i caught fire when i saw this prompt. i really hope you like this op. i'm sorry.
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“What are you doing here?” Iwaizumi scowls like she is talking to something that belongs to only be scrubbed off the bottom of her shoes. Which, when describing Oikawa, isn’t far off.
Oikawa calms her breathing to normal and lifts her hands to remove her hazelnut hair from her face so that it elegantly falls behind her in one smooth move, she grins at Iwaizumi and opens her mouth ready to reply.
“-and if you say swimming, you will drown.” Oikawa decidedly chooses to close her mouth. Only to look up and see Iwazumi still glaring down at her, expecting an answer.
“I was looking for you, Iwa-chan! But you weren’t home and your mother was so kind. She invited me inside and insisted I wait for you in your room,” Oikawa nods along to her own explanation, because she did nothing wrong. “Ah and your mother made me a really nice ice tea, if it’s not too much trouble could I have another one?”
“She left. She had to go see her friend down the road about something.”
“Also, you are not in my room.” Iwaizumi states blankly.
“That’s cuz it’s hot today,” Oikawa says in that what-else-was-I-suppose-to-do voice. “And to be honest, I don’t know why you are surprised since it looks like you had the same thought,” she motions at Iwaizumi who is wearing a black one piece swimming suit beneath her shorts and open shirt. “The only difference is, I don’t have a pool in my house.”
“So you came for the swimming pool, Bakakawa” Iwaizumi accuses. Then hurriedly swallows her reaction to the face Oikawa makes at the accusation.
“No! I told you I came here for you. Plus if I did come for the pool wouldn’t I bring my own swimming suit? That’s right.” She raises her right hand and gestures at the wet dark blue swim suit she is wearing. “This is yours.”
Iwaizumi swallows harder at that. “It’s kind of tight in some areas though,” Oikawa continues, her hands feeling the wet suit. A smirk forms on her lips when she notices Iwaizumi is flinching intensly following the movements of her hands. “Especially here,” she fondles her boobs and looks straight up at Iwaizumi, her nipples are more noticeable now, perking out of the material.
When Iwaizumi doesn’t reply, Oikawa decides to push some more, “Alright I know you are angry. I’ll get out now. Give me a hand,” she batters her eyelashes and stretches her hand up towards Iwaizumi.
Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow, “I’m not angry. And I already know what you are going to do.”
“Then hurry up and get in, Iwa-chan.”
She takes off her shirt and pants. Slowly. Not to come across seductive, nono it is simply to make it look like she isn’t rushing to follow Oikawa’s orders. So what if her hair looks really nice wet and tangled on her shoulders and Iwaizumi wants to run her fingers through it and maybe pull it. So what if her old swimming suit makes Oikawa’s boobs look like they are begging for her to touch and lick them. We can’t have the hazelnut haired airhead think she has some special strings she can just pull to make Iwaizumi do whatever she likes.
Iwaizumi bites back a smile. shit.
Oikawa is still stationed by the edge of the pool, watching Iwaizumi. Making good use of the advantage she has of Iwaizumi not being able to see her smiling face. She knew the first day Iwaizumi introduced herself; bruises and mud patches marking her skin, to Oikawa’s teary eyed and snotty self; that this girl will be the end of her.
The raven haired girl, collects her hair into her hands and ties it up with a hair band to make a bun at the top of her head. She fixes the short fringe above her eyebrows, combing it with her fingernails. Now the black backless swimming suit Iwaizumi is wearing is more endearing. Every move her arms make, brings her wing bones to life, making it look as if they are attempting to break through skin. Oikawa licks her lips and runs her eyes down the spine that descends to Iwaizumi’s cute ass. She whistles.
Iwaizumi turns around with a frown Oikawa can’t help but smile at. She sits down at the edge and pushes herself into the pool, with hopes that the splash is big enough to hit Oikawa. It is, but it didn’t really bother Oikawa since she was already wet, of course. Furthermore, she is too focused on guiding Iwaizumi back against the wall of the pool, pinning her between her arms.
“You look so good, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa breathes.
Up close and under the summer shine the droplets of water traveling down Oikawa’s skin and hair look like tiny colonies of stars. Iwaizumi is stumped for words.
“So good,” Oikawa repeats into Iwaizumi’s left ear, she sucks the bottom lobe making Iwaizumi whimper. Oikawa trails kisses down the side of her neck and Iwaizumi’s hands wrap themselves around Oikawa’s back, this time she is doing the guiding, melding their bodies closer.
