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oikawinakurva · 4 months

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𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞 - 𝐓𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Tooru breaks into a grin, narrowing his eyes at you before rolling his hips. His feet push under the blankets as his legs brace against you, and you shift with his movement over his thighs. He’s thrusting now, a slight gasp slipping from him as he adjusts himself over your shoulder, elbow of the hand holding the phone crashing into your own. And he pushes himself into you. You can’t see his face anymore, the hand at your back pulling you close to his chest, the reverberations of his voice vibrating when he speaks.

The voice on the other end is familiar as it continues, but no one you can gather the energy to identify right now. It keeps going, clearer as his head moves against yours, Tooru giving a quiet kiss to the side of your cheek, asking him about volleyball, about practicing, whatever – as you bite your fingers and shake into him.

“I guess. But I’m actually getting in a quick workout now,” he says.

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pov : second person, AFAB reader, nongendered pronouns ✧ tags: smuτ, fluff, teasing, nippIe play, multiple positions, morning sεx, trying not to be overheard ✧ word count: ~3.6k ✧ ao3 link ✧ recommended mood playlist: vanilla cake

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Late mornings are a luxury. Tooru Oikawa doesn’t usually have time to linger. To his credit, he actually does his best not to wake you when he leaves for morning practice with soft footsteps padding across the creaking wood. It never works. You’re up with his alarm, and even his soft kiss against your forehead doesn’t soothe you back to sleep. The door closes quietly behind him, the apartment stays dark, but you’re still awake even doing your best to sink back into the enveloping warmth of the sheets. It should be annoying to have the time stolen from you, but somehow you never sleep as well as at Tooru’s apartment, brief as those hours are.

The alarm goes off early this morning as always, even on Saturday. Tooru reaches over you with one heavy arm to fumble for his phone plugged into the outlet by your side, and you burrow your face back into the pillows for that futile half-napping. The curtains in the apartment are drawn, shards of silver light cracking through the side of the windows. There’s a clacking sound as he slides his fingers across the screen, turning off the cacophony of chimes, responding to some messages, elbow knocking into your arm. Under the thick covers, his knees draw up, into the back of your own and urging you to bend your legs for him to curl into.

Tooru does this sometimes, grabbing a few last moments of cuddling before sliding out from under the blankets. He nestles his head into the hollow of your shoulder. His breath tickles below your ear as he lets out a heavy sigh. You let your feet swim out gently in the sea of sheets, seeking his limbs to knot your own into, a silent plea, no, no, just a little longer, stay.

“Don’t go,” you mumble, automatically as always, waiting for him to kiss your jaw and kick the covers back. “Five more minutes. Don’t go.”

But he doesn’t. The phone keeps going click click click, and he sighs again. You open your eyes, watching his thick, shadowed fingers slide the phone under your pillow, and they draw out of sight as his elbow moves back. His arm snakes down, opening a pocket of cold air under the blanket, and comes around your waist as he pulls the two of you closer.

“I don’t have to,” Tooru says, sounding a little bemused as if he can’t believe it, the words vibrating through the fabric of your shirt - his t-shirt, your sleeping shirt- from his bare chest. “Something with the gym floors and the basketball team’s practice last night. Coach is trying to book another space for this afternoon, or something.”

“Oh, funny,” you say. A yawn follows. His hand wraps tighter around you, the blanket rising higher up your face in response.

“So,” he says, voice rasping and breathy and hot in your ear, “it kinda ruins meeting up for lunch.”

“Oh,” you say again. It does. His brain is already awake, already three steps ahead, already planning and adapting and moving. You blink, rocking your hips back into his, and let your lids sink closed. “Right. That’s okay. We can do dinner.”

“Sure, of course,” Tooru agrees mildly. His fingers flutter, locking around your ribs, rolling the fabric of your shirt between his grasp. “Are you going back to sleep?”

“I’m awake,” you say, eyes closed.

His hands aren’t stopping. They’re massaging and slowly riding your shirt up. You roll your hips back again and feel him moving forward, knees sliding, one foot pushing between your ankles and his own hips shifting, leaning forward into yours. He’s hard under you, his erection curving right below your thigh as your legs are urged higher, even through his gym shorts.

Your eyes are open now.

Tooru’s face buries further in your neck, lips ghosting over your skin in soft, gentle kisses. His hand is cold when it reaches your stomach at last, and you shiver into him. His other hand worms under your pillow, bent and propping you up. The ministrations become more than shivers, letting your body grind into his without conscious purpose. He keeps moving, the wriggles of his fingers compressed between the side of your body and the mattress until he reaches your chest.

“Cold hands,” you say in mild complaint, twisting your neck back to find his face. Tooru’s eyes are closed, lashes long and sweeping as they flutter. He turns his head back and forth, the wiry tangles of hair tickling the back of your ear. Somewhere outside the curtains, a car starts.

“Warm me,” Tooru says, a soft whine accompanied by a kiss clumsily placed on your earlobe as you turn your head back away from him.

His fingers trace between your breasts, kisses resuming down the column of your neck. You arch your back, a sigh escaping you as he brushes across your nipple , then up to the other, cupping you in a calloused hand. The arm under your pillow fidgets and bends, your head gently moving with it.

Tooru’s palm is rough as he rolls his hand over you, thumb sliding to the side as he pinches your nipple, then again, a little sharper. You moan again, a slight “oh!,” and, spurred on by the sound, he keeps rubbing his hand right there as he shifts his hips, grinding against you. You’re moving right back, his clutch dancing over you awakening something else, something stirring lazy right below your belly button and giving you the boldness to reach up your own shirt, to wind your fingers between his, and urge him down. He drags his hand under your guidance, fingertips skirting over your skin and plunging below the band of your underpants.

“Oh,” it comes again, a sigh when you let go of his hand and he keeps going. His touch just barely grazes over your skin before a pause, pushing and tugging your panties to angle his hand and slide a finger down across your folds.

You moan again, completely wordless as he moves, up and down and curving just a little closer. It’s not quite down to your entrance and just not exactly over your clit, but it’s tantalizing, even as the fabric of your panties begins to cut across your hips with the motions of his tugging.

“Take these off,” Tohru says after a moment, his voice grating and thick with sleepy desire.

It pulls you away from him, swimming in the blankets as your fingers crash into his own withdrawing, legs bending away and just off the edge of the bed. He shifts behind you, rolling his own pants down. You shimmy them down, the blanket deliciously smooth over the newly bare areas of skin. Tooru’s hand, hasty, greedy, clamps down on your thigh. He takes hold right above the back of your knee and hooks it over his forearm.

He’s grunting softly, more and more, interrupted with kisses pressed right into the skin of your shoulder. His hips move, grinding into you faster and faster, the bed softly creaking at the posts by your head as his cock slides under the curve of your ass. The hand under your elbow twitches, as if it can’t commit to the next action.

“Help me,” the gentle whine comes again, a sound that from anyone else would be irritating, but something Tooru makes inviting, downright bewitching. “Baby, I wanna fuck you.”

With your legs angled so, forced to the side by his feet stroking lightly against your angles and his hand holding your thigh up, he should have better access, but you slip your hand back, fumbling against the crook of his elbow, his ribs, down to the hard warmth of his cock. His words rumble through you as he adjusts the slung position of your knee over his arm, sliding out to hold the back of your leg. Your bands of inner thigh muscles tighten in response, your head craning back through the plush resistance of the pillow, finding his head nestled against yours.

Tooru’s lips are soft and persistent when they meet you, even if you refuse to open your mouth, the thickness of morning breath cloying exigently at the back of your tongue. But his kisses glide, coaxing your lips into a smile, as he kisses slowly, unceasingly. “Come on,” he whispers, leaning his head just out of your sight as your wrap your fingers more firmly around his cock.

