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Slight Yandere! Oikawa X Reader Smut

hhii here’s my first smut here ;) so this is from my wattpad yandere oikawa fic but I thought I’d add it here too.

;; – fingering, praise kink, hand job and dirty talk.

Oikawa Tooru looms over your body with a triumphant smirk modelling over his pretty lips and clear lust colouring his eyes. “Well, princess?” He purrs, slowly pushing his thigh up to the area between your parted legs. You feel his knee rub against your throbbing clit when he bends over, peppering honeyed kisses on the side of your neck.

You knew exactly what he wanted, his sexual endeavours in the past were usually denied because you never found yourself truly trusting Oikawa; sometimes you’d give in but very rarely. Yet now? Perhaps… it was okay. That for just a little time, you’d let yourself free and take each other’s love to the most intimate level.

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now let's talk about atsumu's stamina

— Sylvia Plath, from The Bell Jar

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。HANDS — ITOSHI SAE.

sae doesn’t understand the purpose of holding hands. it’s a bit annoying to try and move around while you’re practically chained to someone else, it feels a bit odd to have someone’s hand lace with yours and keep it occupied, and it just draws this unwarranted attention that he doesn’t like.

he doesn’t hold hands, and you don’t seem to mind, so it’s never really been a concern of his.

not until today at least.

“are you nervous?” you ask, standing next to him as you stare out at the field. it’s a large stadium—there’s a bigger audience here than you’ve ever seen at any of the last few games you’ve been to.

it makes sense, you suppose. you’ve really only been to a handful of sae’s games—and even if you haven’t dated long, you’re well accustomed now to the occasional mic in your face as they as you how you feel about your boyfriend’s win. but now that he officially doesn’t play for a youth team anymore, now that he’s in the big shots with the adults, there’s bound to be more people, right? it makes you a bit nervous, all the eyes on you, but it doesn’t keep you from standing next to him as he waits with his team just minutes before starting the game.

sae only raises a brow at you, looks at you like you’ve grown two heads, “what do you take me for? they’re lucky to even play against me,” he mutters.

from a distance, you can hear a few amused chuckles and a few scoffs of disbelief from his older teammates. for the youngest on the team, sae has the largest presence. he’s already the talk of the hour—you can hear reporters buzzing for an interview and fans chanting his name already.

but he’s unbothered, sipping on his water bottle like it’s child’s play he’s preparing for.

“i know, baby,” you mumble, “you’ll crush them but…there’s just so many people,” you mumble. “what if you trip and fall? that’ll be so many people seeing.”

“i’m not gonna trip and fall,” he grumbles, lips twitching into a small frown that’s almost—almost—a pout, like the fact that you think he’d do something like that is an insult to his pride.

“oh my gosh,” you gasp, “i think someone just took a picture of us,” you ramble, not even paying attention to him. “what if i looked ugly?”

he wants to tell you there are a lot of people taking pictures, and that it’s a dumb thing to say—since when have you ever looked ugly? even your bad angles are better than the average person’s best, but before he can even say anything, your hand tightly grasps his.

he looks down, furrows his brows, opens his mouth to say something when you cut in.

“don’t be nervous, sae,” you babble away, “you got this, okay? there’s not even that many people here, they look like ants from down here anyway. you won’t even notice them.”

and then your hand squeezes his tightly, like it’s for reassurance, like it’s to tell him it’s okay, i’m here. except, he’s sure you’re doing it more for yourself than him—since he’s quite literally fine, quite literally standing here with as bored of an expression as always.

“i’m not nervous, idiot,” he mumbles.

and sae doesn’t like holding hands. your hands are a bit clammy and cold and they’re squeezing a bit too tight for his liking and he can’t move around as freely now. but your thumb is rubbing circles into the back of his hand and…it’s nice. for some reason, it’s kind of nice and he likes it.

he gives your hand an experimental squeeze, and when you squeeze right back, he finds that oddly enough, it’s kind of comforting to be able to communicate with you like this without actually saying words.

it’s okay. i’m here. you’ve got this. i’m not going anywhere. i’m proud of you. you’re all i need. you make me happiest. did you see that? i think that was another camera flash. i’m scared. i believe in you. it’s almost time for you to go. play your best. i love you.

i love you. i love you. i love you.

every tightening of your hand and every small squeeze tells him something that he finds he can understand for some reason—even without words. even without looking at your eyes or your face or seeing your expression. it’s so simple—so easy and…and he likes it.

why does he like it?

