#sub!oikawa

That bastard has been the main problem that has suddenly made your job unenjoyable. He's been pulling all sorts of shit like making you repeat things at least 5 times each class, whispering crude remarks about you to his friend—even though he sits in the front of the room and you can hear each one—, and throwing paper balls and airplanes around randomly just to annoy you. Overall, he's a real nuisance during class.

And you know damn well that he doesn't even need or care for the repeating from the way he smirks at you when you're done and from now he has failed most of the quizzes and tests that you've given to the class yet doesn't go to you for any help.

No matter how annoying he is in your class, you can't be bothered to report him to the head of the school, afraid it would tarnish your new reputation as a teacher. After all, you heard rumors about how he's gotten teachers fired, and knowing his parents are somewhat influential, you'd rather not find out firsthand if they're true or not. All you can do is complain about him to your friends as you wait for the school year to end. At least his class is always the last one of the day, right? Yeah right.

Now back to the present.

As you finish repeating most of the things you already went over, you ignore the gaze burning into your head and quickly post the classwork on your laptop. However, right as you open your mouth to continue teaching, the bell rings and you can't help but let your shoulders slump as you look up to the students with a forced smile.

"I just posted the homework for this lesson that's due next class so don't forget to complete it! The semester is coming to an end so final grades will be put in soon."

As they pack up and begin chatting, a few give you sympathetic smiles as they exit, knowing what you have to go through during this class.

You don't bother to pay attention to the last person in the room as they walk up to your desk, stopping right in front of you.

"Professor? I think I need more help understanding."

You pause your typing on your laptop and focus on sorting the papers on your desk instead, trying to look busy but you're just trying not to look Oikawa in the eyes.

"Yes, Oikawa? What exactly do you need help understanding? If it's something that will take a while to chat with me about then I'm afraid that it'll have to wait until tomorrow because I have a lot of work to grade."

You quickly glance up at him and see the grin on his face. It's one that you've gotten accustomed to as it usually means he has something up his sleeve.

"Well mainly about today's lesson. I don't quite get it. Perhaps I even need a private lesson, don't you think?"

Right, you forgot to mention the rather obvious flirting he does towards you. It's almost as if your first year teaching went too well that your second just had to be the exact opposite.

You hold yourself back from rolling your eyes as you answer back calmly without looking at him.

"If what I notice during class is right, you haven't been paying attention much. But I'm sure if you start doing so, you'll begin understanding the lessons better."

You hear him let out a huff at your lack of attention towards him before seeing two hands being placed on either side of your laptop. You frown as your eyes immediately look up at him.

He's closer now, leaning over your desk and the grin wider now.

"Oh come on professor, a private lesson can't hurt. You'll be able to teach me so much." Teach him how to behave perhaps. "And you can do it however you want, I'm not picky." The way he looks at you as he says the last part has you questioning if he meant it in another way. Knowing him, he most likely did.

You sigh before gathering your papers and you see Oikawa's grin falter slightly.

"Oikawa, I don't think a private lesson is necessary. Nor do I think it would benefit you in any way." You're so focused on the papers that you don't hear him walk around the desk to your side until he's right beside your chair.

"Please, professor?" You jump slightly in surprise before turning your chair to face him and you remember just how tall he is. He's right in front of you now and the way he said the word "please" has you tensing. He knows what he's doing and he knows that you know.

You suddenly realize the tension in the room and clear your throat. "This is inappropriate, Oikawa. I'm your professor."

He raises an eyebrow before stepping closer and smirking.

"Inappropriate? Just what are you assuming? I'm not doing anything inappropriate." He leans down slightly and you frown. Damn him and his good looks. No wonder you see him surrounded by girls on the daily.

You narrow your eyes at him. "You know what you're doing," you say sternly and his smirk widens. Oh, you want to slap that smirk off his face so badly.

You can't help but glance back at your laptop for a second before suddenly feeling a hot breath in your ear and a presence beside you.

"Please, professor?" A shiver runs down your spine. Before you can reply, you notice his tie dangling in front of you—one that's always untucked despite the uniform policy—and you can't help but grab it and pull it down sharply. He gasps at the sudden action as he stumbles and falls to his knees in front of you. His eyes immediately widen and a faint blush appears on his face.

You can't help but be in shock as well. If someone were to walk in at this moment, they would see the infamous Oikawa Toru on his knees, a blush on his face that's growing redder by the second, in front of one of the school's most popular teachers.

Oh, the rumors.

Even on his knees, he's still tall but you swear he looks smaller from the way he looks up at you in surprise.

You're still holding onto his tie and you realize, the way you're staring down at him, tie in hand while he's on his knees staring at you with widened—awaiting?— eyes; Oikawa kinda reminds you of… a dog?

Get your mind out of the gutter, [Name], you tell yourself, yet your grip on his tie only tightens and you notice him swallow hard.

You look at his neck and realize you must've accidentally tightened the tie somehow as well, pressing it right up against his Adam's apple.

"M-Miss?" You snap out of your thoughts, both the title and the stutter catching you by surprise. Looking at Oikawa, you see he's blushing harder, fists clenched on his thighs as he continues to look up at you with that look. Shit.

Then you realize he's not moving, not getting up, not pushing you away, or yelling at you. He's not protesting it. Rather, he's deciding to stay kneeling in front of you.

Does he want this?

You swallow hard as your eyes rake over Oikawa's body and you swear you see his body shiver slightly. You were always a sucker for pretty men anyways.

However, when your eyes finally reach his lower half, you realize why he's blushing so much, or why he's avoiding your gaze suddenly. He's hard, so obviously hard.

Oikawa looks so different from his normal persona that you almost want to laugh. The cocky, annoying senior that has always pestered you in class reduced to a blushing, speechless mess in front of you with a raging boner.

"I bet this is what you wanted, right? During a private lesson?" You see him tense up before lowering his head in front of you, muttering something quietly.

"Use your words properly." You notice him staying silent and wonder if you've misread him before he suddenly speaks- no, suddenly moves.

He slowly leans forward to lay his cheek on your thigh and your breath hitches at the sight.

"I'm sorry, miss." Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Despite how one side of your mind so desperately wants to put him in his place after everything he's done, the more rational part of your mind quickly reminds you that you're his professor and he's your student. Although you're only a few years older than him, this could get you fired or worse.

He must sense your hesitation because he then gently grasps your ankle and presses your shoe against his crotch, letting out a small whimper that makes the heat inside your stomach rise.

You curse under your breath before tugging his tie again and he gasps. Feeling him start to slowly rock against your shoe, you take it back and hear him whine pathetically.