But you pause a while, stroking up, then back down, leaning away from his as precum gathers at your fingertips. Tooru repeats, “come on, come on,” his hand stroking up and down your thigh, trying to pull you back to him. He’s hard under your hand, but you keep teasing him a little longer, before adjusting your position and guiding him to your entrance.

You really don’t feel just how wet and ready you are until Tooru pushes his cock in, something that makes your whole body shudder. Rolling your hips back brings you back to him, his chest warm and heaving against your shoulders. He hunches into you with every push.

“Fuck,” you let out in a breath, letting moans follow, and Tooru’s hand tightens right under your knee. Your thigh muscles tremble and strain, even pushed and cramped into the bed by his strength. Tooru fucks you so easily, his thrusts so smooth you can only barely feel the way he slides against you with each thrust, each stroke making you rush hot and wet – but oh, right there, when he pushes in right there, the gravity of lying on your side pulls the pleasure right down and you say again –

“Tooru, fuck!”

He groans in response, your name and wordless noise falling from him.

His hips roll into yours again and again as you angle your head back, searching for him once more. This time when he kisses you, it’s heavy and open without restraint, his mouth pushing yours open and tongue hot suddenly on yours. Your hips grind back in response, his cock sliding in and out with every sideways thrust. Tooru moans into your mouth, a whimper coming from you in response.

“You’re so wet” he breathes, pulling your knee higher against your body, pushing your other leg and shoulder further into the bed. “How’s it feel? Right there, right when I rub against you, just like this?”

“It’s… it’s good,” you say, panting into his mouth. Your eyes flutter up to his face cut against the shadows and light streaming through the cracks of the curtain. Tooru groans, his face totally slack and relaxed, as you continue, “it’s so good, you feel so good.”

He groans again, basking in the praise, and you angle your free elbow back, searching for his hair and twining your fingers in the tousled brown strands. It’s slightly damp to the touch as you anchor your hand in his hair, his scalp hot and sweaty with sleep and with sex.

“Oh…”

Your body is so firmly, so perfectly coiled against his, even when you turn your head back to the other side, turning your wrist with it to keep that hold against his hair. Tooru’s arm under your head slides with each thrust he makes, curling you closer to him. He fucks you into the bed, your limbs slipping under his muscles even as the pressure against your shoulder begins to grow stiff. Hooking your leg up even higher pushes him even deeper into you, and you just moan his name again and again.

A few strokes later, the steady movements begin to falter. His pace stutters, and with one more thrust, he pushes in and pauses with an incoherent grunt and kiss to the spot right behind your ear. Tooru’s muscles tense, fingers flexing against the sensitive skin behind your knee. “Baby,” he groans, voice guttural when he gathers his words. “Can you – get on top?”

“Mmm.” Your response comes more a moan than an answer, but he kisses your shoulder and lets go, pulling out. It’s when you feel how tight his grasp on your leg has been, a pinching pain shooting through you as you straighten out. You push your shoulders into the mattress and roll over to straddle him, shaking your arms out and feeling the prickle of blood rushing back.

The light from the curtains falls across Tooru’s face, and he gazes up at you through half-lidded eyes. His eyelashes are translucent in the sliver of sun, one eye right in the path of the light gleaming a thousand shades of bronze. He reaches down under the hem of your t-shirt, fingers barely grazing over your already swollen folds. Your fingers crash into his, reaching for the hem to pull it off, just as he props himself up on one elbow to run his fingers along your slit. You’re slick, and you let out an involuntary moan when he gathers it on his fingers and moves up to your clit, gently circling. It’s sensitive and sore, and the added wetness Tooru rubs into you makes you moan and shudder, shoulders hunching into each other in a shiver both from his motions and the cold air stinging your newly bare skin.

Tooru lifts his hand, slides back down, and you adjust your knees as you raise yourself over him. You take a ginger hold on his cock again, hotter than before, and position yourself to sink down with already shaking thighs.

“Oh,” he lets out in a loud groan, as you begin moving. You’re fucking him now, your hips moving down on his and your feet flexing against the mattress with every motion as he reaches so deep, impossibly deep within you. The hot tingle behind your stomach that Tooru was hitting with his strokes lying on your side spreads more evenly, stronger somehow, right to your center and through your body. It builds, gradually, with each swing and grind of your hips, the rush he calls through you roaring through your veins and making you tremble over his cock.

“Fuck.”

The heat of the sheets against the back of your feet, formerly such inviting warmth, becomes unbearable as you keep grinding yourself over him. The entanglement of limbs into the blankets is suffocating, too hot, sweat prickling at the bottom of your feet and along your knees. Tooru’s groans come louder and louder, hands hard on your thighs, palms so calloused that this rough skin prickles against yours as he pulls your body closer to him with every drop down.

And then –

You let out a strangled yelp of surprise when the muffled sound of his ringtone comes chiming behind the pillow.

Tooru’s hand tightens on your thigh, with the other under the pillow, fumbling, the sound coming sharper when he yanks his phone from the charger. Your thighs shake, sliding down to a hesitant stop, his cock hot and throbbing inside you.

“Shit,” Tooru says lowly with his eyes on the screen and flexes his hand on your thigh. His gaze flickers up to you, a slight wincing across his brows as he raises it to his ear. “Hello?”

The screen goes black against his head before you can read the name. The caller’s voice is unclear, but from the slack, neutral expression that settles across Tooru’s face when they speak, it must be a fellow teammate.

“Yeah. I guess it’s cancelled, I dunno.”

Your breath catches, and you swallow, aware of how loud you’re panting as the tinny voice floats through the room. Lifting a knee, you start to push yourself up, to slide off him, but the hand on your thigh tightens. You look at Tooru, who looks levelly back at you, face unchanging. He massages his grasp on your leg, listening to the speaker.

“It’s not really up to us, though,” Tooru says, and pushes himself up on his elbows. He listens, moving slowly one arm at a time as he changes the phone from hand to hand. He lets go of your thigh to wrap his arm around your waist, almost pulling you down instead of sitting himself up. You gasp, clapping your hands over your mouth at the sharpness of your own noise, as his face comes right up to yours, and his cock shifts inside you, an angle that has you clenching erratically, uncontrollably around him.

“No,” you whisper softly, almost merely mouthing the word, but Tooru breaks into a grin, narrowing his eyes at you before rolling his hips. His feet push under the blankets as his legs brace against you, and you shift with his movement over his thighs. He’s thrusting now, a slight gasp slipping from him as he adjusts himself over your shoulder, elbow of the hand holding the phone crashing into your own. And he pushes himself into you. You can’t see his face anymore, the hand at your back pulling you close to his chest, the reverberations of his voice vibrating when he speaks.

“I guess. But I’m actually getting in a quick workout now,” he says.

His words are tight and short, controlled as he picks up his pace, and you push your lips together to keep from crying out. You’re hot and melting over him, and you drop your hands from your silencing gag to clutch onto him. He’s leaning into you harder and harder with each rock of his hips forward.

“Okay, later.”

The phone catches the broken light as Tooru drops it. “Working…out?” you pant, closing your eyes and blinking at the brilliant rainbow the screen’s reflection throws on the wall behind him.

His hands lock directly around your back, and this thrust pulls you closer to him, a sweaty embrace and kiss to the side of your neck when he shifts against the sheets.

“Isn’t your heart racing?” Tooru breathes, rolling his hips to wrap his legs against you.

He pushes persistently up. The thrusts are fast and hard, grinding the two of you against each other, bodies into the bed. It’s changed, nothing languid and lazy like the way the morning started. The way he fucks you now is rabid and aggressive, an energetic passion that makes your head beat in time with your pulsing, building orgasm. It forces moans from you, animalistic and louder than they should be within the thin walls of the apartment.

“Oh,” you say in a choking sob, burying your face in his shoulder. “Fuck, fuck.”