“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi’s call is answered immediately with Oikawa’s mouth on hers. The pressure of the collision knocks the air out of Iwaizumi’s lungs and gears her on to return the favour. Glistening lips merge, tongues succeed their break in and try to overpower the other. Their breaths mingle and the wet sounds they are making mixed with desperate heartbeats is overwhelming. Iwaizumi’s fingers creep up to gently play with Oikawa’s perky nipples. She takes a hold of them between her index finger and thumb and starts making circular movements. Oikawa whines into Iwaizumi’s mouth and Iwaizumi takes it all in.
Oikawa is the first to break for air and Iwaizumi mentally pats her own back, because she won. Her smirk is however swiftly replaced with a loud moan thanks to Oikawa licking and tucking at her left nipple through her swimming suit. Her other hand is groping her right breast and Iwaizumi instantly grabs a lock of Oikawa’s wet hair tightly. Encouraging her to suck the nipple between her lips, holding it there, swirling her tongue around it and then letting go with a ‘pop’. She licks again and with every shiver that runs through Iwaizumi, Oikawa can feel the shiver run through herself too.
Oikawa moves to continue her assault on the right nipple, but Iwaizumi pulls her face up and sticks her tongue into her mouth; licks the slick roof and back teeth. She begins rubbing against Oikawa’s thighs, relieving the burning between her legs. Oikawa’s hands grab Iwaizumi legs and spreads them to her sides. She takes her place in between the thighs, sucks Iwaizumi’s tongue into her mouth and rubs her front up against Iwaizumi’s. Eliciting a breathy shudder from the dark haired girl.
“D-Do it again,” Iwaizumi pleads.
“A please goes a long way, Iwa-chan,” she stops and teases. Then receives a wave of water to her face from the side. “Iwa-cha-” Iwaizumi’s mouth covers hers and the next thing she is being pushed under the water. She holds Oikawa’s arms down relaxing her into the kiss. Their bodies don’t move, the only movement being the press of their lips. They simply allow the water to envelope them. Floating for what feels like hours. However, the underwater kiss was really just minutes and didn’t last long, with both girls jumping up to breathe.
“We could’ve died!” Oikawa cries.
“You know that’s not true,” Iwaizumi spits. Going from being insanely turned on to arguing about stupid stuff within the space of seconds has become some sort of routine for them since, what seems like forever now. She glides through the water towards Oikawa and takes her cheeks in her palms. She slides her thumb over the plump pink and worn out bottom lip, “Ahokawa” she says as she resumes to kissing her. Iwaizumi drapes her arms around Oikawa’s neck, pulling her closer, which she responds to by groping Iwaizumi’s ass. Her fingers dig into the firm plums kneading them and pulling them apart. A whimper escapes the raven haired girl and Oikawa begins tasting Iwaizumi’s blushing neck and shoulders.
When Oikawa pulls the front at the bottom of the swimming suit to one side, Iwaizumi is as turned on as she was before. Three moist fingers rub against Iwaizumi’s folds; enticingly slow and with a lot of pressure on the clit. Just how she likes it. After a few more strokes and Iwaizumi pleading for more in her ear Oikawa decides it’s the right time to insert a finger. The sudden penetration causing Iwaizumi's legs to twitch beneath the water.
Iwaizumi sobs, nails digging into the back of Oikawa’s suit as she picks up a steady pace, teasing the finger in and out. Oikawa’s thumb massages her clit when she inserts a second finger and immediately crooks them up, stroking her insides. She nibbles on Iwaizumi’s right shoulder, picking up her pace og going in and out, applying more force on the clit. Iwaizumi purrs.
The burning builds, “I-I’m gonna c-” is all Iwaizumi manages, before Oikawa swirls the fingers at an angle that has Iwaizumi silently scream, coming hard. Its feels like ages until Iwaizumi’s head or soul or maybe both re-join her body from wherever it flew too. She mumbles something akin to it being amazing or awesome and Oikawa knows she is.
Iwaizumi begins grazing her teeth on Oikawa's neck, biting her pulse and licking. She picks her head up and looks straight at Oikawa. “I want to eat you out,” Iwaizumi is blushing shades of red all over, yet still looking absolute.
Oikawa catches her breath, “you are too much, Iwa-chan.”
They casually leave the pool and then speed walk towards Iwaizumi’s room.