"Was this your plan all along? To rile me up so I would snap and teach you a lesson?" You feel his crotch twitch slightly.

Oikawa swallows hard before lifting his head up and nodding. "Words."

"Yes, miss." You can't help the grin that spreads across your face.

"Well," you start and you see him looking up at you awaitedly. "Perhaps I will teach you a lesson, in my own way of course, since you said you weren't picky." He blushes, remembering his previous words. You have a feeling that although he wanted you to snap, he didn't expect it to go this way.

The pressure against his crotch snaps him out of his thoughts and before his mind can process it, his body already has and you see pre cum seeping through the material of his pants. He lets out a moan at the feeling of your shoe again.

"How about, I'll ask you questions about the class material" —you see his Adam's apple bobbing— "and depending on whether you answer correctly or not, I'll either pull back my shoe or help you cum."

His breath hitches at the idea and almost immediately nods. With his brain already foggy along with the realization that you may pleasure him, he fails to remember that he hasn't been paying the best attention in your class or learned the material well.

You already feel him slightly grinding on your shoe again but you keep it there, wanting to keep on looking down at his flushed face panting near your thighs.

"What is a similarity between transcription and DNA replication?"

His eyes immediately widen in surprise and you know you've stumped him already. Although you know the rest of your classes would be able to answer it easily, his mind is already too clouded with pleasure, it's almost funny.

He stutters out some sort of half-ass response that you know is definitely wrong before you feign a disappointed sigh and pull away your shoe. Immediately he whines out in protest but a stern look from you shuts him right up.

So now he follows your orders.

"What does the shape of a protein determine?" Groaning, he lays his head back on your thigh. His grip on your ankle tightens slightly as he pouts up at you, trying to convince you to do something else. With his hair right in front of you, you suddenly grab it before yanking his head back, emitting a rather loud cry of pain from him.

"Come on, Oikawa"—he lets out a whine at the way you say his name so sternly—"I thought you wanted this? So be a good boy and answer the question. Or perhaps I should just leave you here?"

He widens his eyes before shaking his head hesitantly. "N-No, miss." Oh, the thought of you just leaving him here has his cock throbbing. He's so hard, it hurts.

You stay silent and he realizes you're still awaiting an answer from him. You swear you see the cogwheels turning in his brain, the need to cum fueling it.

"The… function?"

It comes out as more of a question than an answer but you take it anyways. The second you grind your shoe back against his already stained crotch, he humps it like a dog in heat, his groans and whimpers filling the classroom.

You ask him another question and of course, he gets it wrong, mumbling some response that had nothing to do with what you asked. However, taking pity on him, you don't pull away your shoe and he takes it as a sign to speed up. Maybe he thought he actually got it right or maybe he realized that you felt bad for him.

Your hand grips his tie again, tugging it as he lets out a small groan, his eyes rolling back in his head slightly at the pressure against his throat. So he likes getting choked?

"You know, when you're making all sorts of loud noises like that, I wouldn't be surprised if someone were to come check up on his room."

You expected him to slow down, maybe even stop at the realization. But rather he speeds up.

"Maybe you would even like that, getting caught." His cock inside his pants twitches a lot, answering your suspicions so you continue. "Imagine what they would think, seeing a big bad senior like you on his knees for a teacher, rutting against their shoe like a fucking bitch in heat."

Your language catches him off guard, the total opposite of how you act when you teach. He can't help the blush that travels down his neck or the shock of pleasure that runs through his spine or the way his dick leaks more pre-cum, trickling through his pants and onto your shoe because holy shit was that hot.

But the whole situation wouldn't happen anyway. You know for a fact that this part of the college was practically empty, even more so after the last class. But Oikawa doesn't know that and the thought of getting caught turns him on more than he would like to admit.

"M-Miss, I'm close," he murmurs into your thigh, taking no action to slow down. You raise an eyebrow. Assuming that he hooks up with girls weekly, you thought it would take him longer to cum, or perhaps this whole situation is too much for him to process clearly that he just couldn't hold it in. It's cute.

Oikawa is quick to babble out pleas to cum, his voice rising in pitch as his absolutely sinful noises become louder. Some drool escapes from the corner of his mouth and his body feels hot, tears prickling the corners of his eyes from the intensity.

His eyes roll back again and you swear his brain short circuits when you press down on his crotch, his grip on your ankle tightening even more to keep you there. Oikawa can’t even think properly anymore, he just wants to cum. "Pleasepleaseplease-"

"Go on Oikawa, since you've been such a good boy during this lesson." The praise is what gets him. He throws his head back, revealing his neck that you want to grab so badly, and lets out a cry of pleasure. Immediately you feel the wetness on your shoe and you look down to see the wet stain on his pants growing even more.

Oikawa slumps back forward onto your thighs as his humping slows down before coming to a stop. Looking up at you, his eyes are glassy and glazed over and the sight makes your heart race.

He sighs before laying his cheek on your thigh and closing his eyes, murmuring something that you almost fail to hear.

"Thank you for the private lesson, miss."

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

content warning: timeskip!iwaoi | polyamorous relationship | use of petnames like baby, angel and love | cunnilingus | fingering (female receiving) | masturbation (male receiving) | lots of kisses | might be too cheesy because i love them sm T-T

summary: after a stressful day, tooru and hajime team up to make [name] blow off some steam

side note: english is not my first lenguage, so i apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes

Closing the door behind her, [Name] yawns as she starts taking her shoes off in the entrance at the same time. "I'm home" she announces, putting her backpack down and taking off her jacket.

A mix of soft and rushed footsteps are heard from afar. Soon, both Tooru and Hajime are standing in front of her with soft smiles on their faces, and that sight is enough to make all the stress of her the day melt away.

Tooru doesn't waste time to bring her into his arms in a hug. "Welcome home ~" he litters her neck with little kisses, making her giggle because it tickle.

Iwaizumi reaches out for [Name]'s bag on the floor and picks it up, throwing it over his shoulder. He then turn around again and looks at his partners with a tender gaze, enjoying seeing them express their feelings towards each other so easily and making his heart swell with love.

[Name] catches a sight of Iwaizumi's lovesick face as Tooru finally lets her go, even though he still had an arm wrapped around her waist. "I'm home" she repeats, this time with a more soft and tender tone, looking at her boyfriend like she just wanna melt in his arms, and so does he.

He nods, a small smile drawing on his lips. "Welcome home" he replies, scooting closer to leave a tender kiss on her lips. They linger there for a little bit, lips moving against each other like they don't want this moment to end.

Once they pulled apart —Iwaizumi leaving another little kiss on [Name]'s forehead— they walk to the living room hand in hand, and [Name] throws herself in the couch with a grown.

