Nsfw Daddy kink oikawa and female reader plz 💦

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So we might have taken this in a completely different direction. Oikawa just doesn’t strike us as a daddy, so we took a bit of inspiration from this post instead. We had entirely too much fun writing this, though, so we hope you’ll enjoy it anyway!

~The Admins

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Oikawa was transfixed; he stared at the spot where he slid in and out of you with every provocative roll of your hips. He loved it when you rode him like this, one hand bracing yourself on his chest, the other brushing your hair back from your face. Your eyes were hooded and dark, and you were biting your lower lip in that way that drove him wild.

He grabbed your hips, rolling them and helping you bounce on his cock in a way that made a tingle build at the base of his spine. He groaned when you tightened on the way down; he wanted to make you feel good too. You hissed when he pressed his calloused thumb against your clit, working it in smooth, rhythmic circles. God, you were so good.

“Tooru,” you cooed, biting your lip coquettishly. He swallowed hard–that look usually meant something good… or something very, very bad. “How does it feel, Tooru?”

“Good,” he said, gasping and writhing underneath you. “So good… so good… please. Please.”

You tapped your lips, like you were considering his request. No matter what he did, or how he moved, you maintained the same infuriatingly even pace. It felt amazing, but it gave him no leverage, and brought him no closer to orgasm. He knew you would finish him at some point, and when that point came it would be amazing… but at the moment, it was torture. And he didn’t know how to make it stop.

“Are you sure you want it?”

“Yes,” he cried. “Please, ____-chan, please!”

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” you said, brandishing the little remote in your hands.

His eyes widened, and he was suddenly reminded of the slim toy inside him. It wasn’t much–thinner than his littlest finger–but he remembered it had curved dramatically at the end, and it would only take a slight shift of his hips to have that curve pressed directly on his prostate. Your grin turned manic–almost evil–before you clicked the button.

You didn’t bother with building it up slowly. It went from zero to maximum, and it stole his breath right from his chest. He arched so harshly, his spine looked like it might snap. His whole lower body seized and cramped, paralyzed by pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. With the vibrations came a steadier rhythm from you, and the hand that had been braced on his chest slid up to curl around the base of his throat. There was no danger, and you knew him better than he knew himself sometimes, so he wasn’t afraid. But that little pinpoint of instinctual fear added an edge to his impending orgasm that had it racing like a wild stallion.

He felt out of control. His hands opened and closed uselessly, his hips bucked in aborted little thrusts, and he twitched all over, but all he could do was lie on the bed and feel it. He lost total control of his voice; you didn’t back off, you didn’t stop, you didn’t let up. The tightness in his belly exploded out to his limbs, heat radiating from his center, until it could no longer be stopped.

“Oh, fuck, daddy,” he cried as he spilled into the condom, thrusting up into you until he was near sobbing with overstimulation. The vibrator mercifully clicked off, and you gingerly climbed off of him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close while his chest heaved, trying to regain his breath. His entire body felt over-sensitive and wrung out, and he could have sworn he was still seeing stars.

“Tooru?” you said, sounding puzzled–almost amused.

“Mn?” he managed, not quite capable of words yet.

“Did you just call me daddy?”

He froze, his eyes going wide as saucers. His mind rewinded slowly, and–oh, god. He had. The knowledge settled like a stone in his gut, sheer mortification washing over him like icy water. He covered his face with his hands, incapable of looking you in the eye.

“No!” he squeaked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Tooru–”

“No. I–Please, just leave me here to die. It’s okay. I lived a good life.”

You snorted… oh, god. You were laughing at him? He just committed a cardinal bedroom sin and you were laughing. Great. Fantastic.

“Dear lord, why are you like this,” you chuckled. He peeked out through his fingers, and you were clutching your middle, near doubled over in laughter.

“Oh, shut up,” he grumbled, pulling the sheet over his head. “Just leave me to my tomb.”

“Oh, my god, Tooru, come out of there,” you said, poking him in the side.

“No Tooru here,” he said petulantly, crossing his arms (even though you couldn’t see it). “Come back during business hours. Which is never. Because I’m dead.”

“Tooru. Come out here and look at me. Please?” You poked him in the side again, gentler this time.

He twitched–he was ticklish there. “Noooooo,” he whined dramatically. A moment later, though, he pulled the sheet off of his head, a petulant scowl ready and waiting for you–but your soft, gentle expression sort of took the wind out of his sails.

“Look, I’m not mad, or upset, or… I don’t know, ashamed? I get it. I wasn’t expecting it per se, but I get it. It was intense. And you have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about, alright?”

“Well, I am embarrassed about it,” he said, though he did let himself respond to your fingers in his hair. But he most certainly did not purr. Nope. “I mean, you’re not even a daddy. Not tall enough. Not muscular enough. I’m not even a daddy… Iwa-chan, on the other hand–”

You cut him off with an affectionate punch to the shoulder; “Yeah, nice to know you’re thinking about him when we’re having sex.” Your wry expression took the sting out of your insults. And your punches. “Just for that, I’m stealing your snack and watching the next season of Great British Bake-Off by myself.”

“Oh, don’t do that! I can take a lot, but you are bound by the rules of the Geneva Convention like the rest of us, ____-chan!”

You rolled your eyes, pressing an affectionate kiss to his lips; “I love you, you giant dweeb. Even if you are a drama queen.”

“I love you too,” he replied, waggling his eyebrows, “Daddy.”

Omg 🤣🤣🤣🤣

I cackled so hard at Oikawa trying to cover up his cry out 😂😂😂

Awwwwwwww I LOVE the idea of Oikawa calling his lover “Daddy” be they female or male

GREAT job guys!! Amazingly done and perfect banter! Spot on characteristics of Oikawa, too!

So hot and yet so hysterical. Well done!