FILL: "spectrumslide oikawa/iwaizumi - sex in a pool"
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“What are you doing here?” Iwaizumi scowls like she is talking to something that belongs to only be scrubbed off the bottom of her shoes. Which, when describing Oikawa, isn’t far off.
Oikawa calms her breathing to normal and lifts her hands to remove her hazelnut hair from her face so that it elegantly falls behind her in one smooth move, she grins at Iwaizumi and opens her mouth ready to reply.
“-and if you say swimming, you will drown.” Oikawa decidedly chooses to close her mouth. Only to look up and see Iwazumi still glaring down at her, expecting an answer.
“I was looking for you, Iwa-chan! But you weren’t home and your mother was so kind. She invited me inside and insisted I wait for you in your room,” Oikawa nods along to her own explanation, because she did nothing wrong. “Ah and your mother made me a really nice ice tea, if it’s not too much trouble could I have another one?”
“She left. She had to go see her friend down the road about something.”
“Oh,” Oikawa slums. “I really want one, mhm….” She looks up, “Iwa-chan coul-”
“Also, you are not in my room.” Iwaizumi states blankly.
“That’s cuz it’s hot today,” Oikawa says in that what-else-was-I-suppose-to-do voice. “And to be honest, I don’t know why you are surprised since it looks like you had the same thought,” she motions at Iwaizumi who is wearing a black one piece swimming suit beneath her shorts and open shirt. “The only difference is, I don’t have a pool in my house.”
“So you came for the swimming pool, Bakakawa” Iwaizumi accuses. Then hurriedly swallows her reaction to the face Oikawa makes at the accusation.
“No! I told you I came here for you. Plus if I did come for the pool wouldn’t I bring my own swimming suit? That’s right.” She raises her right hand and gestures at the wet dark blue swim suit she is wearing. “This is yours.”
Iwaizumi swallows harder at that. “It’s kind of tight in some areas though,” Oikawa continues, her hands feeling the wet suit. A smirk forms on her lips when she notices Iwaizumi is flinching intensly following the movements of her hands. “Especially here,” she fondles her boobs and looks straight up at Iwaizumi, her nipples are more noticeable now, perking out of the material.
When Iwaizumi doesn’t reply, Oikawa decides to push some more, “Alright I know you are angry. I’ll get out now. Give me a hand,” she batters her eyelashes and stretches her hand up towards Iwaizumi.
Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow, “I’m not angry. And I already know what you are going to do.”
“Then hurry up and get in, Iwa-chan.”
She takes off her shirt and pants. Slowly. Not to come across seductive, nono it is simply to make it look like she isn’t rushing to follow Oikawa’s orders. So what if her hair looks really nice wet and tangled on her shoulders and Iwaizumi wants to run her fingers through it and maybe pull it. So what if her old swimming suit makes Oikawa’s boobs look like they are begging for her to touch and lick them. We can’t have the hazelnut haired airhead think she has some special strings she can just pull to make Iwaizumi do whatever she likes.
Iwaizumi bites back a smile. shit.
Oikawa is still stationed by the edge of the pool, watching Iwaizumi. Making good use of the advantage she has of Iwaizumi not being able to see her smiling face. She knew the first day Iwaizumi introduced herself; bruises and mud patches marking her skin, to Oikawa’s teary eyed and snotty self; that this girl will be the end of her.
The raven haired girl, collects her hair into her hands and ties it up with a hair band to make a bun at the top of her head. She fixes the short fringe above her eyebrows, combing it with her fingernails. Now the black backless swimming suit Iwaizumi is wearing is more endearing. Every move her arms make, brings her wing bones to life, making it look as if they are attempting to break through skin. Oikawa licks her lips and runs her eyes down the spine that descends to Iwaizumi’s cute ass. She whistles.
Iwaizumi turns around with a frown Oikawa can’t help but smile at. She sits down at the edge and pushes herself into the pool, with hopes that the splash is big enough to hit Oikawa. It is, but it didn’t really bother Oikawa since she was already wet, of course. Furthermore, she is too focused on guiding Iwaizumi back against the wall of the pool, pinning her between her arms.
“You look so good, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa breathes.
Up close and under the summer shine the droplets of water traveling down Oikawa’s skin and hair look like tiny colonies of stars. Iwaizumi is stumped for words.
“So good,” Oikawa repeats into Iwaizumi’s left ear, she sucks the bottom lobe making Iwaizumi whimper. Oikawa trails kisses down the side of her neck and Iwaizumi’s hands wrap themselves around Oikawa’s back, this time she is doing the guiding, melding their bodies closer.
