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

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♡︎  ANOTHER ROUND !

"WAIT! What about your house staff, won't they hear u—" Your body bounced off the mattress as he tosses you onto the bed, the softness of the mattress cushioning your fall. Ten minutes earlier you had arrived, waiting in the hall as he finished up work. He met you in the hall, tugging you roughly by your arm up the steps, dragging you to his bedroom. "Shut up."

He grunts the words out, yanking his slacks down and pouncing on top of you, fiddling with the button of your jeans. Getting your pants undone was simple, the pull of his hand sliding the tough fabric down your legs. He hadn't said anything since he silenced you, a wired focus on stripping you inducing you both into a beating silence. He's evidently angry, the emotion radiating off of his build, intimidating you into cowering beneath his gaze. Everything happened so fast, you couldn't even register when he'd slipped your shirt off and hooked his fingers under the band of your panties. "Wait— slow dow—"

He huffs, peeling the fabric of your underwear from your skin. He shoves the garment into your mouth, gagging you. With that evil glint shining in his eyes, you swallow any defiance waiting to come up, gulping audibly. "I told you to shut the fuck up."

Your eyebrows knit together at his words, your sight narrowing as he utters the words with diluted disgust. He grabs ahold of your torso, flipping you over onto your stomach. He perches your ass in the air, his hand smoothing over your back to contort your frame into an arch. Your face is shoved into the mattress, embarrassed protests muffled against the layers of plush fabric. He grabs your arms, crossing the limbs over each other as he lays them on your back, his left hand holding them down. His right-hand drops down to your cunt, his middle finger dipping in between your folds. He teases around your hole as he drags the tip of his finger languidly around. Your breath is hitched, sucked in, and held in your throat as you await penetration.

You feel him pull away from you — only to hear the sound of spit splat on his cock, the wet clicks sounding through the room as he coats his dick in a thin sheen of saliva. You hear him sigh, your hips wiggling as he does so. He grabs onto you once more, positioning before your entrance, pushing into your hole. Your mouth gapes, eyes squeezing shut. You shudder, the protruding veins of his cock stroking against your sensitive walls. A whine falls from you, your cunt contracting around his girth. "Needy little bitch,"

He grunts, sliding out of you slowly, dragging his dick along your walls before plunging back into you, the tip kissing the deepest part inside you. Your eyes brim with tears, your jaw slacking open to release low babbles of "yes, fuck! right there, yes!!". The first of many orgasms bubbles in your gut, the overwhelming feeling burning in your veins. He's churning your insides so good, erupting a violent orgasm from your cunt. You shake and whine, clamp around his cock and leak the substance around his length, soiling the sheets in your cum.

He hadn't given you a moment to gather yourself, continuing incessant and harsh thrusts into you, ramming inside of you with full strength. His thrusts are angry, fucking up into you with a severity that could simply shatter your bones. You're overstimulated, your brain turning to mush. A scream rips from your throat as you rattle beneath his touch, coming undone on his cock. Muffled and broken, your sobs wrack your body, saliva and tears soaking through the fabric.

Oikawa stops his ministrations, only momentarily, to slide his cock from you — still hard and throbbing as your cum drips from his girth. He yanks you upward by your neck, ripping your panties from your teeth, "I'm not done with you. Keep your fucking mouth shut,"

"And be a good slut, yeah?"

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"Ah, Miss Kandi!" The old man, who you now know as Eguchi, cheerily exclaims, grinning up at you. You keep a tight grip on the railing, stepping down the stairs with caution, your body fatigued. "Mr. Oikawa is awaiting your presence in the dining hall. Allow me to show you the way," Eguchi extends his hand out towards you as you reach the end of the stairs, that warm and kind smile plastering across his face again. You cheese, sliding your hand into his palm, allowing him to assist you down the last stair.

You thank him, following him through the many of halls that makes up Oikawa's home. The man details small attributes of each hall and room they pass, as if she was a tourist visiting the estate. It wasn't long until you reached the dining area, the large door similar to the one confining his study closing the area. Eguchi knocked on the door, making his presence known to his boss, who replied with a muffled 'enter'.

"Eguchi said you wanted to see me?" You speak, throwing the door open. It closes behind you with a bang, the noise grabbing the attention of the man. He stood at the far end of the grand dining table, his eyes glued to the portrait of himself that hung above the wall. He clearly loves himself. "I never said I wanted to see you,"

His tone is harsh, mimicking the harshness from earlier. "I stated I needed to speak with you." You silently mock him, your eyes rolling and hands dropping to your sides. You walk towards the table, leaning on the back of the dining chair on your end. "What is it?"

He scoffs, a chortle escaping his lips. You're humorous to him. "Still mouthy, huh? Here I thought you would've learned by now." You want to punch him. Your fist balls, your eye twitching in irritation.

"Takes a lot more than sex to shut me up." your remark is snarky, your tone thick as you utter the words. You cross your arms over your chest, the chipped manicure of your nails flashing in view as you tap your fingers on your biceps. He huffs, digging into his pocket, pulling an envelope from his slacks. He walks to the middle of the table, sliding the envelope down the length of the table. "Then maybe this will,"

You eye it warily, your fingers hazardously ghosting over the paper. He cocks a brow at you, copying your position to lean over the back of the dining chair, resting his head on his palm. "What are you doing? It's not an explosive,"

Childishly, you mock him, picking the envelope up in your hold. Peeking into the containment, you see the edges of bills, your eyes widening. You excitedly pull the contents out, a thick wad of cash resting between your fingers. There it was — your first sugar payment. Having this much money, in cash, was like a fever dream. You'd never expected to hold this amount of money in your palm. "I see money shuts you up,"

You bite your tongue at his remark, sliding the money back into the envelope. "Still not taking any bullshit."

"Get the hell out."

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