MY PERVERT | T.Oikawa

18.Trapped - part 1

It's been a week since you and Oikawa became friends. Your classmates didn't find it weird that you suddenly became buddy buddy with Oikawa because he is a person who befriends everyone with his charms, so they thought it was inevitable and left you alone.

Oikawa was in his usual form daily, joking and irritating you. However, Y/N didn't mind it at all. But Y/N did notice something; Oikawa looked exhausted for some reason.

Sometimes he's asleep throughout the class, so your interaction with him is reduced.

Y/N didn't meddle in much. What she wanted was that Oikawa never reveal what he saw.

It was lunch break, and you were leaning over an old window panel that had a high arch with an old Japanese-style design. The hallway was empty as you looked at the solemn silence.

Y/N sat near the window as she crossed her legs covered in semi-transparent black stocking.
You heard footsteps approaching but didn't mind checking who it was.

"Senpai, are you waiting for someone?"

You heard a girl's voice, sweet and innocent. A sly smile creeped up on your face. You didn't look at her; you just casually started to hum a familiar tune and looked outside the window panel.

"I'm just passing time," you responded with a low voice, and you glanced at the girl without turning your head.

It was a second year; wavy black hair trickled down her sides with curious grey eyes that turn green when sunlight touches her vision.

"Beautiful eyes," you thought.

Y/N now moved her head and looked at the girl with full attention. You placed both of your hands on the side of the window and leaned back, letting your legs hang in the air.

"Do you want something?" You asked, cocking your head on the side and checking out the girl from top to bottom.

The girl seemed nervous, but she stepped closer. "Ugh, I was just wondering why you were sitting alone in the empty hallways."

Y/N chuckled and looked at the girl cockily. "Nothing much, just simply contemplating the vast existence of life." You heard a hitched sound from the girl. She looked excited as she bit her pink lips.

You leaned forward, looking into the girl's eyes, contemplating if you should say something about her unique eye colour.

You spoke in a whispered tone, as if you were sharing secrets of forbidden lore."I adore your beautiful eyes." As you genuinely complimented her, you looked at her pink lips and smiled shamelessly.

The girl finally closed the distance between you too, and you could hear her heavy breathing.

She is nervous. She wanted to do something. She is ready to go for it.

You saw this coming. You knew junior girls had a thing for you, and they got a kick whenever you gave them your attention. Some of them are closeted, and some of them are still confused about their sexuality.
It's that slight touch of y/n that throws them off and awakens the trapped desire coiled inside their vessel. Sometimes you wonder if you have the 'Midas Touch' but instead of turning things gold, you have the talent of awakening people's hidden desires, often triggering their unexplored sexuality.

The green-eyed vixen encased her body by trapping you as she leaned towards your height. "Nobody has ever told me that my eyes are adored," the girl nervously whispered.

She's feisty, you thought.

Deep chuckles emerged from your throat, and you saw the girl squirming with her thighs.

You touched the girl's cheeks, slowly painting with blushed cheeks "I'd be damned" you rubbed your thumbs over her jawline "It's the most beautiful eyes; I could see the whole enchanted forest pool in here, stretched far back in the shadows of trees".

Y/N tucked the girl's hair behind her ears as you recited those lines, which made the girl shy. You could hear the pounding heart, and you knew you didn't want to mess with this one. This girl is hauntingly beautiful, and you know innocent ones like these get obsessed and take things far away.

You pulled the girl's wavy hair and played with it, waiting for her response. The girl couldn't say anything, as if time had stopped for her.

You cocked your head and decided to push her buttons a little bit more. You leaned closer towards her lips without touching them, and the visage of her face was unmoving, ready to accept what was coming.

You heard foot steps approaching your direction two minutes ago, so you were prepared just in case. "Kouhai chan, the lunchbreak will be over in 10 minutes," you whispered on her lips without touching them. A light chuckle left your lips.

The girl suddenly heard the noise of approaching laughter from the solemn hallway.

The girl moved away from you with a shocked face that was blooming with a blush red tint. "Forgive me, Senpai. I...I didn't mean to do that."

"Forgive you for what? I'm sorry, I don't understand. "You casually stood up and brushed past the girl as if nothing happened.

The girl stood there without moving. She looked embarrassed. "Atsuki chan, what're you doing there alone?" You saw the approaching group of junior girls calling the little vixen. They looked excited and started to smile when they saw you.

You greeted them and walked away in the distance, leaving your fan girls in the dust.

"Atsuki huh? That name does suit her greenish blue eyes," you spoke with your soliloquy.

After the lunchbreak, Y/N decided to skip the class. Things started to get boring for you as you moved between school and home.

Y/N was sitting in the old library of Aoba Johsai. The school library is famous for its ancient architecture, adorned with valuable books from generations old. There is a second floor in the vast library that nobody visits. It has an old, noisy staircase that leads upstairs, giving a grand view of the library. The windows are structured in a gothic style, with tall glass panels giving out a splendid view of the Seijoh sports tracks.

Y/N sat near her usual cosy place and took her current read. It's just plot with smut, and you like it just the way it is. Nothing too complicated, just morally grey men with their honed sexual cravings on ink. Put simply, your blood runs on filthy smut, and you love it. The library is your personal fourth wall, impenetrable and enclosed in the comforting, drifting smell of antique books.

It gives you a sense of a secluded protagonist in control of their own world, looking outside the window of reality, which is the playground bustling with students, and watching their story unfold as you immerse yourself in another world.

A strong scent of honeysuckle wafted over your nose. A familiar scent that shouldn't be here. With their hard chin pressed against the top of your head, you felt the presence of the unwelcomed guest as they leaned in.

"You take me so well. Little monster. Jeremy pulled Rika's hair and thrusted his hips."

You heard Oikawa Tooru's voice reading out the lines from your book.
Oikawa was resting his chin on top of your head as his eyes brushed through the lines you anointed with your pink marker.

"Is this the kind of thing you're into?" Oikawa spoke unfazed.

You didn't have the time to process everything as Oikawa read the forbidden lines from your book inside the library. You pushed your head forward as you hugged your book in shame.

"What the fuck! Oikawa?? What're you doing here?" Y/N questioned Oikawa with anger and shame.

"I saw you sneaking inside the library, so I thought, why not follow you?" You saw the cocky grin on his lips.

"That book looks interesting; will you lend it to me y/n chan?" Suddenly, Oikawa trapped you in your chair by leaning down and holding each side of the chair with his muscular hands.

You glared into his eyes.

You saw the sinister smile forming on his lips.

What is it with people today? trapping me with their arms! Damn it!!