“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi’s call is answered immediately with Oikawa’s mouth on hers. The pressure of the collision knocks the air out of Iwaizumi’s lungs and gears her on to return the favour. Glistening lips merge, tongues succeed their break in and try to overpower the other. Their breaths mingle and the wet sounds they are making mixed with desperate heartbeats is overwhelming. Iwaizumi’s fingers creep up to gently play with Oikawa’s perky nipples. She takes a hold of them between her index finger and thumb and starts making circular movements. Oikawa whines into Iwaizumi’s mouth and Iwaizumi takes it all in.
Oikawa is the first to break for air and Iwaizumi mentally pats her own back, because she won. Her smirk is however swiftly replaced with a loud moan thanks to Oikawa licking and tucking at her left nipple through her swimming suit. Her other hand is groping her right breast and Iwaizumi instantly grabs a lock of Oikawa’s wet hair tightly. Encouraging her to suck the nipple between her lips, holding it there, swirling her tongue around it and then letting go with a ‘pop’. She licks again and with every shiver that runs through Iwaizumi, Oikawa can feel the shiver run through herself too.
Oikawa moves to continue her assault on the right nipple, but Iwaizumi pulls her face up and sticks her tongue into her mouth; licks the slick roof and back teeth. She begins rubbing against Oikawa’s thighs, relieving the burning between her legs. Oikawa’s hands grab Iwaizumi legs and spreads them to her sides. She takes her place in between the thighs, sucks Iwaizumi’s tongue into her mouth and rubs her front up against Iwaizumi’s. Eliciting a breathy shudder from the dark haired girl.
“D-Do it again,” Iwaizumi pleads.
“A please goes a long way, Iwa-chan,” she stops and teases. Then receives a wave of water to her face from the side. “Iwa-cha-” Iwaizumi’s mouth covers hers and the next thing she is being pushed under the water. She holds Oikawa’s arms down relaxing her into the kiss. Their bodies don’t move, the only movement being the press of their lips. They simply allow the water to envelope them. Floating for what feels like hours. However, the underwater kiss was really just minutes and didn’t last long, with both girls jumping up to breathe.
“We could’ve died!” Oikawa cries.
“You know that’s not true,” Iwaizumi spits. Going from being insanely turned on to arguing about stupid stuff within the space of seconds has become some sort of routine for them since, what seems like forever now. She glides through the water towards Oikawa and takes her cheeks in her palms. She slides her thumb over the plump pink and worn out bottom lip, “Ahokawa” she says as she resumes to kissing her. Iwaizumi drapes her arms around Oikawa’s neck, pulling her closer, which she responds to by groping Iwaizumi’s ass. Her fingers dig into the firm plums kneading them and pulling them apart. A whimper escapes the raven haired girl and Oikawa begins tasting Iwaizumi’s blushing neck and shoulders.
When Oikawa pulls the front at the bottom of the swimming suit to one side, Iwaizumi is as turned on as she was before. Three moist fingers rub against Iwaizumi’s folds; enticingly slow and with a lot of pressure on the clit. Just how she likes it. After a few more strokes and Iwaizumi pleading for more in her ear Oikawa decides it’s the right time to insert a finger. The sudden penetration causing Iwaizumi's legs to twitch beneath the water.
Iwaizumi sobs, nails digging into the back of Oikawa’s suit as she picks up a steady pace, teasing the finger in and out. Oikawa’s thumb massages her clit when she inserts a second finger and immediately crooks them up, stroking her insides. She nibbles on Iwaizumi’s right shoulder, picking up her pace og going in and out, applying more force on the clit. Iwaizumi purrs.
The burning builds, “I-I’m gonna c-” is all Iwaizumi manages, before Oikawa swirls the fingers at an angle that has Iwaizumi silently scream, coming hard. Its feels like ages until Iwaizumi’s head or soul or maybe both re-join her body from wherever it flew too. She mumbles something akin to it being amazing or awesome and Oikawa knows she is.
Iwaizumi begins grazing her teeth on Oikawa's neck, biting her pulse and licking. She picks her head up and looks straight at Oikawa. “I want to eat you out,” Iwaizumi is blushing shades of red all over, yet still looking absolute.
Oikawa catches her breath, “you are too much, Iwa-chan.”
They casually leave the pool and then speed walk towards Iwaizumi’s room.
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again i'm sorry.