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nuvoloso · 1 year

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Longing

Oikawa x m!reader (he/him/his)

I just love a good reunion. The little ~~ means change in view or time, it’ll make sense I promise.

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He wished they hadn’t moved to Tokyo. He loved his school in Miyagi, Seijoh had everything he’d wanted for high school. He had friends there, he had a life there; but his family had other plans. Y/n had grown up in the Miyagi prefecture, he went to Kitagawa Daiichi for junior high, and had gotten accepted into Aoba Johsai, a private high school in the region. When he was in junior high, he’d joined the volleyball team out of pure boredom, none of the other sports had interested him like volleyball did, and his parents insisted he join a club of some kind.

During his time with the volleyball team he’d gotten pretty good, and he’d made friends with this wonder-kid named Tōru. There was another one just like him in the year below them, but he always seemed so tense, y/n didn’t really have it in him to attempt a friendship there. There was also Iwaizumi who he had been quick to befriend, always enjoying how he interacted so playfully yet serious with Tōru. Together, the three of them went on to Aoba Johsai and immediately joined the volleyball club, eager to play the game with a bigger audience.

However, y/n had only gotten the chance to play with his friends for about a year and a half, before his parents uprooted his life in Miyagi for a much more stressful one in Tokyo. He went to Fukurodani now, and while he loved his teammates and the school in general, he desperately missed his friends from Miyagi. During his first year of high school at Seijoh, volleyball had brought him and Tōru a lot closer, mostly because they had the same work ethic. Their positions couldn’t have been more different, y/n was the team’s libero and Tōru their setter, they often only barely connected the ball to one another.

But, y/n was more determined than most to do well and it was because Tōru’s mindset was so intoxicating. The two would often spend all of their free time practicing together, Iwaizumi joining in when he felt like it. They’d become best friends, but to y/n it had always been more than that.

Tōru Oikawa was possibly the most attractive person y/n had ever known, or will ever know. He had always admired his friend, but when they’d gotten into high school his feelings became much more obvious to himself. Then, when he’d moved away and had to watch his friend from afar, his feelings had become somewhat tangible. Tangible in the way that he was always so jealous and angry that he couldn’t be there, angry that Tōru had this crowd of girls that followed him everywhere and got all of his attention. He took his anger out during practices, working as hard as his body would let him, always staying late or getting up early to keep going.

It was really bad one day when he kept seeing and hearing all about how Seijoh had beat Karasuno, and the feud between the legendary setter Oikawa and new legend Kageyama. Tobio gets to play against him and I don’t.

Since Fukurodani was in an entirely different prefecture than Seijoh, the teams rarely, if ever, got a chance to play against each other. Sure, sometimes little teams from Miyagi got to play with Tokyo teams, but it was all about the connections coaches had with each other. And, since Seijoh had yet to beat Shiratorizawa in the Interhigh, they’d not gotten to nationals where they could’ve taken on Fukurodani.

The power pair from Fukurodani, Bokuto and Akaashi, were quick to notice y/n’s foul mood. They had become friends near immediately when y/n joined their team as a libero, Bokuto absolutely loved having y/n try to receive his spikes. Usually, y/n was more than happy to practice with them and would do whatever they wanted to, but today y/n didn’t even greet them upon entering the gym.

He had gotten changed quickly, and started doing his own warm ups, separating himself from the team. After about fifteen minutes, he’d started going through the routine he always did when he was upset. It was the most intense of the routine’s he had created, and always distracted him from whatever was going on. He liked working hard, but he wasn’t great at regulating it, sometimes he’d just go on and on without taking breaks and find himself lightheaded and near passing out from dehydration.

Akaashi approached him, interrupting the set of sprints y/n had planned. “You’re upset today.” He stated blankly, not usually one to sugarcoat.

Y/n glared at him. “I don’t see how it’s any of your business, go back to Bokuto or something.” He mumbled, but Akaashi didn’t move.

“You’ll either tell me what's going on or I'm telling coach you’re putting yourself in danger and he won’t let you practice.” Y/n scoffed, but he knew Akaashi was dead serious. “Well?”

“Fine. But you can’t tell Bokuto, he can’t keep a secret.” Akaashi nodded, and the two of them went outside to talk, Bokuto attempting to join in, but after receiving a very harsh look from Akaashi, he backed off.

“You remember how I transferred here from Aoba Johsai?” He started, Akaashi nodding. “Well, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and I have been close friends for a while. We went to the same junior high and we all loved playing volleyball together.” Pausing, he tried to figure out how to word the main part of his problem. He wasn’t sure he’d ever admitted out loud his feelings for his friend, but he didn’t have much of a choice here. “After we got into high school, I kind of came to the abrupt realization that I...liked him. As more than just my best friend.”

“Ah.” Akaashi simply replied, seeming to have put two and two together before y/n had even finished. “You’re upset that you can’t play with him, and probably jealous of that fan club that’s always surrounding him. Right?” Y/n nodded, Akaashi had pretty much hit the nail on the head.

“There was also this kid that we knew in junior high, Kageyama Tobio, and he was just super standoffish, but now even he gets to play with Tōru and I have to stay here.” Even in talking to Akaashi, y/n could hear the animosity that laced his words.

“That’s definitely frustrating, I'll grant you that. But are you seriously going to let that affect how you play the game?” Akaashi asked, nothing friendly in his words. “I don’t think Oikawa would want to know that this is how you’ve been handling it.” The shock y/n felt must’ve been all over his face because Akaashi seemed to take a step back. “It's just--you never know. Maybe you’ll have a chance to play against him soon, you don’t want him to have grown more than you right? Think about making him proud.” Akaashi left him to think about what he’d said, though y/n was still recovering from Akaashi’s scolding.

