Spicy Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Before A Game

WARNINGS: riding, fem!dom, praise kink, teasing, begging

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tooru likes to have sex before his games but he doesn't want to use up his energy. so you've compromised that you'll take care of him the night before. this usually means just a blow job or a hand job but today you want to do something special. you like doing these things for him, they make you feel needed. it makes you feel happy. 

he's already on his back, naked, in the bed before you ask him. you smile and strip down yourself, he looks at you, confused. you giggle, "i'm doing something else today." he nods and smiles, relaxing back with a soft sigh. you climb up onto the bed and straddle his hips, holding yourself up so your hovering over his already fully hard dick. "do you know what i'm doing tooru?" 

"you're... gonna ride me?" he sounds unsure of himself.

"is that a question or a statement tooru?" you move a hand to flick your hair over your shoulder.

"statement," he knows if it's a question you won't do it, "you're going to ride me." you smile, "correct! such a smart boy for me!" he glows under the praise, no matter how small it is. you ever so slowly move yourself down, just barely taking the tip of him inside you, "who are you playing tomorrow?" 

he frowns at you, not knowing what you're playing at, "we're playing johzenji. it's a practice game." you slide yourself an inch lower on him, "good boy, who's their captain?" he whines and realizes what you're doing, "t-terushima. please- don't do this." you frown and keep yourself where you're at, "answer only my question. now, what's his position?" 

"h-he's a wing spiker." he clutches at the bedsheets, mad at himself. you hum and slide down another inch on his dick. 

"good! hmm... what is their schools motto?" 

"i- fuck- i don't k-... i don't know!" he always sounds so adorable when he's exasperated. "you have to know these things tooru. what. is. their. motto?" he scrunches up his nose, squeezing his eyes shut, "it's... its simplicity... and fort... -fortitude! simplicity and fortitude!" you giggle at how excited he sounds to know the answer and slide down yet another inch on him, "what is... oh this ones easy, what is their uniform color?" 

"it's yellow, with black!" he grins, proud of himself. you lean down to kiss him, sliding down for on the fourth inch, "where did they rank in the prelims?", "top 4." another inch. "do they have any third years left?", "no." another inch. 

"what color is terushimas hair?" you smirk down at his dumbfounded expression. he splutters, "why would i need to know that!?" 

"because, tooru, maybe you can make fun of him for it! what is it?" you raise an eyebrow impatiently. 

"....i... i don't know. i think he's a blond?" 

"wrong. try again." you smile, oh how you love technicalities. 

"what do you mean wrong?" hes so desperate his eyes start to water, "he's blond!" 

"he's not. try again." you reach a hand out to brush through his hair. he lets out a frustrated noise, "....black hair?" 

"not yet. again." 

a tear slips from the corner of his eye, "i don't know! please! please just hurry up! fuck me please!" you sigh, "he has brown hair tooru. brown hair." you push yourself off of his dick and lay down with your back to him. 

"wha- no! please i'm sorry, i'll get the next one! i promise, i'll answer the next one correctly." he sounds so broken you almost feel bad for him.

"you promise?" you glance back over your shoulder.

"i promise! i swear!" hes right behind you, literally on his knees with his hands clasped in front of him. you smile, "what's my moms name?" his relived smile is so sweet someone could get a cavity, "that easy, it's future-mom-in-law." you hum, satisfied with that answer, "on your back." he scrambles onto his back and in one swift movement you're speared on his dick, straddling him. 

you slowly start to grind your hips against his, speeding up about every 3 minutes. soon you're full on bouncing on his dick, leaned over to moan out to him, "fuck tooru- you're so good for me, make me feel so good." he whimpers and taps your hip twice, he wants to finish. you smile shakily, shifting so he hits that spot. he lets out his small moan of completion and you moan out your own orgasm. 

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the next day tooru wins his practice game. he comes out of the gym and sees you waiting there for him. 

"did you get to make fun of his for his hair?" you ask, linking your fingers through his. 

"i called him box-blond." tooru grins and leans down to kiss your forehead, "thank you."