You bite his shoulder, the salty sweat running between your teeth, and another, muffled moan comes from you.

“Oh – I – love - those pretty - noises you make,” Tooru says, his voice strained and broken between breaths with the frantic thrusts of his hips. Your arms shake, knotted around his body holding yourself up. You’re meeting his thrusts, rolling his hips into his and squeezing your thighs. The building pleasure begins to rocket without warning, your heart racing and breath coming faster out of your mouth and hot against his skin, and you cry out –

“Tooru, I’m – coming!”

It washes over you, something you couldn’t hold back or stop even if he demanded it of you. Your muscles twitch, clenching over him as he keeps sliding in and out of you, fucking you through the orgasm. Tooru moves faster, fingers holding you up and pushing in the ridges of your spine. You’re just barely riding out the last waves of it, your inner walls still fluttering and clenching, when he comes hot in you, something that makes you arch your back and moan again as he shoots through you.

When you let go and untangle yourself, you’re boneless, trying your best not to simply fall into the bed like a limp lifeless doll. Your muscles feel relaxed and cramped at the same time, your breath a long way from returning to normal. And hunger, that’s the next persistent sense. Breakfast.

The necessities of life roll into your brain unbidden after that. Eating. Showering. Brushing teeth.

Tooru slumps onto his stomach, exhaling as he kicks out and reaches for his phone. “I actually should text him back,” he says, verbalizing your internal musing. “Practice wouldn’t hurt.”

Even this morning, the routine continues. There’s a businesslike, focused aspect to him and his priorities. It’s truly admirable. You stare at the ceiling, the light taking on a cooler tone as it splashes across the corner of the ceiling, Tooru’s phone clicking away besides you.

“I’ll air out the place when you leave,” you say, eyes still locked on the ceiling.

“Appreciate that. Can I shower first?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Tooru leans over you and kisses you on the forehead as he climbs off the bed, same as every morning. You push yourself up and grab his wrists, splaying your fingers over him, stroking your thumb along the side of his and tilting your chin up for him.

Don’t go, is what you want, to whine, to grab and grab and pull him back into the sheets, locking your arms and legs around him, to convince him to indulge. Get back in bed. Five more minutes. Don’t go. But your selfishness, your whining is not as sweet as his.

“One more,” you say instead, and Tooru smiles as he leans in, kissing your lips softly in the crackling light of the apartment.

fin.

idk why i was in a hakiyuu mood again out of the blue but it never hurts to regress to old fixations right?

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oikawinakurva · 4 months

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men who act and seem strong but once you reach the bedroom with them the roles are reversed >>>

nsfw under the cut

♡♡♡

"please," a soft whimper leaves his mouth.

"please what?" you tease.

"please touch me more."

you slide your hands along his inner thighs. he raises his hips, trying to make you touch him where he needs it the most.

"you need to be patient," you whisper as you slowly unbutton his shirt.

"but I need you so bad," he whines.

"I know you do, but patience is the key, yeah?"

he whines again, obviously getting more and more impatient as seconds pass. you're now messing with his belt, probably undoing it way too slow on purpose.

he closes his eyes and tries to ignore the painfully aching bulge in his pants. you brush your palm against it a few times as you slide his belt off, making him squirm.

you're being too slow, he thinks. he kicks his pants off as you undress yourself and starts palming his bulge through his underwear. he's able to relieve some of the frustration from earlier but he needs you to be the one touching him.

"please," he whimpers, "please touch me."

"you know I can't say no to you when you're like this." you say and finally do what he's been aching for this whole time.

you remove his underwear and let his bulge out. it slaps his stomach, making him even more embarrassed.

"how do you think everyone would react if they knew how you act behind closed doors?" you tease.

he bucks his hips upwards again. "please, I'll be a good boy.. I need you to touch me," he whines.

you slowly wrap your fingers around his erection, earning a breathy moan from him. his dick twitches slightly at your touch.

"fuck," he breathes out. his abs tighten and release as he tries to hold his orgasm in.

"I've barely touched you and you're already on the verge of cumming?" you say teasingly.

"what can I say? you're just.. too good," he says.

you start palming him slowly, earning many breathy whimpers and moans from him.

"please, let me cum," he whines. "I'll hold the next one in, I promise, just let me cum, please."

"go on, honey. I couldn't say no to that," you breathe out. who could deny a man like him in such a state?

"thank you, thank you, I'm coming," he moans. he raises his hands to hold the headboard above him as he cums, just because he needs to hold something. and boy, he cums a lot.

the sight in front of you sure is worth it; his stomach and chest is covered in his own cum and he's breathing heavily. his hair is messy and the look on his face is pure gold. he's looking at you with a look that says "you're everything, my everything".

"you're going to be the end of me," he breathes out with a soft chuckle. "god... how do you always manage to get me so messed up? who would've thought.. a man like me," he mumbles.

"a man like you, huh?" you tease. "well, hold on tight, because we aren't done," you say.

he smiles and pulls you close, pressing a soft kiss on your lips. "I'm all ready for you, always," he says and leans in to leave a trail of wet kisses along your neck.

"this will be a long night.."

gojo satoru, nanami, geto, choso, toji, atsumu, sakusa, oikawa, ushijima, kageyama, and your fav♡ (let me know if you have a character in mind who would fit this)

a/n: this is cringe ngl. i love subby men.

I took a break, sorry for not posting for a while :(

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oikawinakurva · 4 months

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𐔌᭥ᩙ༉ㅤ ㅤ 𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ candy!

pairing: toru oikawa x chubbyfem!reader

word count: 1.6k (HELLO??)

summary: when toru comes back from practice with a few scratches, he knows the one person who can kiss them better...

warnings: oral (f.receiving), mentions of breeding, little mention of cum eating at the end, toru is a chubby lover idc idc, sort of in between rough and soft sex??, pet names (baby, my love, mama, pretty boy, etc.), toru is a little shit (i love him sm)

authors notes: HAIIIIIILOOOOOOOOOOOOOO i'm so sorry that i've been so MIA like...... i went on vacation for like a week and even before that I had a bunch of tests and shit and then work right after it was just wayyyyy too much erm... BUT ANYWAYS i hope you guys enjoy this and i promise A LOTT more is coming tehe :3 also can y'all tell i have a breeding kink or is it not too obvious?

Toru Oikawa has never needed anyone before in his life.

His needs satiated by the attention of those who bombarded him with gifts, kisses on his charming face, letters that confessed their undying love for him. It had all been very cliche if he had to be brutally honest. Though, he never let it distract him. At least not completely.

Toru had continued to feed his love for volleyball past high school, exceeding his own expectations throughout his training to better his skills. Fortunately, throughout his self training, Toru had met the one person who wouldn’t chase after his attention…

“Baby? I’m home.” He mumbled as he held a tissue up to his bleeding nose. Leaving his shoes at the front door before closing it shut. He went to set his bag on the floor before freezing for a mere second and hanging it on the hook near the door.

He heard your feet patter against the wood floor as you made your way towards him, and he already knew what your reaction to his injury would be…

“Hi my lo–Oh my gosh what happened?!” You screamed in worry as you rushed to your boyfriend's side, cupping his cheeks with one hand grabbing his hand to move the tissue from his face.

“Ah it was nothin’. Hinata had spiked the ball and it hit my face…” He chuckled breathily as he looked down at you.

“Well it was clearly something, Toru. You’re bleeding!” You whined as you pulled him by the arm and into the bathroom. “You better tell that little shit that if you seriously get hurt, I’m gonna kill him.” You grumble as you sit him on the toilet and rummage through the drawers for the first aid kit.

“It’s not that serious, mama. I’m fine. Just a lil’ scratch.” Toru grinned as you rolled your eyes and walked towards him with the first aid kit in hand. He hissed as you pulled the tissue away from his face and let it fall into the trash can that was beside the both of you.

