Request: Hi! If you would want to write it, I have a request for you! So I was wondering how Oikawa would react to his girlfriend telling him about her noncon fantasies? I feel so guilty about my fantasies, aaa.
This is a safe place and we all got our dirty little fantasies so no reason to feel guilty over them!
Warnings: cnc/consensual-noncon/rape play, bit of dirty talk, manhandling
Oikawa + Noncon Fantasies
> One thing about Oikawa is he's understanding when it comes to his friends and when it comes to you! So, of course, he encourages you to share anything on your mind that bothers you or worries you.
> The man has some dirty fantasies himself, probably things he is afraid to tell you because they’re so.. abnormal for him. So, this is a topic and a feeling he can 100% understand!
> Bringing it up to him in anyway needs to be when things are serious and not steamy. While it’s one way to kind of ruin the mood, he doesn’t want to suddenly change his approach to how he loves you due to a confession. So, talk it out beforehand.
> 100% understanding and accepting. This also gives a chance for him to come forth about his own dirty fantasies. Give and take is how relationships work, so he’ll share his for yours. This is just headcanons, but, I feel like he also has a noncon kink. It came out of nowhere and scared him, but he buried it deep down inside, especially when it comes to his love for you. He’d never want to purposefully hurt you, but there’s that voice there.
> So, there begins a scene. An established safe word and acts on his dirty fantasy that goes with your dark fantasy. You’re so pliable and easily willing, despite the act you put up. Cries and pleas don’t have him stopping, they have him hesitating, but you don’t say the safe word, so he continues.
> The first time might not go so smoothly since it is, after all, the first time. He might stop the scene all together because he needs you to remind him that you asked for the scene, or you need a break because it’s getting to be too much. However long it takes, it doesn’t matter. After every scene, you both talk it out and dish out aftercare.
The brutal pace of Oikawa’s hips slapping against yours left a stinging pain in its absence, only for a brief, fleeting moment. With your hands behind your back, completely useless in his strong grip, your body was nothing more than a hole for him to use. His sharp tongue and bruising grips ingrained that even further in you, unable to do anything except moan and cry as he rubbed your walls raw.
“Such a filthy little thing, enjoying this so much? You’re absolutely wrecked, you know? Nothing more than a tool for me to use,” he hummed, hand leaving your hips as he gripped your hair, pulling you back. “Can’t even see straight or talk properly, hm?”
Your gibberish response had him chuckling darkly, your body flopping back down to the bed as he went harder, pushing your body down as you squirmed. “Another load; take it all, why don’t you? Not like you have a choice,” his words float around your head on repeat as you feel cum cover your walls once more, some dripping out from where you’re both connected.
With no safe word being spoken, he’s free to go one more round. With a sharp thrust, you know he’ll take advantage of your silence.
In his position and the way he presents himself, one would think Oikawa Tōru likes the way he is. Even under the title of a punishment, it was hard to see that it truly was. With his ass in the air and his mouth full, Iwaizumi and you could see he was rather enjoying the task given to him.
“Such a good boy, taking what’s given to him. Don’t you think so, Iwa-chan?” Your voice is sweet, dripping like honey as you lean over Oikawa, hands beneath him. With sweaty skin upon sweaty skin, the room is hot and your mind is hazy.
“I’d say. Taking cock like a champ, aren’t you, Oikawa?” If Iwaizumi expected an answer, he’d only get a muffled moan. Oikawa had his mouth full of Iwaizumi’s cock, the thick appendage down his throat. As he did so, slender fingers worked on teasing Iwaizumi’s balls, matching your own hands pumping Oikawa’s hard cock. With his mouth and ass full, he was downright a proper whore.
Oikawa moans in response to each praise that drips from your lips, honeyed words that encourage him to keep going. Each stroke of his cock had his eyes watering as you rocked yourself into him, hips meeting his skin with a resounding sound. When a particular sharp thrust had him lurching forward, taking Iwaizumi’s cock fully down his throat, your hand removed itself. Whining, Oikawa moves his hips back.
“Oi, Shittykawa, this is a punishment,” Iwaizumi hisses, pulling on Oikawa’s locks as his mouth is removed. With his tongue out, all he does is pant as his face tinges pink. Iwaizumi swipes his thumb over Oikawa’s lips, collecting the saliva dripping from them and licks it off. Another whine from Oikawa has his throat full of Iwaizumi once more, a gagging sound as you fill him once more at the same time.
“You’re doing so well, Tōru,” you coo once more, hands running over the side of his legs, fingertips running over the hem of the thigh highs he adorns. Pastel blue with silk ribbons, it was Iwaizumi’s favorite pair to see on Oikawa. Dipping your fingertips into the band, you snap the fabric against his flawless skin. “Taking everything I give you, too,” you bite your lip as your hands trail themselves back to their previous place, wrapping around his hard cock, tip red from overstimulation and denial all in one. A thumb brushes over his sensitive slit, his hips bucking to meet your thrust as he goes to licking Iwaizumi’s cock.
“You’re so much prettier between my knees, Oikawa,” he praises, hand now playing with the brown strands that he was tugging earlier. Oikawa doesn’t respond, instead smiling as he teases Iwaizumi’s cock. “And a fucking tease,” a hiss, then Oikawa’s back to the rough treatment from before. His throat expanding to take all of Iwaizumi, obnoxious gagging you he does. You giggle, hand grabbing the flesh of his hips to have him meet you.
“You should disrespect Iwaizumi much more often, you seem to enjoy being stuffed,” a forceful thrust accompanies your words, one hand going back to tease his cock. “Shall I let him finish?”
