"you're a fucking demon," he grunts, trying to fight against the restraints.
"it's your fault," you bite back, dropping your hips once more just to hear him squirm.
you were never the jealous type until you started dating oikawa. his fidelity was never a question but it was just the thought of some bitch thinking she even had the chance to get with him.
and of course, the charming bastard adored the attention but he mostly enjoyed how it possessive it made you.
"god, you really know how to piss me off, tooru," your hands were planted on his chest. knees bent as you fucked yourself on his cock.
oikawa, exhausted from a late practice, didn't notice when you cuffed his wrists and ankles to the bed frame and while he doesn't object to you being dominant, he was far too sensitive right now.
"these bitches just wanna say they fucked a celebrity, they don't care about you," oikawa groans when he feels your breath against the shell of his ear.
"i don't want them, princess. just you," he whines, wishing he could reach out to grab you. the pace you were going at nearly had him at his limit. he needed to cum right now.
but it wasn't about him.
"oh you wanna cum? ohhhh tooru wants to cum, yeah?" you tease, voice shrill as your hips start to slow, grinding on oikawa's aching cock.
"no, baby, please don't stop. i'm sorry," he begs. "just let me cum in you, it'll feel so good."
but instead of giving in, you push off of him, ignoring how he cries when he doesn't feel the warmth of your cunt anymore.
feat loser!kuroo, enemies to lovers!kita, and toxic!oikawa
part 1
cw: fem!reader
loser!kuroo
kuroo's body tensed the second one of them came close to him. he always hates these events — spending hours fake laughing at awful jokes to get on the good side of investors. his only joy is when you tag along, keeping prying eyes at bay.
but kuroo's found himself cornered by three women, all the much-too-young wives of some of his colleagues who were all taken with the handsome ceo.
"this suit looks amazing on you," one of them said. kuroo wanted to tell her that his wife picked out his outfit but before he could answer, another chimed in. "you just fill it up so well, have you been working out?"
his eyes flick over across the room, where you're standing with a quirked brow. you've calmed down a lot since marriage and don't explode with anger every time another woman so much as breaths near kuroo anymore. instead, you took a sip from your wine glass and gave him a look that said, "figure it out."
"can we get you a drink?" one of the other women asks as kuroo feels another pulling on his bicep. did they not see the wedding band on his finger? did none of them notice him walking into the room with you on his arm?
he starts sweating, eyes darting back to you and then the women. kuroo's so used to you taking charge and staking your claim on him but he can't allow you to be disrespected like this.
as one of the women tries to pull him in again, kuroo fights out of her grasp. "i'm married!!!" he blurted out, startling not only the women but a few people that were nearby. embarrassed that he raised his voice, kuroo cleared his throat. "sorry for yelling but i don't think it's appropriate for us to talk like this. i love my wife very much. have a good night."
kuroo makes his way toward you, a smug grin on your face. "so, you into ugly girls or something?"
"baby, please," he whines.
enemies to lovers!kita
you may have found kita absolutely insufferable but most people found him a joy to be around. he was kind and respectful to others. the kind of person that helps others without asking or walks old ladies across the street. it seemed as though kita didn't have an unkind word to say about anyone, except for you.
because of his benevolence, most people wanted to be around him. girls threw themselves at him, knowing that he'd be the type to spoil his significant other. that wasn't the annoying part — because you definitely didn't care about some dumb bimbo trying to get his attention. it was the older women who tried to set kita up with their daughters that irked you the most.
"you know, i have a daughter your age that you'd just be perfect for," or "do you have a girlfriend? my niece could really use a sweet boy like you, can i give her your number?"
even after explaining that he was too focused on his studies and helping his grandma with the farm to even think about dating, these women wouldn't take no for an answer.
"can you tell whoever's blowing up your phone to cut the shit?" you complained, growing tired of the constant buzzing.
kita rolls his eyes at your foul language. he doesn't bother looking at his phone as the two of you lock up the club room for the night. "one of my grandma's friends gave my number to her daughter and she keeps tryin' to set up a date," he says, bored expression never leaving his face.
"you're that down bad that you need your grandma's buddies to get a date?" you scoffed, trying to hide the fact that it may bother you just a little bit that there are so many people trying to get kita's attention.
perceptive as ever, kita catches onto your catty attitude. "she probably won't stop until i say yes to a date," he says nonchalantly, walking back onto campus.
he's only getting a rise out of you. what little free time kita has left from all of his other responsibilities goes to you—both of you know it's true, there's no reason to argue. still, you'd just die if you couldn't make a comment at his expense. "i mean if, sure, you're into ugly girls. this girl can't get a date on her own?" you rambled, stomping beside kita as you head back to your apartment. "but don't let me stop you. i know how much you love doing charity work."
