Haikyuu!! Oneshots

Cost You (Tooru Oikawa)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to kimmy_begopart]

Requested by: Me

Word Count: 3,450

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:
- Hickeys
- Attempted Fingering
- Name Calling: Baby Doll, Daddy, Spoiled Brat
- Slight Choking
- Pornographic Themed Photos Described
- Part two?

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     Tooru's lips have my skin on fire, more so than the Argentina sun ever could. His hands recently moved from their spots around my throat and on my hip to gripping the carbine copy of his jersey I'm wearing, balling up the material to pull me closer to him. "You're so hot," he almost whimpers, tongue sliding against the spot he was just sucking on.
     As soon as the compliment is out, his mouth is attached to the spot again, sucking on it even harder. He has no shame, the suctioning sloppy sound of his desperate attempt to mark my neck filling the empty locker room. A few whines mix with the erotic noises, Tooru humping me like a dog in heat.
     "To," I murmur, trying to shake the fog out of my head and loosen my grip on his hair. The skin under his lips sizzles from the past four or five minutes he's been working it over. It almost hurts at this point. I can only imagine how dark the bruise is going to be by the time he's done. "You're going to... to be distracted during... your game."
     "Fine by me," Tooru mutters, back to comforting my hickey with his tongue. The soft kitty licks make it sizzle more, prickling the corners of my eyes with tears. "I'm always distracted with you in the bleachers," he teases, a soft chuckle breezing over my skin. "Especially today, with my jersey number hanging on your titties, and these tiny shorts showing off your delicious thighs, so tight I can see the exact shape of your ass," he mumbles, a hand falling away from my shirt to the front of my shorts.
     "You look so sexy. I'm going to be serving with a boner all game," Tooru continues to mumble, snapping the button of my pants open. Shivers race down my spine as the popping noise fills the locker room, anticipation quickly making me quiver.
     His hand slides against my stomach as slowly as his tongue slides against the promised hickey. Just as his fingertips dip past the band of my panties, the room fills with a loud knock. Tooru chuckles as he pulls away from me, slender fingers buttoning my shorts again. "Oikawa, line up in fifteen. Hurry up," someone yells, the voice muffled by the still-closed door.
     An audible - and embarrassing- whine rips from my lungs, my body and mind both pissed about the teasing I just received. Tooru chuckles at me again, tugging on the belt loops of my shorts. "Sorry, Baby Doll. I have some Australian ass to beat."
     "Beat my ass," I whine, slouching backward.
     "After the game," he coos, arms around my back to stop me from tumbling to the floor, ruining my plans to continue my tantrum. Tooru's arms are tight around me, his half-on pressing against me as his lips attach to my neck again, stamping soft kisses against it this time.
     "Stop being so whiney, Baby Doll. After I win, and all the after-game stuff is done, we'll spend the rest of the evening locked away in our hotel room. I'll use my hands and mouth you love so much to make you cum until you can't think straight."
     "Promise?" I sigh, letting myself melt into his kisses.
     "Promise. Then, tomorrow we'll do the same thing after we go sightseeing and try some genuine chicken parmigiana. I'll rock your whole damn world, Baby Doll."
     I let out another sigh, finally releasing his hair. "You're so mean to me," I whine, new shivers creeping down my body when his tongue slides against my throat again.
     Tooru pulls on me, straightening the both of us. "I treat you well. You get to travel because of my job. There's not a thing in this world you need or want," he coos, rubbing Eskimo kisses against my nose. "I spoil you rotten, you little brat."
     "I'm not a brat," I whine, the brattiness in my voice ringing in my ears. "And there is something I want in this world that you won't give me. Your dick."
"Oh, my poor Baby Doll," Tooru teases, his cooing fake this time. "My poor gets everything she wants, gets to spend a week in Australia, blew ten thousand dollars because she 'likes looking' at a pretty art piece, Baby Doll. You're just so mistreated all because I have to go work to so you can keep living your best life. I'm so mean for ensuring you can keep buying all that pretty art you like."
     I whine again, lulling my head back and forth as I try to fight the smile curling on my lips. "Spoiled brat," he repeats, voice still light and flirty as he lifts me off my feet.
