#oikawa.xo

[miyaagis]

˖ 🕷️ ˖˙ 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 ｜ 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

somnophilia / oikawa tooru

no one can wear his jersey like you do

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+ word c. 518

+ warnings. dubcon, unprotected sex, feminine pet names, implied cockwarming, hot and beefy argentina!oikawa <3

his muscles ached, even driving back home felt like a hard task after the six hours of non-stop training.

it was almost midnight, so he wasn’t sure if you’d still be up. he hoped to find you in bed, ready to welcome him in your arms and play with his still damp hair after the shower he took after practice. and it seemed like his wish would come true once he saw you asleep, your body tucked under the comforter.

he quickly discarded his clothes and joined you, pulling the sheets off your body only to be met with a sight that made his breath hitch.

one of your legs was propped up in a pillow, his jersey barely covering your ass and the fabric of your panties peeking out from underneath it.

“fuck.”

as careful as he could, he wrapped his arms around your middle, pressing a kiss on your cheek before pulling you closer to him.

he was tired, but he was also turned on and you were right there. you wouldn’t get mad, would you? he was your boyfriend after all. besides, he was just going to ease his needs against your ass, he wouldn’t dare wake you up from your beauty sleep.

but it was all a failure when his leaking tip begged for more than the friction between your bodies, wanting the warmth and snugness of your pussy.

with two fingers, he moved them to your slit to see if you were wet enough to accommodate him. and when he reached the wet patch staining your underwear, the heat emanating from your cunt and onto his fingers, he felt his dick throb.

oikawa pushed your ruined panties aside, lifting his jersey above your hips before sliding his cock inside your pussy. his eyes darted between your stretched-out cunt and his last name printed on the shirt, a wave of possessiveness clouding his judgment.

“so fucking pretty,” he whined against your neck, thrusting in slowly as to not wake you up.

the more he moved, the wetter you became, reaching so deep his balls began to slap gently against your skin and turned him on even more. he didn’t know how long he stayed inside you, basking in your cunt and soft walls as he came once, twice. it got to a point where tears soaked his cheeks all thanks to the overstimulation.

“‘m so full,” panic overtake him as soon as he heard your voice, but when you rolled on top of him, straddling him while still resting your chest on top of his, he thought he would cum again, “tooru.”

“one more, i promise it’s the last one,” his hands gripped your ass, moving you back and forth before planting his feet on the mattress and thrusting his hips up, “shit– princess… gonna cum again.”

and even when he had emptied another load of cum into your womb, you stayed on top of him, your mixed juices pooling at the base of his cock.

but he didn’t care, he had your pretty cunt drooling around him and that’s exactly what he needed.

[miyaagis]

˖ 🕷️ ˖˙ 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 ｜ 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻

wet dreams / oikawa tooru

even his own subconscious knows what he craves the most

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+ word c. 909

+ warnings. fingering, use of 'princess', oikawa being a simp

it had been months since he had put a foot in a department store. it seemed to be quite packed, kids ran next to him causing their sneakers to squeak against the tiled floor, but when he eyed the people shopping and couldn’t make out their faces—he realized there was something off.

it wasn’t until he looked ahead of him when he finally spotted you.

you were smiling at him—even as you kept walking and somehow avoiding crashing into someone else—your gaze was on him and only him. the cute tilt of your head made him smile in return.

oikawa soon realized he didn’t seem to be in control of his own movements, not when he caught up to you so he could grab your waist and tickle you. 

“tooru!”

“you’re ticklish?” he raised an eyebrow while a playful smile tugged his lips upwards.

“n-no.”

the smile turned into a smirk, “liar.”

everything seemed like a blur except for you two. you kept walking, with him right behind you as he teased you. were you heading somewhere? he had no idea. but he couldn't stop following you.

it was one wrong move. one moment his hands were at your ribs, trying to tickle you once more, and the next they grazed the underside of your boobs.

he flinched away from you, his eyes wide in panic, “shit, i’m so sorry! i was trying to grab your waist–”

“i know, it’s okay.”

why were you still smiling at him? bashfully and oh so cutesy that he was sure his heart would jump out of his chest anytime soon.

and then you were gone, no longer standing in front of him but with your head resting on his lap, his fingers combing through your hair while you swung your legs above the backrest of the couch.

the change of scenery had him confused but it only lasted a moment, quickly focusing on your face and the doubtful look in your features.

