Anime 🍋Lemons🍋

🍋oikawa🍋

There isn’t an abundance of flexible time you can spend with Tooru Oikawa, and so you cling preciously to whatever moments you can grab. It isn’t a matter of jealousy over volleyball, it’s just a fact of life that both of you acknowledge the way mature adults can do. It means that you aren’t going to be each other’s top priority all the time, it means that things must be scheduled, that spontaneity isn’t in the cards as long as the two of you are together. Simple as that.

It’s still a little surprising when he grabs you like this, though, like horny teenagers giggling behind the school gym.

“Stop, Tooru,” you say, laughing a little as his hands lock around your waist. You put the vegetables down on the counter, glad you hadn’t pulled the knife out yet. “Shouldn’t you get going?”

“Not yet,” he says, his voice a song that tickles your ear. “Besides there’s some train delays. I would have had to have left twenty minutes ago to be on time.”

“You should get going,” you say, leaning your head back to meet his eyes. You say the words automatically, not really meaning it. “Coach isn’t going to let an excuse like that fly.”

“Okay, mom,” Tooru says. He still sounds lazy and lilting. He runs his hands over your stomach, circling to keep you in a snug embrace. “Just a few more minutes. “

You should urge him out the door, send him on his way. But if the trains are already late – what, really, can be done? You lean back into him and he burrows next to your head, peppering your ear and cheek with soft kisses. His lips are soft and light, dancing over you like a breeze.

“Just a little bit,” he says again, his voice beginning to drop, a sense of urgency filling his words. His strong forearms tighten over you. You push back against him, beginning to grind slowly, finding Tooru’s cock below your ass easily as you move in uneven circles.

A light sigh escapes from you. Before you even acknowledge it to yourself you start rolling your hips a little faster against his groin. His hands move up, groping at your chest over your clothes. His cock is hard already, and the desperation floods so strongly through the cage of his arms that you don’t know whose heat it is that pushes this on. Tooru leans forward, and you hold tightly to the edge of the counter as he curves over you, feet bracing on either side of your legs as he strains forward. His breath is hot against the side of your cheek; you turn your face, and meet his lips for a kiss. It’s brief, and he comes back for another, before hungrily moving to your neck, up to your ear, still grinding into you.

You can feel the movement of his chest against your upper back as he breathes, sharp and hard, shorter and shorter gasps as his hips rock against yours. Your pussy begins to grow wet, the teasing presence of his cock something to ride against, nudging between your thighs and moving just so slightly under you. You begin to move faster, muscles clenching, trying to reach Tooru through the clothing.

He moans as he returns your rocking motions. “Baby, baby, I don’t want to go.”

The whine would be annoying if it came from anyone other than him.

“Stay,” you breathe, feeling your yearning heat begin to grow under him.

“I can’t,” Tooru says, the pain clear, but his body not stopping. He begins to thrust harder against you, hands pushing through your clothes before coming down again to scoop up and fight under the fabric. His calloused palms over your sensitive, soft chest is enough to make you moan again as he moves. A rough massage that somehow feels deliciously good.