#sin asks

NSFW:

As he is a shapeshifter demon he is able to change his anatomy to whatever you prefer, his natural form is male/masculine but if you prefer female/feminine he is willing to shift to be like that

Glancing at the clock for the umpteenth time that evening, you frowned and checked your phones notifications once more. Nothing. 

As time consuming as Oikawa’s career in volleyball was, and how invested he was in it, he always managed to keep you updated on his whereabouts. Tonight, however, dinner was untouched and the apartment remained silent. 

It was difficult to not start overthinking. Oikawa was busy, it had probably just slipped his mind. He needed a new phone as well, maybe his ancient one had died. 

You tapped your nails on the table in a flurry of nervous energy before standing up and gathering the cold dishes. Might as well get it put away at this rate. 

Right as you slid the last dish into the drying rack the door opened, followed by the thump of Oikawa dropping his gym bag and kicking off his shoes. 

“Sweetheart?” He called out as he rounded the corner into the kitchen. 

He paused when he saw you, a tired smile on his face while his soft brown eyes took you in. His shoulders drooped, just the sight of you being enough to release a bit of his stress from a long day. 

“Pajama’s already?” He asked teasingly, stepping forward to place his hands on your hips. 

He caught you in a languid kiss, sighing in relief at the warm touch of your lips. 

“Sorry I’m so late,” he murmured, dragging his lips up your jaw. “Practice was awful.”

Oikawa loved volleyball with his entire being. When it went poorly, he took it hard. 

“Is it your knee again?” You asked, tipping your head to the side so he could kiss your throat. 

“Mm,” he hummed against your pulse. “Luckily no. Coach was on one today is all. Put everyone in a terrible mood.”

Relieved he wasn’t hurt, you nodded and smoothed your hands up the lean muscles of his back. He sighed into your mouth, hands gently cupping your cheeks, and pulled back with heavily lidded eyes. Wordlessly, he grabbed the backs of your thighs and hooked your legs around his narrow waist. Recognizing the gleam in his eyes, you hid an eager smile in the crook of his neck. 

Oikawa was a giver. He gave his all to his passion, even at the expense of his own body. Now, stressed and needing release, all he could think about was burying his face into your sweet pussy and letting the stresses of the day melt away. He could spend hours between your thighs, bringing you to countless orgasms before he was satisfied.

He set you down on the bed softly, looking down at you with an adoring smile. His hands came up, rough palms drawing across your cheeks and calloused fingers pulling gently through your hair. It sent tingles up your spine, the immense love he was pouring into such simple actions. He pulled you into a sweet kiss before stepping back and undressing. You devoured him selfishly, eyes consuming the expanses of tan skin and lean muscle that was piece by piece revealed to you. 

“Tooru,” you breathed. 

His face flushed pink at all that went unsaid in the weight of that one little word, all that you couldn’t possibly voice. Two hands went to your shoulders, pushing you up the bed until you were propped on the pillows. His nimble fingers quickly rid you of your bottoms and panties. Oikawa moaned at the sight of your pussy, already dripping for him. He wasted no time falling to his stomach and pulling your thighs over his broad shoulders. 

“Fuck, honey,” he rumbled against your pussy before delving his tongue into your folds.

You gasped, hands immediately moving to tangle in his soft hair. He blinked up at you right as he pushed his tongue inside you, slurping lewdly. He moaned into your pussy, tongue curling and massaging against your tender walls. Your thighs clamped around his head, a moan ripping from your throat at his precise, wicked tongue. He grabbed your thighs roughly, using them as leverage to pull you tighter against his face. 

“Yes, yes! Tooru, fuck!” You cried out, fingers tightening in his hair. His eyes fluttered at the stinging along his scalp, fingers digging sharply into your skin.

Whimpering, you writhed against him shamelessly as he ate you out. His lips wrapped around your clit, tongue laving heavily against it until you were arching off the bed, orgasm sending more slick dripping down Oikawa’s chin. He moaned throatily, moving back down to your hole to lap it up as your recovered. Once you weren’t twitching with sensitivity, he thrust his pointed tongue back into your drenched cunt. The juicy sounds coming from the quick pumps of his tongue in and out of you caused your face to flush hotly but it was all so obscenely delicious that he quickly pushed you through a second orgasm. You were panting now, squirming so much he had to sling an arm over your hips to hold you still. 

“Stop that,” he said, voice low and rough with pupils blown wide.

His strong grip sent a thrill up your spine and the hand still on your thigh rhythmically squeezed the soft flesh. He was more gentle now, not really going for another orgasm and instead lazily running his tongue through your drenched folds, occasionally catching your clit or dipping the tip into your pussy. Eyes closed in bliss, he unhurriedly devoured you with slow licks and soft kisses to your clit. Once your thighs started to clench around him again, another orgasm building up gradually under his  measured movements, he pressed close again and shoved his tongue so deep your legs kicked out uncontrollably. 

His jaw flexed and his eyes were scrunched in concentration as he lashed his tongue against your hot insides. After a long moment of that, he dragged his tongue from your hole to your clit and captured the sensitive, hardened between his lips. He suctioned his lips around it while massaging  firmly with his tongue. His hand dropped from your thigh and he pushed two eager fingers inside of you. He curled them rapidly as he simultaneously lapped and sucked at your clit until your vision went white with pleasure. 

When you came to, your head was swimming, your ears ringing. Light pressure between your thighs reminded you of where you were.

“How you feeling, honey?” Oikawa asked, cheek resting on your thigh as he drew circles on hip. 

“Good,” you said thickly, blinking heavily. 

“Not too much?”

“Just…” you took a deep breath, gliding your fingers through his hair. “Give me a minute.”