“tooru...”

“what’s wrong?” he murmured, enraptured by your face and how you suddenly seemed out of breath.

your eyes went to the spot where your legs laid, prompting him to follow your line of sight and almost making him choke on his own spit.

his left arm rested on the back of the couch, hanging his forearm and casually hovering right over your crotch. his long fingers stroked your inner thighs, your shorts allowing him to trace the skin that led to your pussy lips.

“want me to stop?”

he certainly didn't want to. oikawa watched you tremble under his touch, eyes glassy and mouth parted as he stroked your clothed cunt over and over again.

“n-no.”

your shorts were gone in a blink, your bare pussy wet and ready for him. the skin felt incredibly soft under his touch, the tips of his fingers spreading your folds apart before running them between your lips.

“you’re so wet,” he murmured to himself and slowly entered one finger, his eyes snapping to your face when he heard you whine.

you had your bottom lip between your teeth, “stop teasing.”

his cock jumped at your words, your voice soft and needy—he wasn’t ready to see such sinful yet enchanting sight.

a mewl escaped your lips once he sank his entire finger in, curling it just right and teasing your tender walls. he watched you close your eyes, the pleasure overtaking your senses as he continued to finger you.

he wanted to ruin you, to see you cry and beg for him as he made you cum over and over again. oikawa wanted nothing else but to please you and hear his name mixed with your moans, to make you feel good just like you deserved. he was too lost in his daydream to realize he had inserted another finger, stretching your little hole a bit more and causing more juices to gush out of it.

“doing so good, princess. your pretty cunt’s taking my fingers so well.” 

he almost came in his pants when you began to palm his erection, the slow drag of your hand over his jeans while you stared at him causing him to increase his speed.

“fuck, tooru… ah– right there!”

your cunt sucked his fingers each time he tried to pull them out, the sounds loud and obscene as you neared your orgasm.

“here?” he curled them again and your back arched, “or here? oh– here’s the spot, yeah?”

more juices dripped out of you, creaming around his fingers once he grazed that place that made your pussy gush.

“mhm!”

a third finger was added and your cunt began to flutter. your orgasm was close, your body temperature rising and the familiar warmth in your belly spreading through your limbs.

and then he stopped.

“tooru?” he heard you call his name but it sounded far away, as if he had cotton inside his ears, “why did you stop? hey– tooru?”

his eyes opened and he was facing a wall.

what?

he blinked once, twice, and groaned. it had all been a dream. his eyes drifted downwards and saw the result of that dream, it was 7 am and he already had a boner.

wait– shit. this time he groaned louder, frustrated at the fact he not only had a wet dream (like a damn teenager) but you were in it. he didn’t know if he should feel happy or disheartened.

after all, you two were just friends.

[miyaagis]

Hi! If it’s not too much, could you do smthn where oikawa bullies you and whenever you get scared or nervous around him he mocks the shit out of you, but one day when you try not to respond to his ministrations he makes you “talk” (noncon if it’s okay the darker the better lol)

this is super late (u sent this around november omg) but pls ur mind !! i'd let him bully me tbh

+ pairing. oikawa t. / fem reader

+ warnings. noncon, bullying, this is like a college au or smth heh

everyone knew about oikawa’s treatment towards you. why did he do it? no clue. but they were clever —or rather scared— enough to not interfere.

“if you’re going to be a waste of space, at least have the decency to stay out of my way.”

you automatically flinched, “s-sorry, oikawa-san! i didn’t-”

“s-sorry, oikawa-san,” he mocked you, eyes burning with hatred and disgust, “you get more ridiculous every day. have you not realized how fucking pathetic you are?”

which explains why you shook in fear when he shoved you inside of an empty classroom and locked the door before turning to look at you.

