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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Oikawa_Tooru/Ushijima_Wakatoshi
  Character:
      Oikawa_Tooru, Ushijima_Wakatoshi
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy_Kink, Sugar_Daddy, oikawa_is_a_16yo_twink_basically, PWP, with_some
      Fluff, Alternate_Universe
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-11 Words: 3074
****** Overindulged ******
by Nakigaharas
Summary
     Playing nice is never as fun as playing dirty, and Oikawa, being
     spoiled rotten as he was, knew that quite well.
Notes
     I intended to write this since September but only now I was able to
     finish... Talk about being lazy.
     It's been a hella long while I wanted to write a daddy kink ushioi,
     so there you gooo♡
See the end of the work for more notes
The afternoon sunlight which kissed Oikawa’s faintly colored cheeks was far too
warm for his liking. It was summer, after all, and the sun shone bright and
immeasurably hot in the clean, cerulean blue sky above. It was 5pm of a
beautiful Saturday, and the current illumination managed to make the Cattredale
di Santa Maria del Fiore, Florence’s most known Duomo, even more breathtaking.
Being an exchange student had its challenges – the impact of a different
language, culture -, but it was so immensely rewarding. All the knowledge he
was acquiring there would remain forever with him.  Even if he was only a
sixteen years old teen, he knew that those six months in Italy would be
unforgettable – and not only due to the experience of being in a different
place alone. Something else besides the marvelous architecture and art spread
across the city had managed to capture Oikawa’s heart and full, undivided
attention.
 
Ushijima was the same of said “something else”. Ushijima Wakatoshi was a
powerful and rather busy, thirty four years old CEO who administered the
Italian head office of the company he worked for, but to Oikawa, he was simply
his stepfather’s brother. Well, at a first instance his mindset was exactly as
described. After three months under Ushijima’s roof, though, that addressing
manner had changed considerably to something much more… intimate, or so to
speak.
 
When Oikawa had finally retreated to Ushijima’s duplex after an extra lesson,
he couldn’t be any more delighted to see how beautifully the luxurious and
runic furniture glowed beneath the sunrays that peeked through the glass
windows. Both the sunset and the whole city were visible through the full,
clear wall-windows which also decorated the living room. What bothered him, in
fact, was that Ushijima was clearly losing such a sight – and Oikawa did not
have a single doubt about it – for being stuck in his dark, secluded home
office upstairs. He was quick to reach it, giving two knocks on the door before
entering without waiting for a single approval. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used
to behave like that already.
 
Oikawa’s lips quirked softly, but rather slyly in a smirk when his chocolate
eyes caught sight of the older sitting behind his desk with a pair of
eyeglasses resting over the bridge of his nose, enhancing his fine traits; his
sharp, olive green eyes, however remained hidden by the reflex of the light of
his computer’s screen against the thin pieces of glass. Until, that is,
Ushijima raised his gaze a bit to look at him.
 
“I did not hear you entering, Oikawa.” He said simply, turning his attention
back to what he was doing previously. If only he knew how much his deep, husky
tone haunted Oikawa in the most inappropriate times…  Today, in particular, the
teen could not stop thinking about it. “How did your classes go?”
 
If Oikawa was in his usual mood, he would have described each bit of his day
with which details, even, but today wasn’t one of those days. He knew well what
we wanted, and it was far from being related to small talk.
 
He walked further in the room, holding Ushijima’s gaze before giving a light
shrug of his shoulders. “It was nice, as the usual. Nothing different or worth
telling happened.” With that said he had already walked around the glass table,
and quickly he found enough space – after making some room for it by silently
asking Ushijima to push his chair away a bit – to comfortably straddle the
older’s lap, resting one of his hands at his broad shoulder whilst the other
carefully removed his eyeglasses. “There were times, however, that I couldn’t
focus. And do you know why?” His voice was a low murmur, a purr as his lips
hovered softly Ushijima’s cheek. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you, of how I
wanted you inside me, filling me completely in a way only you know how to do.”
 
Ushijima was a controlled adult, the rational, logical type. But it was insane
how a teen’s words managed to move him, to affect him and foremost, to
manipulate him in doing exactly what Oikawa desired. His hands were already
skimming Oikawa’s back under his shirt, feeling his warm and faintly moist skin
beneath his fingertips. Ushijima had already mapped his entire body many, many
times, but it seemed to never be enough. Not for him, nor for Oikawa.
 
