on: What Happened in Rio Stays in Rio

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Relationship: Hinata Shouyou/Oikawa Tooru
Character: Hinata Shouyou, Oikawa Tooru
Additional Tags: Shameless Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Anal Sex, Anal
Fingering, Size Kink, Finger Sucking, Dom/sub Undertones, Brazil,
Brazil Arc, therefore manga spoilers, Post-Time Skip, One Night Stands
Language: English
Series: Part 4 of The Years
Stats: Published: 2021-01-24 Words: 4149

on: What Happened in Rio Stays in Rio

by sugar_is_poison

Summary

Oikawa didn’t know this--obviously--but it was one of the first nights that Shoyo had slept
soundly in Rio without waking up in cold sweats before dawn even approached.

the smut sequel to on: the Concept of Home. self indulgent oihina porn that i think we All
need.

Notes

this fic can be read as a stand-alone shameless smut fic, but if u want more context as to
what *truly* happened, u can check out on: the Concept of Home that i wrote a few months
ago if u want :)

See the end of the work for more notes

Shoyo and Oikawa somehow endured their way back to the hotel Oikawa was staying at without
touching each other. They stayed a good meter away, avoiding the magnetic force between them
that’s threatening to smash them together and make them crumble into pieces.

It snapped in the elevator.

The moment the doors slid close (it took an agonizingly long time) Oikawa pinned Shoyo to the
wall, his bigger body entirely covering Shoyo’s. He slipped a hand on Shoyo’s back underneath his
shirt, kneading away at the back muscles. His other hand found Shoyo’s cheeks. The gentle and
calloused fingers traced his face, from the back of his ear to his lips. Oikawa grazed his thumb over
Shoyo’s bottom lip, open up, chibi-chan .

Shoyo willingly parted his lips. Which Oikawa happily took as an invitation and landed the big fat
kiss Shoyo was daydreaming about earlier on the beach.

The kiss was sloppy, wet and messy, but good. Under the works of Oikawa’s sneaky tongue,
Shoyo felt himself slipping. Literally. His body was sliding to the floor of the elevator if it wasn’t
for Oikawa’s arms holding him up.

The elevator pinged, and the two bolted.

Once Oikawa regained control over his shaking fingers and swiped his keycard to open the door
successfully (on the sixth try, that was), the two men tumbled inside. This time, Shoyo pinned
Oikawa to the wall, desperately whining on Oikawa’s lips, standing on his tippy toes.

For Shoyo, chasing after someone bigger and taller during sex had always been a strange type of
excitement. Oikawa clearly liked this, his hands finding their way into the threads of Shoyo’s soft
orange hair.

Chibi-chan, Oikawa broke loose from the kiss, and panted with a smirk, you’ve grown quite a lot
from a skinny teenager staring at your own enemy’s ass, haven’t you?

Shoyo blushed. Caught! Embarrassment warmed his cheeks. But in his defense, everyone had a
crush on Oikawa in the high school years. He bet Kageyama went through a similar phase too.
Wait no--think of anyone but Kageyama right now.

Oikawa-san… Shoyo whined. Because apparently that was the only sound he could produce at this
point. He put his arms around Oikawa’s neck, attempting to redirect the topic by shoving his
tongue down the older man’s throat.

Did I lie, chibi-chan? Oikawa lowered his head instead, whispering the words into Shoyo’s left ear
with breathy breaks, tell me, did you stare at my ass when I turned around to serve every. Single.
Time?

The hair on Shoyo’s neck stood up in response. Oikawa-san… that type of thing… His voice trailed
off.

Tell me now, chibi-chan, Oikawa held Shoyo in place with his left arm, his right thumb rubbing at
the dip at the base of Shoyo’s neck, did you, or did you not, stare at my ass?

Shoyo shook his head violently.

Well then, Oikawa huffed, right index finger slowly tracing over Shoyo’s pecs, and rubbing lightly
around his left nipple, the friction with the soft fabric sending jolts down his body, I’m well aware
when someone’s staring. And those stares from across the court… I cannot forget. Now… where
were you staring instead, if not my ass?