     My legs wrap around his torso, my hands buried in his locks again. "You're so mean," I continue to fuse, burying my head in his hair.
     "Oh I know, Baby," Tooru hums, his strong hands cupping my ass, squeezing it after every few steps. I tingle every time he grips me, whining even more as he carries me toward the locker room exit. "I'm so sorry you have to survive two whole hours not being the center of my attention," he continues to tease, shouldering the door open.
     "I might just survive..." I murmur, burying my head in his neck once we're out on the court.
     Instantly, a million flashes flicker, the sound of cameras going off and fans cheering booming in my ears. Tooru checks my legs, tightening them around himself before his hands jump up to help cup my face. His head tilts down, his lips pressed against me so I can hear him better. "But?" He mutters, pecking my cheek as he continues carrying me around.
     "But it's going to cost you," I tease, biting my lip when I feel the jerk of Tooru's body. He's a prideful man, one that has told me a million times he feels the most pride - and the horniest - watching me use his Amex card.
     "Perfectly fine by me," he hisses out, the groan he wants to let out stuck in his throat. Tooru nudges my head when his steps stop, his hands still pressed against my cheeks. I obey the soft order, picking my head up. "There's my Baby Doll," he hums, his hands sliding back to run through my hair before dropping back down to my ass.
I nibble on my lip some more because of the soft acknowledgment of my existence. I'm pretty sure the only time Tooru's mind isn't drenched in me is when he's on the court. Even then I'm not entirely sure that I'm not his every other thought. "Here I am," I whisper, relaxing my legs as he pulls me off of him, gently setting me on my feet.
His hands fall to my hips, squeezing them as he looks down at me. I break away from the staring contest first, my eyes flickering around the court. Most of the players are wrapped up with their partners as well, cuddling up and drenching them in attention before the game starts. A few single stragglers are stretching or bouncing volleyballs off the walls as they wait out the rest of the time before the lineup starts.
"Look at me, Baby Doll. I want to see your pretty eyes," Tooru coos, inching down so his nose is rubbing against mine again. When my head tilts up, leaving just a centimeter between our lips, cameras go off like crazy.
The sound makes him smile more, eyes sparkling with pride from the attention and anticipation for the game. "You, my perfect girl," he starts, a hand sliding under my hair to grip the back of my neck. "Are the best win of my life," Tooru finishes, finally closing the gap between us.
My hands jerk forward, balling up the front of his jersey as I kiss him back. Soft chuckles spill into the kiss, Tooru finding amusement in my still present tingling need for him. A huge grin rests on his face when he pulls away from me, his fingers busying themselves with twirling the ends of my hair. "You have to go now, Baby Doll."
"I know," I exhale, glancing around the court again. A few of the players have started leading their partners to the hallway where security waits to walk us to our front-row seats.
He pecks my lips again before pulling away from me, no longer wrapped up or pressed against me. His hand does slide into mine, easily taking its place before he leads me forward. When we get to the door, Tooru holds it open for me, coating my face in kisses and refusing to let me go.
"Come on, Oikawa. You're not going off to war, you'll be fine," one of his wing spikers teases. He's an older gentleman, on the team for seven years, and married to his wife for nine. She's a nice lady too, always insisting that us 'younger' pro-partners don't go anywhere alone; she's the mom of the group.
"I know," Tooru mutters, his cheeks dusted a light pink from embarrassment. "See you later, Baby Doll," he murmurs, focusing back on me long enough to say goodbye and kiss me once more before he fully parts from me.
As soon as the door is closed behind him, one of the guards steps towards me, holding out my VIP badge. "Thank you," I murmur, looping the lanyard around my neck. The guard grunts, motioning toward the group already heading up the hallway.
I quickly walk forward, the mom of the group instantly opening up a spot for me to squeeze into. "There you are, Sweetheart," she greets, beaming as she looks at me. "Seems like our setter is pumped for the game," she teases, poking the still-stinging bruise on my neck.
"Uh," I stutter, cheeks heating up and a hand shooting up to hide the hickey. "Ya, Tooru is pretty excited." I'll have to yell at him about not leaving hickeys right before a game.