“relax, you’re trembling already.”

it only took a wrong step, a wrong answer, for him to start terrorizing you; so you were aware you were walking on eggshells.

“i’m getting tired, you know?” he sighed dramatically, brushing his fringe away from his face, “it feels as if i’m the only one doing the talking.”

his hands went to the front of your jeans and you whimpered at the contact.

“what was that?” he smiled with twisted glee, undoing the button as he waited for your reply.

but the fear you were experiencing told you to stay still. perhaps if i stay quiet, things will end quickly. right? so you chose not to say anything.

“man, you’re a tough cookie to crack.”

oikawa pulled your jeans and underwear down in one move, turning you around before shoving your face onto the desk.

“ah, you’ve got such a pretty cunt!” he mused, spreading your folds apart so he could run his tongue on your slit, “hmm and it tastes good too, but we’ll save that for another day.”

“oikawa-san… please,” you heard clothes rustling, and then something was poking you from behind. his breaths grew laboured when his cock grazed your slit, the head prodding between your folds, “n-no—”

a mix of a whimper and a scream left your mouth when he sank in, your tight walls making it harder for him to enter.

"i said, it's time for you to talk."

[miyaagis]

[ hc ] — wives and girlfriends

+ characters. oikawa t. - miya a. - kageyama t.

+ warnings. bondage, overstimulation, degradation, misogyny, public sex, implied filming, implied squirting, manipulation. let me know if i missed anything !!

WAGs

acronym used to refer to wives and girlfriends of high-profile sportspersons. the term may also be used in the singular form, WAG, to refer to a specific female partner who is in a relationship with a sportsperson

— oikawa

the press already adores him

so when you come into the picture, things get even better for him

he's known for looking after you whenever you are out in the public eye

tying your shoelaces? he kneels and does it for you

too crowded? he's telling everyone to back off and leave you alone

need help fixing your dress? he's got you

it's ridiculous how much he spoils you. in public, of course

because in reality, it's all an act

cameras flash as the setter guides you down the red-carpet, his palm on the small of your back and pausing briefly to pose for the photographers.

his loving gaze always focused on you.

however, the gentle look is replaced by a stern one as soon as you step into your home.

"you love giving them a show, don't you?" he traps you against the wall, keeping you pinned to it with a hand on your throat, "flaunting your tits in that dress, I'm sure every single camera has a picture of your hard nipples by now."

"but I–"

"shut the fuck up! making me look like I'm the one smitten for you, really?" he runs a hand through his hair as he looks to the side, "and making me fix your stupid dress as if I were your servant."

he glances back at you, his hold on your throat tightening once he notices the tears in your eyes.

pathetic.

"we both know it's you the one that's always begging for me," you feel a shiver run down your spine at his tone, his usual warm chocolate eyes looking cold and uninviting.

"so don't forget you're replaceable, princess."

— atsumu

you're one of japan's most loved and hated wag

he always made a show to flaunt you to the press, especially during his games

dedicating his services to you, kissing you messily after a victory

he even gave you permission to cheer for him when he's about to serve

atsumu loves letting everyone know the hottest girl in the stands is cheering for him

which has earned you a decent amount of threats and hate

claiming that you just want the status that comes with dating a professional athlete

unluckily for you, atsumu's more than glad to give his fans what they want

"ah fuck, 'tsumu..."

"louder, pretty girl," he growls in your ear, his harsh thrusts echoing in the locker room.

the opposite team's locker room.

he hits one spot that has you mewling immediately, your nails raking down his broad back while he keeps pounding into you. your legs are wrapped around his hips which helps him reach deeper, his cock pulsing against your walls.

"don't you wanna show 'em it's you who gets my cock, hm?" he sneers as he picks up his pace, the brutal force forbidding you from answering him back, "they wish they were you, getting Miya fucking Atsumu's fat cock buried in their cunts."