"Long day, baby?" Tooru asks, reaching a hand to caress her forearm, looking at her with such a tenderness in his eyes.

"Wouldn't you like to know" she sighs, closing her eyes. "The professor was insufferable today. Like, he's the one calling in sick 2 times per week, but it's our fault that we don't have enough material to study from for the finals?" she frows, a confused look plastered on her face, making her boyfriends laugh, "and he's snapped at me for telling him that!"

"No he didn't" Tooru gasps, eyebrows frowning as well.

"What an asshole" Hajime mumbles as he caresses [Name]'s thigh with his thumb.

"I know right? The worst part is that his subject is not even that important for the degree" exhausted, she rubs her hands on her face. "I don't know, for things like this I feel like quitting sometimes"

"Hey baby, don't say that" Tooru scoots closer, and so does Hajime, wrapping their arms around her figure. "I mean, if you want to quit then that's your choice, but don't let an asshole like that professor bring you down" the brunet leaves a kiss on her cheek, caressing her shoulder with his thumb.

Hajime nods. "You've worked so hard to get here to. This is your dream career" he reminded her. "Yeah, some professors can be insufferable, and that's gonna make you frustrated, but we're always gonna be here to listen to you vent and comfort you" he promises silently, keeping up with his caresses on her thigh.

Tooru's voice make [Name] turn around to him again. "We know you're strong, and you've got this, but it's okay to feel down sometimes" he reminds her again.

[Name]'s heart swell with love at her boyfriends' encouraging words, and she hopes she can convain even just a little bit of that love in the sweet kisses she leaves on their knuckles. "Thank you, loves. I really needed to hear that today"

Tooru smiles and leaves a little peck on her lips. "There's nothing to thank, cutie. Just boyfriends doing boyfriend things" he laughs as he watches Hajime attack her neck with kisses once again, smiling at the way she wiggles, trying to get away. "Say baby, are you up to some pampering? Or are you too tired?" making soft circular massages on her knee, the setter asks in a low tone.

"Oh ~ I would love some massages please. I think I have a knot on, like...my lower back" she comments, Hajime now leaving kisses down her shoulder.

Tooru chuckles. "We can get to that later" he moves from his spot on the couch until he's on his knees on the floor, between [Name]'s legs. "I was talking about a different type of pampering" he says with a sultring tone, hands caressing her inner thighs as he looks up at her with big doe eyes.

[Name] bits her bottom lip, already feeling aroused at the simple sight of her pretty boy on his knees for her. She reaches her hand out, dipping her fingers on his silky hair and combing it softly. Tooru closes his eyes, leaning into her loving touch.

"My sweet boy, always so eager to please" she moves her hand to caress his cheek.

Iwaizumi's sudden shuffle makes [Name] look back at him. He undid his embrace around her and she watches as he takes a spot next to Tooru on the floor, cheeks flushed pink as he looks to another direction. Tooru chuckles at his boyfriend's state and leaves a kiss on his cheek, finding him cute, just as [Name] did.

She smiles. "My two sweet boys" she puts emphasis on the number, reaching to caress Hajime's cheek as well, "I'll love to be pamper by the both of you" she bends over to leave a kiss on both their lips. "Thank you, loves"

"Don't thank us before we even make you cum" Tooru winks at her, making [Name] roll her eyes teasingly.

As she lays back on the couch, getting comfortable, she looks down at her boys. Oikawa had already lifted up her shirt, leaving small kisses on her hip as his hand runned up and down her right leg. Iwaizumi didn't fall bahind, also leaving some kisses in the other side of [Name]'s abdomen, his teeth brushing against the skin and softly biting it, leaving some barely noticable marks on there. She sighs, already melting into their loving touch and caresses.

Tooru's agile fingers undid the jean's button in a second, followed by the zipper. Both men moved in sync, taking each side of the clothing and wiggling off [Name]'s legs. Once they were off, they plaster a trail of kisses until they reach her crotch. Iwaizumi leaves a kiss on her clit over the fabric of her panties, and Tooru doesn't fall behind when he licks a long strip up and down, slightly sucking at her clit, also over the fabric.

[Name]'s whole body shake, letting out a shaky breath as her boyfriends continue to leave kisses on her inner tighs. "Fuck..." she whispers, trying to maintain her eyes on both of them as they work together again to take her panties off, finally freeing her wet pussy that lay in front of them.

Their eyes sparkle like it was their first time seeing it. Tooru's long fingers come up to spread her folds, getting them immediately wet. "So pretty..." he whispers, bitting his bottom lip down and looking up at his girlfriend with mischievous eyes. He looks back at Hajime, and Hajime looks back at him, sharing a secret lenguage that [Name] never picked up.

After a few more seconds of their lingering gaze, without warning, Hajime was the first to dive in [Name]'s wetness, making her throw her head back while closing her eyes. His tongue draws long strips from her slit to her clit again, before getting on sucking on it like it was his favorite meal.

Tooru's slender fingers surprises [Name] when she can feel two of them inserting themselves in her, slowly. She looks down on him, who's already looking at her with loving eyes, his free hand caressing her thigh as she gets use to the feeling of his fingers on her. Being so busy, they haven't have time to relax with each other, so it's been a while since any of them felt each other's touch.

"Can I?" the brunet asks after a while, still administrating caresses with his thumb on her thigh. [Name] only nods, sending him a reassuring smile. With that, he starts pumping his fingers, carefull not to hit Hajime in the jaw, but also not painfully slow for [Name] not to feel good.

The room fills up with [Name]'s moans and the wet sounds her boyfriends are getting out from her pussy. It's been a while since Hajime had move to his side, leaving a spot for Tooru to get in and also start lapping on their girlfriend's needy cunt. Now [Name] had to eager puppies, on their knees, eating her out like it was the best part of their day. And yes, it was.

Their tongues brushed against each other, as well as their breath became one, even sending shivers down [Name]'s body at how close their breath was. Tooru couldn't help the tentation, and sucked on Hajime's tongue, bringing them into a messy kiss. Chins dripping with their girlfriend's juice, they kiss slowly; lingering on the edge before attacking each other's lips again.

They pull apart, not before having a little peck, and moving back on [Name]'s waiting pussy. "That was so hot" looking at them through her eyelashes, she mumbles with a little smile.

Tooru smiles. "Mmh, yeah? You're hotter" he leaves a kiss on her inner thigh before diving into her cunt again.

Hajime follows him, and picks up his spot between her legs, both lapping on her folds at the same time their hands started gropping on their hard cocks over the fabric of their trousers. It didn't take long for them to whip them out, and starting to jack off as they savour their girlfriend out. Tooru's wrist motions were more desperate, while Hajime's where slower, most of his attenion focused on lapping [Name]'s folds.