“Look up.” You grumbled as you cupped his cheek with one hand and dabbed the cut on his nose with the other. “You need to start being more careful.”

“You say that like I was at the verge of death.” His chuckle quickly turned into a low groan at the sting of the alcohol on his cut.

“You will be if you don’t shut up.” You huffed before dabbing his cut a few more times, oblivious to the chocolate brown eyes that stared at you.

He basked in the feeling of your skin against his. Your calloused but careful touch that had its own way of scolding him for being so careless of his own body, and gods did he love it.

You pulled away for a second to stare at his face, finally noticing his piercing but charming stare. “What?” You looked down at him as he tilted his head to the side before shaking it softly.

“Nothin’...” He mumbled before you huffed again and went to continue cleaning before he quickly grabbed your wrist, his tall figure standing up from the toilet and pulling you towards him as he stared down at you with a small grin on his pretty lips. “So pretty… Aren’t ya?” He whispered as he moved bits of your hair away from your face and grinned. “All mine too, hm?” He grinned as he leaned down to press a kiss to your plush lips, one hand grabbing a handful of your ass while the other was tucked around your hip, with your hands burying themselves in his fluffy brown hair as you pulled him in for more. His tongue dove into your mouth the second you gave him access, twirling around your own before he pulled away to give you both a breath, a smirk on his face before he pouted mockingly as he looked down and grabbed your hand, “This hurts too, ya’ know?” He mumbled against your lips with a grin as he moved your hand towards his hard-on that pressed against his shorts.

You look up at him and tilt your head, a small grin painting your lips before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I always take care of you… Why don’t we switch the roles this time, pretty boy?” You purr against his lips with a smirk.

Toru pounced as he pushed his lips against yours and leaned down to wrap his hands under your thighs, lifting your plush body off the ground and pushing you against the wall as your tongues clashed together. With one hand buried in his hair and the other wrapped around the back of his neck, Toru pulled you away from the wall and exited the bathroom and placed you roughly on the bed, climbing over your body and hovering over you as his lips never left yours before he ended up pulling away, only for a second to remove his shirt. His toned body always amazed you. After years of hard work, Toru was able to build muscle on every part of his body, but still stay the same soft boy you met a year ago.

You ran your hands over his abdomen as he leaned down again to press a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away again, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth at your small whine. “Relax, mama…” He whispered as he hooked his fingers under your shorts and pulled them down, along with your underwear. “Fuck…” He groaned lightly as he looked down at your twitching cunt that was begging for attention.

“Toruuu..” You whined as you reached to grab his hands that began to push your legs towards your chest, with your lover who began to kneel on his knees as he came face to face with your weeping pussy.

“Patience, baby. I got you…” He smirked before he looked back down at your cunt, his eyes glistening with need before he dove in between your legs. His tongue explored your folds as it occasionally flicked your clit. He groaned with his face buried in between your legs at your taste, “You taste so fuckin’ good…”

You ground your pussy against his mouth as you held tightly onto his hair, pulling softly with soft moans leaving your plush lips, your legs threatening to close around his head as he began harshly sucking your clit into his mouth, “O-Oh god–!” You whined as he continued to eat out your cunt with a need only you could satisfy. “T-Toru– I’m gonna–” You began to squeal until you felt him pull away from your cunt with a pop. “W-Wha-”

“Mm mm. You’re gonna come on my cock before anything else.” He grinned as he hooked his fingers under his own shorts and slipped them down his long legs, pulling you towards the end of the bed by your legs and hooking your calves over his shoulders as he guided his dick towards your entrance. “What do you want for dinner? I was thinking about getting takeout maybe.”

“What the fu–!” He cut you off as he pushed his cock inside of you, your walls tightening around his dick as he then leaned down with your legs still over his shoulders, and his hands on the backs of your thighs. “Y-You little sh–”

“Shut up for a second…” He groaned lightly into your ear, his breath warm against the side of your face. He pulled away to rest his forehead against yours as he opened his eyes to stare into your own. “God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful…” He hissed before pressing a kiss to your lips as he began thrusting his cock into you at a mediate pace, the squelch of your cunt music to his ears as the bed began to rock and creak softly. “Holy fuck…” He groaned lowly at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick.

“T-Toru–”

“I know, mama. I know.” Toru groaned lightly as his pace began to increase, his dick pistoning in and out of your cunt. You could feel your walls begin to twitch as you felt the cord in your lower stomach pulling until the point it could snap at any moment. “Cum for me. Cum all over this dick, baby.” He whispered against your lips with a smile, his head diving to then press kisses on your chest as he pulled your tank top down just enough to free your breasts, his lips wrapping around your nipple as he continued thrusting into you swiftly.

“C-Cum inside me, Toru… Please.” You whined as you buried your hands in his hair once again, pulling at his brown locks as he pulled away from your chest and grabbed ahold of your plush hips. The feeling of his cock pistoning in and out of you at such a vigorous pace and your walls tightening around him as you both got closer and closer to your climax.

He moaned at your words as he leaned down and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets on the sides of your head, “I’m gonna fuckin’ breed you, mama. Wanna get you pregnant, all nice and full of kids.. You’d like that huh?” He chuckled breathily before his pace began to stutter. “F-Fuck–G-Gonna–” He whimpered as his pace faltered, with your moans echoing in his ear as you came around his cock, and his cum painting your insides white. Your toes curled at the feeling of your orgasm washing over, breathless pants leaving both of your lips as you felt Toru pull away from you.

“Toru?” You mumbled as you reached for him with your eyes closed before you felt hands on the back of your thighs again, “Toru?” You called out again before a moan erupted from your throat. You felt his tongue begin to suck your clit once more, with his cum seeping out of your hole as licked every drop up.

He moaned against your folds before pulling away, looking up at you with half lidded eyes, “Gotta make sure I clean up… right?”

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oikawinakurva · 4 months

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[... and yet, it's you] - ft. oikawa toru

summary: there's a chinese song with the lyrics 【咸魚白菜也好好味】 which translates to "eating even dried salted fish and bok choi is good." with the meaning that i'm happy with anything as long as it's with you.

wc: 1.3k

for @shibaraki's komorebi collab! thank you for letting me participate, Monty!

1. Sharing a bathroom

The shower is already running when you finally drag yourself out of bed. Your vision is still bleary as you methodically brush your teeth, content to let your mind slowly clear out its sleepy fog to the sound of Oikawa humming in the shower.

You're at the toilet when Oikawa says, "why do you always do that?"

"Do what," you respond.

"Like… let out a little bit of pee before you pee the rest of it out."

You laugh a bit. "You're gonna think it's stupid."

"Just tell me," he says, seriously curious now.

"Once when I was really little, I dreamt that I was peeing in the bathroom but then realized I was still in bed when I woke up to myself wetting the bed."

The shower stops so you can hear Oikawa chuckling. "That wasn't what I was expecting."

"Well, I don't know what you expected but I'm not risking anything. I was traumatized."

"As someone who shares a bed with you, I'm grateful for that."

2. Movie Dates

When you pick up Oikawa's facetime call, you immediately greet him with a "I'm watching a movie and I'm getting to the good part. What do you want?"

He scrunches his nose at you, whining. "Rude!"

"Well?" you prompt. "What do you want?"

"Is it so bad that I missed you and wanted to talk to you?"

You roll your eyes, but affectionately. "I'm putting you on mute."

Oikawa throws out a half-hearted protest but he'll count it as a win that you didn't hang up completely. You mute your side of the line and prop your phone on the tea table facing you, continuing to watch your movie. Oikawa's perfectly content just watching your facial expressions through the small screen and obediently stays quiet.