"i won't go if you don't want me to," kita hums, holding the door open for you (1. because he's a gentleman, 2. because he knows it pisses you off.)
"i don't care what you do," you said back to him in a similar mocking tone.
that weekend, though, kita is at your place, where he usually spends most of his weekends. "your date was that bad, huh?" you said as soon as you open the door for him.
"i told her it wouldn't work out and deleted her number," kita answers, carefully removing his shoes and placing them neatly by your door. "i only have time fer important things." he makes direct eye contact when he says it before brushing past you to head to your bedroom.
kita's words stump you for a second, trying to figure out what he meant but soon, his irritating voice comes back, scolding you to hurry back and any thought you had before is forgotten as an insult leaves your lips.
toxic!oikawa
you felt terrible for being late. punctuality was something you always prided yourself on but your boss seemed to think differently, keeping you in the office for hours.
normally, you'd suck it up and accept that you had a shit day at work but you and oikawa had a date planned — one that took ages for both of you to set up.
the image of oikawa sitting at the restaurant alone broke your heart, so you practically raced over there, barely having time to change out of your work clothes.
"i'm so sorry, babe. my boss is such a dick and then the trains were slow—" you rambled as soon as you sat down, immediately asking for your boyfriend's forgiveness
"hey, slow down! it's okay, honey," he said, pushing a glass of wine across the table for you. "i know you didn't mean to be late. you're here now, that's what matters. i already ordered for the two of us."
he had every right to lay into you tonight. this was the perfect opportunity for him to be at his most dramatic, to really make you feel guilty for being late but he acted with a maturity you weren't used to seeing.
"i still feel bad that you were sitting here all by yourself," you said, reaching over to hold his hand.
oikawa shrugged. "well, i wasn't totally alone. our waitress kept me company while i waited."
you hate to say that the second he said "waitress" the alarm bells started ringing in your head. a handsome, young man like oikawa sitting alone in a fancy restaurant is like food on a silver platter for some of these vultures.
and you could only imagine how charming he must have been when the waitress comforted him about being by himself—smiling at her jokes and staring up at her with those warm brown eyes of his, completely unaware of that she would take it as an invitation.
you tried to swallow the bitterness down, not wanting to put a sour note on the night. you opened your mouth to speak but a grating sound stopped you.
"ohhhh, how good of you to finally show," said the high-pitched voice, dripping with faux concern. "i was worried you might have stood this poor man up."
oikawa laughs at the unfunny joke, clearly finding all of this amusing and she practically sparkles at the slightest hint of his approval. "i don't know how you'd ever let him out of your sight. any girl would just love to snatch him right up,'
his eyes glance over at you, ready to see how you'll react. oikawa just loves it when you get territorial of him and even though you've gotten better over the years, there's still that part of you that's always ready to claw someone's eyes out for thinking they could stake their claim on him.
"you're right, any girl would. in fact, many have tried and they've all failed," you smiled up at her, gripping oikawa's hand harder so she would have to take notice of it. "now be a dear and have our food ready soon, okay? i want to spend some time with my boyfriend."
with her tail between her legs, the waitress scurries from the table, muttering something about the food. oikawa laughs again, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles. "my mean baby, you know you don't have anything to worry about, yeah?"
of course, you knew. you wouldn't be with oikawa if you didn't trust him but any girl who had the slightest inkling that she could lead your man astray had to be humbled—and oikawa would be lying if he didn't enjoy the possessive look you get in your eye.
I feel like if you brought up going 50/50 on dates the boys would all say no but in different ways. Like Osamu gets angry like “no? Why the fuck would we do that? Who is putting these dumb ideas in your head?” But Bokuto would just malfunction like he cannot understand the request “uhhh, well no? I can afford it!” vs Kuroo who is worried you’re going to break up with him because only friends split bills. Iwa just had a hearty chuckle and says his mother would murder him if he let you pay.
THIS IS SO CUTE WAIT SKSKKS
you're about to go on a date when you bring up the possibility of splitting the bill 50/50 this time. you weren't expecting much of a reaction from him.
bully!osamu looks at you as if you grew three heads. "are ya dumb? why the fuck would i do that?" and you try to explain that it's not fair that he's always expected to pay but osamu cuts you off. "where the fuck are ya gettin' these ideas from? grab yer jacket, we're gonna be late."
the conversation ends just like that, without any more argument.
loser!kuroo is just confused at first, then worried that something might be wrong. "you've never suggested that before is everything okay?" even when you snap at him for his stupid question, it does little to ease kuroo's nerves. is he doing something wrong? friends go 50/50 when going out for dinner. and you two aren't that...right?
