˖ 🕷️ ˖˙ 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.