Mania | Yandere Oikawa

chapter twenty nine

you smell like love

Trigger warnings - sexually explicted scenes, nudness, oral.
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You stared at those beautiful brown eyes — they no longer appeared dull and dark but resembled the beautiful color of a woody forest that pulled you in the more you stared. The gleam from your lamp on your desk made his eyes light up like little pools of honey. You started to notice how warm and inviting they looked and how the pupil expanded ever so slightly as Oikawa would always lean in to kiss you.

The bedroom was dark like the night. Even though it was dark, it felt comfortable. You didn't know if the older boy's presence made you feel safe or that you were in your bedroom, but you enjoyed the feeling. The feeling of being safe. You felt like you weren't on your own. You could finally be dependent.

"What have you been waiting to do since Hanamaki's party?" You questioned him innocently — you remember that night. His touches along your body, to the wet, hastily kisses that went across your neck, and the pressure of his body on yours. That night.

Oikawa moved his hands up to the waistband of your sweatpants, playing with the hem of it. You felt his fingertips brush against the exposed skin; warm. "You really going to make me say it out loud, huh?" His lips curved up to a small smirk. His movements didn't stop as he slowly pulled down your pants. You felt the coldness from the air-conditioning prickle your skin.

Were you really going to do this?

The doubts started to cloud your thoughts. Was he going to judge you? You were even wearing something appealing? You had granny panties on for god sake. You weren't even thinking this would ever happen when you came home. Tooru Oikawa was in your bedroom. Something you never thought would ever happen.

"I'm not sure," You whispered and grabbed his hands to stop the movement. Your pants sat on your knees, and Oikawa just stared at you in confusion. "I'm not, you know." You sprawled your hands out motioning what you wanted to say without saying anything.

"Y/N, let me just make you feel good. I don't care about all of that." He admitted and leaned forward to press a small kiss to your lips. All your doubts just vanished away with that simple kiss, you gave him a nod and he processed to go back to what he was doing before.

When you felt his tongue, you jumped. Oikawa's tongue dragged along your skin as he sinks down between your thighs, spreading them open to stare at your cunt. Your underwear was thrown somewhere across the room with your sweatpants. You covered your hands towards your hot face. It felt embarrassing being this exposed. Your whole body felt hot. When did the room become so hot?

Oikawa pressed small, fleeting kisses on your inner thighs, they quickly turned to love bites. You felt the small bits of pain caused by the bites. You peeked through your fingers to see the damage but you meet eyes with Oikawa. The way he stared at you made you almost close your legs, but he kept them open.

The boy stopped what he was doing, as you watched him. He then slowly leaned fully down and did a long swipe through your cunt. The sensation felt weird. You had never felt something like that before, nor could you ever explain it. He wrapped his soft lips around your clit. You reached forward, spreading your finger through his soft brown locs, trying to have some sort of control of this situation. You didn't know what to do. He hummed around you, sucking and licking against your clit. You felt the vibrations through your whole body, and let out a moan. You didn't even mean to, but it came out.

Oikawa's brown eyes bored into yours the whole time as he switched to lapping at your entrance. You wanted to twist out of the grip that Oikawa had on your legs to keep you in place. The sensation was overclouding your judgment. He licked around your cunt, before settling back onto your clit. The pressure and warmth from his mouth made you moan out again. He curled his tongue around the nub, giving it an extra sensation that brought tears to your eyes.