Four High Birdies

Y/N's POV

Stupid Oikawa and his stupid remarks and his stupid eyes.

I saw the three of them enter the gymnasium before I left. They aren't as good as they appear to be. Is volleyball really that important to them?

Well, in Sato's case, is a piece of ass that important? I mean, there is not much cake to begin with but I guess whatever she can get her hands on is good enough.

The next bus to Yuji's house is in two hours, but I'm not entirely sure if I want to go there. It's been a stressful day, Oikawa made it to the top of the list, I really don't need any more drama from Yuji.

My phone vibrates from the sweater's pocket. It's a message from Misaki.

Misaki:

Hey!!! U free???

We at my house

Bought some fun

Wanna join?

Y/N:

Gimme fifteen minutes

Yuji is probably there. He's probably the one that bought the coke as a matter of fact.

I probably shouldn't go. Wherever there is high Yuji, there are soon to be problems. Maybe if my day hadn't been shit, I would go straight home, but right now I need something to distract me from Oikawa and his big mouth. The solution isn't Yuji, what I need is a hit to forget.

I take the bus to Misaki's house. Her parents are usually not around so this is the perfect spot to get high. I don't knock and just walk inside. There are only three people when I find them in the living room: Yuji, Misaki, and Bobata. As mature as Misaki can look, she is as crazy as the other volleyball players, she is just better at hiding it.

"Hello, Cutie," Yuji wraps his arm around me as I take a seat next to him on the floor. His eyes are already dilating.

Bobata creates a line for me with his credit on the table in the middle of us.

"For you," He says before making one for Yuji, "And for you."

Yuji picks up the rolled bill and uses it to stiff the drug. Once the line disappears, he comes up and removes the bill. He presses the back of his hand to cover his left nostril then stiffs as he tries to take in all the drug left behind.

"Your turn, Cutie," He kisses my temple.

He's in a good mood, maybe this won't end like it usually does.

I line my nose with the white powder and in one stiff I take it all in. An immediate rush of adrenaline and euphoria rushes through my body, making a small smile form on my face.

Bobata and Misaki take a hit as well before their attention is set on each other. He whispers something to her, making her laugh and stand up. She offers him a hand to stand up and wobbling, they disappear in one turn to her room.

"Another one, Cutie?" Yuji asks but he is already holding the card, creating two thin lines. Before I can even answer, he takes the drug in, "Fuck~"

I follow his actions. This hit not only multiplies the effects, it makes my whole body hot.

Yuji leans closer to me, his lips centimeters from mine. We haven't seen each other since the last time we had sex- two days ago. Such an impactful day, yet it's erased from my head and all I can think of is Yuji's body on mine. I lean in until our lips crash, this time I take control of the kiss. I'm the one that lets my hunger control me.

I pull away, gasping for air. He smiles and whispers, "You are a good girl." Knowing exactly what to say to get me going. Praise kink moment.

"Such a good girl," He whispers again and pecks my lips, his hands making their way to my waist, "Show daddy, how good you can be."

I undress him, leaving him naked with only his shirt unbuttoned. He stands up so his dick is on my face. He's already hard.

"Are you just going to stare, or are you going to~"

Before he can finish that sentence, I take him in.

"Oh, fuck~" His hand flies to my head, wrapping his fingers around my hair keeping it away from my face, "Yeah~"

I pull him out, wrap my hand around him and lick from the bottom to the tip. I flick my tongue around the sensitive part, eating the salty precum while gaining some moans from him.

"Y/N~"

Slowly gaining speed, I suck his dick. His hand pushes my head as far as possible. Tears stream down my eyes, but I don't retaliate. His head goes back as he rocks his hips, using my mouth as mere pressure.

"You look so pretty with~" He pants, his head has a hard time forming a cohesive sentence, "Fuck~ With my dick on your mouth~

His body tenses and he looks down on me, locks eyes with mine. Mouth open, gasping for air before he continued, "Imma cum..."

And just like he said, he does ejaculate. My mouth fills with his semen, making me choke. Most of it drips down my neck.

He pulls out of my mouth and comes to his knees to make eye contact with me. Wiping my body from his fluid with his sleeve, he whispers with a breathy voice that still hadn't recovered from his high, "You were so good, Imma reward you for that one..."

Taking me in his arms, he picks me up from the floor and sits me down on the couch.

"Look at you, sitting there looking like a princess," He says as he undresses me, "As you should, my little, good girl..."

He gets on his knees between my legs so close I can feel his hot breath brush against my bare pussy.

He licks his finger before slipping it in my folds.

"Ah~"

"You are my good girl, right?" Another finger slips in, "Right?"

