y/n was trying to recall what the fuck happened the night before as she rubbed her head and closed her eyes shut.

she literally blacked out, didn't she?

it wasn't a great feeling. having gaps in her memory was messing with her head.

the last thing she remembered was walking in through her apartment with oikawa. they were kinda touchy and they were laughing about something random.

oikawa and alcohol were not a good combination either.

he was the lightest of all lightweights. he didn't drink except when he was on vacation and even then, it didn't take more than a drink or two for him to spew nonsense.

unluckily for him, his babysitter was as equally intoxicated as him. the two had no sense of control for different reasons.

and it had led to both of them making questionable decisions.

now, here he was, shirtless on her couch with her in his arms. it was quite cramped and it was a miracle neither of them had fallen to the ground.

but she didn't have time to think about that because her heart was beating fast as she had some recollection of what happened the night before.

flashback: the night before
warning: nsfw content ahead.

"oikawa tooru, d-do people ask for your autograph now?", y/n asked in a singsong tone, watching him sip his drink

"very often", he stated, tilting his head as if he was answering the question very seriously, "i have fans and shit"

"very cool", she smiled lazily, "i knew you'd have fans"

"hmm", he looked pretty interested, "how so?"

"well you had fans in high school", she recalled, "i don't know many volleyball players that had those"

"oh yeah", he took another large sip from his drink, "that was so long ago"

"they used to make those cookies and stuff"

"they weren't that bad", he confessed, "mio used to get pretty irritated when i received them though"

"ah... mio-chan", y/n uttered her name in remembrance as her close friend and oikawa's ex girlfriend, "i haven't spoken to her in a while. i should call her."

"you guys are still friends?"

"of course", she shrugged, "i'm actually gonna meet her next week"

"what's next week?"

"you remember shimizu kiyoko?"

"oh shit, the karasuno manager", oikawa sighed when he recalled her godly appearance, "what about her?"

"she's getting married next week and i'm a bridesmaid", y/n informed, "the wedding's in miyagi itself actually"

"MARRIED?! to who?!"

"tanaka ryu"

"who?"

"the baldie from karasuno", she chugged her whole drink as she said it

"shit, he won life"

"didn't kiyoko reject you or some-"

"we will never speak of that again"

she wasn't focusing on much apart from the fact that oikawa tooru got prettier. from his brown eyes to his lean figure and toned arms, he was a full course meal.

she used to have feelings for him in high school, but they were gone now and the only thing that remained was physical attraction.

it was a miracle they got to her apartment in one piece.

they were both drunk out of their wits, talking nonsense as they caught upto what was going on in each other's lives.

"oikiwi you're gonna sleep on my couch", she claimed to him, keeping her keys on her dining table

"am i?", he chuckled, unknowingly staring at the way her legs looked in that skirt she was wearing. not to mention her... oh god, what was he thinking?

he couldn't possibly be thirsting over her, could he? his best friend would murder him. brutally.

but then again it'd probably be worth it- please, he really needed to get a grip.

in all honesty she did look different than she did in high school. or maybe she was always this hot and he just never noticed it.

"you look so pretty tonight y/n-chan", his compliment was sincere and a surprise to the girl who was sitting on her couch with him

"these are my work clothes", she didn't realise how close to him she was sitting. his arm was behind her on the couch and his legs were touching hers.

"it's not the clothes", he was being far too blatant and careless with his words right now but she didn't need to mind.

y/n didn't know alcohol could make people so direct. and this didn't apply only to oikawa, it applied to her too. because she decided in a split second that she would shoot her shot tonight.

it wasn't a good idea at all, but in her defense, everything bad seems like a great idea when you're intoxicated.

"tooru", the tension in the small space between their faces was intense. the lighting was dim but he looked perfect. the only sound to be heard was that of the traffic on the road outside the building.

"hmm?", he dared not say anything as he realised that their thoughts were heading in the same direction.

her hand reached for his face, thumb brushing against his lower lip. and the movement seemed to incite something within him because he held her wrist tight, pressing his lips to hers harshly.

their bodies moved closer. his free arm made contact with her waist.

his lips felt so soft. his eyebrows creased as he deepened the kiss, now reaching to grab her thigh.

she let out a muffled, surprised noise, causing him to pull away and breathe heavily.

fuck, why did he think this was okay? he clearly made her uncomfortable.

