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excalibur-gone-missing · 2 days

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Paring: Toru Oikawa x female reader

Requested: no

Genre: smut, female receiving

Warning(s): cunnilingus, figuring, degradation

Summary: Toru eating out his freeuse slut aka you

Word count: 743

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Beta reader: none

disclaimer: this is my first time writing smut, so dont expect it to be stellar (do lemme know if it was good or not)

a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask. Plus, if you loved it enough don't forget to reblog, it will help me reach a larger audience.

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Oikawa was your pretty cute roommate. You both had met during your college days and as dorm partners and had bonded over time. Now, three years after finishing, you both are still going strong as roomies.

He has settled into his big-boy job of playing volleyball full-time, and you have the most boring nine-to-five ever. Although the big-time celebrity he is, plus the wealth that is flowing into his bank, says he is a richie rich dude, but the boy still refuses to move out, and who are you to say otherwise?

Now, the refusal to move has some ulterior motives, but it's not like you were not aware of that. The man is obsessed with you, more like your pussy, so much so that he refuses to let you have a moment of peace in the house when you both are alone.

The fact that neither of you are in a relationship helps a lot in contributing to it, not like a simple boyfriend would stop the man from bending you over in the most obnoxious place and ramming his cock into you, but surely it would create a bit of hindrance, and no one likes those.

To put it in the most simplest from, you are his personal free-use slut; that’s what you are. You could deny it, but you know it as well as he does, that you'd bend in the middle of a crowded street if he wanted you to.

Not like he actually wanted that to happen, but you get the point. So, as a general rule in the house, it is forbidden for you to wear panties or a bra, not like you liked to do so anyways. He liked having access to your pussy at all times of the day so that he could always take you anywhere and everywhere.

Just like this time, when he came back from the gym all sweaty and thirsty, for your pussy.

Walking into the house, he looks around for you only to find you on the balcony tending to those basil plants you have started growing a few months ago. Leaving his gym bag on the couch, he strides over to you and without a single word, he pushes you towards the railing of the balcony and, bending down, he settles himself between your legs.

“Been thinking about you all day,” he says from between your legs and without letting you answer, he pulls down your shorts to get the view of your glistening pussy, with its puffy lips.

“Did you play with yourself while I was away?” he asks, looking at you, only for you to let out a flustered whine.

“I just edged myself, Toru, I couldn’t cum,” you say, thoroughly flustered.

“Dumb whore can’t even make herself cum without my cock, that’s what you needed, wasn’t it?” he laughs as you vigorously nod.

Without wasting another moment, he dives into your pussy, licking a long stripe of it and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. With each and every lick it becomes even harder for you to keep your voice lower, eventually your screams pierce through the quite evening, making sure to let all the pedestrians know who is eating you out so well.

Latching his face further into your heat, he adds two fingers inside you and immediately starts curling them. Your essence dripping onto his tongue is like heaven, sweeter than any candy he could ever have.

While letting out lewd breathy moans, you grip his hair hard as he keeps abusing your cunt.

“To-toru, ahh-”

“Yes, scream my name, slut, let the world know who makes you go all dumb over his tongue,” he groans.

“Toru, I’m gonna-”

Before you could complete your sentence, the waves of pleasure hit you harder than anything else. With a loud scream of his name, you come all over his face and like a starved man, he drinks you up till the last drop of your cum is gone and you are shaking with overstimulation.

Emerging from between your thighs, he gives your pussy a quick slap, saying, “I'm gonna go take a shower, I expect you to be naked on your knees beside my bed, slut.”

With that, he is out, leaving you to shakily walk into the house towards his bedroom, because what Toru wants he gets, and you are no one to deny him the pleasure he so politely asked you for.

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a/n: again if you have read till the end do tell me how you liked it, and thanks for reading.

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raiisuni · 3 days

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anatomy sketches w the boys ever

#iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #haikyuu #iwaoi #oiiwa #sketches #anatomy #art #fanart #hq #haikyuu fanart

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ferigrieving · 23 hours

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semper ad meliora.

⊹ ࣪ in which its the little things.

ft. oikawa tōru - royalty au, 1.6k words

⤷ masterlist ; requests open ; 01 tsukishima kei ; 03 coming soon..

once upon a time, in a kingdom unknown, there once lived a prince named oikawa tooru. he was the epitome of beauty, his ethereal charm captivating hearts wherever he went. with soft, brown locks, and a face you were sure was sculpted by the gods, he exuded a radiance that left onlookers breathless.

suitors lined up at the palace gates, each vying for a chance to capture the heart of the prince that embodied perfection in every way. yet, despite the countless proposals that came his way, oikawa remained elusive, declining each and every man and woman that came his way with a smile.

in the grand halls of the palace, where tapestries whispered tales of old, and chandeliers cast shimmering light upon polished marble floors, the prince’s days were filled with royal duties and endless meetings. yet, amid the grandeur and formality, he often found himself longing for companionship beyond that of his fellow nobles and staff members at his every beck and call. his heart yearned for a love that transcended mere admiration and superficial affection.