“good luck, baby,” you whisper, turning to face him, giving him a look that’s so nervous, yet so filled with conviction, he almost feels that to not play better than his best is of a disservice to you.

“thanks,” he murmurs, tugging you a bit closer by your hand. he finds that’s also a nice added perk of holding your hand—being able to pull your body impossibly closer whenever he wants. “but i won’t need it.”

“no,” you huff, rolling your eyes, “because you’re mister itoshi-sae-the-best-ever-who-never-gets-nervous. my bad.”

he huffs a small chuckle, gives your hand a squeeze and lets out a small sigh of content when he realizes the circles you’re rubbing over his knuckles have turned into hearts.

“don’t be nervous,” he says quietly, “‘s just us. everyone else’s background noise.”

“i know, but—”

“and don’t answer any reporters till i come back, okay? don’t need you having a breakdown on national television.”

“sae!” you whine, “that doesn’t help.”

“see you after my win,” he grins ever so slightly. it’s the biggest smile any of his teammates have ever seen from him—a few of them even gape in shock, but he pays no mind. he contemplates for a small moment before he decides—brings up your laced fingers and presses a small, short kiss to the back of your hand.

“see you after your win,” you agree, giving one more squeeze to his hand.

i love you.

he squeezes back. i love you too.

and then he’s off, and he almost hesitates before he lets his hand leave your grasp while he runs onto the field. he glances back at you, sees the way your hands are clutched tightly together to your chest as you stare at him with hope in your eyes and awe in your expression.

itoshi sae has never liked holding hands—but then your hands hold out his entire universe, and how could he not change his mind?

hi everyone. pls take this very self indulgent and very me coded reader as they overthink sae’s entire game more than he even thinks about it 💀

12:57pm — itoshi sae

the match was about to start. it was finally time to face his younger brother, sadly, you weren’t there yet due to classes. but you did promise that you would go as soon as you can once you manage to sneak off. 

sae <;33: don’t sneak off classes, idiot. you’ll see me after. 

you: no >:(( i have to see you play !!! what kind of lover would i be if i don’t!!!

sae <;33: a lover that gets good grades.

you: lol no, im omw :P 

sae shook his head, a small smile on his face only to be wiped in a few seconds due to the onslaught of players entering the locker room. 

his usually impassive face was plastered as he tried to listen to the puppet coach attempt to lead the team. to the coach’s credit, he was doing a good job at hyping the U-20 team up but sae knows that it’s all talk and it would be a hassle to help this team win. 

but he had a bet to win and god knows how competitive this man is. 

so with an internal roll of his eyes, he let his teammates leave the room, adrenaline pumping in their veins as they heard the loud cheers. 

once sae deems the coast clear, he opens his phone once more and sees that you sent him a new message. 

you: i’m here! you better look for me >:(( i look so cute in this outfit! 

and indeed you did, you were adorned in one of his sweaters, his favorite one, and it was styled in a way that sae liked. you looked adorable and sae couldn’t help but let out a smile as he scanned the picture you sent him. 

“oh?” his head shoots up at the voice ahead of him. “it turns out that underlashed senpai can smile.” shidou teases as he drapes an arm around the redhead. 

“shame we can’t see it often.” sae rolled his eyes before brushing shidou’s arm around him. 

“let’s get this over with, benchwarmer.” sae says as he walks away after locking his phone and placing it in his locker. 

shidou teasingly tuts. “if i manage to score three goals, will you show me the one who makes you smile?” 

