

They had never seen such pure, cold rage in the school darling’s eyes before. They both shivered as he gave them one more cold glance and started in the direction of the cars, breaking into a run halfway there. Now that the girls were dealt with, he had to find you. Convince you to stay. Make you.

He broke past a cluster of trees and saw you, leaning against his car. A little sigh of relief left his mouth and his pace slowed. You were still here, probably to break up with him, but here all the same.

It would be easier this way.

You had been on your phone, scrolling mindlessly to distract yourself until your boyfriend came. You looked up and smiled, a little tearful.

“Hey Tooru.”

But soon, your comfort was replaced with worry. He looked manic, a frenzy in his eyes the likes of which you had never seen.

“Tooru? Are you alright?”

“Why are you crying?” he said bluntly, save his usual smugness. Your tears had caught him off guard, he was expecting you to be waiting for him solemnly.

“I’m not c-crying.”

Very convincing, you thought.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Tell me, now.” He was serious, much more serious than you had ever seen him.

“It’s- it’s nothing, don’t worry about it. I’m overreacting anyway. What’s up with you Tooru, you look like you saw a ghost.”

He blinked at you, unperturbed by your questioning, and took a step towards you. When you didn’t move away, he got right up close to you and took your face in his hand.

“Please tell me what’s wrong Y/N-chan. Maybe I can fix it.”

I’ll make you stay.

“Oh it’s stupid really it’s just... those girls...”

His gaze was intense, and you wanted to look away but his hands kept you looking back at him, “Well, they just said that... I’m nothing like your type, and that you’re only with me out of guilt. The little one said she wanted you back, and that I should just get out of the way.”

You paused. Tooru wasn’t speaking. Unbeknownst to you, a cold, violent, merciless rage was filling him up, blurring his vision.

How dare that skank think she has the right to speak to Y/N in that way? To speak to Y/N at all? His Y/N?

Stupid slut.

She would get her comeuppance, Oikawa would make certain of that.

“Please say something,” your voice was just above a whisper.

His pupils had become pin pricks, and his stare was far away. His silence made you nervous, as if he was figuring a way to break the truth to you.

He was brought away from his fantasy of torturing the girl until she begged to kiss your shoes by your precious voice.

Ah yes, he had to not be scary for you.

His revenge could wait.

“Y/N-chan. Listen to me right now,” He brought his thumb across your cheek comfortingly, eyes full of adoration.

“You are absolutely perfect. There is no one else for me. I can’t stand the thought of being with anyone but you. You’re mine, and I’m yours forever, ok?”

You nodded, tears filling your eyes again.

“Ok Tooru. Thank you.”

Tooru was too sweet.

He smiled and pulled you into a warm embrace, strong arms pulling your bodies together. He buried his face in your shoulder, and your arms came to clutch onto the back of his shirt, breathing in his smell.

“I didn’t even like those girls before. They were annoying, and they always kept me from seeing you after practice,” he mumbled into your shoulder, making you giggle.

The final straw comes in the shape of a classmate asking if you’d like to go on a double date. She winks and promises he’s cute, and before you can blink, Atsumu is already replying on your behalf: “Don’t make the poor guy suffer. She’s such a big prude and will probably get a heart attack from hanging out with a guy. Do you know she hasn’t even had her first kiss yet?”

His pranks are cruel. Maybe it starts out small like displacing your stationary and then escalates to taking your phone and scrolling through the pictures, laughing at the so-called racy ones. You don’t notice how smoothly he maneuvers the pictures to his contact before deleting all the evidence.

Utter. Utter humiliation is what he makes you feel. A doormat can only be stepped on so many times. You gather your courage and attempt to tell him you hate how he treats you, how he embarrasses you in front of other people by pointing out your mistakes, calls you awkward, and then brushes all the venom over with a “You know I’m joking right?”

“Jesus Christ, it’s not my problem you can’t take a fucking joke with that stick up your ass. No wonder no one actually fucking likes you. People just tolerate your existence but no one actually likes you. You know that right?”

Osamu is a different story. Truth be told, you’re hesitant to befriend anyone with the same face as your tormentor, no matter how handsome it may be. But when he’s your partner for a project, you’re surprised by how hardworking and efficient he is.

He respects you when you say you don’t want to meet at his house, and doesn’t ask any questions. In comparison to his twin who was always invading your personal space, and had his nose in your business like a guard dog, Osamu’s supposed indifference is a breath of fresh air.

Osamu is kind. Osamu treats you well. He's chivalrous without expecting anything in return. He doesn't act like he's entitled to your body or kindness or words or vulnerability.

So even if you're stammering through your confession, you're proud of yourself for being brave enough. You just wanted to get your feelings out, knowing that even if Osamu didn't reciprocate, he'd be gentle.

Why would I ever go out with my brother's sloppy seconds?

His words echo into your head, reverberating so loud that it sends you into shock

He simply sneers and walks away, like you weren't worth any more attention.

You want to curl up and die. You'll just never talk to them again. Never interact. Everything will be okay again.

Except it isn't.

Atsumu still pretends to be your friend, his arm enveloped around your shoulders. Everyone thinks you're so lucky to have someone like him- like he's not whispering into your ear how he wants to bend you over the desk and fuck you in front of everyone.

Osamu joins in too. You spend your lunches cushioned between them, their hands on your thighs, and when you're disassociating and not paying attention, your kind gentle gray-haired crush asks if you've always been so dense and stupid.

Except he's not even really talking to you. His blond twin kisses the shell of your ear before laughing, "Yeah she's such a fucking airhead."

You watch their practices from the bleachers sitting as demurely as you can. Suna's yellow eyes follow your form up the steps, "No. Seriously" he scoffs, "Is she your guys' girlfriend or something? Why is she always here?"

The twins share a smile.

"More like a pet" Atsumu offers.

scumbag kenma who you can never leave because he has an entire collection of media ranging from upskirt shots to pictures of you with your face painted in his cum, the viscous cream clumping together your lashes, and close up videos of your pussy getting spilt open on his fat cock that he uses to blackmail you.

he promises no one will ever see them as long as you keep him happy <3333