Tooru goes in to suck her clit, closing his eyes as he enjoys her taste and the moans he's taking out of her, moaning for both making his girlfriend feel good and his hand ministrations on his cock. Hajime slips two of his fingers inside of her, pumping them as he looks up at his girlfried in awe, loving her expressions.

Feeling the heat pool in her lower stomach, [Name]'s eyebrows furrow deep, mouth hanging open as she feels her orgasm creeping closer.

"Mmgh, fuck. Guys...I'm gonna cum...gonna cum" [Name] started whispering like a mantra, bucking her hips up the men's faces. She reaches her hands to hold their heads, and both of them stick their tongue out so she could fuck their face, jacking their hard cocks off as they look up at her with those cute teary eyes.

[Name] cums, mouth agape in a silent moan and brows furrowed deep as her hips buck in her boyfriends' faces, clit pulsating as she cums all over their tongues. As she rides her orgasm, she collapses on the cushions as moans finally drags from her lips. She does her best to open her eyes, caughting the sight of her two boys bobbing their heads as they lick her pussy like some puppies, eyes close as they do so. So cute...

Letting out a gasp, her once tense body drops softly on the couch, chest moving up and down as she tries to regulate her erratic breath. Opening her eyes, she looks down at her boys, who are already looking at her with sweet smiles in their wet lips, hands caressing her legs to help her calm down after her orgasm. She smiles back at them, a tired smiled.

"C'mere" she whispers, motioning their empty spots in each side of her.

They climb the couch again, Tooru not wasting any time in kissing her lips, sharing some of her own taste in his tongue as they share a slow sensual kiss. Hajime kisses her neck, patiently waiting for his turn to kiss her too.

As they switch, [Name]'s hands find their way to her boyfriend's neglected cocks, starting to pump them without any other warning.

"Ah ~ baby...there's no need to-"

"Shhh" she interrupts Tooru after pulling away from Hajime's kiss. "It's my turn to treat you right. It's only fair after you treated me so good" shrugging her shoulders, she sends a smile her way and moves her focus on jacking them off.

The men's moans now fill the room in return, along with the squelching sounds of their pre being used as a kind of lube with each stroke. [Name] looks up at them, having a good timing to caught her boyfriends leaning in for a sloppy kiss, moaning in each other's mouths. She bites her bottom lip down. «So hot»

Tooru pulls away from the kiss with a 'pop' sound, hissing as his hand reaches to grab his girlfriend's wrist, wanting her to slow down but not doing more than just hold her wrist.

"Mmh, gonna cum?" she asks, leaving a kiss on his hip, looking up at him with a smile and then switching her gaze to Iwaizumi, who's biting down on his bottom lip, eyes closed as he tries so hard to not thrust his hips into [Name]'s closed fist.

"Yes..." Tooru answers with an airy tone, throwing his head back as he feels his orgasm coming.

"Go ahead, loves" she speeds her hand motions.

Iwaizumi's hand comes up to rest on her shoulder, seeking some kind of support as he feels his legs getting weak as ropes of cum sprout from his tip, landing on her lap and some on her shirt. Tooru follows behind, cumming with his girlfriend's name on his lips, bucking his hips up as his cum also lands on her lap, dirtying her thighs.

[Name] hugs Hajime from the waist as she sees his thighs trembling, also pulling Tooru close to her. They all end up cuddling on the couch, their erratic breaths being the only thing that could be heard on the room at the time.

Coming to his senses, Tooru chuckles, smooching [Name]'s cheek and then moving in closer to kiss Hajime's forehead as the trainer lays his head on the woman's shoulder. "That was so good" he mumbles, "did you like it, baby?" he asks, looking back at his girlfriend and littering her face with kisses.

"I loved it" she responds before kissing the brunet lips. Hajime moves from his spot on her shoulder to kiss her as well, and then being pulled in a more softer kiss with Tooru. "Thank you, loves. I think we all needed that" she lets out a laugh, hands coming to run her fingers through their hair.

"Absolutely" Iwaizumi comments, bringing a hand to scoop some of the cum that was splattered on [Name]'s thighs. "I think we also need a bath"

"I'll go get the water running" Tooru smiles content, kissing each of his partners cheek before getting up, legs still shaking a little bit.

"And I'll order something to eat once we're out" Hajime leaves another kiss on her cheek, putting his boxers on before getting up to look up for his phone.

[Name] layed there on the couch for a few more minutes, a fool-like smile on her face as she melts on the ongoing sensations and the memories of her lovers touch and kisses. She was so lucky to have such wonderful boyfriends.

his breath hitched at the sight of you. he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

you were sitting in the stands, wearing your team's jersey and shorts, the fabric clinging to your curves like a second skin.

the tight shorts hugged your thighs, accentuating their plump, velvety softness, the hem stopping halfway up your thighs, leaving little to the imagination. The way the shorts outlined your curves made Oikawa's mouth go dry, and he couldn't help but stare at the way they clung to your body, drawing attention to your alluring thighs.

your chest glistened with a fine layer of sweat, and the heat of the day and your recent practice left you flushed. your legs were spread wide and you were leaning back in your seat.

your cheeks were tinted with a rosy hue, and your mouth was parted as you took a sip from your water bottle.

you looked relaxed and comfortable in your own skin, completely unaware of the effect you were having on your boyfriend.

oikawa wanted to approach you, to touch you, to taste you. but he was frozen in place, unable to move as he watched you with wide eyes.

you kept your eyes locked on him; your lips closed around the mouth of the water bottle, taking a long drink.

oikawa's eyes zeroed in on your mouth, watching the way your lips moved, the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed.

he could feel himself getting aroused at the sight before him.

but you on the other hand, weren't so pleased with your view. how could you be, when your boyfriend was being hoarded by his fan club?

you had hurried from your practice to visit your boyfriend in the gymnasium, and here he was, amidst the company of his fangirls.

one of the girls hugged him and he reciprocated it my patting her back.

you shot him a stern stare, the message in your eyes clear: "you're pushing it."

oikawa could feel the excitement bubbling within him, the thrill of defying you and indulging in the adoration of his fangirls almost too tempting to resist.

he knew he was playing with fire, but the thought of it made his heart race.

as you lowered the water bottle from your lips, you glanced up and spotted iwaizumi heading your way, sending him a genuine smile.

oikawa watched as iwaizumi kissed your forehead in affection and bid you farewell, carrying his gym bag.

after he was done with satiating his fangirls, he sauntered towards the stands where you were seated.