He mutes his line. too, putting on reruns of an older match but periodically looks over to check in on you. And every time he does, he can't help the grin that stretches on his face as he watches your expressions change scene to scene. Eventually, he keeps his attention glued on your face through the screen, watching your light chuckles and your mouth moving when you exclaim in disbelief over something stupid a character did. By the end of the movie, you’re swiping tears from your eyes and you finally notice that your boyfriend has been watching you.

"Oh my god, Toru," you unmute to say. "That was such a good movie. We have to watch it together next time."

Oikawa's smile widens, eyes crinkling affectionately. "Anything you want, babe."

3. Out Shopping

On a rare Sunday that Oikawa actually takes off, the two of you head to the nearest major shopping mall to pick up some kitchen items. Oikawa keeps a tight grip around your hands as you ooh and ahh at all the colorful things in the mall; one distracted moment and he would lose you in the sea of people.

As you wander to aisles, you pass by the televisions where a rerun of an Olympic volleyball match is playing. Oikawa instinctively slows down to pay attention, taking mental notes of things he should try at tomorrow's practice.

His attention is pulled away when he feels you trying to pry your fingers out of his fists, only able to pull at his hand when his grip tightens.

"Toru," you say, "let go. I want to go see the bowls over there."

"Okay, let's go then," he agrees, tearing his attention away from the screens.

"No," you say, continuing to tug at your joined hands. "You can keep watching. I'll go look myself."

"What? Why? Let's just go together," he offers, but you tug your hand free.

"It's fine," you say, already walking towards the display that has your attention.

"Hey!" he protests, trying to follow your figure that has already blended into the crowds. Even with his towering height, he does his best to follow after you, locking in on the colorful sweater you decided to wear today.

Despite Oikawa having a significant edge over you in the height department, your little legs carry you surprisingly fast as you weave through people moving in every direction. The distance between the two of you grows larger until you finally stop to admire the collection of pottery on the shelves. He hastily closes the distance before you take off again.

"Geez, for someone so short," he punctuates this statement with a heavy hand on your head, leaning heavily on it to dramatically catch his breath, "you sure walk fast."

You swat his hands away and reach up to the top shelf for the set of bowls you like.

He easily grabs them for you and puts them into the basket that he was sure wasn't in your hands when you were still by the TVs. He plucks the basket out of your grip and continues to tease you.

"It's always the short ones that walk like today's the last day of their lives," he laughs.

"Shut up, Toru," you fix him with a scathing glare and he holds his hands up in surrender.

You scoff, but take hold of his hand again, leading him to the next display you want to take a look at. He smiles contentedly now that your hands are joined again. And that's all he really wanted.

4. Bedtime Routine

You’re in bed, all tucked in when Oikawa finally joins you. He quietly prepares for bed and gently gets under the covers so as not to wake you. His arms reach over, ready to pull you in for a good night kiss but he doesn’t get the chance because one of your hands pops out from under the duvet to smack him in the forehead.

“Ow! Why?!” he sputters.

You scowl at him. “How many times do I have to tell you to shut the door when you come in!”

“Okay, okay,” he rubs his forehead but obeys. The door shuts. “Happy?”

You grunt.

He chuckles a bit, charmed at your grumpiness.

He tries again to pull you in, but this time, your hand reaches out to pinch the nearest part of his body. That happens to be his left pec.

“Ouch! What now?”

“Did you open the windows?”

Without complaint, he climbs out of bed again to open the window, allowing a gust of cold night air to swallow the room. He sees your legs wiggle a bit from under the duvet and smiles inwardly.

For the third time, he climbs in bed but stays a good distance away in case he forgot any other part of your night ritual.

You turn around to face him, duvet pulled above your nose so he can only see your eyes.

“Why are you so far?”

“Are you done hurting me?”

You scoff. “As if you even felt any of it.”

“My forehead is red!” he exclaims.

“Fine, stay on that side then.”

Oikawa can’t help but laugh, shifting over to you and wrapping you up in a hug so tight, you let out a squeal when he squeezes. He doesn’t want to let go, so he keeps his arms tight around your torso and turns to lay on his back, pulling you so that your entire body is splayed over his.

“Toru, I’ll squash you!”

He ignores you and just nuzzles gently into neck. You sigh and shift so that you’re chest to chest with him, your head falling to the side so that your noses don’t collide. You’ll never tell him that you like the windows open every night so that the room is cool enough for you to bask in his warmth without overheating.

Oikawa sighs, smoothing his palm over your back. “Good night, baby.”

You murmur it back.

Oikawa thinks this is it. This is the life - just being able to do your silly nighttime routine with you. Your warmth lulls him to sleep and he’s almost there when he feels your prop up, palms pushing hard enough on his chest that it forces an exhale out of his lungs.

“Did you get me a glass of water? You know I get thirsty in the middle of the night.”

He sighs, but obliges nonetheless.

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oikawinakurva · 4 months

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Felix loves being soft towards you in any way

we need more fluff with felix <3

i hope you enjoy xx

i feel like felix would be the softest boy towards you. he would stay in bed with you as much as possible before having to go down to breakfast with the family. you two would walk into the dining room with his hand on your back.

he just wants to spend all his time with you and he never wants to be parted from you.

felix likes to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. especially if you two are cuddling. on the couch you lay in his lap, his arms wrapped protectively around your waist. you are comfortable, laying your head on his chest.

you are both watching a film in the library, letting the days of summer pass by. during the day, you lay on a blanket and read while felix smokes a cigarette and admires your beauty.

at night you lay out underneath the stars and watch the night sky. felix is on his back, smoking a cigarette. you’re head is on felix’s chest. while you are admiring the night sky, felix is admiring you.

“it’s so breathtakingly beautiful, isn’t it?” you ask, wondering how a sky could be as vast as what you’re looking at.

felix is only trained on you, “it’s gorgeous,” he says softly, not taking his eyes off you as he takes a drag of his cigarette.

you cuddle into him and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer.

“if you’re cold we can go back inside? im sure my bed is warmer,” felix smirks.

you look up at him and smile softly, “it’s nice out here, im not cold.” felix kisses your forehead softly

felix wants to please you, so he’s always doing something to make you happy. he’ll buy you a necklace with your name on it, pearls, fancy dresses for dinner with his family, etc.

when you and him are at oxford, he takes out on the best dates. you want to chill, grab a coffee and look at books? done. he will take you out.

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oikawinakurva · 4 months

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hi nie congrats on yr milestone love !!! if u have the time n u want to, u shld do 7 with ran :3 again congrats <3

note: thank u so much bby! there was no umbrella so i interpreted it that you didn’t want angst (i am so sorry in advance if u wanted angst bc this is purely crack/fluff)

#7 so what you’re saying is… you don’t love me anymore.

“no, ran. it’s too late. i wanna sleep.” you muttered into your pillow as you adjusted your position on your shared bed.

“but, doooll” he whines out. “i really want a mont blanc right now.” you clicked your tongue, tuning him out.

“we’ll get one tomorrow, there are no stores open.” you answer back. “then make one for me.” you can feel your six-foot tall boyfriend pout from behind you as he snaked his arms around your waist.

“pleaaase?” “no, ran. it’s four in the fucking morning, let me sleep.” you groaned, adjusting yourself once more on the bed, trying to pry ran’s arms off of you. “aren’t you sleepy?” you huffed out the question, knowing that your boyfriend was notorious for sleeping for long periods of time.

“i would be after a good serving of mont blanc.” ran answers and you threw a pillow in his face.

“ran, i am not getting up at fuck-o-clock just to make you a dessert while you sleep your ass off.” “i’d stay up with you!” with your eyes closed, you rolled your eyes.

“no, ran.” “so what you’re saying is… you don’t love me anymore.” your eyes opened at his words, your face giving him a look of disbelief at his words.