“I’ve missed you, daddy.” Oikawa whispered softly against Ushijima’s ear,
arching faintly his back under his touches. He then turned his head to meet his
gaze; he wanted to see if his words had the desired effect, and by seeing how
Ushijima’s olive green eyes glimmered ablaze, he knew he had been successful.
The younger searched for the other’s hands to place them over the cheeks of his
arse, and Ushijima made no motion to prevent him. Instead, he pressed his
fingers against his behind firmly, gaining a soft moan from Oikawa’s rosy lips.
 
“Do not tease me, Oikawa.” His voice was hoarse, alluring as it was, making the
younger boy shiver slightly in response. Ushijima started to map deep and slow
kisses across the other’s neck, whilst his fingers now worked on unbuttoning
Oikawa’s jeans.
Ushijima was meticulous enough not to leave any mark that could compromise the
teen, at least not in any visible area. Oikawa sighed in sheer pleasure,
wrapping loosely his arms around the other’s neck. He was particularly needy
today, and the comfort of Ushijima’s lap had haunted his thoughts during the
whole afternoon.
 
Soon Ushijima reached Oikawa’s lips, and he claimed them in a full, voluptuous
and fervent kiss, slipping his tongue inside the other’s mouth to savor it
thoroughly as he enjoyed doing. His fingers pulled down Oikawa’s pants, sliding
them across his legs.
 
 Once their lips parted, Oikawa was quick on removing his own shirt to toss it
aside, and Ushijima’s lips promptly went for the alabaster skin of his chest,
adoring it with his touches. He flicked his tongue against the younger’s
nipple, engulfing it with the moist heat of his mouth to suckle on the
prominent pinkish and sensitive skin, extracting pleased and lewd moans from
Oikawa’s parted lips.
Ushijima bit around it, leaving a faint mark of his teeth and causing the teen
to shudder atop of him with the gesture. His olive green eyes were lidded when
he looked up towards Oikawa, admiring the visible flush on his pale cheeks. The
teen certainly had an obvious allure on him. After all, Oikawa was a tall and
handsome boy who hardly looked his age, no matter how infantile his behavior
could be at times. It was almost shameful how a teenager had such a power over
him, but Ushijima didn’t catch himself brooding much over it. To get involved
with Oikawa was a mistake as it was, but one that was far too tempting for him
to resist. And he had given up long ago on preventing himself from pursing the
object of his desire, that was evident. Oikawa’s teasing was charming, enough
to bewilder and enchant Ushijima to such a decisive point.
 
With one of his arms, Ushijima placed aside his laptop and other decorations on
his desk, and sat Oikawa on its surface, in front of him. The teen’s pants were
on his ankles, thus Ushijima slid down the remaining piece of clothing that was
in his way and let them fall on the wooden floor. Doing that, he exposed
Oikawa’s half hardened member, gazing at it for a brief while before settling
one of Oikawa’s legs atop his shoulder.
Ushijima’s lips touched the inner side of Oikawa’s thigh, and it made the
younger gasp, no matter how gentle and light the gesture had been. His skin was
aflame, and he wanted more! But it was easy for him to melt under such tender
handling, thus, he couldn’t complain. In fact, the only option remaining for
him was to enjoy it. And he would do that. Thoroughly.
 
Ushijima had left a trail of reddish marks along Oikawa’s inner thigh and bites
alike, his fingertips marking Oikawa’s pale skin with their firm grip. Oikawa’s
digits found their place inside the other’s locks, burying themselves amidst
his dark hair for balance when he leaned back a tad, supporting his weight on
his other hand that rested above the messed desk.  
Reaching with one of his hands, Ushijima grabbed Oikawa’s sensitive cock and
gave it a few testing strokes, feeling it throb against his palm. Oikawa
squirmed visibly in his hold, sensitive as always. The teen’s lidded eyes
observed Ushijima with lust glimmering in his chocolate hues.
 
At last, the taller engulfed Oikawa’s stiff cock with his mouth, making it slow
and patient, with his tongue skimming across the base of the teen’s member to
savor it before he could start bobbing his head. Oikawa lulled his head back
and shuddered, moaning Ushijima’s name lewdly whilst his fingers tightened the
grip around Ushijima’s locks. How good, sinfully good Ushijima’s warm mouth
felt around his cock.
 
He’d quiver every time Ushijima’s tongue would provoke him by caressing his
glans, and he was most certain Ushijima was doing so for his cock was already
dripping with precome. God, he was twitching already. He didn’t want to have to
wait to get worked up again after coming; he wanted Ushijima fucking him nice
and good now, no matter how wonderfully pleasant it felt to have his mouth
sucking him off.
 