“If he’s a good boy that can make me finish first,”
“You heard him. He’s the boss,”
Oikawa picks up his pace on sucking Iwaizumi, hollowing his cheeks as he forces him to take each and every inch. Burying his nose against Iwaizumi’s skin and then pulling off until the tip is left, swirling his tongue around the mushroom tip before going back down. Each stroke of his tongue on the underside has Iwaizumi gritting his teeth, grip on Oikawa’s hair tightening. It isn’t long until a low growl comes from Iwaizumi’s throat, both hands keeping Oikawa down as he spills himself down his partner’s throat. Oikawa’s gulps are immediate and loud, bits of white liquid oozing out from his mouth, but he drinks the majority of it. Once he has, he’s once more removed from Iwaizumi’s cock to check.
“Drank every bit, baby boy. You get a treat,” Iwaizumi grins at you, a small nod. You grin and pick up your own pace, Oikawa’s moans freely bouncing off the bedroom walls as you do. Fingers go to his open mouth, dipping inside to collect his saliva to use. Rubbing the slightly sticky wetness against his cock helps your movements pick up, hand moving fast as you occasionally squeeze his tip and collect the droplets of cum dripping down. With a loud moan, Oikawa arches his back as his own cum splashes against the the material beneath him. With his stamina spent, his denied orgasm finally coming, he collapses on the floor. You pull the toy from his rear, noting the gaping hole from the large girth of the toy.
With the heavy breathing from the man in front you, you sigh. This won’t be Oikawa’s last punishment, not at all.
Request : Hey! I hope you are having a good day! I saw your requests are open and I got very excited. Um, if it is something you would be interested in, I would love to request something! 👉🏽👈🏽 If this isn’t something you are interested in, please delete this! Okay, um, my request: Oikawa with his lady love who is trying out some bdsm elements and he does something that makes the reader use her safeword, and fluffy aftercare. Thanks either way! ❤️❤️❤️
I want you to know I love the “Oikawa with his lady love” line. It’s just, it’s different and I’ve been thinking about it since I read this ask. Anyways, here’s... dom!Oikawa (i am sorry if this doesn’t turn out as expected... I am not a big fan of Oikawa)
Includes: spanking, bondage, BDSM elements, safeword usage, aftercare, there’s no actual fucking, fingering, flogger (briefly)
Test of My Love
You hope you don’t regret saying yes.
Tōru was hard to deny, his eager and love often bleeding over to you and soon enough, both of you were on the same level of excitement and passion for something. The newest thing that your boyfriend decided on was, well, something you hesitated on.
“BDSM? Like, 50 Shades of Grey?”
“But better!” He chirped, smiling brightly. You smiled right back at him, deciding to accept the proposal. You were still on the fence, but you were also willing to try anything once. You were both experimentalists, after all! Part of that title meant experimenting!
With your knees pressed into the leather bench and your arms bound behind your back, you were having second thoughts. The flogger Tōru held in his hand was the toy of choice, the toy he was recommended for spanking and punishments by the man running the shop. A beginner’s toy, he had said. The brush of the leather against your skin was scary, but when the leather slapped against your skin, you realized how... pleasureful it could be.
With the thin straps smacking against your rear, you could feel a bit of slick looking between your legs, thighs rubbing for friction. Tōru clicked his tongue at that. “Naughty girl. Don’t you know you only get to release from me?” He whispers, as if anyone could hear him aside from you. With his long fingers running over your skin, they dive between your thighs to rub at your folds. “So nice and wet. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I? After all—” you gasp out, feeling his fingers pinch your clit. A squirm has the harness keeping you strapped down jostling, the clinking of metal and rustling of leather echoing in your ears. With the flogger touching your skin again, you expect more pleasuring smacks against your skin. When it leaves, you wait for it.
The sound of the smack echoes around the room, your body lurching forward with the action. Tears spring to your eyes as the stinging in your ass rises. Tōru chuckles. “Count them for me. You don’t talk back,” he growls out, a pause. You manage to mumble out a ‘one’, only to hear him humming in approval. When his hand lands against you again, you feel your tears slip down your cheeks, but you continue to count each spank.
“Tōru, I don’t like this—” you begin, but are once more cut off. When his joyous laugh reaches your ears, your blood turns ice cold.
“Pets don’t get to decide. I’m in control. Start from the beginn—”
“Milk bread,” your voice breaks the scene, the flogger still being held hitting the floor as you feel the restraints loosen. You sniffle as your wrists are freed, gently brought into your boyfriend’s loving arms.
“I didn’t know it was going to be so rough, I’m so sorry, darling,” he coos, pressing kisses to your head as he carries you out of the bedroom. He brings you to the bathroom, setting you down as he begins to run the bath. “Do you need anything?”
“Some water would be nice,” You mumble. With your arms covering your naked self, you’ve never felt so small and vulnerable. Tōru nods, rushing off to get you a drink. You stop the bath water, slipping into the warm water as it soothes your stiff muscles and the already forming welts on your ass. When he comes back, he kneels beside you, next to the tub.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
“I know. You wanted to try something new. I did, too. I did. I didn’t expect a volleyball player with a killer serve to spank me with his serving hand, though,” you giggle, making light of the heavy situation. With his brown strands covering his face, you push them up to see his eyes once more. Full of guilt, your stomach twists at the sight.
“I won’t do it again. I don’t want to ever feel that way again.” His declaration is firm, accompanied by a couple of tears. Your eyes widen as the situation finally settles in. While it may have been damaging for you physically, it was more damaging to him. He’d carry the guilt of hurting you.
“Well, next time let’s start off lighter. Maybe not 50 Shades of Grey styled,” you joke. He laughs at that, dryly.