“uh actually, i’d like it if we didn’t do that, okay? i like paying for you.” you stare at him for a few second and shrug your shoulders.
“if it fucking bothers you so much, suit yourself.”
ever since best friend!iwa started earning money, he’d never let you pay for anything. he’s the “i didn’t ask if you have money, i asked if you were hungry” kind of friend. even with your weird… situationship, he’s always treated you out on your totally platonic friend dates.
“you want my mom to kill me? we’re not doing that.”
rich bf!sakusa doesn’t even like it when you bring that nonsense up. don’t even bother bringing your wallet with you, he’s replaced all of your cards with his own anyway 🤷🏾♀️ he thinks it’s cute at first but you keep pestering him and now he has to put his foot down.
“darling, i love and support you on everything except for this. i don’t want to repeat myself on this.”
toxic!oikawa is so…. he’ll quirk his eyebrow at you and say “can you even afford this place, baby?” when you’re pissed at him he doesn’t take it seriously—as usual. “what? let me treat you, i don’t see what the big deal is.”
besides you’re just gonna get pissed off again when the dumb waitress tries to flirt with him 🙄
lol you and enemies to lovers!kita don’t go on dates skskks
writing for oikawa just makes me feel so *britney spears voice* toxic
words: 434
cw: fem!reader, jealousy, sexting, timeskip!oikawa, both of you are kinda toxic lmao, minors dni
oikawa is such a little shit. he never looks at other women, rarely gives them the time of day. he’s so loyal to you, the thought of being with someone else has never crossed his mind. but he’s not stupid, he knows the effect he has on people and he knows how pissed off you get if a woman even breathes near him.
so when the pretty interviewer beckons him for a chat, oikawa decides to ham it up a bit knowing that you’ll be watching at home. he’s letting her feel up his muscles and smirking as she bats her lashes at him but all he can think about is how you must be fuming. oh, you’re so cute when you get mad. but a gold medal and a matching necklace would make you feel better, right? especially when he’ll fuck the anger out of you.
the interviewer ended their segment with a cheeky, “will we see you after the game?” oikawa, winking at the camera, replied with “i’ll be sure to look for you first.” to which she giggled. when the camera cuts, she tries to get a little more of his time, but oikawa excuses himself, heading back to the locker room. he didn’t want to spend any more time with her than he needed to, not when you were always on his mind.
and just like clockwork, his phone starts buzzing. oikawa entertains the idea of not checking it right away, letting you stew in your anger for a while. but he craves your attention more than anything in this world, that’s why he does this to you. he’s just as needy and possessive of you—you’re just not evil enough to exploit it. he checks his phone.
from: my demon🥰❤️🔥: quite the show you’re putting on 🙄
from: my demon🥰❤️🔥: why don’t you look for this after the game instead?
from: my demon🥰❤️🔥: [+1 attachment]
in the photo, you’re wearing oikawa’s jersey, panties pushed to the side while you have two fingers inside you. just to annoy him, you’re purposely hiding your face, knowing that he loves to watch your reactions as you touch yourself. but still, it makes his cock twitch in his shorts. he misses the way you squeeze around him and how you scratch down his back. he’s responding before he can even think.
to: my demon🥰❤️🔥: lemme see your face, princess🤗
he sees the little bubbles as soon as he hits send.
from: my demon🥰❤️🔥: win first. i don’t fuck losers.
such a little brat, you were. he can’t wait to come back home to you.
hey!! i was reading ur shithead jealousy boy oikawa stuff and i wondered how possessive he would get when the tables were turned and you decided to get your own back cuz ur both toxic asf 💗💗💗 #goals
yessssssss omg i’ve been waiting for this
words: 683
cw: fem!reader, jealousy, oral (m receiving), toxic relationship, minors dni
here’s the thing, besties. you and oikawa are literally the same bitch. you’re both toxic and messy, it’s just that oikawa exploits it more than you do.
he loves seeing that fire in your eyes when some girl tries to get his attention, how you’ll stew in your own anger until you’re home and then you’ll ride the shit out him.
oikawa loves nothing more than seeing you take charge only to fuck the attitude out of you. all while telling you that you’re the only person he wants, the only one he thinks about, the only one that can make him cum.
but you get fed up so you want to give him a taste of his own medicine.
iwaizumi comes to visit one day, staying over for dinner. you two have always had a playful banter but you decide to take it up a notch, commenting on how fit he’s gotten since high school. “i didn’t think your muscles could get any bigger, haji,” you tease, wrapping your arm around his bicep
poor iwa had no idea what you were planning and was blushing up a storm with your constant compliments. “ooooh, you’re so strong” and “how are you this handsome and still single?”
every time iwa made a joke, you were sure to let out a giggle “isn’t that so funny, tooru?” but your boyfriend wasn’t finding anything hilarious about what was happening in front of him. he had a pout on his face the whole night, making snappy comments “didn’t think it was that funny,”
once dinner was over, oikawa couldn’t get iwa out of the house fast enough, grumbling about hanging out with him and the other seijoh boys some other day.