“I-I can’t wait anymore.” Oikawa said between a gasp, gently pulling at the
locks of Ushijima’s hair which his fingers held onto. “Please,” Ushijima’s eyes
narrowed with lust, for he could already tell what Oikawa was about to say. “I
want you to fuck me, now. Please, daddy.” He repeated in a plea.
 
Such a sight, such a scene was enough to make Ushijima’s pants tighter than
they already were after Oikawa’s sounds and words. Thus, he didn’t feel like
torturing him any further – Oikawa had begged him, already. And he wanted it as
much as the teen did.
 
Ushijima pulled away, and at the exact moment his mouth left Oikawa’s member,
the latter regretted asking him to stop to begin with. Yet, when his eyes laid
on the very sight which was Ushijima unbuttoning his own pants once standing up
from his chair, Oikawa knew he had made the right decision and any ounce of
regret he felt a moment ago had vanished as quickly as it came.
The taller outstretched his hand for Oikawa to take and leave his table, and
doing so, Ushijima took advantage of their joined hands and swirled Oikawa,
turning him against the desk smoothly and with an always present gentleness.
 
He reached for Oikawa’s lips with his hand from behind in a silent request for
him to turn his face. Doing that, the teen had understood Ushijima’s following
demand without a single word being voiced. He held Ushijima’s hand and brought
his first two digits to his mouth, shutting his eyes whilst his tongue trailed
against his skin, rubbing it against his fingertips.
 
“Very good.” Ushijima murmured huskily close to Oikawa’s ear, before sliding a
third finger between the teen’s parted lips. Such an alluring sight was making
the taller even more eager.
 
Once his fingers were well lubricated, Ushijima took them off from Oikawa’s
lips, kissing tenderly his neck. He worked on inserting his first two digits by
the teen’s entrance slowly, feeling him squirm and clench around it.
Wonderfully tight as ever.
Oikawa gasped, biting his lower lip the deeper Ushijima’s fingers slid into
him. It felt uncomfortable at first, but when the taller started to move his
digits in a slow but profound pace, he soon grew accustomed with it. And it was
then Ushijima inserted a third finger.
 
“I-It feels so good.” The teen moaned, his fingers gripping the edge of the
desk after he deliberately bent over it.  “But I want more. I want you.”
“How much do you want me?” He asked at last with a husky tone that sent shivers
to cross Oikawa’s spine.
“T-Terribly.” Oikawa stuttered. “Desperately.”
 
He heard Ushijima sigh, and even if he wasn’t looking at him at that very
moment, he could tell the other was smirking at his statement. Such rare smiles
those were, and yet immensely enticing.
 
“You are helpless, Oikawa. “ Ushijima said, and removed his fingers at last,
making Oikawa gasp.
The teen glanced at him over his shoulder with a feigned offended countenance.
 
 
“It is your fault for being sinfully good. You spoil me, and want me to hold
back, daddy?” Oikawa displayed a smug smirk and bit his lower lip. “I cannot
help my cravings. And nor can you. We have no reason to.”
 
Oikawa was right in a sense, and completely wrong in another. Still, there was
only so much provocation Ushijima could take, and with his blood rushing to his
inferior member, it was quite a difficult moment to think.
Without further wait, because the taller was at his limit, he started to push
himself in Oikawa’s narrow entry, with the head of his cock stroking the rim of
the teen’s arse. Ushijima’s lips trailed above Oikawa’s neck in a caress to
distract him from the discomfort it was to feel such invasion, no matter how
gentle Ushijima’s ways were.
 
Oikawa moaned, and his body was growing hotter with the amount of arousal that
consumed him inside out.
 
“F-Fuck.” The teen gasped. The deeper Ushijima would get, the more he felt his
knees would falter.
 
A low groan passed through Ushijima’s lips as Oikawa’s walls would clench
around him. The younger’s body shuddered when he began to thrust forward, and
Oikawa blindly reached for Ushijima’s nape when he stood properly, resting his
back against Ushijima’s hard chest.
 
“D-Don’t go easy on me.” Oikawa moaned amidst an uneven breath, and his
fingertips closed against the end of Ushijima’s hair, pulling it faintly.
 
