CHAPTER 17 

You accommodate for his size, stretching until there's no more room for him to push further. There's a look in his eyes, asking you if you're okay. You answer by pressing your lips to his, just before he starts thrusting.

His erection curves against the deepest part of your pussy, making tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "Ahh!" you lean back and moan loudly, masking the sound of Oikawa's grunts. You bounce against the wall, and he holds you tighter, trying to still your body.

"You like that?" he hisses when you clench around his dick.

"Yes," you try to catch your breath, "I like it a lot."

"I can't hear you," he slows his pace and leans into your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. "You have to speak louder."

"I said— Ah!" you try to speak but he cuts you off with a strong thrust, driving into your pussy with all of the strength that he has in his hips. "Oikawa!"

"Tell me, baby," he groans before biting down on your neck, "Do you like this?"

Your nails dig into his skin, scratching red lines all over his shoulders and back. "Yes!" your moans fill him up, leaving him with a tight pleasurable feeling in the pit of his stomach, "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck yes!"

You squeeze around Oikawa's cock, teasing his senses and bringing him closer to his high, but he bites it down, hoping that he could last long enough for you to ride him. When he opens his eyes, he realizes that his teeth are still in your skin, and when he leans back, he finds more purple spots covering your neck.

"My bad," he whispers before running his tongue over the bite marks, "I didn't mean to go that hard."

"It's okay," you angle your head to meet his eyes, "Let's go to the bed, you must be tired."

Oikawa doesn't want to admit that his right knee was beginning to cramp up. Carefully, he peels you off the wall and carries you to the other side of the room. He slowly pulls out before tossing you down on his bed, letting your body bounce on the soft mattress.

His hands find your knees, spreading them apart as he positions himself at the edge of the bed. Before he can make a move, you press your thighs together and look up at him. "Condom, Oikawa," you remind him — and mentally facepalm for not remembering yourself. "We forgot the condom."

He grunts as he grabs the box of condoms from under his bed. The lid flips open, and before he can grab one of the wrappers, you beat him to it.

You push off the bed, standing next to Oikawa as you fit the wrapper between your teeth. The flirty look on your face makes him giggle, but when you place a hand on his chest and push him on the bed, his smile immediately drops.

There's something different about your aura, about the way you carry yourself, and if he was going to be honest, it made him insanely horny. You tilt your head, examining his body before climbing on top of him.

Holding him between your thighs, you reach for the wrapper and rip it open with your teeth. "I hope you remember who's in charge tonight."

He leans back on his forearms, getting a better view of you at work. You tease his dick with your fingers, feeling your own wetness all over him. Even though your mouth starts to water, you swallow the urge to bend down and start pleasing him with your tongue.

After a few more strokes and pumps, you roll the condom on. "You ready?" you ask, but Oikawa's impatience already has his hands grabbing your hips, helping you position yourself over his lap.

"I'm so fucking ready," when you take hold of his shoulders, he moves his hands over to your ass, giving you a light spank before grabbing tightly, "Let's see what you got." Then, he lowers you onto his lap.

You stretch around his cock, making a moan fly out of your mouth. It's different being on top and seeing him from a completely different perspective.

You feel the work in your thighs as you set a steady pace. There's a feeling of uncertainty brewing in your stomach — you honestly don't know if you're doing this right — but it all seems to be fine, because Oikawa's head is thrown back and moans are leaving his lips.

"Fuck!" He helps support your weight with his hands, grabbing your ass and repeatedly slamming you back down onto himself, "You're doing so good."

His tip continuously rams into the deepest part of your pussy. Your clit aches for relief, and when you reach down to start rubbing, Oikawa grabs your hand and places it back on his shoulder.

"Let me," he says, carefully angling his hand between your thighs and pressing two fingers on your clit. You moan when he massages slow circles, adding more pleasure to the already unbearable amount that is growing in your core. "Feels good?"

"Yes," you breathe, focusing all of your attention into the movement of your hips and thighs. Your pace starts to slow down from your aching muscles, but you push on, slamming your ass against his lap with every ounce of energy left in your body.

Oikawa assists in keeping the pace by grabbing your hips. "C'mon baby," he growls, "C'mon, you got this."

You toss your head back, giving Oikawa full reign over your body. He starts thrusting his own hips, not wanting to lose the pleasure surging within your bodies. Then, he spanks your ass when you stop moving completely. "You were doing so well."

"I don't think I can do it," you mutter through your embarrassment, "My muscles are sore."

"Yes you can," he grunts, still thrusting from underneath you, "We're gonna do this together."

Hearing the confidence in his voice, you push through the pain and start moving your hips once again. Your moans turn into whimpers — small sounds of desperation and fatigue, though Oikawa finds them to be the sexiest thing he's ever heard.

