𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

(xxii) dress

nsfw content ahead

the music was very loud and your head was spinning.

the only thing you could feel were oikawa's large hands on your waist, your back to his chest. and his breath was hot, which you felt on your collarbone as you were leaning into him.

it was only a few seconds before he was leading you into a room in the back of the club, his hand pressing your lower back.

oikawa was sweaty and his figure was bulkier than one would think. he was able to pin you to the wall as soon as the door was locked.

his kisses were sloppy. deep and meaningful and they reminded you of-

you gasped as you pulled away abruptly, still holding tooru's face. you just wanted to kiss someone without thinking about him. was that so hard?

"you okay?", oikawa breathed, making you look up at him. one of his hands was still clipping your waist, rubbing circles into your skin.

"i'm sorry", you shook your head, as if trying to clear it, "fuck, i'm sorry i-"

"don't apologise", he scolded, slowly leading you away from the wall, "come, sit down"

you felt fucking horrible. seriously, you were making it about you on a night that was supposed to be all about him.

"you seem different", tooru observed, carefully reaching for your face as you took a seat next to him.

"it's nothing", you denied, smiling but not quite finding it in you to kiss him again- that is, without the threat of thinking of osamu again.

"you look hurt", tooru squeezed your hand.

you tensed up and he moved closer to you, knowing he was right.

"you were seeing someone when we met earlier this year", he pieced together, sighing heavily, "and now here you are"

"here i am", you gave him a small nod.

despite the fact that there was a party being thrown in his honour a few feet away, he kissed the side of your head and whispered, "do you wanna talk about it?"

you shook your head and laughed, "no, i don't wanna talk about it. i'd honestly rather just forget all about it"

a confident smirk formed on oikawa's lips at that, as if he had the perfect solution to your problem, "well i can-"

there was a vigorous knock on the door, followed by a long and slightly buzzed drawl from the outside. a familiar and reliable one.

"did you guys start without me????", the voice of the other ferrari driver made you raise your eyebrows in amusement.

oikawa rephrased, "we can help you forget"

intrigue filled you, followed by a rush of spontaneity as you nodded and he let bokuto koutarou into the room.

"hi y/n-chan", he smiled, his silver and black hair falling messy. he looked a little more unkempt than he usually would, but it somehow added to his charm.

you looked at oikawa, who was looking at him and then back at you, nodding. gesturing that he definitely wouldn't mind another person getting in on the action.

you took bokuto's outstretched hand, gasping as he tugged at it to bring you close and pressed his lips to yours, moving against them till you could taste the alcohol on his tongue.

you were nervous despite being a little buzzed, a funny feeling appearing in your stomach and straight down to your center.

his hand slid inside your top while the other reached your ass, grabbing unapologetically.