but as days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months, the fervour of suitors’ affections grew increasingly desperate, their proposals becoming more extravagant and their intentions more sinister.

for oikawa, dealing with them became a daily occurance, something to add to his ever growing list of chores, his refusals met with occasional scorn and indignation from those whose pride has been wounded. and as the rejected suitors nursed their bruised egos, whispers of retaliation began to circulate through the palace corridors.

as the numbers grew, so too did the frequency of the attempts on the prince’s life. assassins lurked in every corner, their daggers poised to strike at the heart of the kingdom. trust was a precious commodity, he found.

it was in the midst of this that you, a rookie knight with two left feet, found yourself thrust into a role you never imagined– the personal guard of the prince.

yet, fate had other plans for you, and you soon found yourself tasked with the monumental responsibility of protecting the prince from the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

as you stumbled your way through the intricacies of the new role, your clumsiness often earned you more than a few disapproving glances from fellow knights. despite your experience, you were determined to prove yourself worthy of the trust placed in you, even if it meant nursing a few bruises and cuts along the way.

and so, you found yourself stood outside the prince’s chambers, head on a swivel and hand grasped tightly around your sword. you become not just his protector, but a guardian whos loyalty would be tested time and time again. for in the heart of the palace, where shadows danced and danger lurked in every corner, it would take more than just a sword to keep the prince safe from harm.

a voice pierced the silence, breaking through the stillness of a night like a whisper in the wind. “y/n,” it called, soft and gentle, hand reaching out to touch your shoulder gently.

startled from his reverie, you turned towards the door, brow furrowing in confusion. “your highness..?”

with the creak of its hinges, the door swung open to reveal the prince chamber beathed in the warm glow of candlelight. peering inside the prince’s chambers for the first time, it was a sanctuary of tranquillity amidst the chaos of courtly life. stepping inside, you were greeted by a sight that spoke of elegance and refinement– tapestries adorned the walls, and a multitude of flower bouquets and candles. a large canopy bed, draped in rich fabrics of teal and white, stood as the centrepiece of the room, the prince himself sat in the middle, beckoning you to come sit.

at the heart of the chamber, a grand fireplace crackled with warmth, casting flickering shadows that danced upon the polished marble floors. overlooking the room, a series of ornate windows bathed in the space of the soft glow of moonlight.

“sit.” the prince called, his voice a melodic echo in stillness of the room.

with a silent nod, you stepped forward, his boots echoing softly against the floor as you crossed the threshold into the prince chambers. you stood awkwardly before sitting on the very edge of the bed, looking as if you were about to bolt any second.

as you attempted to settle beside the prince, a flush of embarrassment crept up his neck as oikawa couldn't help but giggle at your awkward demeanour. sighing softly, he reached out, hand brushing against yours in an attempt to sooth your nerves.

“there is something that weighs heavily on my mind, im afraid.” you turn to meet his steady gaze, eyes holding a mixture of vulnerability and resolve, a quiet plea for help.

“i feel… lonely.”

you raised your eyebrows, wholly confused. lonely, in a palace filled with people who hung onto his every word. lonely, in a kingdom where his every whim was dealt to with unwavering devotion.

he felt.. lonely.

thinking for a moment, you felt it all click into place, the gears in your head working overtime. why he was so distant compared to his parents, or even his older sister. why you often spotted him sitting alone during parties, watching the crowd from a balcony. why he always wanted you by his side, an arms length away.ntle tide. lonely. the word echoed in your mind, resonating with a clarity that cut through the

you looked into his eyes, deep into the facade of royalty, beyond the glitz and glamour of royalty. you saw the boy beneath the crown. and for a moment, you saw oikawa tooru himself, not the prince, not the man you were stationed to protect, not the heir to the throne.

and in that moment, you reached out to grasp his hand in yours, offering him the comfort he so desperately sought. it was a small gesture, but the gasp he let out at your touch and the flush that spread over his cheek made it all worthwhile, after all.

as his gaze met yours, a flicker of gratitude danced in his eyes, and you felt yourself smile, even if just faintly. for a fleeting moment, he felt understood in a way he never dared to even hope for.

“--thank you.” he whispered, and you felt your heart leap out of your chest as he pressed your knuckles to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the calloused skin.

as his lips lingered against your skin, you felt a rush of warmth spread through him, and you wouldn't be surprised if you were blushing brightly in that moment. your heart swelled at the prince’s words and actions, a sense of pride previously unknown.

“...it is my honour and– and privilege to stand by your side, your highness.” you whisper, loosing yourself for a moment and pressing a kiss to the crown of the prince’s head.

time flew past in a blur after that, talking about everything and nothing. though, it was mostly oikawa talking, you watching and nodding along like a lovesick puppy. as the hours waned, however, you couldnt help but notice the weariness etched into oikawa’s feature. with a small smile, you placed your hand on his shoulder, voice soft as ever.