“in your fucking dreams.” was all sae said before leaving the tanned male behind. if anyone were to notice the red on sae’s face. he’d call them delusional, but no one can miss the way he scanned the audience, looking for someone in particular.

and he knows he can’t deny the way his gaze softened ever so slightly when he saw you in the crowd.

note/s: this was buried in the drafts, i had to get it out. so here, have soft!sae

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Angst ask: Oikawa gets into an intense argument with his s/o and goes to work angry, turning off his phone to spite them. Because of this, he misses the last text his s/o sends him before they end up dying (in like a robbery or bank heist, etc. You decide).

TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH AND BLOOD. 

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Bitch, you cappin' and you big mad

I'm just fuckin' trappin', gettin' cat girls and some big bands

— Midline —

Piercer!Tendou // Fem!Reader

Warnings: tongue piercing, bad piercer practices, slight blood mentions, alcohol, and dubcon probably...

Word Count: 1140

Summary: you go to a party thrown by tendou and get a free piercing...sadly no smut in this part oops

a/n: this is only part one...say thanks to @kamoniwa for inspiring this and giving me ideas for more parts....

“I'm just fuckin' trappin', gettin' cat girls and some big bands,” the music was blasting loud enough for you to hear outside.

Each lyric rattling the windows as the bass reverberated down your spine, the air smelt of cheap booze and cigarettes, it was as familiar as any other college party your friends dragged you along too.

The only difference was that it wasn’t a college party, you and your friends had been invited by some volleyball players at your college, mentioning someone named Tendou offering free piercings to anyone who brought alcohol.

You and your friends thought it was too good to be true, nevertheless, here you were showing up with a bottle of everclear in clutch as you made your way inside.

The music only got louder as you got inside, making it nearly impossible to think as someone pointed you and your friends to the drinks.

That’s when you saw him, a room off to the side of the kitchen with a few people gathered inside, shaved red hair catching your eyes as his piercings glinted different colors in the changing strobe lights

You found yourself curious, hovering around the room before getting separated from your friends and going inside.

He was much more attractive up close, lithe fingers working quickly to pierce the person in front of him, someone you recognized as Goshiki as his friends chuckled around him and teased him.

You’d had a few shots with your friends and they were quickly catching up to you as you tried to ignore the way your stomach turned flips the longer you watched him push the needle through Goshiki’s nipple.

You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as an ache creeped it’s way into your chest at the thought of his fingers against your own nipples, the pinch of the clamp as the cool metal heats up against your body heat until the needle starts to go in and—

“Princess~”

The mocking tone dragged you out of your thoughts as your eyes met Tendou’s, a smirk playing on his lips as he waved his hand at you.

“Are you next?”

You gave him a sharp nod as you felt the heat rising to your cheeks, you knew you were caught the moment he motioned for you to sit down with a dark chuckle.

“Gettin’ your nipples pierced too then?”

“N-no,” you choked on your words as you stared at him wide eyed, you felt like a deer caught in headlights as you noticed the blown out look in his eyes.

“That’s a shame I’m sure they’d look cute on you,” the way his eyes traveled over your body with each word before hesitating on your chest had a shiver wracking through you.

“What’re you gettin’ then,” his eyes still lingered on your chest as each word reverberated with the music’s bass.

“I— uhmm—“ you hadn’t thought this far ahead before you sat down, even if you had the way his eyes were consuming you would have made you forget as you struggled to remember how to speak.

There was a deep chuckle from him as he licked his lips at the way you were squirming underneath his gaze.

You’d caught a quick glimpse of something on his tongue and finally remembered a coherent word as you pointed at his mouth.

“That,” the way he cocked his brow at your words had a coil tightening in your stomach as a devious little smirk played on his lips.

“You mean this?”

He opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out for you to see, the once hidden piercing now on full display for you as you tried to nod in response, your mind choking on the thought of how his tongue would feel between your thighs.

You tried to shake the thought from your mind as he prepped the small space, pulling out a fresh needle, piercing, and changing his gloves.

There was a nervousness budding back inside you at the sound of latex snapping against his hand, you suddenly felt sober yet intoxicated all at once as your mind went numb.

“W-what about the clamp?”

He chuckled at the nervous sound in your voice, “what do you mean?”

“Ahh a-are you going to use it?”

His laughter was even louder this time as his gloved thumb swiped over your bottom lip.