"say it, babe. say how you're just a filthy slut," his balls slap against your ass while he chases his orgasm, spewing insults and groans as he gets closer to his end, "just another whore wanting to fuck a famous player."

"fuck yes, yes! just want your cock, want to be your slut!"

more groans and moans fill the place when he pumps his warm cum into your hole, tears staining your cheeks while the thick fluid drips out of your pussy.

"oi, sunarin! make sure ya get her from this angle."

— kageyama

he's pretty reserved when it comes to his love life

during interviews, he retorts to the classic "we're happy" as soon as your name is brought up

and it's rare to see you in the stands during his games

which has lead the fans and press to speculate that you're together for his image

since it definitely gets him more attention when he's seen at fancy galas with you hanging off his arm

sporting the flashiest diamond ring in your fourth finger

however, what they don't know is that he saves all his energy for when he has you all to himself

you tug at the tight knots, trying and failing to free yourself from their hold.

"don't be pathetic, you know there's no getting out of that."

with your legs spread wide open, he places the vibrator on your clit as his free hand strokes his erect cock. he squeezes the tip gently, teasing himself, while he makes you squirm on the bed.

"p-please, too much," you whine and thrash as the vibrations begin to hurt.

it's your fourth orgasm, or so you think—too dazed to remember. but he doesn't seem to be putting and end to your torture anytime soon.

"this is what you're good for," he sneers down at you, pumping his length faster as he observes the juices dripping out of your sensitive pussy, "being a fuck-toy, an accessory for a man like me."

a broken sob leaves your mouth when you sense another orgasm approaching, fighting the restraints keeping you against the bed while the need to pee and cum overtakes your mind.

"now cum, before I get someone else to take your spot."

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[miyaagis]

pro! volleyball player oikawa tooru adores to show off his wife.

she's the main talk in gossip twitter accounts and argentinian morning talk-shows, with her trending clothes and outfits as she drops the kids at school. everyone admires how she handles both roles —mother and wife— and still looks good, with her perfectly manicured nails and healthy-looking hair.

but no one knows that as soon as she gets home, she removes her clothes and puts on her husband's favorite apron; only to sit and wait for him to come back from his morning practice.

oikawa loves to fuck his cute housewife as she cooks next to the stove, filling her with his cum over and over because "that's what wives are for." he has also taught her how to please him. from how to relax her tight little hole as he fucks her ass, to how to take his pretty cock with her mouth until she's gagging around it, drool and ruined mascara matching her cum-covered face.

oikawa's housewife is every man's dream, and every once in a while he brings her to his volleyball practice to teach his teammates how to tame theirs.

[miyaagis]

[ hc ] — brother’s favorite girl

+ characters. oikawa t. - sakusa k.

+ genre. dark

+ warnings. incest, yandere, spanking, fingering

— oikawa

if there’s one thing u hate the most, it’s when your nii-chan ignores u

it usually happens when he’s surrounded by his fangirls and finds one pretty enough to flirt with

he knows what he’s doing, enjoying how sad u become bc it means u’d be more submissive

but there are times where u become bratty instead, and he has no other choice but to punish u

his hand lands against your ass cheek, the force making you yelp and tighten your grip on the bedsheets.

“tooru-nii,” you whine, lips trembling as you try to hold back your cries of pain. “it h-hurts.”

“of course it does, sweetheart,” he coos, his large hand gliding over the reddened skin. “did you think you’d get a reward after that attitude?”

“b-but tooru-nii,” tears fall from your eyes as you give him a pleading look. “i’ll be good, i promise!”

he clicks his tongue, ready to give you another harsh slap when you finally yield.

“i just wanted nii-chan to pay attention to me!”

“are you implying i don’t do that already?”

“no! no, i meant,” you pause, realizing you’ll have to swallow down your pride. “i was jealous.”

he smiles fondly at you, his eyes softening at the confession. “you know you’re my favorite, little one,” he leans down to place a kiss on your back. “you’re always on your nii-chan’s mind.”

by now he has started to rub himself on your ass, your needy whines for your nii-chan’s cock making him lose whatever he has left of self-control.

he couldn’t wait to ruin his bratty little sister.

