Oikawa Tooru
Wearing His Shirt After Sex | Timeskip
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(Inspired by @elsietopia on TikTok)
Oikawa is sprawled dramatically across the bed, one arm over his eyes.
I think you killed me. I’m dead. This is my ghost.You laugh and get up, grabbing his ‘Club Athletico San Juan’ volleyball jersey from the chair. When you pull it on, he moves his arm to peek at you. Then he sits up completely, brown eyes wide and dark.
Oh.His voice drops an octave.
Oh that’s not fair.You turn to look at him innocently.
What’s not fair?
You. In my jersey. With my name on your back.He’s off the bed in seconds, coming up behind you, hands sliding around your waist.
Do you have any idea what that does to me?His lips find your neck, hands already pushing the jersey up.
Seeing you wear my number?His voice is breathy against your ear.
Knowing everyone would know your mine?You can feel him hard against you again already.
Tooru you can’t possibly—““Watch me. He challenges, spinning you around and kissing you deeply. He walks you backwards towards the bed, the jersey staying on.
Keep it on.He demands, voice rough with renewed desire. He fully plans on fucking you again from behind to see his name stretched across your back.