"Yeah~" I whimper as his fingers curl up, hitting right where they should. His speed increased, and soon, I felt the coldness of his tongue piercing on my clitoris, "AH~ Yuji~"

My moans just seem to get him more excited because his fingers hit deeper and deeper and his tongue flickers faster.

I tangle my fingers on his head and attempt to pull him away, not because I want the pleasure to end, but because I like seeing him struggle.

"Yuji!" I bite my lip and try to hold in the whimper, "Imma cum~"

"You have to hold it, Cutie," He says and lands kisses between my thighs making sure to suck on the sensitive skin and leave a purple mark behind.

I want to do as told, I really do, but the faster his fingers work, the harder it is for me to hold it. Out of reflex, my legs try to close.

"Nope," He opens them harshly, "Keep them open, and hold it."

I try to, but his wet tongue really makes it difficult. My walls contract and my head falls back before I feel the liquid squirm out of me.

"I thought I told you to hold, did I?" He slips his fingers into my mouth, "Clean me."

I do as told, flickering my tongue between his fingers until he is clean.

He slips his belt from the pants and drags the cold leather across my body until they reach my thighs.

"I thought you were a good girl," He slaps the belt against my skin, making me scream from pain and make more warm liquid squirt out of my pussy, "You like that, little slut?"

Another slap.

"Ah~ Yuji~"

He lets go of the belt and turns me around. He grabs my hips and pulls them up harshly. His hand makes its way to my neck, pushing my head to the couch.

"Imma teach you manners," He slaps my ass with his bare hand leaving a red mark behind, "Yeah, I know you like that."

Without a warning, his warm cock splits my legs and his hips slam against mine.

"Fuck~"

He pulled out just to slam against me again and again. It's not fast, but he is hitting deep and hard.

"Who has you moaning?" He pulls my hair, making my head leave the couch just to be slammed again, "Say my name, you little whore!"

"Umh~ You, Yuji~" I try to say but it comes out muffled from the hard breathing.

"Yeah, that's right!" His thrust increases in speed, "You feel so fucking good~"

With one last thrust, I felt my body climax, and soon after, Yuji fills me with his warm sperm.

"Shit," He lets his body collapse over mine and whispers, "You are actually a really good girl."

I turn around and he rests his head on my chest. For a while, I play with his blonde hair, making little braids before undoing them and making them again. In those five minutes, there is complete silence except for the people in the other room moaning loud, but we are able to ignore them. This happens way more times than I'd like to admit.

He comes up to peck my lips, "Please don't leave me."

I kiss his nose bridge and laugh, "I'm not going to, silly."

That part is true, probably the most honest thing that has come out of my mouth. However, I don't think he understands completely why it's true.

"I'm sorry for slapping you," He says.

"It's okay, I liked it."

He thinks about it for a while before standing up and leaving without another word.

Not again.

My eyes quickly get watery as the images of myself that day repeats- alone and cold and naked.

I sit on the edge of the couch and lean over to grab my underwear and slip them on. I am not going to cry here. Not in this house.

"Where are you going, Cutie?" Yuji walks in with a bottle of cream in his hand.

"Huh?" I can't focus on anything except on the fact he hasn't left. He kneels between my legs and rubs the cold cream on my thighs where the skin is red from the belt. His hands make their way to my ass where he slapped me.

"Feel good?" He looks up at me.

"Yeah," My voice cracks.

"Why are you crying, Cutie? Something wrong?"

It isn't until he says that that I realize the streaming tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Did I hurt you that much? " He cups my cheek and wipes the tears, "Sorry."

"No, it's just-" I think about it. Why am I even crying?

Is it because he stayed?

That day I felt so tiny in his room, he made me feel so insignificant in a matter of seconds. It truly made me realize how dependent I'm on Yuji. It's not only the familiarity, I want him to love me so badly that the slightest thought that he's leaving me, makes me reduce myself to nothing. It doesn't matter if it's real or not, as long as I feel it is, I don't care. Yuji is so good at being bad and so bad at being good, yet I want him next to me on bad and good days alike.

I grab his hand from his face and kiss all of his knuckles. With tears in my eyes and a quivering voice, I get the words out, "You are the one that has to promise not to leave me, Yuji."

"You would have to kill me to get me to leave your side, Cutie," He laughs.

That part is true, probably the most honest thing that has come out of his mouth. However, I don't think I understand completely why it's true.

***

That day I didn't go back home, I stayed embraced in Yuji's arms as long as I could because I knew that that warmth wouldn't last forever, so I appreciated every second of it. No one noticed I had disappeared or that I didn't go home that day. Well, probably everyone with the exception of Kentaro.

