#nadie!

[ehviepls]

ehvie, I JUST KNOW oikawa is the best at talking dirty

nsfw.

oikawa tooru is so stupidly good at dirty talk, and it pisses me off. and the worst part of it is that he doesn't just know what to say, but he's also great at knowing when to say it.

he'll slip up behind you when the two of you are out shopping together, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back while you're trying to decide between oranges. you think he's going to tease you about overthinking such a small thing. instead, you get hit with his breath on your ear. "you look too good in this dress," he whispers. "makes me want to see what's beneath it."

and he will find out what's underneath it as soon as the two of you are home.

his dirty talk ranges from sweet... "so fucking pretty for me like this," he murmurs while pressing kisses to your neck, the dress bunched up around your waist while he grinds against you. "always so fucking pretty for me, sweetheart."

to awestruck... "can't believe i get to have you like this. 'm so lucky," he tells you, his forehead pressed to yours as his thumb circles your clit. he's desperate to be as close to you as possible; he loves the feeling more than anything. "fuck, i love you so much, angel."

to possessive... "yeah? this all for me, sweetheart?" he asks, gritting his teeth as he feels you clench around him. "pussy feels so fucking good. made for me, weren't you? tell me. lemme hear you say you were made for this."

to downright filthy and a little dangerous. "where do you want it?" he asks, but he's too focused on sending you over the edge to even hear your reply. "fuck - gonna finish inside you. bet you'd like that. want me to fill you up? gonna make sure it - it fuckin' takes."

he says it so earnestly that you believe him.

[ehviepls]

PLEASE EHVIE, imagine aone after being in a relationship for so long, he still never gets used to touching you directly, always shy, always afraid of hurting you, of holding you too tight. and you’re always sighing because MY GOD HE’S SO CUTE he even blushes when you ask for more! *honestly i'm sighing*

it’s been said before and i’ll say it again: he’s such a gentle giant!

when you first start dating him, you think it’s something he’ll grow out of over time. he overthinks any physical contact, even little things like holding your hand because what if he gets too excited and squeezes yours too hard? he’d never forgive himself!

but even when you’re both happily settled into domestic bliss, he’s still apprehensive. but god, you can tell he doesn’t want to be. you feel it when his hand brushes against your lower back as he moves past you in the kitchen. you feel it when he hugs you, his arms wrapped loosely around you instead of giving you the bone-crushing affection you crave.

so you’ve taken to just telling him what you want directly. it starts one night when you walk into the living room where he sits on the couch. you hold your hand out to him, and he looks confused for a moment before reaching out to hold it, bringing it to his lips to press the softest kiss against your knuckles.

god, he treats you like a princess. you sit on his lap, straddling his thighs as you bury your face into his neck. you can feel him stiffen for a moment, hesitating before he wraps his arms around you - still far too loose for your liking.

“more,” you tell him.

it’s quiet for a beat longer before he speaks up. “what?”

“hug me more,” you instruct, sighing contently. “tighter.”

so he does. but…

“as tight as you can,” you tell him, shuffling your body in an attempt to be as close to him as possible.

he exhales. “honey, i don’t -.”

you lean your head back just enough to look in his eyes, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “you’d never hurt me,” you say confidently. “now, show me whatcha got.”

and even in his hesitation, he can’t help the small smile that graces his lips at the reminder of just how much you love and trust him.

[n-a-l-e-t-e]

Nadie nunca se va a enamorar de mí. Nadie nunca me va a escribir un poema ni pensará en mí al sonar una canción. Nadie me dedicará su insomnio ni seré motivo de un muy acelerado corazón. Nadie nunca preferiría un desastre como yo habiendo tanta perfección.