“now when the hell did i say that?” ran shrugs. “dunno, you don’t even want to make your boyfriend happy.” “ran, what the fuck–” “it’s fine, i understan–”

two hours went by, your forehead was sweaty but you managed to finish piping up the last of the dessert that your boyfriend wanted, at the final dusting of powdered sugar, ran beamed, hugging you from the back and pressing a kiss at the nape of your sweaty neck.

“thank you, doll!” he says as he takes one of the tarts, moaning at the sweet taste that his his taste buds at the right spot.

“you are so fucking annoying, did you know that?” you groaned as you melted in his hold, you took a bite out of the tart that he held out for you. “you’re lucky this tastes good.”

“i know someone who tastes even better.” “not in front of the food, ran!”

ran thinks that baking at 4am would be your new couple's hobbies (you fought the urge to hit him with a frying pan once he brought it up with you.)

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oikawinakurva · 4 months

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SUMMER DAYS

synopsis. ꩜ what it’s like to spend your summer days at Saltburn.

author’s note. ∿ this was supposed to be a drabble/headcannon but i can’t write anything short it seems; allusions to smut, fluff.

at breakfast

you sat next in between Venetia and Farleigh, across from your lover, Felix. Sir James would ask you if you slept well and had a good night, a kind and common courtesy for any guest he’s hosting at his home. Everyone turned to you as you nodded, recalling the night before. It was spent in Felix’s room, his hand over your mouth as you moaned, careful not to wake anyone up.

“Yes, I slept well,” You answered. Everyone probably noted that your hair indicated other wise, just slightly messier and unkempt than it’s usually been in the morning. But you wondered if everyone could see the cheeky smile on the boy across from you at the table.

in the pool

You swam after breakfast with Venetia while the boys sat in the lounge chairs. You’d asked Felix to swim with you but he insisted he'd finish the book he was reading. While Farleigh got into the pool after a few splashes from Venetia, it seemed as though Felix needed more convincing.

"Don't you wanna get in the pool?" You asked Felix, crawling up his body on the chair. "The water's nice, it'll cool you down-" he started tickling you before you could finish your argument, trying to get your wet body away from his.

"Christ, you're cold!" He laughed as you attempted to fight back, pushing away his arms with yours.

"Fine, you want me to go in?" He caved, picking your body up from on top of him and walking over to the ledge of the pool. "You first."

You screamed as Felix threw you from his arms into the hair, hitting the water with a splash. Felix followed suit, diving in right after.

"Is this what you wanted, darling?" He said swimming over to you and you wrapped your legs around his frame underwater, bringing him closer to you.

"Exactly." You answered, locking your lips with him only for your kiss to be interrupted by Farleigh's fake gags.

"Get a room!"

on the court

you were invited for a match of tennis. You changed from your bathing suit attire into a silk dress, a pair of sunglasses and heels, which is not necessarily ideal for the sport but you wanted to follow formalities. You and Felix were paired together for the doubles game against Farleigh and Venetia.

It was nonchalant the way you all played, slightly lethargic from the champagne you’d been drinking. Still, Felix managed to keep the score and in the final game of the second set you scored the winning point for your team. And to celebrate Felix lifted you off the ground, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Fantastic job, love!” He laughed, spinning you around.

“Felix, put me down!” You exclaimed, slapping his back playfully in between giggles.

“Did you guys see that?” He taunted the other team. “We have a new Wimbledon star over here,” He beamed jokingly and Farleigh was quick to flash him the finger, watching Felix pop another bottle of Champagne.

in the field

You laid bare on your stomach, a cigarette hanging out the side of your mouth as you read one of the few books you packed with you.

"There you are," Felix said, stripping off his suit from earlier's tennis match. "You like what you see?" He asked as he watched you stare intently and he shot you a coy wink.

"You know it, baby," You replied, lifting the sunglasses to rest on your head so you could see Felix in all his glory.

"They say it's rude to stare," he declared, walking over to you and sitting down on the ground next to you.

"Then I guess I'm the meanest bitch alive," You smiled and he plucked the cigarette from your mouth. You gasped, (jokingly) jaw dropped.

"They also say it's rude to take things that aren't yours."

He raised his eyebrow playfully as he took a drag, teasing you. You rolled your eyes and he laid down next to you.

"They also say sharing is caring," He exhaled.

You scoffed with a chuckle. "Shut up. Who is 'they’ anyway?" You questioned and he shrugged, offering you your own smoke back. Nonetheless you accepted it as he kept it steady while you took a drag. Your head rested on his shoulder as you puffed out the grey odor, and he watched in admiration. He observed how the sunlight pooled in your eyes and the way your lips curved as you breathed out the stench in clouds. Sure, Saltburn was his house, but the weight of your head on his shoulder made you feel like home, and he appreciated every moment of it.

at dinner

you felt intimated by the sophisticated customs at Saltburn and dinner was no different. You sat at the large dining table next to Felix, his hand on your thigh.

"You look beautiful, my love," He told you as he passed you a bottle of wine, which you gladly accepted. You were dressed in an evening gown to match the black tie attire everyone else had shown up in, yet you still felt out of place like a sore thumb. You poured a glass of wine, hoping it would ease your anxiety.

"Not too much, darling," Felix warned, giving a slight squeeze to your leg. He could sense your nervousness, having been watching you toy with your jewelry for the past five minutes. But, he didn't want you falling over yourself by the end of the night either. You looked around and everybody seemed to be occupied with conversation of the company around them so it seemed like you were in clear to have a side conversation with your lover.

"I know, I just feel like I don't belong here."

Felix grabbed the hand that was fidgeting with your necklace and brought it to his mouth, his lips leaving a delicate kiss on your skin.

"You of all people deserve to be here. There's nothing to worry about." You didn't say anything, only huffed as you bit your lip. "And if you don't believe me and you still feel nervous, just squeeze my hand alright?"

You nodded, accepting his offer and holding his hand in yours as the woman next to him dragged him into another conversation. Still, when you squeezed his hand, it was always reciprocated, Felix unable to ignore you.

at the lake

you and Felix giggled, arms linked together as you headed towards the body of water. You excused yourselves from dinner early—dragging on with meaningless conversation you began to zone out from, and Felix was just as bored as you. Dinner wasn't usually like this but the additive guests, the Henry's, seemed to dull the excitement with their own stories solely for the purpose of one-upping the Cattons it seemed. So, Felix came up with an excuse for the both of you, something along the lines of 'you weren't feeling well' and he 'needed to take care of you' which wasn't entirely untrue. Boredom is an uncomfortable feeling which Felix needed to take care of by something more fun.

"Thank you for that but why did you have to make me the damsel in distress? They're going to think I'm a snob," You whined.

"They would never. But me on the other hand? Yeah I think you're a snob. Making me carry your heels is outrageous," He teased with your shoes in his hand and you shook your head unable to hide your soft giggles.

"But they do love you y'know."

"Whatever," You mumbled and you felt your feet lift off the ground as Felix threw you over his shoulder. You watched him put your heels down and the ground started to move below you.

"Felix! Put me down! Where are you-" You saw the edge of the lake and it clicked. "You are not throwing me in without a bathing suit! Felix, please!" You screamed, resorting to slapping his back.

"Quiet, love, you're gonna get us in trouble."

"I don't have another dress, put me down!" You demanded.

"You can borrow one, its fine." With that he threw you into the lake, your body sinking into the cold water.

"Felix!" You cried as you resurfaced, watching him stand at the lake's edge completely dressed and completely dry. "It's cold!" What am I supposed to wear after this?"

"You can take my jacket," He reassured you after he stripped himself of his suit, jumping into the lake after you, only clad in boxers.

He swam towards you. "You poor baby."

"It's cold."