Shoyo was about to deny again, when Oikawa dipped his head and traced over his sensitive nipple
with his tongue. Shoyo’s t-shirt, being the only thing between their flesh, was now wet and getting
dangerously translucent. You-your thighs, Oikawa-san! Shoyo blurted. His cheeks burned.

Hmm, Oikawa hummed, the vibration on Shoyo’s hardening nipple sent straight to his cock, and
where else?

And—and—ah! Your arms and… Ngh… Fingers… Shoyo came clean once and for all.

Oh really? Oikawa raised his head back up, and put up his right hand between them. Show me your
imaginations, chibi-chan. What you would do with my hand.

Shoyo stared at those long and calloused fingers. He swallowed nervously. His eyes flitted to
Oikawa’s face.

That look of fierce defiance and burning curiosity was written all over Oikawa’s features. The same
way during their InterHigh game.

A challenge, that was what it was. A new and exciting challenge.

Shoyo held Oikawa’s hand in both hands, and brought it lower and closer to his face. He parted his
lips, staring at Oikawa from beneath long lashes. Oikawa’s eyes widened with realization. Shoyo
smirked, and opened his mouth and took in his index and middle finger, all the while holding eye
contact with Oikawa.

Salty, warm, long, bony.

Shoyo’s eyes rolled back into his skull. His teenage fantasies that haunted him for a feverish
summer before he landed himself a stupid boyfriend (now ex-boyfriend) came true. He sucked on
Oikawa’s fingers as if his life depended on them, and he opened his eyes just in time to catch one of
the most genuine expressions of Oikawa that he had ever seen.

That signature half-smirk-half-smile was gone. In its place, something darker and truer. Oikawa’s
pupils were blown wide and black, hiding behind heavy eyelids. His lips were parted just a little,
and he wet his bottom lip with a quick swipe of his tongue. He brought his hand back as if
withdrawing them, and just as Shoyo was about to complain, he pressed them forward again,
almost reaching into Shoyo’s throat. Then he started repeating the motion gently but surely.

There you go chibi-chan, Oikawa whispered, aren’t you looking gorgeous letting my fingers fuck
your throat?

Now this was something new.

Shoyo groaned audibly. His hips jerked forward on their own under Oikawa’s dirty words, and
successfully came into contact with Oikawa’s thighs. Shoyo almost wept on the spot, stuck
between a hard wall and Oikawa’s equally hard leg muscles.

He could die happily now.

Hey, chibi-chan, Oikawa’s dangerously low voice dragged him back to reality, should we do
something about this?

He pressed his leg into Shoyo’s erection. The latter cried out from the sudden pressure, rolling his
hips again to chase it, itching for relief in his throbbing cock. Yes… Yes please Oikawa-san. Shoyo
mumbled with his lips still wrapped around Oikawa’s fingers, saliva tracing down his chin.
The next second, he was lifted up midair by a set of strong hands cupping his ass. Shoyo
instinctively snaked his arms around Oikawa’s neck, continuing the kiss they left off momentarily.
His hard length was pressed between Oikawa’s abs and his own, and he could feel his underwear
getting clammy and wet.

Oikawa threw him, or at least attempted to throw him, on the king size bed. Shoyo was a solid
mass of sixty kilograms of muscle after all.

Jeez chibi-chan, Oikawa wheezed, standing up by the side of the bed, digging into the drawer of
the nightstand, what are you made of? Steel?

Oikawa-san! Shoyo blushed--what, for the hundredth time today?

Did you just take it as a compliment? Oikawa shot him a look as he fished out a pack of condoms
and a small bottle of lube from the nightstand.

No. Shoyo lied and ducked his head. He turned to eye the content in Oikawa’s hand that was now
spread out on the bed next to his propped-up elbow--lube and copious condoms. His heart flipped
as realization set in.

So this was really happening.

Oikawa leaned in, with hands on Shoyo’s sides, knees nudging Shoyo’s legs apart. He crashed their
lips together, and his tongue barged into his mouth unannounced, twirling and pulling at Shoyo’s
own tongue. He let go of the younger man’s lips with an audible pop, and dipped his head into the
crook of Shoyo’s neck.