"enjoyed the show, sweetheart?" he teased.

big mistake. you glared up at him through your lashes.

oikawa chuckled as he saw the annoyed look on your face. he knew that you didn't like his fangirls surrounding him, but he couldn't help but enjoy the attention they gave him.

without a reply, you patted the empty seat next to you, indicating for him to sit and he did.

you rested your free hand on his bare thigh, thumb circling his knee.

oikawa shivered slightly at your possessive touch, the heat from your fingers seeping through the fabric of his shorts.

he swallowed hard, feeling a mix of guilt and desire coursing through his veins.

he knew he was in trouble, but the way your touch felt on his skin was intoxicating. he desperately wanted to lean into your hand, to have you closer to him.

"did you have fun, sweetheart?" you set your water bottle down on the floor.

oikawa chuckled at your snarky question. he knew you were talking about his fangirls being all over him, and he knew that it bothered you.

"i'm always having fun," he replied, his voice dripping with arrogance. "What's not fun about having plenty of cute girls hanging all over you?"

you gripped his thigh in warning.

oikawa couldn't help but gasp, feeling your dominating touch. he leaned in closer to you, his voice low and sultry, "jealous, are we?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"don't test me, my love," you warned, caressing his thigh, "or do you want me to fuck that attitude outta you?"

oikawa shuddered. he knew you only used that term of endearment when you got possessive and territorial.

he put up his hands in mock surrender, a smile playing on his lips, "alright, alright. i'll behave," he said, trying to appease you.

"but u didn't, did you?" you inched your hand up.

his breath hitched as your hand moved up his thigh, stopping just millimeters away from his crotch.

he swallowed, his eyes widening and tried to compose himself, "no," he breathed with parted lips, his voice a little shaky, "I didn't behave."

oikawa leaned closer to you, his eyes darting around to make sure no one was watching. he could feel your touch becoming more daring, more possessive.

"what? want one of your fangirl to join us?" you scoffed in defiance.

oikawa's eyes widened at your words, a mix of surprise and embarrassment on his face, his cheeks flushing bright red at the thought.

"n-no!" he stuttered, a look of shock and horror on his face, "what are you talking about? i don’t want any of them to join us! I want you, only you!"

you cupped him through his shorts, feeling his bulge grow slowly, "you sure?" you squeezed his cock lightly in emphasis.

oikawa let out a low moan as you squeezed him, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. he swallowed, his voice weak as he responded.

"y-yes, i'm sure," he stuttered. "i only want you. no one else,"

you leaned up and smooched his jaw, "good boy,"

oikawa let out a soft moan, his body melting under your touch. he loved it when you praised him like that, it made him feel wanted and desired.

oikawa quickly caught your wrist as a thought struck him, "babe, w-won't, ah," he inhaled sharply, "won't somebody see us? we can't do this here,"

"no," you stated confidently, "the shadows of the gym falls right over us, so, from the volleyball court, we're practically out of eyesight,"

using your fingers, you traced the outline of his bulge through the material of his shorts, the material leaving nothing to the imagination.

"no one's gonna catch us, and i'm gonna teach you a fucking lesson,"

oikawa's chest heaved a little as he tried to control his breathing. he knew he was in trouble now, and he couldn't deny that he was enjoying it.

"a lesson?" he asked, his voice a little shaky, "what kind of lesson, my love?"

"the kind that you get when you're being a brat," you ghosted you index finger over the head of his hardness, causing him to grip the armrest of the bleachers hard.

oikawa knew he was in the wrong for letting his fangirls get so close to him, especially after knowing how much it bothered you.

he knew he should have set stronger boundaries, but he had been enjoying the attention they gave him.

he looked at you, his expression sheepish. "i'm sorry, my love," he said, his voice soft, "it won't happen again,"

"tsk tsk," you tutted, fingers at the base of his crotch, teasing through his shorts still, "sorry doesn't cut it. this is what you get for being a brat,"

the touch of your fingers was driving him crazy, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he tried to control himself.

you stroked your palm over his shorts with the right amount of pressure as the cloth provided the needed friction.

oikawa let out a soft, needy moan as he nuzzled his face into your neck, his body pressed against yours as if he were trying to mold himself into you.

to an outsider, it would simply look like an adorable gesture of affection.

but you knew better. you knew that he was deep in subspace, and that he was completely at your mercy.

"please," he groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the seat so tightly his knuckles were turning white, "please, darling. i’m trying so hard to be good for you but I don’t know how much longer i can hold back,"

he mouth at the column of your neck, tongue tracing up as he tasted your sweat as a result of your practice session. he continued to place wet languid kisses on your neck, mouthing pathetically.

you sighed, pleased with his actions. you increased the pace of your strokes, muttering promises that you'd fulfill for the stunt he pulled.

"you sit back nice and pretty for me, while I'll have you come undone for me over and over and over again until you're nothing but a crying mess," you muttered against his temple, gripping his clothed cock.

"and then," you kissed his temple, "i'd fuck some sense into you so you'd know not to go your merry little way and get me jealous,"

"yes," he groaned out, his voice filled with need. "please, make me a mess. let me come undone for you. i’ll do anything, just let me touch you. i need you, darling. i need you so badly. i’ll be such a good boy, I promise," he blubbered, pulling back from your neck to gaze at you.

you hummed in appreciation, increasing the pace of your strokes.

oikawa's breathing picked up as you rubbed his length faster, his body trembling as he focused on your touch. he closed his eyes, his head falling back with a gasp, "i’m close," he breathed out, his voice shaky, "please…please don’t stop, darling."

you raised your brows, "already?" you slowed your movements, just as he was about to come.

he nodded, leaned his head on your shoulder, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. he couldn’t believe how much your touch was affecting him, "i can’t help it," he admitted, his voice strained. "your touch…it’s driving me crazy, ahh"

he clung to you, his body pressed against yours as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you close to him.

"babe," he murmured, his voice desperate and needy, "please don’t be mad at me. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. just keep touching me, hnngg,"

oikawa resumed snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. his kisses were sloppy and desperate, his lips moving hungrily over the skin of your neck.

he was practically leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses from your collarbone to your jawline, his tongue tracing a path behind his lips as he let out soft, needy moans.

i turned my head in his direction, my mouth a breath away from his.

oikawa’s eyes were lidded with desire, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he stared at you.

he was desperate to feel your lips on his, to taste your mouth, to feel your tongue against his. he was completely lost in the moment, his mind a haze of need and want.