“is my baby boy upset?” you coo, kissing the tip of his pretty cock before taking him in your mouth. oikawa has his clenched fists at his sides, trying his best not to buck his hips up. the second iwa was out of the house, you were on your knees, ready to mouth at oikawa’s crotch. “i thought you would’ve loved to see iwa.”
“you know it’s not just that—” oikawa sucks in a breath when he feels you hum around him. you looked so pretty with your lips around his cock, teasing the angry head to force those sweet sounds from him. “princess…”
oikawa groaned upon seeing you with your own hand down your shorts, touching yourself while you sucked him off. “come on, tooru, don’t be jealous.” you squeeze his cock with your free hand, stopping his impending release which makes his legs shake.
“m’not jealous,” he grunts, breathing growing heavier with every movement you make. he’s so full of it, you practically see the steam coming out of his head every time you scooted closer to his friend. if he had it his way, he probably would’ve fucked you right there on the dinner table for iwaizumi to see. just so he could prove that nobody else could fuck you like he did.
you giggled as you pressed another kiss to his sensitive cock. “of course you’re not jealous. maybe we should invite iwa more often then. you know how much i love having him around.” once the words leave your mouth, oikawa’s hand is tangled in your hair, shoving his length down your throat until your nose is brushed against his abdomen.
“i thought i had a princess with me, not a fucking whore,” he spits, snapping his hips into your warm, inviting mouth. you choke as you struggle to breathe through your nose but oikawa just laughs at you, continuing his movements. drool runs down your chin and puddles on the floor between your knees. “let’s invite all my friends, huh? that way i can fuck you in front of them and show you who’s in charge here.”
oikawa uses your mouth until he’s finally at the edge, gripping your chin. he barely gives you a warning before his cum shoots down your throat. you swallow without him asking you, bringing a devious glint in his eyes.
“that’s my princess,” he praises, forcing you to your feet. “our night isn’t over.”
Hi, congrats on 1K! May I request Oikawa x Day 1 🍑 ?
idk why writing for oikawa makes me default to jealous!reader but here were are sksksk
words: 460
cw: fem!reader, jealousy, wedding planning, table sex, pet names, minors dni
“you’re the one that hired her, how could you possibly be upset now?” his attitude is so cavalier, you wish you could wipe the smile off his face. “you’d think that rock of yours wouldn’t make my princess so jealous anymore.” oikawa angles his hips slightly, making your lips quiver as he pounds into you more.
“shut up,” you counter meekly. it’s not much but it’s hard to think when his cock is inside you. each thrust making the dinner table squeak beneath your body.
god, his face is so smug. chocolate eyes staring down at you, it’s so patronizing. oikawa reached for your left hand, holding it up to look at the twinkling diamond on your fourth finger. “what is it not big enough? would a bigger ring make my demon-chan feel better?” he coos, kissing your hand.
it was so ridiculous. your wedding planner—that you fought so hard to get because she was supposed to be the best one in japan—had dropped off mock wedding invitations so you and oikawa could pick the final design. only problem is that every time the bitch is around your fiancé, she can’t stop making googly eyes at him. commenting on his muscles and tanned skin so much that you’re the one that has to bring the conversation back to picking the right cake and venue.
oikawa could see the anger in your eyes and thought it was hilarious. “my princess thinks i care what other women think, that’s so cute,” he laughs, showing attention to your clit and feeling how you tighten around him. “or do you act this way so i have to fuck the jealousy out of you?”
“tooru!” you gasp, feeling the pressure build in the pit of your stomach. your cries grow higher in pitch, walls constricting around his cock to the point that his prideful smirk is breaking. “m’gonna cum!”
“go ahead, lovely.” his rhythm gets sloppy, moans escaping from his mouth. “sweet baby, i’ll keep doing this if it reassures you. you’re the only woman i’ll ever want. gonna be my wife, right? gonna make you mine forever. mine all mine.” he babbles as you fall apart under him.
you cream around him with his name on your lips, absolutely ruining the invitations scattered on the table. oikawa cums inside you right after, praising you the entire time. he pulls out, stretching your cunt to see his seed dribbling out. “that’s all for you, princess.” a soft kiss is placed on your temple.
few days later, the wedding planner stops by to see what your decisions were. handing her the “oddly” smelling envelopes, you let her know that they’ve all been rejected. “try harder next time,” you snap before slamming the door in her face.