Hmm, you smell like the beach, Oikawa inhaled deeply.

Is that… a good thing?

He huffed a laugh and licked a stripe up to Shoyo’s earlobe. Yes. You smell divine. Shoyo shivered
and let a tiny moan escape. Hearing it, the older man nudged at Shoyo until he was lying flat on
the bed.
Oikawa-san… Shoyo hesitated but said aloud anyways, as Oikawa nibbled tiny bruises on his neck,
I haven’t… in a while.

Embarrassment flushed his cheeks.

Oikawa looked up, and every emotion that Shoyo expected him to have on his face is not there.
There was no mocking, no pretentious sly smile. It was just… sincerity.

Then I will make sure you are opened up nicely, yes?

Shoyo gulped and nodded.

By the time Oikawa had fit in three fingers, Shoyo was a shaking, wet, snotty mess. His shorts and
underwear had been long shed away somewhere on the floor, and his t-shirt was raked up to his
armpits. Both of his nipples were fully erect and swollen, but also cool from Oikawa’s saliva
drying in the air-conditioned room. His cock was a flushed red, borderlining purple, its head
bobbing on his stomach, a little pool of precum forming gradually in between the hard lines of his
abs.

Oikawa was pressed right between Shoyo’s legs, and he used his free hand to pin both of his hands
on top of his head. The middle three fingers of the other hand, however, were busy rubbing at
Shoyo inside his tight heat, now twitching and contracting with each push and pull. The fingers fill
Shoyo up nice and firm, but they are not deep enough yet. They brush over one distinct spot from
time to time and it made Shoyo’s vision go dark for a second and his toes curl and his abs convulse
but it was just not enough. His cock was left begging midair as well, with no contact whatsoever
except the occasional kiss from Oikawa’s dangling shirt. With no relief on either side, Shoyo’s
frustration was filled to the rim.

Oikawa’s fingers tapped on his prostate again with feather-like lightness, and Shoyo whimpered,
thrusting his hips up to meet Oikawa’s fingers.

Oikawa let go of Shoyo’s nipple from between his teeth and smirked, is there a problem, chibi-
chan?
Oikawa-san-hgnn, he panted, it-it’s ticklish inside!

You’re complaining about my fingers now?

No I-ah!-I wouldn’t da-dare to! Shoyo shook his head earnestly. Please--!

Please...what? Oikawa slowed the rhythm of his fingers down, and the frustration in Shoyo’s belly
clumped up.

Please--inside! He could feel his tears forming, but he couldn’t care less. All that really mattered at
the moment was Oikawa’s fingers shoved in his ass and dick that had been pressing at his thigh
this whole time.

Articulate your thoughts better, then I’ll consider. Oikawa whispered into his ear.

The air blown on the tip of his ear made Shoyo shudder, and he squeezed his eyes shut. I-I want
you to-ahh-put it in…

Put what in? In where? Oikawa pressed relentlessly, his fingers now at a pace so slow that Shoyo’s
hole clenched up around them instinctively. But his voice sounded strained from equal desperation,
tell me. He dipped his head once more, and sucked on Shoyo’s right nipple. He twirled his tongue
at the pink little bud, and Shoyo could map out the texture of his tongue in his mind. He was so
close.

Oikawa-san! Shoyo cried out when the older man grazed his teeth gently on his nipple, and
somehow that sent him over the line of logic and rational thoughts. Put your cock in my hole, pl-
please!

Good boy, Oikawa let go of his nipple, and with one swift push, the head of his cock, covered by a
layer of condom, entered Shoyo. The last note of Shoyo’s cry was punched out of him, as he
grabbed onto Oikawa’s arms, which were now resting on either side of his head.

