Spicy Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Student/Teacher Roleplay

WARNINGS: roleplay, student x teacher, name calling

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"hey have you ever thought about student/teacher roleplay?" tooru asks one day when you're laying in bed, playing with his hair. you hum, "not really... is that something you want?" 

"kinda," he presses his face into the crook of your neck, "it seems hot." 

"mkay. are we talking highschool or college?" 

"i think i want highschool... i want you wear those school girl skirts."

"oki doki! i'll get one of those." 

he grins up at you, "i love you so much." 

"i love you too kinkykawa~" 

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you walk into your teachers office, your skirt rolled up to be just barely covering your ass, the top two buttons on your blouse undone. you've always thought oikawa sensei was attractive, half the class talks about how they want to fuck him. you're here for some extra help after school, you're struggling on this one question that you just can't seem to get right. 

"ah you're here," oikawa looks up from a stack of paper  on his desk, setting his pen down, "please have a seat," he gestures to the chair across from him on the other side of the desk. you sit down, legs spread ever so slightly. if he notices he doesn't say anything, instead opening a drawer and pulling out a small file, "whats the question you're having difficulty with?" 

"oh, right. question 5d if i can remember correctly. nothing i do is the right answer." you take a piece of you hair and twirl it around your finger. oikawa smiles softly and pulls out a piece of paper, turning it to face you. it has the question on it at the top and a bunch of blank space under it. "i want you to do the problem for me," he hands you a calculator before sitting back and watching you, "then i'll tell you what you did wrong." you nod and pick up a pencil from the pencil holder, leaning over just enough for him to be able to see into your shirt. you work on the problem, purposefully messing a few steps up, not changing a sign, adding instead of subtracting, forgetting to multiply. 

you flip the paper back to him after you're done, sliding the pencil behind your ear. he takes the paper and looks over it. he smiles and sets it down, picking up his red pen, he taps each spot you did something wrong before circling what it affected. he then looks up at you, "but you knew that." you frown innocently, "what?"

"you did these wrong on purpose," he sets his pen back down, "i can tell." 

"i don't know what you're talking about," you insist, trying not to break your lies. 

"oh but you do. do you know how many people come in here pretending to be stupid?" he slides the paper to him, crumpling it into a ball and dropping it in the trash can underneath his desk, "and don't think i don't know what they actually want." 

you blush lightly, "i-... i really don't know what you mean oikawa~sensei." 

"of course you don't," he rolls his eyes, "stand up." you cross your arms over your chest, "why?" he sighs and takes off his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose, "stand. up." 

you hesitate a second but you do stand up. his eyes rake over your frame, "you usually only have the top button undone, and your skirt has been rolled up twice instead of once. turn around." you stare at him, eyes wide before turning on your heel, "as i thought. your skirt barely covers your ass." the next thing you know you feel a ruler on the back of your thigh, resting there. it slides between your thighs before pushing against one, making you spread open your legs. you blush as the ruler moves to your lower back, pushing until you bend yourself over, hands on the back of your chair. the ruler flips your skirt up and moves down to rub its edge over your clothed hole. 

"o-oikawa~sensei~ what are you d-doing?" the ruler withdraws. 

"oh so this isn't what you want?" you peek over your shoulder and see him smacking the ruler down against his palm. you stutter, "w-well- i'm not saying n-no." 

"good. panties off." 

you blush at his tone of voice, quickly sliding your panties down to your knees. oikawa hums, "come over here and sit on my lap." you shimmy your panties off the rest of the way, walking around the desk and sitting down on his lap. you can feel his dick under you, his clothing being the only thing separating you. he looks down at you, "you already look so very horny~" you squirm on top of him and he reaches his hand down, undoing the button on his pants and unzipping the fly. 

he pulls his dick out and you glance down, who knew your math teacher could be so fucking huge. he smirks at the look on your face, "why don't you sit on my cock hm?" you hesitate for a second before lifting yourself up and sitting yourself back down, impaling yourself on him. 

he grips you hips and starts lifting you up and dropping you back down, over and over. you cant help the little moans that escape you, he feels too good, too big. soon enough he has a hand over your mouth and he's bucking his hips up into you, you're close and you think he is too. all of a sudden he flips you around and slams you down on the desk, not even leaving you once. you moan, he feels deeper in this position. he starts slamming into you, rubbing against all the spots you love the most, "fuck! o-oikawa~sensei!~ c-cumming!" 

"cum for me seeetheart~" he purrs into your ear, somehow going even harder into you. you moan loudly, clenching down on his dick, your orgasm rushing over you in the best ways.  oikawa thrusts a few more times before spilling inside you. 

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you lay in your bed, looking up at toorus face, "that was more fun than i thought it would be!" 

"you doubt my taste?" he gasps dramatically, "you should never do that!" 

"sorry oikawa~sensei~" 

"oh you are going to get it-"