"uh, darling," he slurred, "kiss me, please,"

you complied with his wish and pressed your mouth to his, teeth digging into his soft plump lips.

oikawa let out a low moan as your lips crashed against his, his body arching into yours as you kissed him hard. he returned the kiss with just as much fervor, his tongue eagerly seeking entry into your mouth.

the bite startled him, but he didn’t pull away, instead, he let out a soft whimper, submitting completely to your possessive bite.

when your tongue soothed the burn of the bite, he sucked it into his mouth, his body curving into yours.

you parted your lips better to give him access, humming in delight.

oikawa felt himself spasm as he came, letting out a soft gasp as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. his face was buried in its place against your neck, his breath coming out in labored gasps.

he was utterly embarrassed by the fact that he had come just from a kiss, and he buried his face further into your skin, not wanting you to see him.

"please don’t laugh at me," he murmured, his voice soft, "i couldn’t help it, you just…you make me feel so good," he stammered, trying to explain himself, "i can’t help how my body reacts to you,"

you chuckled darkly, holding his face to your neck, "shh, my love," you soothed, "s'alright,"

oikawa’s face burned in embarrassment, his body trembling against you. his shorts were soiled with his release and he could feel his legs shaking, the aftermath of his orgasm still coursing through his body. his shorts were soiled with his release and

he let out a shaky breath, his voice soft as he spoke, “sorry,” he mumbled, his cheeks flushing red, “i couldn’t help it,”

"it's okay, my beautiful," you cooed, "you made such pretty noises for me,"

oikawa’s cheeks burned even more red at your words, his heart fluttering in his chest.

no one has ever called him beautiful before, and meant it.

and the way you said it made his stomach feel like fireworks were going off. he buried his face further into your neck, embarrassed and shy, “please don’t tease me,” he mumbled, his voice soft, “i can’t handle it when you say things like that,”

"my poor baby," you babied him, gently prying off his fingers from the armrest that were in deathly grip. you raised them to your mouth, pressing a kiss to each digit.

oikawa’s face turned even redder and his heart feeling like it was going to burst out of his chest. he was completely under your spell, his mind fuzzy with affection and desire.

he gazed at you with wide, puppy-like eyes, his hand gripping yours tightly, “please…please don’t stop,” he whispered, his voice needy and desperate, “I need more of you,”

you smoothed back the hair from his forehead and assured him, "don't worry. I have plenty planned for you when we get home, love. And you're not going to be able to get away from me."

oikawa's breath hitched at the authoritative tone in your voice. he knew he was in for a long night and couldn't wait to be completely under your control.

oikawa knew he was fucked. literally. he had been teasing you all day. constantly slapping your ass while you guys were out for lunch with his team, grinding on you, kissing your neck, trying to get a rise out of you.

but this. this was your breaking point. you were sitting with the rest of his team, not really listening to their conversation but out of nowhere you hear oikawa say

“i’m obviously the dom in the relationship...”

hearing these words made your head perk up from your phone, you glare at oikawa a silent way of telling him to watch it. he looks back at you for a split second before going right back to the conversation.

“oikawa, watch it”

you gave him another warning but he still wanted to act out and make you seems like a sub.

“y/n i don’t know what you mean, i’m obviously the dom here little cutie”

the rest of his team was laughing at you which only added fuel to the fire that was burning inside of you. without thinking you walked up to oikawa and grabbed his throat barely applying pressure.

“ahh- y/n w-what are you doing?” he gasped

“tell them.” you replied

“tell them what?”

“tell them how much of a little slut you are for me oikawa.” you ordered.

oikawa struggled to release your grip from his throat but that only made you tighten it more.

“ah o-okay fine...i’m your slut y/n” he finally admitted.

you released this throat and he panted, gasping for air. everyone was now looking at you while you gathered your things getting ready to leave iwaizumis house.

they all had their mouths wide open, eyes popped out not expecting to see such a side of you.

“oikawa get your things and get ready to leave.” you told him, he instantly followed your orders.

“bye boys, we will see you next time.”

they all responded with a variation of ‘goodbye.’ although before you could leave the house iwaizumi stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“y/n, please don’t hurt him too bad, we still have practice tomorrow.” he asks.

“i’ll see what i can do iwa.” you responded nonchalantly.

getting to your car, you turn it on and begin to leave iwaizumis house. the ride back was filled with an uncomfortable silence and every now and then you could see oikawa shift in his seat. stopping at a red light you decide that you want to play with your toy for a little bit.

“when we get home you’re going to go upstairs strip and wait patiently until i get there with you. got it?” you ask

“yes” he responds, barely a whisper

“yes who oikawa?”

“y-yes mommy.”

“good boy.”

once the light turns green you begin driving again, looking over at him every now and then only to see him shifting around him his seat.

you finally arrived at your house, you and oikawa were just sitting in silence when you finally decided to break it.

“go do as i told before your punishment is worse.”

hearing this oikawa got out of the car and rushed into the house looking down the whole time.

after about ten minutes you decide that it’s been long enough, so you get out the car and head towards the door. opening it you walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water when you get an idea. smirking to yourself you refill yours and grabbing another glass of water before walking to your shared bedroom. opening the door you see oikawa sitting on the bed naked and hard, waiting patiently for instruction.

you hand him one of the glasses to which he looks up at you in confusion.

“what am i supposed to do with this mommy?”

“drink it honey.” you reply as if it’s the most obvious thing ever

“but i’m not thirsty mommy...”

“i don’t remember asking all of that my love.”

oikawa looks at you for a little longer before finally decided to follow your orders of drinking the water. he drink about half before handing it back to you, which you deny. you shake your head at him and signal for him to finish the cup. of course he doesn’t know why, but you grabbed one of the largest cups that you had in the kitchen. you were absolutely determined to break him beyond return tonight.

once he finishes the first glass of water you hand him the other, which he didn’t like.

“mommy i’m too full, do i have to drink more?”

he was getting whiny which you knew meant that it wouldn’t take long for him to fully submit to you. without a second thought you bring the cup to his mouth and made him drink, only a little bit spilling past his lips.

once the glass was empty you decided it was time to put your plan into action. you sit down next to oikawa on the bed and instruct him to lay over your lap.

“you get fifteen spanks for embarrassing and teasing me all day. do you remember your safe word baby?”

“yes mommy, i remember.”

“what is it baby?”

“p-panda.”

“good boy. now you’re going to take your spanks like a good slut and maybe i’ll give a reward.” you told him. you knew that he would be expecting the first hit so you waited a couple minutes before spanking him.

you landed hit after hit on him, with him counting after each one. once you got to fifteen oikawa was sobbing and gripping the bed sheets like his life depended on it.

