𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢'𝐦 𝐠𝐚𝐲 ||𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐨𝐢||𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚||

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A/N go away children, this the chapter why  extra christian™ moms handcuff their sons so they don't masturbate

Edit: I'M GIVING Y'ALL WHAT YOU ASKED FOR DON'T YOU DARE JUST READ AND LEAVE (smash and dash) WITHOUT COMMENTING DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD ME AND MIMA WORKED FOR THIS CHAPTER

Oikawa woke up determinated and stretched out.  Tonight was the night, he gave himself pep talk before getting up and stretching, he spent hours researching and gathering courage.

He walked to the bathroom and after flushing the toilet and brushing his teeth he decided that he will start with his plan, he looked under the sink, in the drawers and pulled out three boxes, before  biting his lip and unboxing the biggest one, he looked at the manual, reading instructions and nodding his head, so he should first relax his muscles.

With deep breath he unboxed second box and prepared himself for it. He went back to his bedroom and checked the doors, making sure that it was locked, and that the key was in the lock to stop curious people from unlocking or peeking through (those curious people being Makki and Mattsun who just needed to peep on everyone), when his curtain was checked too, he laid on his bed and took his underwear off.

“Huh… I really do not know how to feel about this…”, it looked much different when he was with Iwa, when they touched, it made Oikawa able to do this, yet now, on his own, he felt plain stupid.

What if he tried to get an erection and then do it? Was he allowed to get an erection? All that thinking was just wasting his time,  he precisely had two hours and fifteen minutes to finish all this before someone calls him for breakfast.

With deep breath he opened the jar and stopped. Maybe he should shower first? Did he have time? His brain was slowly becoming a mush from all this overthinking.

With a sigh he turned around and took wet tissues from  the drawer of his night stand, then he proceeded to wipe himself without feeling like an idiot. After two-three wet wipes, since he had no idea if he was clean enough, he went for the jar again and dipped his fingers. The mass felt gel-like, a bit mushier, but cool, he put quite a bit on his index and middle finger before bringing it down to his hole.

“Press, but do not push, circular movements.”, he repeated what he read online and instructed his fingers, soon he realized that it was better to do it just with his index finger, so he raised his middle one with rest of his fingers. After he felt like all of the lube heated enough on his skin and that it didn’t feel weird to feel his finger, he pressed harder and felt two sensations: first was a dipping sensation that came with pressure building around his finger, and second was a bit more unpleasant, he felt something entering him, spreading his insides.

He stopped taking deep breaths, if a finger felt like that, he couldn't imagine the pain of Iwaizumi’s member, he gasped, his anus just squeezed at the picture of Iwaizumi.

With pained, well, more uncomfortable expression Oikawa tried to push deeper in, but it felt painful, so instead he rotated his finger around, touching his walls before figuring out that he should probably add more lube, he reached out for the jar with his other hand and brought it between his legs where he clumsily and blindly put more around his hole. He pulled his finger a bit, afraid that if he pulled it the whole way, he wouldn’t be able to put it back in and smeared lube on it, he then returned back in and kept on repeating so until half of his finger sat “comfortably” inside of him, now came the hard part.

Dipping his middle finger in lube he pressed on the side of his hole and slid the tip of his second finger before groaning. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead before sliding down his face, his chest rose and fell heavily as he tried to keep breathing normally, after a bit of waiting he pushed deeper, until both of his fingers were half was in. It burned and he hurriedly  put more lube on, touching and making sure he wasn’t bleeding. He couldn't possibly imagine how and why people deliberately did it.