— sakusa

honestly, it’s hard to catch his attention. but when something (more like, someone else) does, your blood starts to boil

he had found a decent woman to chat with as he waited in line to pay for the groceries

u watched from behind, neither of them paying attention to u

it was when she gave him her number and he actually accepting it, that your heart broke

“omi-nii?” you finally dare to ask once you’re inside the car. “are you going to ditch me for her?”

his eyes narrow at the road in front of him. “what? don’t be stupid.”

you fall silent, scared of making your nii-chan angry.

he gives you a side glance and sighs when he realizes it affected you more than he thought.

“i’ll always be here for you, got it?” his hand squeezes the flesh of your thigh, moving upwards until it gets underneath your skirt.

once his fingers meet the material of your panties, he rubs the tip of his finger over the fabric which gets a whimper out of you.

“omi-nii, you’re driving!”

“shut up or i will leave you for her,” he threatens you as he pulls the cloth aside and shoves two fingers inside your pussy. “you better stop thinking nonsense because as long as i’m here, nii-chan will always take care of you.”

a mewl escapes from your mouth when his long fingers scissor your insides. your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel yourself gush on his fingers, his pace unforgiving while still managing to drive straight.

you really are lucky to have a nii-chan like omi-nii.

[miyaagis]

dream girl

+ pairing. oikawa t. / fem reader

+ genre. dark-ish ?

+ word c. 1,058

+ warnings. yandere, toxic relationships/behavior, manipulation

it started with harmless suggestions, nothing too out of the ordinary.

“i think this hair color would look good on you!”

oikawa shoves the screen of his phone on your face, his lips curled up in a radiant smile as you examine the picture of a girl with a hair color opposite to yours.

“isn’t it a bit… drastic?”

his handsome face scrunches up, looking back at his phone and then at you, “maybe? you’d look very cute, though.”

with a kiss on your temple, he quickly jumps into a different topic. the thought now unknowingly planted at the back of your mind.

you took them as words of advice from a caring boyfriend.

“baby, what do you think about tattoos?” he asks while you two wait for the popcorn to be ready, leaning against the kitchen counter with you caged between his arms.

“i think they’re cool. actually,” you look down at your hands, your fingers playing with his, “i was thinking of getting one.”

“you’re joking, right?” he has a silly smile on his lips but his eyes speak for him—he didn’t like your answer, “why would you want to ruin your skin with a tattoo?”

you’re thrown off by his comment, the thought of a tattoo ruining someone’s skin never crossing your mind before.

he notices your hesitance so he wraps your arms around his neck, his hands making their way to hold you by your waist.

“think of it this way: if you had an expensive car, would you put a sticker on it?” he asks, swaying you side to side as he observes you mull over his words.

he’s right—you think. besides, it could get infected and cause more damage, right?

“you don’t need those things,” he boops your nose, earning a giggle from you, “you’re already beautiful.”

he had never given you a reason to doubt his feelings for you.

“you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,” oikawa swears that every time he sees you, he can feel his heart swell with love.

you’re his princess, the only thing in his mind—his adoration. which is why he makes sure you’re always perfect for him.

“i thought it was volleyball?”

“don’t ruin the mood!”

his arms wrap around you, your laugh and carefree smile making his heart beat faster.

“no but seriously,” his mouth is now next to your ear, his voice sending shivers down your body, “i love you so much, baby.”

and he does love you, in his own, wicked way.

that was until his words started to hurt.

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

your eyes widen at his tone, he has never been one to cuss, and even less in front of you. “what happened?”

a scoff escapes his mouth, arms crossing in front of his chest, “didn’t i tell you to wear the skirt i bought you?” he’s seething, seeing red at your disobedience.

“i-i forgot.”

silence. he pinches the bridge of his nose and takes deep breaths.

“go change.”

