𓍢ִ໋ ㅤ 𝗝UST A STRANGER 、t. oikawa .ᐟ 𓈒 ׄ ׅ

▬▬▬ ❛ ❏ 17. 𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗥 𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗥 !

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ﹠ CHAPTER SEVENTEEN ⸝⸝
♡︎ LIAR LIAR !

KUROO TURNS HIS head to his roommate, his eyes falling straight to the envelope between his fingers. His gaze widens and he immediately averts his look, swallowing his embarrassment and putting up the biggest poker face he could muster. "Did you steal this from (n/n)-chan?"

Kuroo utters not a word. Bokuto knows what that silence means. Tense and empty: he's guilty. The male only sighs, his head shaking softly in disbelief. Bokuto has never seen you and Kuroo like this. First, repeated arguments and silent treatments to stealing? What has happened to the two of you? "Kuroo?—"

"—It's not what it looks like," his voice finally breaks from silence. His tone is low... almost shameful. "I took it because I think it's why (y/n) has been acting so weird..." he sits up, patting the seat beside him for Bokuto to sit. The man comes around the corner of the couch, side-eyeing Kuroo as he sits beside him. Kuroo takes the envelope from Bokuto's fingers, which leaves the male confused and suspicious. "Look at that," his finger points to the faded stamp in the corner.

"Doesn't that look like some sort of family crest? Or, at least, a stamp from a very rich person?" Bokuto nods. He understands that much. "If I'm right, and it's from some wealthy person...that could explain where she's been getting all her money. I took it to..study it to see if I could recognize the crest- or at least find some defining factor on it that could help determine who it's from."

"But why? Maybe she just got a housekeeper job for a rich family?" Bokuto tried to reason. As much as he sees Kuroo's point and understands his point of view, he can't get behind the thievery. It's not right, and it's not his business to dig through. "Maybe..but I don't believe that. If that was the case, she could've just told me that, besides, there's something fishy going on and I just want to make sure (n/n) is okay."

Bokuto still finds himself uneasy with the whole ordeal, but he's not up to arguing. With a brief sigh, the male is swiping away the conversation and shaking his head once more, standing up and squeezing past the ravenette. "Wh-where are you going?!"

"This isn't right, Kuroo. We're going back tomorrow and you're putting that letter back where you found it. G'night,"

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"Are you kidding?" you question, your body turning to the man behind you, allowing your eyes to catch a glimpse of his flat features. "I don't have time to lie. It's a simple 'yes' or 'no'." Oikawa responds. His hands slap in annoyance against the leather arms of the desk chair. Silence befalls the study as you ponder over the offer, your fingers toying with the stringed hem of your cotton pleated skirt. Your position in his lap makes it harder for you to think. Your thighs smooshed against the fabric of his slacks, his stiff erection sitting and throbbing in the warmth of your cunt. He requested you cockwarm him the minute you stepped through the door, and to you now, that seems like an eternity ago.

Your mind is foggy with thoughts of him taking you then and there, clouding your mind and rendering your thought process slow. Oikawa is quick to catch onto your mental situation, smirking to himself as his left arm snakes around your waist, slithering up your skirt and finding your clit, fingertips dancing around the bud before catching it between two fingers, pinching and rolling it. "You're an asshole," You swallow a yelp but it sneaks from your lips in a low moan, his smile growing as he presses himself against your back. "Not hearing a no..." he sings. His voice is low in your ear, breath fanning over your ear as his fingers play lazily with your clit. With a shudder, you're shaking your head, planting your palms on the armrests.

"You're not hearing a 'yes' either. Orientation is on the 22nd and school starts on the 5th...I can't go across the world right now," you peel his arms from you, turning around to face him once more. Although you didn't want to decline, Oikawa had a knack for putting you in the wrong places at the wrong times. So far, almost every outing with him has run on the lesser side of luck, and you aren't too fond of seeing how this one would end. "Are you really going to pass up a free trip to New York for an orientation?"

You scoff in response, your eyes rolling and your head shaking. You're annoyed. He's persistent in his asking, his tone mocking as the words leave his mouth. "Indeed I am. I have way too much to do before classes begin—"

"I'll have you back before your orientation. ...And I'll pay you for each day we're there. Deal?" the brunette speaks. He leans his back against the chair once again, his elbows planting into the armrests and his hands joining to intertwine his fingers. You giggle at his response, stuffing down small laughs. "Why do you even want me to go so badly?"

"..You gonna miss me while you're gone or something?" you tease. Now, he's the one scoffing, his tongue swiftly running over his teeth as a small smile breaks over his lips. "Don't I pay you for your services? Don't get ahead of yourself," he says with an eye roll. "I'm meeting with a business partner of mine, and it'd be nice to have some company. I'm not going to beg or ask again, so, are you sure you don't want to go?"

You don't know what's changed with him since the last time you two met up, but he seems to be...nicer now. He's seemingly molding into the traditional sugar daddy, and though the situation is unethical in all sorts, you can't help but be happy about it. With a defeated sigh and slump into his chest, "Fine. I'll go."

𝓢AV SPEAKS ! ⋆ ་ ᳝     short chapter ik ik . . . hopefully i'll be updating more often / be more active since school is finally coming to an end n i've dropped my other . . things c: obv not making any promises but 🫣🫣