𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑻𝑯 18+

Tōru Oikawa | GN

𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞!

✰ His Pretty Collar

Contains: slight praise (giving), teasing
Gender Neutral!Reader

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The television played in the background as you and Oikawa cuddled with each other. Your bodies were intertwined in the most comfortable way and the two of you enjoyed each other's presence. Yet, there was one thing that bothered you. The precious collar of his.

"You look so pretty," you hum as you tug at your lover's collar, a whimper leaving his lips as you kiss the raw skin beneath it. He refused to take it off, no matter how many times you told him to. Maybe it was because you complimented him on how beautiful he looked, knowing you genuinely meant it, "but you need to take this off, beautiful."

Oikawa gives you a narrowed glare and pulls away from you. He loved hearing your praises, he loved how the pink collar with the white frills and the bell made him look, and he loved how your eyes looked at him during sex as he submitted to you.

"Come on, baby," you whisper in his ear, causing a shiver to run down the brunet's spine, "just for a little while. Until your skin heals." You trail your cold hand across his naked chest and he bites his lip at the chill that spreads across his skin.

He's on his back now with you straddling his hips. Oikawa has a playful smile on his face, hoping you would wipe it off in due time. You use your left hand to pin his wrists above his head, his cheeks immediately flaring up. "As long as you continue to love me and make love to me, I won't take it off."

You gently rock yourself against his clothed dick, causing a soft moan to leave his pretty lips. The collar shifts and the bell rings with your movements, the clip just barely visible. Your right hand is grasping his jaw and you swipe your thumb over his lips before kissing them gently.

Pulling his bottom lip between yours, you suck on it, plumping the sensitive skin. "Master," he manages to let out and you pull away to look at him. Your hand trails down his neck before stopping near the clip of the collar. "Please touch me. I want to feel more of you."

You shake your head before kissing his lips once more, your fingers successfully undoing the pretty cloth from his neck. A soft gasp leaves his lips when you sit up, dangling his favorite piece of fabric between your fingers. "Master?"

Tōru moves to grab it, but the hand around his wrists hardly budges. "You'll get it back soon, just allow your skin to breathe, beautiful." You place it on the nightstand, the bell giving a soft jingle. "For now, let me treat the blisters."