"i'm sorry... i shouldn't have-", he began speaking but his apology would remain incomplete as her lips were on his again.

"stop... talking", she mumbled in between kisses, hand getting tangled in his hair.

there wasn't much holding back after that.

his hand was now around her throat, lightly squeezing the sides of her neck as he kissed her harder. his tongue made its way into her mouth and she squeezed his arm, more drunk on this feeling than on the shots of vodka that landed her in this position.

maybe she would wake up to this being a figment of her imagination. but right now, it simply did not matter.

because her hand tugged on the jacket he was wearing, helping him take it off in a hurry as he let out a low laugh.

and then he was holding her securely as she climbed into his lap, choosing to pull away and kiss along his jaw as she felt his boner press against her.

he groaned deeply as she moved her hips against his, sucking the soft skin of his neck till it was purple.

"y/n...", the sound of her name from his mouth in such a tone alone made her stomach do backflips.

his hands reached straight for her hips, holding them tightly to move her against his boner again.

she couldn't believe this was happening. was this really happening? was she really hooking up with him on his first night back? was she really hooking up with him at all?

this was the last thing she expected to happen in her life.

why was everything happening so fast? she could care less about the answer.

his fingers were fumbling as he began to undo the buttons of her shirt, taking a deep breath as he stared at her tits, earning a lazy smile from her.

she thought this would make her nervous and exposed but it didn't. on the contrary, it made her feel oddly confident.

the high school version of her wouldn't have dared to kiss him, let alone leave hickeys on his skin and take off his shirt to run her fingertips along his abs.

oikawa's hands were moving under her skirt, simultaneously hiking it up as his lips were on hers sloppily again.

he shifted her so that she was laying back on the couch, head against the arm rest and legs spread.

all for him.

his fingers hooked around her underwear, pulling it off as she breathed in anticipation. she was thankful to the gods that she opted for lace that day without knowing she was gonna get railed that night.

"so... fucking...", he left open mouthed kisses along her collarbone, using his knee to nudge her legs apart. "perfect"

she moaned softly as his kisses reached her cleavage and then her torso. the sensation was foreign and right now, felt surreal.

he shifted up her skirt so that her legs could move freely and then pressed his palms to the inner side of her thighs.

she initially flinched when she felt his warm tongue in between her legs but he had held her down, gently massaging her thighs as he continued.

she already felt like a mess. she was moaning out his name like never before. her fingers were running through his hair as he barely came up for any air.

it felt incredible. even though she was going to remember it very vaguely, it felt out of this world.

when she agreed to let oikawa sleep at her place for the night, she didn't mean in between her legs.

"tooru... don't fucking stop- h- ahh!", she was gasping at the feeling of him practically making out with her cunt.

his fingers had decided to enter the party too, slowly tracing the path of his tongue before reaching her entrance.

she was trembling. clearly, the alcohol had made her more sensitive because she was trembling the moment he inserted one finger inside her.

"so fucking sensitive", she heard him groan before he went back to blowing her mind.

his other hand was still rubbing soothing circles into her thigh as her fingers tugged at his hair again.

she threw her head back, legs struggling to stay open for him as his finger hit one particular spot inside of her.

despite being quite out of it, oikawa didn't miss this reaction and carefully inserted another one of his perfect fingers.

"that feel good?", he hummed, slowly moving two of his fingers deep inside of her.

"y-yes, fuck-", she whimpered, feeling herself approach her climax. "i'm close"

his tongue swirled around her clit, stimulating it at the same pace as the one his fingers were fucking her with.

she was losing her mind.

it wasn't even a few seconds before her orgasm hit her like a fucking wave. her legs were shaking, mind was practically numb, and her eyes were squeezed shut as she cried out his name again.

her breaths were deep as she came down from her high, very clearly spent.

the brunette between her legs looked up at her with a small smirk. his hand reached in between her legs, earning a yelp from her because of how sensitive it felt.

"t-tooru fuck me", her mindless cries were greeted with a soft chuckle.

oikawa's fingertips brushed against her clit. and then he landed a crisp slap to it, making her legs nearly squeeze together and an obscene moan escape her lips.

he came back upto her level, kissing her lips deeply before pulling away and whispering quietly.

"gonna fuck you when i'm sure you'll never forget it"

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