"How 'bout I warm you up then?" His hands were at your sides, pulling up your dress under water, his mouth hot against your neck as he began to mark his territory. You knew now that the night would end with you in his bed like it had for the past week, and you would be asked about it all over again at breakfast—but there's no other way you'd want to spend your nights and summer days.

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oikawinakurva · 4 months

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6:40 pm

"Babe, wake up."

You sleepily hummed, "...What?"

"Wake up."

"Why are you awake?"

"The sky is awake, so I am awake, that is why-"

You immediately interrupt him, "Please stop and go to sleep."

He whined and clung onto your arm, "But babe, I have to ask you a really important question!"

"Can this not wait until morning?"

"Nope, it cannot!", even if your eyes are closed, you know he has that stupid grin on his face.

You sighed, there is no point in arguing with him after all, "What is it?"

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

. . .

Peeking at the digital clock on your bedside table, you pulled the covers closer to your chin.

2:47 am.

"No. I hate insects."

He gasped, "Excuse you, worms are not insects!"

Deeply sighing, you turned away from him, "Insects, invertebrates, doesn't matter. Both are disgusting."

"Even butterflies?"

"Especially butterflies."

He huffed and snatched the cover from your side, "I thought you loved me!"

You sighed again and pulled back the covers, "I do love you. and I will continue to love you forever. As long as you're human. Isn't that enough?"

Maybe a little bit of flattery will help you to get your sleep back?

You knew he got flustered, but it is him, your beloved boyfriend, and he knew how your brain worked.

"No, you need to love me in every form."

"Life is not the bee movie, babe."

He turned away from you, "You are so mean."

Your eyes finally opened.

The topic was finished(?) and you could finally fall asleep, but was it worth waking up with a stingy boyfriend in the morning?

Definitely not.

You buried your face in his back and wrapped your arms around his waist, "I'll love you if I was a worm too. We'll be a worm couple and have worm babies. Happy now?"

He didn't say anything for a few seconds before clearing his throat, "Y-you are just saying that."

Grinning, you planted a kiss on his nape, "Goodnight, babe."

GOJO, Yuuji, RANPO, Dazai, NIKOLAI, Kaiser, Bachira, Kurona, Reo, ATSUMU, Oikawa, Bokuto, free to add!

I always liked this idea, but the flow of this drabble is so bad TT so might edit someday, thanks for reading anyways<33

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oikawinakurva · 9 months

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oikawa has a size kink. please hold for elaboration.

contains: gn!reader (no pronouns or body descriptions) size kink (lots of talk of his dick "going deep"), he puts his hands around readers throat but there's no actual choking

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

oikawa that pushes you down on his bed for a hookup, rolling on a condom and thrusting up over your lower stomach.

"see that? look how deep im gonna go in you" his thumb presses down on his length, smirking. "think you can handle it?"

he grins when you whine, nodding and gasping out a small plea. "yeah? gonna need you to say it, angel" he teases

"i can- i can take it" you swallow hotly, twisting your hips to try and lure him in. "please"

oikawa leans down to kiss you, stopping just before making contact, "you look so pretty when you beg" he grins, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, one leaving you only wanting more. but he pulls back, eyes darkening when he moves back. he grabs the base of his cock, slapping it over your stomach for good measure and presses the tip against your entrance.

he pushes in slowly, eyes glued to your hot body taking him in. his hand lands on your lower stomach again, pressing down to feel the tightness when he bottoms out. oikawa grins, hips flush against yours.

"look at that," he groans, stroking your waist and drawing a line with his finger where his cock had previously been, "so deep, isn't it, angel?"

his eyes dart up to yours, sultry eyes searching confirmation.

"s-so deep, can feel it-" your hands grip his and press down on your stomach, slowly dragging his hands up your body and stopping at your throat. his hands clasp around your neck, possessive but not squeezing. "-everywhere."

a low groan passes from his lips and you feel his cock jerk inside you. his eyes roll back for a moment, body moving to have his forearms pressing onto the bed on either side of your bed. his mouth finds your neck, pressing a hot, wet kiss to the soft skin.

"you treat me so well" he hums with a grin, hips slowly pulling back.

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oikawinakurva · 10 months

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oikawa being a pro at fingering and ass slapping because he’s a setter + his strong jump serves.

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oikawinakurva · 10 months

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PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ OIKAWA TŌRU x f! reader

syn: oikawa asks you to help with his finger training for volleyball—a requirement for being CA san juan’s main setter but not in the way you thought.

── cw: timeskip!oikawa, nsfw (mdni), smut, fingering, clit slapping (brief), overstimulation, multiple orgasms (two), pet names (baby, my pretty)

“tōru—ah..! when you said to h-help you out.. i thought you meant real training—ngh!” you let out a heated gasp, throwing your head back against oikawa’s shoulder. “baby, this is training.” oikawa breathlessly chuckled, his lips dangerously close to your ear.

it was almost 8 pm, and the two of you were inside his club’s gymnasium for some ‘personal practice’ per oikawa’s words—the mixed sounds of wet squelching and erotic moans echoed off the walls, shamelessly filling the entire gym with such lewd sounds.

when oikawa asked you for help to train his fingers, you didn’t expect to be sitting on one of the benches between oikawa’s legs while he stuffed his slender fingers in and out of your sopping cunt. both heels of your feet were propped on the edge of the bench to give oikawa more access—your pants and underwear long discarded in front of you.

a loud whimper slipped past your lips as oikawa’s hand rubbed tight circles on your clit while the other one pumped two slender digits inside you, curling upwards to hit the spongey spot over and over again, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “i’m finger training, aren’t i? and you’re helping me.. like the good girl you are, hm?”

oikawa peppered the side of your neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses; switching between sucking and biting the supple skin, earning a loud moan from you in the form of his name. “mhm.. clenching around my fingers so tightly, my pretty.” the burn you felt in your legs were indescribable but you couldn’t care less about how much it hurt, not when he was fucking you with his fingers this good.

your body jerked against oikawa’s as he lightly slapped your clit, “ngh—aah! t-tōru, f-fuck!” the hand that worked on your clit snaked up and under your shirt to massage your breasts through your bra. annoyed, he yanked the fabric down which caused your breasts to spill over it; you moaned as oikawa played with your hardened nipple.

you slumped against his chest, his large hand squeezing and tugging at the soft ball of skin on your chest. he moaned against your neck, sending vibrations down as he quickened the pace of his hand, his fingers scissoring your insides. “that’s it. you gonna cum f’me, my pretty girl?” oikawa dragged his nose along your jaw, inhaling your scent that drove him oh so crazy.

a shiver ran down your spine as the tip of his nose ghosted over your sensitive skin. “s-shit, yes! i’m cumming..! aah fuck fuck fuck!” you pressed the back of your head further into his shoulder, your muscles stiffening as the knot in the pit of your stomach snapped—bringing your whole body into a blissful orgasm.

crying his name out loud, you clenched your eyes shut as your cunt squeezed and gushed around his fingers. oikawa didn’t let up, no matter how hard your pussy clenched, he tried his best to thrust his digits in and out—riding your orgasm out. a whispered curse left oikawa’s lips as he saw a white ring forming at the base of his fingers.

“mhm.. think you can give me one more?” it didn’t even sound like a question. once he felt your walls relax around his fingers as you came down from your high, he returned to the quick pace of his hand—thrusting his fingers in and out, in and out. your legs trembled at the overstimulation, tears brimming around your eyes.