It was painful--even with the prep and the lube. Of course it would be. The last time anyone
touched there was with… before they broke up. And that was a year and a half ago. Sure, Shoyo
had masturbated with his fingers in his ass but it was nothing compared to Oikawa’s cock. The
throbbing pain in his ass felt as if it was splitting him in half straight down his spine, and Oikawa
was clearly not even fully seated in him yet. He was still pushing, and Shoyo wanted to scream, to
shove him off and to run back to his own tiny shared apartment with Pedro and hide away in the
dark and cry. His nose went sore, and his eyes stung a terrible lot. He thought of a pair of gentle
hands with long fingers, a few half panicked and half reassuring whispers, and a hug that enclosed
him full. He thought of a head of black hair, a pair of gleaming eyes, and lips parted and flushed
cheeks. He thought of Kageyama.

Chibi-chan, what is going on?

A soft voice laced with worry dragged him back to reality. A calloused hand found the side of his
face, and wiped away the tears that Shoyo didn’t realize was there. A warm body with a beating
heart leaned in.

It-- Shoyo hiccupped, it was too much…

I’m sorry, Oikawa landed an apologetic kiss on the tip of his nose, I can go slower.

Shoyo swallowed and shook his head. No please… Oikawa-san… He clung onto his neck and
brought the body on top of him even closer, Oikawa’s soft brown hair tickling his ears. Please just
hold me?

There was a pause for half a second, then Oikawa put his arms around Shoyo’s shoulder, and
whispered in his ear, I’m going to move, okay? Let me know if it gets too much again.

Shoyo nodded, and took a deep breath.

The process was slow, and whenever Oikawa inched forward a little more, his cock stretching him
up a little wider, Shoyo felt like his ass was on fire. His legs were shaking uncontrollably, and his
muscles were tense. This really shouldn’t be how sex worked, Shoyo thought. Absolutely unfair.

Then the bulbous head of Oikawa’s cock hit Shoyo’s prostate, nice and firm.

The warmth pooled in Shoyo’s lower belly condensed into something blinding and breathtaking,
and the next thing he knew, he was arching his back like a cat, and his legs squeezed around
Oikawa’s waist as he reached the climax of his first orgasm of the night. He whimpered, broken
little noises making their way out from behind clenched teeth. Threads of white shot up his abs,
some even reaching his chin. His hole clenched down on Oikawa, the latter drawing in a quick
breath.

It took Shoyo a minute to recover--after all, he hadn’t had this intense of an orgasm for a while. He
lied on the bed, chest heaving with labored breathing.

Chibi-chan, Oikawa called, his voice sounded far away, still alive?

Barely, Shoyo let out a hearty chuckle. And then he felt Oikawa’s cock in him, which he forgot for
a moment there.

His eyes found Oikawa’s. The older man’s face was flushed, hair messy and lips crimson. His eyes
traced up and down Shoyo’s body, and finally landed on his face. After he searched for any signs
that might indicate Shoyo was still uncomfortable and found none, he continued to roll his hips. In
the tension of his body and how his thighs shook, Shoyo could tell Oikawa was exerting an
impressive amount of self control from not just pounding away at Shoyo immediately. It made him
feel moved.

Oikawa started at a slow and casual pace, carefully angling himself so that Shoyo wouldn’t be
immediately overstimulated after his first orgasm. He took his time exploring the surface of
Shoyo’s skin with his deft tongue, mapping out each dip and curve, every bump and ridge. Shoyo
felt as if he was melting underneath the Great King’s tenderness, and the spotlight-like attention on
him made him want to purr like a cat. The occasional contact between Oikawa’s skin and Shoyo’s
cock sent shiver down his spine, and while that tiny bit of overstimulation was a little
uncomfortable, it made Shoyo squirm and long for more.

After a few minutes of the gentle thrusts and caring touches, Shoyo felt his body restarting to
function, the lust finding its way back into his belly. He whined against Oikawa’s lips, and thrusted
his hips up.

Would you look at that, the man grabbed a fist full of Shoyo’s somehow-once-again-hard cock,
aren’t you energetic today?

Bwahhhh, Shoyo hid his burning cheeks behind his hands, it’s not my fault you’re so good at this,
Oikawa-san!
Well then, Oikawa’s eyes flashed in the dark, I’ll take it as a hint that you’re ready?