“your highness,” you began, “its getting late. i would advise for you to call it a night now, you have a big day tomorrow.”

“when do i not, hm?”

you simply chuckle at his words, pulling back the covers with practised ease as you prepared to tuck him in, as you did every night like clockwork. with gentle hands, you guided the prince to lay softly, ensuring his was comfortable and warm as he lay beneath the sheets,

as you stood by the bedside, ready to bid oikawa a good night, you were taken aback when the prince’s soft voice broke the silence once more.

“would you– would you mind staying with me… tonight?”

your heart skipped a beat at the unexpected requent, but without hesitation, you nodded, bowing deeply in thanks.

“of course, your highness. i would be honoured.”

you began to undress into just your undershirt and trousers, placing your uniform at the foot of his bed, perfectly folded and out of sight. you could feel the prince’s eyes on you the whole time, roaming over your body like a predator its prey.

one by one, you held up the snuffer to the multitude of candles around oikawa’s room, careful not to let any wax drip onto his belongings. after putting out the fire in the fireplace, you slipped beneath the covers beside the boy, mindful not to disturb the prince’s peace.

nothing except the light of the moon accompanied you.

with a soft sigh, the prince shuffled closer, movements tentative yet filled with quiet longing. you felt your breath catch in your throat as oikawa curled up against your side, seeking comfort in the warmth of your presence. the sensation of his form pressed up against yours sent a shiver down your spine, a rush of something you couldnt put your finger on flooding his chest at the intimacy of the moment. as you two lay intertwined beneath the covers, it felt like the rest of the world melted away, leaving only you, and the prince.

in the soft glow of the moonlight, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, a quiet contentment settling in your heart as you held oikawa close. and as you drifted off into the realm unknown, the steady rhythm of your breaths, you knew that in this boy’s embrace, you had found a sanctuary, as he had in you.

“goodnight, my prince”

“goodnight, my love.”

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amalasdraws · 3 months

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My final pic for last years @iwaoiweddingzine

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yomiro · 1 month

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#haikyuu fanart #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq fanart #oikawa tooru #haikyuu oikawa

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kkumri · 3 months

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combining ykz au with bodyguard au! 🗡️🤩

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tamoru · 14 days

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nekovale · 27 days

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April fools? Easter monday? No. Iwaoi day!!

#iwaoi #haikyuu #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #doodles #i had started this in september then work hit me like a truck lol #I GOT IN JUST TO POST THIS AND EVERYONE IS BOOPING???

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amezure · 6 months

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Support me on PATREON 🐔💤

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yukinaaiyu · 2 months

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《研究中》

Setters & Hinata

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tojisprettywife · 1 month

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{note: i rewrote this, with b.s.t (hope someone gets the reference 🧍🏻‍♀️) anyway i cried, it got deleted first. i’m sleepy, hopefully it’s okay. minors DNI.}

warnings: smut. characters! m! x f! reader. characters are aged up to 21.

inexperienced men. who for the very first time feel, what a pussy feels like. your gummy, warm walls clenching around his throbbing cock. the way he clenches his jaw and gritting his teeth, to regain composure from cumming almost immediately. “f-fuck…so tight ..”. your pulsing soft walls suck his cock in, barely holding himself up. the way his soft, silky locks fall on your chest as he’s hunched over you. only gasps, curses and more whimpers slipping out of his lips. “so.. t—tight.. shit..”. pushing his full length into, till the base, gripping the plush of your hips, a bit too hard, in meek attempts to stop himself from painting your tight walls white. after what seems like forever, he slowly moves his hips, each stroke, sending shivers down his spine. he leans down to kiss you, again in attempts to keep him from moaning loud. he pushes his tongue into your mouth, his tongue lapping yours. but soon, the kissing gets sloppy, saliva dripping down both your chins. he leans down, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his teeth grazing the base of your neck, as his hips erratically, in haste buck against yours. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, filling the room combined with his little whimpers and yours. “i-i’m cum-ming… f-fuck” he buries himself to the hilt, pushes himself even deeper, his tip bruising your cervix. his eyes squeezed shut, biting down your shoulder lightly. his cock, pumping ropes of milky, sticky cum. his cock twitching inside you, panting against your neck. just as he catches his breath, your walls convulse around his twitching cock, overstimulating. “o- fuckkk.. f..ck” barely able to form coherent sentences, slurring his words. burying his face into the pillow, beside your head, to stifle his moans. muffled moans, teary eyes as one hand gripped your waist tightly, bruising them lightly and the other hand gripping the sheets, crumpling them. his first feel of a vaginal orgasm. he presses soft kisses from your jawline to your neck, “it feels… so good.. one more time?.. please baby?..”. no longer will his hands suffice for him, as he felt what heaven feels like, you.

~ Choso Kamo, Gojo Satoru, Oikawa Toru, Nagi Seishiro, Inumaki Toge, Miya Atsumu, Naoya Zenin, Yuuji Itadori, Kageyama Tobio + whoever you want 😵‍💫

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