“are you okay baby? do you need to use your safeword?” you asked because he looked utterly wrecked.

he frantically shook his head no before trying to speak up before realizing that he couldn’t. he put his head back down in embarrassment before trying to speak again with no luck.

you pull him up by his hair making him look at you in the eyes and the sight you saw was enough to have you dripping. his cheeks were stained with tears, his hair was dripping with sweat that would eventually drop onto his face, his tongue was hanging out his mouth causing drool to fall down his chin.

“my pretty baby…looking so wrecked for mommy.” oikawa whined at your words and tried to squirm out of your grip which you didn’t allow.

“you’re embarrassing me mama.” oikawa wouldn’t stop wriggling i’m your grasp until you flipped him over on the bed and held his legs open. you decided that now would be a good time to execute your plan. you place one of your hands on this abdomen above his bladder before applying pressure.

you knew that as soon as you applied the pressure to his stomach oikawa was reminded of the fact that he did in fact have to pee which caused him to fold in on himself and moan loudly. a fter a few seconds went by he unraveled his body and layed back flat on the bed. you moved your hand back down to his throbbing cock and gave him a few slow strokes which had his thighs shaking.

after letting go of his cock you led your hand back up to his bladder area. before pressing down and massaging the area. oikawa was soon letting out loud moans and whimpers at the overwhelming feeling.

“m-mama please…”he was squirming trying to get away from your hands, not wanting to make a mess everywhere.

“please what baby? what does my little whore want from his mommy?” you honestly didn’t know how you were holding yourself together because oikawa was so hot when he begged.

“w-wan’ c-cum first mama. please let me cum mama please.” oikawa was practically sobbing once again, probably harder than before.

“okay slut how do you want mommy to make you cum?” you decided that he’s been through enough teasing and you should finally fulfill his wishes.

“want your hands, m-mouth, anything please just make me cum mommy!” you could tell that he was starting to get bratty again so you decided to take initiative.

you grab oikawa s cock and start stroking him at a fast pace that has him gasping for air. you knew after all this teasing he wouldn’t last long at all, so you leaned your head down to his cock, licking the tip before taking him halfway.

the moans oikawa let out we’re going straight to your core making you want to just forget all about this and fuck your baby until all the both of you saw were stars, but then you remember that you’re supposed to be proving a point so you get back to doing what you were doing, making your baby feel good.

“m-mommy gon’ cum! please let me cum mommy. i’m so close…please!” you pulled off of him but continued to stroke him at a fast pace once again before leaning to his ear and whispering.

“go ahead baby, go ahead and cum for mommy.” and almost as if on command oikawa was cumming all over himself and your hand. he was letting out the most pornographic moans that sounded almost like screams but turned you on nonetheless. his moans consisted of nothing less than screams and chants of ‘mommy’ or ‘feels so good’

you stroked oikawa all the way through his orgasm until he was practically shaking in overstimulation, letting more tears fall at how good all of it felt.

once oikawa came down from his high he noticed that your hand returned back to his stomach over his abdomen when he remembered that he had to pee really badly. and if there’s one thing you know, it’s that you can’t piss and cum at the same time so once one of those things is out the way the other would come rushing to you faster than you’d think.

oikawa was once again whining and squirming in your grip again trying to get your hand off him.

“baby if you want me to stop at all just say so. but if not let me know now because i’m not gonna hold back” you wanted to make sure that he knew that he wasn’t being forced into anything and if he wanted to stop you would be completely okay with that.

oikawa nodded at your words and you let him off the hook with a non verbal answer since he is still kind of dazed from him previous orgasm.

you begin to stroke his cock again while simultaneously pressing on his bladder area knowing that you’ll get the outcome that you are looking for.

you knew it shouldn’t take long because you know oikawa was already close to pissing himself earlier. as you were stimulating these two places on his body he began to shake some more while trying to close his legs together to keep from peeing everywhere.

you forced his legs open again while applying more pressure to the areas before looking up at oikawas face. he was crying again and biting his lip to try to keep his moans and whimpers low.

“m-mama..”

“yes baby? what is it?” you faked innocence.

“gotta pee mama.” you were cooing at him at this point because he was just so cute, your cute little whore.

“go ahead baby, make another mess for mama.” with that oikawa was doing as told, making a mess of the sheets, himself, and you. moaning the whole time because he finally got the release he was wanting.

once he was finished you quickly got up to go get a towel and some clean clothes to put him in. you got oikawa up and led him to the bathroom to run him a bath.

setting him into the water you let him wash up and relax his muscles for a bit while you go change the sheets, putting the dirty ones in the washing machine.

heading back in the bathroom after hearing oikawa call out for you, you see your baby drying himself off which makes you remember that you never actually got to cum.

thinking nothing of it and just planning to get off with a vibrator once oikawa fell asleep you help him into his clothes before going back into your shared room with him.

getting under the new covers oikawa cuddles up to your body and you press a kiss to his forehead before pressing one to his lips.

you and oikawa indulge in light conversation, mostly oikawa apologizing for acting like a brat earlier and you forgiving him when he realizes that you’ve been rubbing your thighs together about the whole conversation.

he then remembers that you didn’t get to cum during your scene with him. feeling bad he lifts the covers off of your bodies before going between your legs and pulling down your pants and panties.

“what are you doing baby?” you had to ask because you were genuinely confused. had he picked up on how needy you were acting?

“mommy didn’t get to cum, wan’ make mommy cum. please mommy?” he gives you puppy eyes which he knows you can’t resist.

nodding while speaking you say, “go ahead baby, make mommy feel good.” and that was all the confirmation that oikawa needed before going down on your still dripping folds, eating you out in the best way he knew how.

You promised you two would spend the night together because you hadn't been able to spend as much time together as you were used to. Between work, hanging out with friends, and getting stuff done for work, his career, you two barely got to spend any time with each other. It was hurting you as much as it hurt him.

But your boyfriend was a dramatic brat to say the least. He loved acting like the world would come to an end whenever you two wouldn't get to see each other for a few days.

And yeah it was cute. You loved how dramatic he was. You were heading back to work, turning around to tell him he should be doing the same since you just spent your lunch break together. You only had two hours left to go while he would be working for a little longer than that.

Blowing him a kiss, you left for good, and he pouted, walking in the opposite direction.He spent the rest of his day thinking about you, while you took a shower after work before throwing yourself into your bed, trying to calm your nerves. A while later, you received a notification and figured your boyfriend had made it home in one piece.

A wave of text messages hit you in which he complained about his day and told you about how much he missed you. He almost forgot he was supposed to be mad at you.

You: Are you done being mad at me?

Him: No. 😒

You: Damn

Him: Yeah, make it up to me dummy

You: I am not coming over

Him: Well, I might just go ahead and kill myself then because it seems like my beautiful princess girlfriend hates me 💔

You: You're so dramatic 🙄

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You: Are you choking or why aren't you texting me back?