“Nah, it’s not sanitary anymore, plus it’ll hurt more so just sit real still and quiet for me princess.”

Before you could protest he had his fingers in your mouth, forcing it open as he shoved his fingers further and further back until you were gagging around them.

The taste of latex was strong as tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes, he gave you an apologetic smile but it didn’t quite meet his eyes as he watched you.

He pulled them back slowly, running them along the flat of your tongue before he had his thumb pressed under it and his forefinger holding it in place by the tip.

“This’ll hurt just a tiny bit.”

You could see the needle glint in the light and your first thought was to squeeze your eyes closed but you didn’t, you were too enthralled with the way the veins in his hands flexed with every movement of his fingers until the needle was piercing straight through your tongue.

There was a sharp pinch of pain enveloping your sense as you let out a strangled yelp, tears overflowing as you squeezed your eyes tightly shut and the taste of copper overpowered the taste of latex.

He was quick as he replaced the needle with your new piercing, a gloved hand coming up to stroke away tears on your cheek as you opened your eyes to look at him.

“All good princess?”

You nodded at him as you tried to ignore the throb in your tongue and the even more prevalent throb in your little wet cunt.

“Then up we go,” he helped you stand up before he let you sit in a chair beside him, leaning next to your ear as he began to whisper.

“I still think you’d be cute with those nipple piercings, if you give me your number later I’ll drop by your house, however, a home visit will cost you something extra.”

The last part held a dark tone in it that sent goosebumps crawling up your spine as he sat back down and turned to the next person waiting to be pierced.

He’d pulled out all the same tools as before, however, this time he pulled out an antiseptic and the clamps as he cleaned them off with a chuckle.

Despite the way your brain screamed to tell him off or to get up and leave you sat there wide eyed and lip quivering as your new piercing kept you silent.

When he lost to Karasuno, he looks so down so you build up the couragr and cheers him up 😌😏😉😉

OHHHMYGOD YES

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⭒word count; 410

⭒warnings/tags; lingerie, some pda

It didn't matter how hard he tried to hide it; you knew he was upset.

The warmth of the setting sun kissed your exposed legs, a gentle breeze tickling between your thighs as you dug your fingers into the straps of your backpack. Iwaizumi walked you to your front gate as promised, his expression frostier than usual. Despite the faint scowl, he still looked handsome; as if carved from marble, rays of ocher light were delicate on his otherwise roughened features.

Stood in the sunbath, you struggled to find the right words to say.

"H-Hajime-senpai... Um–"

You had something to show him; you read about it in your girls' magazines, stressed over every bubble of text, and memorized the advice written in curly font— Ever since that game against Karasuno, you wanted to show him just how much you cared.

"I wanna help you feel better"

There was a slight blush that crept up to your cheeks when you reached for the hem of your skirt; painted nails grabbing at the pleats, raising the fabric ever-so-slightly above your hip bones. Revealing skin, freshly-smooth, you took your lower lip between your teeth and looked up to meet his softened gaze.

He blinked and swallowed deep, trying his hardest to avoid the precious sight that his innocent, little underclassman presented him with. Your new panties hugged the curves your hips, waistband digging into the plush of your tummy; see-through lace adorned with tiny, pink butterflies, made it obvious that you shaved your cunny just for him.

Leaning forward Iwaizumi brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, breath warm against your neck.

"You did that all for me?"

His voice was nothing more than raspy whisper, serving as a gentle reminder that you had yet to step into the house.

Lowering your skirt, you nodded, doe-eyed and heart aflutter. The magazines said boys liked surprises and you wondered if it were true— Turning your head, you press your glossy lips against his, hands sliding up the expanse of his chest before dainty fingers found themselves in his umber hair. The kiss filled his senses with the sweet, strawberry scent of your perfume; lingering was the delicate taste of cocoa when you pulled away, the gloss from your lips now on his. His olive-green eyes rounded, and he absentmindedly reached for his mouth to wipe away the sticky residue. You giggled and flashed him a toothy smile.

"Are you surprised, Hajime-senpai?"

I wonder if you know how they live in Tokyo