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hands tied | sub! bottom! oikawa tooru x gn! dom! reader

once again, not a request but a thing i wrote in english bc my friend told me to 😁

warnings: fuck machine, overstimulation, dacryphilia, bottom oikawa tooru, hand jobs, dom! reader

The whirr of a machine fills the previously silent room, loud squelches accompany it. On the king sized mattress lies Tooru, on his hands and knees. Well, more like his knees and shoulders. His hands lie at the small of his back, bound with silky black rope, hips pressed up in the air, and his face buried in the light grey sheets. 

Behind him, a fuck machine works away, a girthy dildo attached to the end. It pistons in and out of Tooru, hitting his prostate directly. 

“Hnnnnggg,” he whines out, trying to move away from the stimulation. Black matching ropes keep his ankles tied to the bedpost, leaving the brunette unable to squirm away. As the machine thrusts, his erect dick swings under him. A string of pre-cum connects the reddened tip to the small pool of cum left from his previous orgasms. 

“Oh, look at you, Tooru. So pretty for me,” you coo, reaching out to stroke one finger across the shaft of his cock. His hips jolt at the touch as he whimpers.

“Nooooooo, I can’t! S’too much,” he cries out as he turns his face to look at you. You remove your finger from his swollen cock and move it up to his hair. 

“Yes, you can. You can take it real nice for me. Can’t you, baby?” You scratch your fingers through his hair and he relaxes the slightest bit into the touch. 

“Too much,” he responds, his eyes glassy as he looks up at you.

“Good,” you punctuate the phrase by wrapping your fingers into his hair and yanking hard.

“Fuckkk!” Tooru moans out, eyes closing as you lift his head. You hold him there for a few seconds, waiting for his response. 

“Please! No more! I can’t,” he begs, opening his eyes and staring straight into yours. 

“Wrong answer,” you finish. Letting go of his hair, his head flops back onto the bed as you move to turn up the speed of the fuck machine. 

The previously intense setting is upped by a faster one and you add more lube directly onto Tooru’s hole, the cold makes his shiver. With lube now dripping down his ass and the seam of his balls, you sit back and watch. 

The dildo disappears and reappears fast, the silicone made to have a perfect curve designed to hit Tooru’s prostate on every thrust. The sheets under his dick are soiled with cum and more pours out of his cock. The ones under his head are soaked with tears, from both pleasure and overstimulation. The muscle in his arms bulges out as he strains against the ropes that keep him bound, his feet shift and toes curl as his legs struggle with the black rope. His mouth is open wide, drool joining the wet spot by his face as he moans, high pitched and loud.

It’s then that you notice the way his hips twitch, the muscles in his thighs contract. You recognize his body’s behavior: he’s going to cum. 

“Come on baby, you can do it. It’s your last one, you’ve been so good for me,” you coo out, running a hand over the curve of his asscheek. Your hand trails down, lightly tracing his perineum before cupping his balls in your palm and lightly squeezing. His hips thrust into the touch as you finally, finally, move your hand to grip his dick. 

With firm, fast strokes, you jerk him off and he screams.

“Fuuuuck!! Shit! Please, I’m cumming, please, please, please, please,” he pleads, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he gazes at you with pure need. 

“Let go, baby,” you command with finality, and Tooru listens. Oh, does he listen. 

His back arches in the air as he shoves back onto the dildo, trying to figure out if he wants to grind back into the dildo or fuck into your hand. 

With a full body twitch, he comes beautifully. Back arched, eyes wide and unseeing, face flushed, and cock kicking. 

He cums and cums, spilling out over the bed and your hand for the final time.

It wracks his body to the point that he goes limp from exertion. 

You take your hand off his cock and stroke his hair. 

“Good boy, you did so good for me, Tooru.”