“but we’re already running late—”

“you want to embarrass me, don’t you!?” his tone is now incredulous, “and to think you love me.”

your heart sinks to your stomach, surprised at his negative words, “tooru, of course i love you!” you hurry to his side, worried that he won’t believe you, “it’s just a skirt.”

“no, it’s not just the skirt. it’s all the suggestions i give you and how you ignore half of them,” by now he looks dejected, his eyes avoiding yours. he doesn’t understand why you refuse to listen to him, he only wants what’s best for you!

“can’t you see i’m looking out for you?” his hands cradle your cheeks, the tears threatening to spill from your eyes, “but you don’t let me.”

“i’m sorry,” you kiss his palm tenderly, his thumb caressing the skin of your cheekbone, “give me five minutes and i’ll be ready, okay?”

he finally smiles and you swear to yourself to always do as he says as long as you get to see this radiant side of him. the one with the gleaming eyes and winning smile.

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you smile as your hands smooth out the fabric of the dress he got you for your birthday. then, you’re making sure your hair is right as how he likes it when your fingers brush against a damaged strand. you frown but quickly dismiss the negative thoughts.

it doesn’t matter because you finally look like the best version of yourself, all thanks to your boyfriend.

“are you ready?” oikawa’s voice calls you from the living room, it has been five minutes since he arrived but he seems particularly impatient today.

once you’re right in front of him, a sea of butterflies erupts inside your tummy.

he looks absolutely dashing, even more, when a look of adoration appears on his face as he takes in your appearance.

“sweetheart, you look stunning.”

warmth floods your body at his compliment, prompting you to give him a quick peck on his lips.

oikawa takes you to a coffee shop you’ve never been to before. you notice how the place is almost empty and your attention is quickly taken by the scent of fresh coffee.

and then you see her.

at first, you’re not sure what caught your attention until you realize it’s her entire appearance: from the hairstyle to the nail polish. even the familiar lilac phone case with the cute koalas —the same one oikawa showed you the other day— that peeks out from her uniform’s pocket.

oikawa’s dream girl —the girl you know as his ex— stands before you and all you can think of is how you’re getting that phone case as soon as you can.

“hello, mizuki-chan!” he greets her cheerily, flashing her his charming smile, “could i have two mocha frappés with skimmed milk and extra whipped cream, please?”

the girl nods, her hair shinning under the warm lights as she laughs, “that’s exactly how i order it!”

“i know,” he replies under his breath, his eyes softening at the sight of her.

it’s at that moment when you understand there are still so many things you have to work on if you want to keep him by your side. there’s no way you’ll let all of your efforts go to waste and risk losing him.

after all, he’s with you and not her.

[miyaagis]

tw incest, manipulation

if there’s something that warms tooru-nii’s heart, it's when his little sister comes to him whenever she has a problem; especially with boys.

sure, he’s not fond of other guys being near you, getting to touch you or even just breathing the same air as you—his precious baby sister. which is why he always makes sure they end up disappointing you.

like right now, a stupid boy stood you up and your nii-chan is more than glad to help you get your mind off of him. tooru-nii is so caring, praises falling from his lips and telling you how good you are, letting nii-chan fuck your tight, needy pussy. his cock gets sucked into your tender walls while you cream all over him and beg for more. the care and love are almost palpable in tooru-nii's voice as he tells you how none of those boys deserve you, "stop wasting your time on them, princess" he says between broken moans.

all you can do is nod, the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you and his fingers stroking your swollen clit making you see stars.

tooru-nii knows how to satisfy all of your needs, why don’t you just give up and let him be the only one to take care of you?

[miyaagis]

honestly, oikawa could do whatever he wanted with me as long as i get to be the only one to milk him dry and receive praises from him

and don’t get me started with a possessive oikawa who fucks me silly — until i barely remember my name — to remind me that i’m his cute lil cum dumpster <33

[miyaagis]

no thoughts head empty, only tooru-nii being so caring and always making sure his lil sis feels loved by playing with ur clit while ur pussy tries to take nii-chan’s huge cock 💓

[miyaagis]

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝘀𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗺

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