Ushijima complied. He started slow, but increased his pace quickly, pounding
against Oikawa’s arse profoundly and unceasingly. When he found the teen’s
sensitive bundle of nerves, he aimed for it, making Oikawa tremble in his hold
as their heavy breathing mingled together and lewd sounds filled the four walls
of Ushijima’s home office.
The taller’s fingers sank on the teen’s alabaster skin of his shoulder, and his
free hand gripped firmly Oikawa’s side to keep him in place as he started to
make his following thrusts even rougher.
Oikawa yelped and his fingernails were almost digging into Ushijima’s nape, and
he couldn’t hold back his stuttered moans anymore. They were lascivious and
loud, alternating between ‘yes’, ‘fuck’, ‘Ushijima’ and-
 
“A-Ah, y-yes, daddy— Do-Don’t stop—“
 
He was almost reaching his breaking point, and with Ushijima’s hoarse grunts
being voiced so close to his ear, Oikawa was most certain he wouldn’t be able
to last for longer than he’s been able to. The grinding was leaving insane, and
when he felt he was too dangerously close, his body trembled, but the climax
didn’t come.
Ushijima held Oikawa’s erection, preventing him from coming so quickly.
 
“Oikawa,” Ushijima’s hoarse groan echoed in Oikawa’s head, and the overwhelming
sensations were making him dizzy.
 
“Fuck—Ah-h—“Oikawa’s eyes were moist with the fervor and intensity of the way
Ushijima sank in further now with such an ease it was ridiculous. He would melt
all over the older at this point.
Purposely so, Oikawa squirmed and clenched around Ushijima, his fingernails
dragging against the other’s nape and leaving crimson red scratches to stain
his olive skin.
 
“I—I wanna come. P-Please, Ushi—ji—Ah-h!“ Oikawa lulled his head back, and at
last Ushijima let go of his throbbing and sensitive cock. It spurted
immediately with the intensity of his release and Oikawa cried out, shuddering
heavily against Ushijima who, along with him, came inside Oikawa’s walls,
painting them white with a hoarse groan.
 
They panted heavily, but Ushijima remained with his hold at Oikawa’s waist so
he wouldn’t fall. In the end, the teen was right. He had been spoiling Oikawa
far too much. Yet, he didn’t seem to regret it, regardless. Because, truth was,
he didn’t. He didn’t regret it a single bit.
 
“You… you are the best, daddy.” Oikawa gasped, looking upwards to meet
Ushijima’s gaze. He left a chaste kiss on the underside of his chin.
 
Ushijima said nothing in return, but leaned in to claim Oikawa’s lips softly,
indulging him further with affectionate gestures. He couldn’t help the fondness
he felt over Oikawa.
 
He was such a lucky boy.
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
 
Oikawa’s eyes were closed and a pleased sigh passed through his nostrils at the
gentle caress he felt against his arms and legs. The water of the tub was
pleasantly hot, but Ushijima, too, was quite comfortable – much more than one
would ever assume. He shifted a bit on his lap, wrapping loosely his arms
around the taller’s neck.
 
“Oikawa,” Ushijima started, his voice low before he looked into the teen’s
chocolate eyes. His hand had ceased its caresses above Oikawa’s thighs. “Do you
recall when you said you wanted to go to Venice a couple days ago?”
 
“Of course I do.” Oikawa tightened softly his hold around Ushijima’s neck and
leaned in, brushing softly and affectionately his lips onto the other’s before
kissing them. “You said you couldn’t because of work and I understood that. Why
do you ask?”
 
“I have a reunion there, during this week. Would you like to come?”
 
At that inquire, Oikawa’s eyes glimmered with excitement. Ok, perhaps he was
indeed very, undoubtedly, terribly spoiled. But what was left for him to do if
not to allow himself to be indulged? Ushijima enjoyed spoiling him, and Oikawa
liked to be spoiled by Ushijima. It was a mutual, consensual thing. Oikawa was
young, granted, but no one else had ever managed to arise such a necessity for
proximity like this.  He held an unhealthy obsession over the Ushijima, but he
was fine with that.
 
In the end, a grin, an obedient one, appeared on Oikawa’s lips.
 
A little depraved, maybe, but it wasn’t everyday an opportunity to explore ‘the
city of love’ with the company you enjoy the most and possibly make love in a
gondola would fall from the sky like this. It was an opportunity he ought to
take.
 
Thus, he did.
 
“Of course I do. I will go with you.”
End Notes
     A special thank you to my sis, nee, and my gf for helping me out with
     ideas and motivation♡
     Hope you guys enjoyed it, and kudos and comments are always much
     appreciated♡
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