When you start taking control of your hips, he releases a hand and brings it up to your chest. He squeezes your breast gently before brushing his thumb over your nipple. He hears another whimper, swallows, then takes you into his mouth.

"Mm," he teases you with small noises, "You're riding my cock so fucking good," he sinks his teeth into your flesh, ripping another loud moan from you, "Let's cum together."

There's doubt brewing in your mind, tinged with feelings of uncertainty. The burning in your thighs spread down to your calves and up across your back. Your muscles scream at you to stop and rest, but another bite from Oikawa brings you back into your senses.

"Okay," you cup his face with a hand and press your forehead to his, "Let's do this."

"Tell me what to do," he whispers over your lips, "Show me how to make you cum."

The pulse in your clit grows stronger. "Rub me," you respond, lowering his hand to your pussy, "I like how it feels when you play with my clit."

He angles his head to look at your eyes. "Okay," he smiles through his own fatigue, "Hold on to me."

Once your nails dig into his shoulders, you both start moving your bodies. He rubs your clit vigorously, almost impatiently. As long as you finished, he would be satisfied.

The room fills with moans and praises. You put your last bit of energy into your hips, and when you feel the pleasure nearing its peak, you press your face next to Oikawa's. "I'm close," you stutter, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

He knows you're almost at the brink when you become louder, the sound ringing deeply within him. Once he straightens his back, he adds more pressure to your clit, rubbing so quickly that you lose track of his movements. The pleasure blends together in a blissful sensation, and after another thrust of his hips, your orgasm finally hits you.

"Oikawa!" you scream his name, over and over like it's a lifeline, "Ahhh, Oikawa!"

Even though he feels you twitching from the overstimulation, he doesn't stop. He loves the feeling of your pussy convulsing around his cock, and after another thrust, he's quickly hit with the same ecstatic feeling.

He moans into your ear as he twitches and spills into the condom. The pleasure numbs his body, slowing his hips until he has no more energy left.

His arms wrap around your waist, keeping you on his lap as you recover from your highs. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you laugh weakly before rolling your head off his shoulder and meeting his eyes. There's sweat beading at his temple, sticking a few of his brown curls to his forehead. "And you?"

He smirks crookedly, "Never better."

"That was harder than I thought it was going to be."

"You still did a good job," he caresses your face, "I'm so proud of you."

Slowly, you shift your weight onto one leg and get off his lap. Your body trembles, almost giving out completely, but Oikawa grabs your waist and helps you lay on your back. "Thank you."

He returns the thanks by pressing his lips to yours. He's more gentle this time, and when you attempt to kiss him back, exhaustion overtakes your senses. It makes him giggle against your lips.

Leaning back, he gets up from the bed and cracks the door open. "I'll be back," he says before stepping out and into the bathroom. When he returns, he has two glasses of water in his hands and a towel thrown over his shoulder.

You sit up, resting your back against the headboard as he hands you a glass. "Thanks."

"No problem," he watches you take a sip, your arm trembling in the process, "You're still tired?"

"A little," you reply before placing the glass on the bedside table, "My legs feel like noodles."

He hands you the towel and turns around, giving you a bit of privacy. "Now you know how I feel."

"Oh please," you scoff, "You struggled to make me finish for a while. Remember that?"

"Don't remind me," he turns around when you tap his arm, "I've gotten better though, right?"

"Let's just say that you've been impressing me lately."

"Is that a yes or a no?"

You sigh, not wanting to inflate his ego with the truth. "It's a yes."

He leans down, quickly pecking your lips before grabbing the towel from your hands. "I only get better from here," he tosses it into his hamper and sits on the edge of his bed, "soon, it'll be you calling me to come over."

"Whatever," you roll your eyes playfully before moving over. He drapes an arm over your waist and pulls you closer into his body. You don't stop him, and you even toss a leg over his waist to keep him in place.

Then, he buries his face into your chest and inhales deeply. "Mm, you're so warm and soft... and squishy." he doesn't even feel surprised when you grace the back of his head with a smack. "Ow! I knew you'd do that."

"Don't ruin this moment with weird comments," you twist his hair around your fingers, the gentle sensations making him purr against your skin. "I actually like this. It feels peaceful."

"Mhm," he mumbles, already feeling his sleep catching up to him, "I want to stay here with you forever."

His warm breaths spread across your chest and up your neck. It brings a sense of comfort — a feeling that reminds you of home. He listens to the steady beat of your heart, and in this moment, you two feel completely safe in each other's arms.

You know he's asleep when his grip around your waist loosens, but you continue to cradle him. "I know," you whisper against his hair, hoping that your words could somehow reach him in his dreams. "I want to stay here with you forever, too."