Him: Yeah I'm choking on some sweet pussy juice

You: Damn should have been mine

Him: YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE JEALOUS

You: I know you're not leaving me any time soon. Which other girl is willing to put up with a man as sassy as you? ☺️

Him:😦

You laughed putting your phone down, getting ready to indeed go over to his place. He was tired after the long day at work he had, he missed you and was too tired to come over to your place. Understandably. Usually, he was the one coming to your place so you could do him a favour this time.

Getting ready, you packed your essentials for the night, grabbed your keys and a coat to keep you warm in the cold and rushed to his place. The walking distance wasn't too long and it wasn't dark yet either. Otherwise, your pretty Kawa would have insisted on picking you up.

When you arrived, ringing the doorbell, the door was open in two seconds and he threw himself into your arms not even a second later. He slung his arms around your waist tightly burying his face in the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath and inhaling your scent.

You rolled your eyes trying to push him off you to no avail. And when he muttered something about him only letting you go if you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. He said all that while tightening his grip around you some more.

Finally, you sighed giving in to his plea. Your hands made their way up, wrapping around his neck as you pressed a few soft kisses to his face. Oh, he was soaking up the attention he was getting. Enjoying it way too much. He lifted you, telling you how much he missed you over and over again, closing the door with one hand while you whined about him putting you down. He only set you down when you two arrived in the kitchen, setting you down on a counter, showing you the food he had prepared. for you. Your favourite. Because deep down, he knew you'd be coming over.

So he plated it for you, watching your reaction when you took a bite. And he had absolutely nailed the dish. And he was so smug about it. Of course. After all, he loved pleasing you and making you feel good.

And when you were almost done eating, he was back to clinging to you for dear life, telling you about how much he missed you over and over again. You nodded, patting his head while trying to finish your food. ‘’That's nice sweetie.’’

He furrowed his brows, tilting his head to the side. ‘’Did you not miss me?’’

Deciding to pull his leg a little, tease him, you suppressed a grin looking at him with all seriousness. ‘’Well, we talk a lot so I didn't miss you that much.’’

He rolled his eyes, folding his arms in front of his chest as he looked away from you. Oh, he was pissed. You laughed, telling him you were joking immediately. Of course, you missed him. You missed him very much.Now, you were done with your food, placing the plate in the sink before getting back to him. You pressed a kiss to his neck but he pulled away. ‘’Still sulking, huh?’’ You remarked slyly with a slight grin plastered on your face.

‘’I'm not sulking. What am I, a toddler?’’ He huffed, rolling his eyes at you.

‘’Uh-huh, sure. Whatever you say, princess.’’ You wrapped your arms around his waist, tilting your head up to press a few chaste kisses to his neck. He took in a sharp breath, trying not to fall for your sweet act.

‘’You're so mean to me, babe!’’

‘’I haven't called you a dick-heas in five days now. I'm as nice as I could possibly be.’’

He huffed, heading to sit on the couch. And right when he plumped into it, he muttered: ‘’I feel like you should make me feel good to make it up to me.’’

A smile grazed your features as you walked over to him, slowly and controlled, sitting down next to him. He had some nerve, but you were being nice today. So you cupped his cheek softly, using one hand as it slid down his chest slowly, before you pulled him into a soft kiss.

He smiled into the kiss when you decided to get into his lap, letting him wrap his arms around your waist. When you pulled away from the kiss, you trailed some kisses down his neck, unbuttoning his shirt, telling him to unbutton his pants and push them down.

He did whatever you told him with a smile on his face. And who guessed it? He was hard. To his surprise, you wore nothing but a pair of panties underneath your skirt, meaning he had easy access to you. He gripped your waist, trailing kisses down your neck, but you stopped him.

From now on, he wasn't allowed to touch you. His face fell when you peeled his hands off you. At first, he thought you were joking. But you were being very serious, swatting his hands away when they got too close.

‘’I said no touching.’’ His dick twitched.

You positioned yourself right above it, sinking on it slowly, watching his face twist at the warmth enveloping his dick. When all of it was in, he let out a cute breathy whine while you clenched around him.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, your lips pressed chaste kisses to his face, his eyes were glazed with tears, and he was trying his best not to cum right there. When you ground your hips against his, one hand wrapped around his neck softly.

He bit down on his lower lip, squeezing his eyes shut as you started bouncing on his dick, slamming your hips against his before raising them slowly.

You were so warm, so tight, so perfect, and it didn't take long for you to drive him crazy.

The scent in the room was intoxicating, your scent mixed with his and he lay beneath you, utterly ruined. He was trembling, his forehead coated with a thin layer of sweat, tears falling down his flushed cheeks as he clung to the couch as if his life depended on it. Every breath he took was broken, shaky, shuddering, overwhelming. And still, you hadn't stopped.

“You’re doing so good for me,” You murmured into his ear, voice low and thick with need. “Taking me like this. You love it, don’t you?”

“I-I c-can’t- Y/n!” He hiccupped, burying his face into your shoulder, trying to speak through the haze of pleasure. “It’s too much, I-I’m gonna-!’’

‘’Go ahead.’’ You whispered, but he shook his head no.

‘’Want… Want to make you feel good first!’’

You laughed and rolled your hips again, a deep, grinding motion that made his back arch and his mouth fall open in a silent moan. His body trembled under yours, muscles twitching with aftershocks that never seemed to end.

You leaned in closer, your nose brushing along his neck. His skin was hot, flushed and sensitive, the steady pulse of his heart singing with need even as his body begged for mercy.

He clung to you desperately, body shaking with every stroke of your walls around him. He was close. He could feel it. Your rhythm shifted, grew needier, rougher, and your breath caught in your throat with a soft snarl.

Then, just when he thought he couldn't take any more, it happened.

You tightened around him, squeezing him impossibly. You made him cry out, his dick convulsing inside you as an orgasm tore through him. His voice was ragged, hoarse, broken with moans he didn’t even recognise as his own.He came, his entire body shuddering, cum pouring out of him as you clenched down hard, instinctively trying to keep him inside.

You groaned into his throat, your own release washing over you. “There you go,” You whispered. “That’s it. That’s my good boy. You’re so perfect, baby.”

His body was limp now, twitching in aftershocks, every breath a whimper. His hands had loosened from the couch and now just curled around your waist, barely able to cling to you anymore.

You stroked his back, as your hips stilled, ‘’You still with me?”

He gave a tiny sound in reply, dazed and muffled. Then his eyes fluttered half-open, barely lucid, hazy with tears and heat.

“Y-You’re gonna break me one day…”

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