Shoyo nodded wearily.

I’m going to devour you full now.

He sounded like a demon--and that was Shoyo’s last coherent thought.

Oikawa immediately started to thrust into Shoyo, the latter crying out loud from the overwhelming
sensation. Oikawa’s cock was huge, and it hit the deepest spot every time he snapped his hips
forward. The sound grew more and more lewd in the room, only skin slapping against skin,
suggestive squelches and the two men moaning and panting could be heard. At one point, Oikawa
lifted Shoyo’s legs up to rest on his shoulders, stretching his hole even further. Shoyo whimpered,
the idea of Oikawa stuffing him full and filling him up making him almost more aroused than the
act itself. He could feel the ridge around the head of Oikawa’s cock grazing at his prostate in sync
with the thrusts of his hips, and he was sure that his guts were being pushed around inside him,
making space for the man’s hard length.

Oikawa seemed to be thinking the same thing, and he leaned in to rasp in Shoyo’s ear, look at you,
taking my cock so good that I might think it was made for me. To this Shoyo groaned and clenched
around Oikawa. You think your hole is gonna take up the shape of it as well?

Shoyo moaned and bit his lips, ye-yes, Oikawa-san…

That sounded a little unconvincing, Oikawa smirked, and the next thing Shoyo knew, he was being
flipped around, and Oikawa’s cock stayed inside him throughout the process. Oikawa manhandled
him so he would raise his hips up and back, and he pressed Shoyo’s shoulders into the mattress.
Shoyo complied willingly, grabbing a fist full of bed sheets to brace himself.

Oikawa pulled back until the head of his cock was surrounded by the puffy and swollen rim of
Shoyo’s hole, teased it a little by giving a few shallow thrust, then rammed back in with so much
force that the bed scooted and creaked with a noise that sounded dangerously close to wood
splitting. Two men stilled for a second, horrified that the bed would actually break underneath
them, and bursted into laughter when--thankfully--nothing happened.

Oikawa-san! Shoyo wheezed.

Don’t even- Oikawa warned.

Your cock is so powerful that it almost broke the bed!

It was a little too late. The joke slipped out of Shoyo’s lips without hesitation.

Then silence took over and hung in midair between them. Shoyo’s brain finally caught up and
processed what he had spoken aloud. His cheeks felt way too warm way too fast. He made a
choked noise.

Now that even chibi-chan recognized how good my cock is, Oikawa ran a hand slowly up Shoyo’s
spine and pressed the front of his body onto Shoyo’s back, should I give it to you?

The shift from a joke to dirty talk was abrupt, but Shoyo was not complaining. In fact, it further
boosted his desire to please Oikawa. He exhaled shakily, and arched his back even more, yes
please, Oikawa-san.

Oikawa huffed, warm breaths hitting Shoyo’s neck, and repeated the motion of pulling his cock out
almost entirely and shoving it back in, only with less force.

But Shoyo felt it just as intensely. While he usually wouldn’t prefer the doggy style position for its
lack of intimacy, he had to give the credit where it’s due: this position made Oikawa’s cock feel
even bigger somehow, and when the older man thrusted in, Shoyo could almost feel it intruding
into his stomach. Curious and dazed, Shoyo rested his hand on his lower belly. It bulged whenever
he heard a slap between skin. He groaned.

Oikawa hissed behind him, and he reached out a hand to put on top of Shoyo’s. Then he pressed it
down hard on Shoyo’s belly bulge.

They both shuddered from the sensation, but apparently that did magic to Oikawa. He huffed by
Shoyo’s ear, gonna come, and his pace quickened, the thick veins on his cock grazing at the tight
tunnels of Shoyo’s hole.

Y-yes please Oikawa-san! Shoyo cried beneath him and bit down on his lips. The pleasure was
spread to the rest of his body in jolts, and he felt a familiar tension in his abdomen. He was close
too.
Touch yourself for me, Oikawa rasped, one hand propping himself up on the bed and the other still
relentlessly pressing at Shoyo’s belly every time he shoved his cock in. He seemed to love feeling
at how his cock filled up the smaller man beneath him.