My hair is a mess and my head is pounding from yesterday's high. I knew I shouldn't have come to school, but then they would have called my parents and it would have been a mess. Not that they cared about me, they had made that pretty clear, but they hate being bothered and if I come in between their peace, I'm bound to burn with them.

"Where were you yesterday?"

The voice is familiar, I don't have to see him behind me to know it's Kentaro.

"Why are you on the third year's floor?" I turn to face him as I change the subject and divert the attention to him instead of me.

"Maybe if I could get ahold of you," He lifts his phone in the air to reveal all the messages, "Where were you yesterday?"

"Get out of my face," I shove his arm and the phone away from my face, "Why do you even care?"

"Mom was worried," He says, but I don't believe that bad lie. Kentaro has always been bad at it. I noticed the gulp before he spoke and the way he struggled to get the words out.

"Mom was probably too busy watching a series on the living room's couch while drinking a glass of wine to notice I was gone," I spit.

When I see his eyes widen, I know it's the truth. These days that's all the old rag does. Gets home late from another tiring shift at the hospital and sits on the couch for hours before she falls asleep. I'm sure Kentaro covered her cold body with the baby blue blanket that is always folded on the table behind the door. I know that just like I know dad didn't make it home until midnight because work was tough. He probably cursed at everyone without realizing I wasn't there before dropping on his bed asleep, not even noticing his wife wasn't next to him.

"Tch," He turns around to walk away right where he appeared from, but before he takes a step, he looks over his shoulder, "You should really reconsider the people you're hanging out with."

"That's none of your business," I tell him and get into my classroom.

Just like always, everyone is hurled around my desk. On a different day, I would have been excited, but with my head pounding, the last thing I want is to talk and much less to hear everyone else.

Either way, I greet everyone with a smile. They talk for about twenty minutes, but I can't catch a word they say. Good thing I've learned when to laugh and when to put on an excited face based on the way their facial expressions change and on the tone they use.

I never thought I would say this, but for the first time, I'm glad the teacher gets here and makes everyone shut up.

"What's up with you?" Sato asks once the teacher gives us time to work on assignments. After being sent to detention, she didn't speak during a lesson.

"Bad night sleep," I lie. The drug's effects are long gone and have only left annoying side effects.

For a minute she doesn't say anything, however, I can tell there are a lot of things she wants to say. I don't think she has figured out the real reason for my appearance, but there is surely something else she knows. Once she has thought about her use of words, she finally says, "You are good at putting on a hell of a show."

The comment catches me off guard. Maybe it would annoy me that she is getting her nose into my business, but deep down it makes me happy that someone noticed. It makes a smile appear on my face. A genuine smile and not the ones I've had to put on the whole morning.

"Well, not like I could tell them to fuck off."

"I wouldn't use those exact words, but I'm sure they would have understood," She says.

"Who says they are my friends? I don't have friends, I have acquaintances, Sato."

My words make her eyes open wide. I don't say that to make her pity me, actually, I'm not entirely sure why I told her that, but the reason was not to make me look like a better or worse person. There is just something about Sato that makes me feel at ease, that I don't have to put a mask on.

"Sorry, you just seem pretty close to them, Kyotani-San, I just assumed," She says, she stutters with her next words, unsure to even ask, "But with what you just said... Can I be honest with you Kyotani-San?"

I'm sure her next words are going to stab me right where it hurts, but curiosity has always been a big attribute of mine, it's a double-edged sword- my best attribute and the worst.

"Yeah, and you can drop it with the Kyotani-San bullshit, Sato."

Her words come out as the most delicate thing, the concentration behind it is similar to trying to get a threat between a needle, "From an outsiders point of view, it would seem like you are just a very friendly person, but I've only been watching you for two days and it feels like there is more to that. The fact that you have to act nice to people who are not even your friends, especially when having such a bad day, makes me think..." She pauses to collect her thoughts before continuing, "Tell me, Kyotani-San, is there something bothering you? Something deeper than being deprived of sleep?"

"That's pretty personal, Sato, those are the type of things you only think and don't say" I laugh and go back to my work, "I would keep that shit to myself, and I thought I said to drop Kyotani-San."

My words come out more defensive than what I would have liked, but I'm sure anyone would if someone else was meddling in their life. I like to keep my shit private, especially around strangers like Sato. Just because I'm nice to her, it doesn't mean she gets to intrude in my life. It's true, there is more than sleep deprivation in my life, what does she care?

"Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable," She says, "For the record, I do consider you my friend. You are the only friends I've made so far, Kyotani-San."

Maybe she doesn't realize it, but that last bit will be repeating in my head for the next few days.

What's wrong with this girl?