“shit! shit! shit..! haah! tōru, i-i can’t! no more..” you bit down hard on your bottom lip, both your hands flying down to grab his wrist in an attempt to halt the swift pace he’d set. “one more for me, baby. i know you can do it.” oikawa’s free hand slapped your clit once again, causing the heels of your feet to slide off the bench, meeting the ground.

he clicked his tongue but nonetheless kept his fast pace, both his hands working on your sopping cunt. a fresh set of hot tears rolled down your warm cheeks, crying oikawa’s name out loud as your whole body trembled—ready for yet another mind blowing orgasm. “aah..! haah! i’m cumming. fuuuuck!”

your hands tightened around his wrist as you came, high pitched moans leaving your lips. he whispered sweet nothings to your ear, arms tightening around you to hold your trembling body while he praised you for being so good. you chest heaved up and down as your rode out your second orgasm, body coated in a light sheen of sweat.

oikawa slowly pulled his fingers out, earning a small whine from you at the loss of contact. he cursed under his breath at how sexy the sight in front of him was, your cum dripping down from your cunt to the wooden bench; his fingers coated in your sweet, sticky mess that rolled down his wrist.

you bit your lip at how pretty his fingers looked, glistening under the bright gymnasium lights. “fuck, baby.. look at that.” oikawa whispered from behind you before bringing his digits to his mouth, lips eagerly encasing around his fingers to suck and lap at your sweet release. a shiver ran down your spine as oikawa moaned around his own fingers, loud sucking noises filling your ears.

he let his digits go with a loud pop, “mhm, i should take you more often when i practice by myself. especially when i’m training my fingers..” you didn’t have to look back to know that a smug smirk plastered his pretty face.

“i’m not complaining about that at all. looks like your fingers are trained indeed.”

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ OIKAWA TŌRU ── cw: nsfw (mdni), suggestive

sitting in between oikawa’s legs, your back flush against his chest as he peppers open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, biting back a moan while his slender hands wander all over the front of your torso—squeezing, cupping, and massaging your clothed body. he just can’t enough of you, and how every little thing he does to your body elicits the most erotic sounds past your swollen lips.

god, he’s such a tease, casually murmuring into your burning skin to ask how your day was like his lips aren’t sending shivers down your spine, causing your legs to numb in pleasure. oikawa absolutely adores everything about you—how your breaths seem to get shallower as every minute passes; how your body is slumped against his own, all open and ready for him to do whatever he wants to you.

your head spins as you feel a slender hand snake its way down your stomach and into your sweats, making contact with the bare skin of the apex of your legs. he lets out a soft chuckle against the sensitive skin of your jaw as you call out his name in a long whimper, “tōruuuu~” he loves it when you’re like this; not exactly helpless, no but you’re willingly giving him control over your body.

it excites him more than it really should, and he knows he won’t be able to leave you alone tonight. not when you’re sitting between his legs, all pretty and perfect for him—ready to fill the room with endless whimpers and moans.

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“yes, rintaro?”

“hi-jesus, a warning next time would be nice,”

“you called me,” you huff, picking at the now dried mask on your face in the small reflection of the facetime. “what do you want, rin?”

suna is outside, walking rather quickly as the background is blurred around him. he lets out an airy laugh before looking at the screen.

“i’m drunk;” he smirks, continuing to walk but tripping a little, shaking the camera. you raise your eyebrows at him to continue. he sniffs. “and i’m coming over.”

“is your house broken or something?”

he giggles, then shakes his head. “nah, yours is closer though.”

you sigh and accept defeat. you knew your best friend was in the neighborhood from his social media posts, so it’s no surprise he’s deciding to drop in. it’s late though, well past midnight. you shuffle into your bathroom to rinse off the mask, setting your phone on the counter.

“when will you be here?”

he clears his throat and swallows. “i’m walking up the stairs, so 2 min-fuck-minutes,” he trips up the steps and groans.

“what? okay give me a minute, i’ll be right there,” you wash off your mask quickly and run to the door, realizing too late as you slide on your socked feet that you’re only in a t shirt, suna’s t shirt. you open the door to find a very intoxicated suna, leaning against your with heavy eyes and a smile, which turns to a frown when he sees you.

“hey, that’s mine,” he taps the collar of your shirt before pushing past you, slipping off his shoes and throwing his coat on the floor.

“you reek, rin. god, where were you?”

he smirks. now making himself comfy on the couch despite your protesting glares.

“the club a few blocks away, it was packed and-“ he hiccups. “y-yeah it was just busy. aran was there,”

“don’t fall asleep on my couch,” you tap his leg as you walk past, tidying up a little. he opens his eyes and sits up, slumped into the cushions. “how do you feel?”

suna doesn’t answer. he scrolls on his phone at full volume, completely ignoring you while chuckling at the different videos he comes across.

one of the worst things about your best friend was how stubborn he is normally, but that stubbornness triples when he’s had enough to drink.

you stand in front of him with your arms crossed for a few more seconds before you clear your throat. he finally looks up and waves.

“rin, why don’t you-“

“so yeah, aran was there and-“ he laughs at something on his phone, losing his train of thought.

“how about you take a shower?”

“no,” he pouts again. “why don’t you take a shower?”

you huff. “i’m calling aran to get y-“

“i think i’m going to take a shower,” he grunts, standing up and following you to the bathroom while you grab towels for him. when you finish turning the water, he begins to lift up his shirt.

“uh-uh,” you laugh to yourself and slip out the door, pulling it shut. “you can do that in private. take your time, i’m going to bed.”

“but what if i wanted you to see?”

you stutter. “y-you’re drunk, rin. just shower, please.”

you hear him clamber into the shower soon after and retreat to your bed. as you settle in, suna’s comment continues to nag at you. sure, he jokes around and has his fun with you. but in the many years being his best friend, he’s never made any sort of effort to make a move on you.

you feel dizzy, suddenly picturing suna in a way you had never before. it felt like jumping off the high dive and into water all at once.

“what am i supposed to wear?” a very wet suna waltzes into your room with a towel on his waist, and you wish you could jump into that pool right now. you can’t take your eyes off his torso, eyeing the defined muscle as they flex with every step.

“there’s s-some of your clothes here from last time, they’re clean i just forgot to give them to you,” you jump out of bed and rummage through your closet before handing him his belongings.

“oh cool,” he walks back to the bathroom, bumping into the wall on the way. you slink back to bed without another word.

just as you’re drifting off to sleep, your mattress dips.

“hi,” suna breathes, getting under your covers with you.

“what are you doing?” you hiss, voice a whisper. he stares back at you with an irritated look.

“painting a picture, what does it look like? i’m going to bed,” he huffs, pulling your covers over him and leaving your legs exposed to the cold air.

“rintaro,” you pull the covers back over you and he groans. “i don’t want to hear it! if you’re going to sleep in my bed at least share.”

he remains quiet, making himself comfortable on the other side of the bed. meanwhile, your heart is racing and your mind is fighting between being bothered and pining over your best friend.

“did you use my shampoo?”

“of course i did,” suna’s voice is tired as he finally settles in. “the extra stuff you gave me sucks. and you smell good so thought i’d use it,”

your heart skips a beat. you don’t say anything, though.

your eyes get a little heavy, mind finally relaxing as the heavy sounds of suna’s breathing lull you to sleep.

the next morning you wake up next to your best friend, blinking a few times before you get a good look at him. he’s resting against the pillow, your blanket pulled up to his bare chest while he scrolls on his phone.

“good morning rin,” you mumble, yawning and sitting up. “did you sleep okay? are you feeling today today?”

“slept great,” he mumbles, eyes not leaving his screen. “i feel okay. head hurts,”

you nod, handing him your water bottle and an aspirin from your bedside table which he happily takes.

“thanks for letting me stay here by he way,”

“of course,” you watch as he sits up, blankets falling to his hips and showcasing his muscles once more.

“i feel bad that you had to deal with me,” he looks you in your eyes and for some reason, it feels different from normal. you shrug.

“i don’t mind.”

he smirks and gets comfortable once more, but begins typing on his phone with a giggle.

“what’s so funny?”

“nothing,” he smirks at the screen. “i just told aran we slept together, though.

“rintaro!”

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