Shoyo did what he was asked to do. He spat in his hand and brought it down to his half hard cock.
He pumped it to fullness easily, milking drops after drops of clear precum. They slid down the slit
of the underside of Shoyo’s heavy and strained cock, bobbing and twitching with every jerk of his
hand.

Only touch the head, Oikawa instructed.

Shoyo whimpered--he loved being manhandled around. He closed his thumb and his middle finger
around like a ring, and only rubbed at the dripping head of his cock. The pleasure from the
stimulation made Shoyo’s hole grip Oikawa’s cock even harder.

Fuck, Oikawa’s hips stutter, so close--

Me too! Shoyo whined, angling his hips so he could get Oikawa’s cock hitting his prostate every
time he thrusted.

Gonna come so much-- Oikawa choked, my balls are so heavy for you--

Yes! For me! Shoyo moaned, tears rolling down the side of his cheeks. The coil of tension in his
belly wounded tighter and tighter, so close to release. Will you come w-with me, Oikawa-san?

Ask nicely, Oikawa grunted. He leaned over Shoyo’s neck and sucked purple bruises onto it.

Please please please pretty please Oikawa-san let me come on your cock! I’ll be so good! I really
will! Shoyo babbled, mouth hanging half open.

Oikawa suddenly held Shoyo’s body up vertically, so they were sitting by the edge of the bed,
Shoyo impaled on top of Oikawa. Shoyo shivered from the cock inside him pushing in deeper and
twitching with readiness. Oikawa pressed down on his lower belly hard the one last time as he
thrusted into Shoyo and whispered, come for me, Shoyo-kun. Now .
Feeling the cock inside him pulsate and the balls under his thighs tighten, Shoyo screamed as his
own cock spurted come all over his hand and the sheets. His body spasmed as his orgasm washed
over, and he turned his head to find Oikawa’s lips. The older man seemed to know what he wanted,
so he met him in the middle, holding Shoyo’s face by his jaw and pressing their lips together.
Shoyo desperately opened his mouth, and he could hear Oikawa chuckle once, before his tongue
invaded and abused Shoyo’s own. Oikawa continued his shallow and slow thrusts, until both of
them couldn’t handle the overstimulation anymore and that was when he gently pulled out. He took
off the condom and threw it away after tying a knot around it.

Wow, Shoyo’s mind was simply blanked out as Oikawa let himself fall back onto the bed beside
him, wow.

I know, Oikawa smiled, putting the covers on top of them both.

Shoyo let his thoughts wander for a moment while lying on his back, then turned on his side to
look at Oikawa. The man looked entirely blissed out, and rightfully so. Shoyo bit on his lower lip,
and decided to say it out loud.

Can I… can we cuddle?

Oikawa turned on his side as well, eyes surprised. Chibi-chan… Sure, why not.

Shoyo suppressed a little smile on his face from widening into something beyond his control, and
shuffled closer. He rested his head on top of Oikawa’s chest and Oikawa instinctively wrapped an
arm around Shoyo’s torso.

Shoyo talked to Oikawa for a little bit more afterwards, both men reflecting on their past
relationships. Drained from the hard work during the day as well as the mind-blowing sex, Shoyo
quickly fell asleep, listening to the steady beats of Oikawa’s heart.

Oikawa didn’t know this--obviously--but it was one of the first nights that Shoyo had slept soundly
in Rio without waking up in cold sweats before dawn even approached.
 Of course, Shoyo did wake up at dawn anyways, just so he could apply what he had learned from
Oikawa back onto the man himself. To put it plainly, Shoyo fucked Oikawa’s brains out as his way
of saying good morning and subsequently, goodbye.

End Notes

hi this is sugarispoison :) i originally was going to include some smut in on: the Concept of
Home, but it just felt really off bc that entire fic is mainly just... *vague hand gestures* that.
sooo here i am, back w a 4k sumn smut fic bc i think we all deserve it. hope u had as much
fun reading it as i had writing it!

i cherish every single kudos and comment :)))

talk to me on twt and lets b frens :)

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