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CW! SMUT :)

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Oikawa had been locked in his room all day. His father had decided to work from home today so leaving the bedroom wasn't really an option.

Osamu was home but he was busy with paperwork and Atsumu was out with his boyfriend so Oikawa didn't really have anyone to keep him company.

That being said, Iwaizumi had been texting him 24/7 but Oikawa didn't care much to talk if it wasn't going to be something he could rub in Ushijima's face.

He had to admit though, Iwaizumi's warmth was nice, his caring nature and devotion are all things Oikawa loved about the man, but things are different now.

If it had been seven years ago, Oikawa would've totally fallen head over heels for him, but even at that time, he was still with Ushijima.

He'd been in a relationship with Ushijima for as long as he could remember, but it didn't feel like much anymore.

It was tiring and stressful and degrading to be with that man.

Yet Oikawa still loved him so much.

But also yet, he had made Oikawa sick of everything, sick of volleyball, sick of his friends, sick of himself.

Oikawa felt his body shiver as he scratched at his arms slightly, curling into himself on his place on his bed. There was only one thing going through his mind, and if he could he would.

But he doesn't dare step into his tainted bathroom and the twins probably took and discarded of everything anyway.

Oikawa inhaled shakily, trying to ground himself although he had never been very good at that. He usually did it with meaningless sex that came with a sense of worthless pride at being able to show his infidelity off to his husband.

And Ushijima did it right back. This game had gone on for far too long.

Needing to relieve some stress, Oikawa finally grabbed his phone and texted Iwaizumi to pick him up, ignoring all the man's other texts.

Iwaizumi responded within the second, a text of compliance and that he was on his way, so Oikawa picked himself up and shakily crawled out his window, going down the old ladder and walking slightly away from his house as to not alert his dad of his presence.

Iwaizumi got there pretty quickly and Oikawa hopped generously into the passenger side of the mans Toyota.

It was a short ride to Iwaizumi's place, shorter than Oikawa had expected but he wasn't really thinking about it.

As soon as they entered the apartment(and Iwaizumi made sure Tendou wasn't there) they were all over eachother, roaming hands and hungry lips, Iwaizumi had Oikawa pinned against the wall in the hallway that you enter to.

Oikawa ran his hand down to the hem of Iwaizumi's shirt then under it to feel the skin of the raven haired man's stomach and chest, a grunt left Iwaizumi's mouth as he moved his leg to rest between Oikawa's, putting pressure up against the latter's crotch.

Oikawa threw his head back, a low moan leaving his throat, that seemed to flip a switch in Iwaizumi's head as he put his hands over Oikawa's ass as he hoisted the man up, Oikawa wrapping his legs around Iwaizumi's waist as support.

Iwaizumi carried Oikawa over to the couch in the living room, laying him down onto the scratchy cushions that neither of them cared about right now.

Iwaizumi flattened his body over Oikawa's and rolled his hips into the other's crotch as they fiercely kissed.

Oikawa moaned breathily into Iwaizumi's mouth and sat up to pull his shirt off, Iwaizumi mimicking his actions.

Iwaizumi moved down to suck and bite at Oikawa's neck, leaving hickeys in his wake, the room was quickly filled with Oikawa's desperate panting and sounds of Iwaizumi sucking on the brunette's pale skin.

Oikawa had been so touch deprived of actual love for so long that, with a violent shake and jutt of his hips, he came. It was slightly painful since he hadn't even been able to take his jeans or boxers off before he did but it was still more than pleasurable nonetheless.

Oikawa sighed, pushing himself away from Iwaizumi's touch and getting up from the couch, Iwaizumi sat up and pouted in confusion.

"Thanks. I'll be going now."

"But- what about m-" Oikawa cut him off as if Iwaizumi had never started protesting in the first place.

"Same time tomorrow." And with that, he picked up his shirt and left Iwaizumi's place, making sure his jeans weren't visibly soiled before entering back into the real world.

As the apartment door shut, Iwaizumi sat in turmoil, a pout resting on his face, painfully hard but suddenly not having the motivation or mood to deal with it.

But again, what Oikawa wants, Oikawa gets. Not Iwaizumi.