He’d not seen Akaashi so mad at anyone before, much less himself, usually the two of them got along like brothers. He guessed that maybe having to deal with Bokuto’s emo mode all the time, along with y/n’s anger was starting to get tiring. Akaashi was right though, everything he said was right.

Y/n knew that letting his anger keep a hold on him wasn’t making him any better at playing a team sport, and that Tōru would be mad at him if he learned that this was how he dealt with it. He sighed, trying to expel every ounce of oxygen held in his lungs so that he could refill with fresher air, and hopefully a better composure. He went back to the gym after that and joined his team, apologizing to everyone and the coach for his repeated idiocy and promising it wouldn’t happen anymore.

The weeks following that day were much more fun, both for y/n and the rest of his team. There came a day where upon his entering the gym, he noticed that his teammates had gotten changed, and instead of warming up were crowded around the coach. When Akaashi and Bokuto saw him, they waved him over to them, quick to explain what was going on.

“Coach said he had a surprise for us, nobody knows what’s going on.” Bokuto nearly yelled, he was practically jumping with excitement. “I hope Nekoma is coming over for a practice match, I haven’t gotten to catch up with Kuroo in forever!” Y/n knew that actually wasn’t true, they’d seen Nekoma maybe three weeks prior, but to Bokuto he supposed that was pretty close to forever.

“If it’s a team, which it might not be, it would probably be one from further away, otherwise they’d be here already.” Akaashi suggested, looking towards the entrance of the gym waiting for someone to appear. Y/n selfishly hoped it was Seijoh, but he didn’t get his hopes up. Seijoh liked to keep their friendlies local, usually they went for college students or neighborhood clubs, there was little to no chance that they came all the way down here.

While the Fukurodani students all anxiously chatted, their energy nearly becoming too much for the poor coach. As if on cue, the main doors opened, revealing the red jackets that Bokuto loved so much. The Fukurodani team excitedly ran to great the guests, Bokuto leading the charge and nearly tackling Kuroo in the process. Akaashi went to speak to Kenma, and suddenly y/n was by himself, watching as red and white collided. He was about to head into the mass of students to greet Yaku, another libero and someone he got along with swimmingly when the doors opened again.

This time, turquoise and white flooded through the doors, and y/n nearly fell on his ass. Seijoh? His thoughts raced, his eyes frantically searching the faces of the students filling the gym, some of them waving to him, he could barely bring himself to return the gesture.

Then, he walked in.

“Tōru!” He yelled, his voice nearly getting lost amongst the number of conversations, but the intended audience heard him.

Oikawa had been stunned when their bus had pulled into the Fukurodani parking lot, his coach hadn’t told them anything other than they were going to a friendly match. His heart had started racing the moment he realized where they were, y/n’s school. He and y/n had been friends forever, and it had devastated him when he moved away. In the time he’d lost him, they stayed in contact mostly through social media, sometimes texting each other but usually just though seeing the other’s posts or watching games.

Of course, Oikawa missed playing on the court with y/n, with him there was always this energy and vigor that filled him to play his best. Iwaizumi did what he could to encourage the same kind of attitude, but it wasn’t the same as y/n. But, more than just playing together, he missed being around him. Talking, laughing, playing video games, eating, cursing each other out when the other did something stupid. He missed it all, and more than he’d like to admit, his heart ached whenever he turned around and saw Watari instead of y/n.

Iwaizumi always made fun of Oikawa’s state of dismay whenever it seemed he was missing y/n, always calling him Oikawa’s ‘boyfriend’ or something similar because of how much his mood changed when y/n was the topic of interest. Before Iwaizumi had brought it up, Oikawa had never thought about if he liked y/n as something other than just his best friend. Although, after he moved away Oikawa came to the brutal realization that y/n had a much stronger impact on his life than he had thought. Now, being without him was like torture.

“Tōru!” He heard his name, though only barely, but he knew that voice better than any other. He looked around the gym, searching for the face he knew matched that voice, but finding himself agitated when he couldn’t see him.

“That way, shithead.” Iwa pointed, Oikawa bolting.

Y/n ran to meet him and soon Oikawa had wrapped his arms around y/n and was just slightly lifting him off the ground, swinging him around as much as he could. After he set him down, he just took the moment to hold y/n, feeling his hair with one hand, the other keeping him pressed against him. Oikawa had always been a bit taller than y/n, and so he found himself laying his head on the shorter, taking in the smell of his hair.

Y/n pulled himself away from Oikawa, shaking his head with a smile. “I missed you so much, Tōru!” Seeing his face, in person, so close--Oikawa realized he was really restraining himself from just kissing the boy in front of him.

Trying to keep some of his composure he returned the phrase. “I missed you too, y/n. Though it is your fault for leaving me, so I think you owe me.” Y/n’s brow furrowed,

“My fault!? You think I would’ve left you on purpose?!” Oikawa shrugged,

“Who’s to know?” He joked, closing his eyes and shrugging. “Maybe you just secretly hated me so much you had to move schools to get away from me!” He opened his eyes wide and covered his mouth as if in shock, y/n just rolling his eyes and lightly punching Oikawa’s shoulder.

“Yeah, sure. I’m not Iwa, you know. I can actually enjoy your shitty little comments and games.” Oikawa chuckled, that much was true. “Besides, I think it was harder for me to leave than it was for you to lose me anyway.” What? Is that actually what he thinks? He thought, now thoroughly confused. Did he not express his love for y/n enough when they were younger? Surely y/n understood how much he meant to him right? Oikawa searched y/n’s features, hoping to find some kind of answer to his questions but found nothing he liked. Y/n looked serious.

“That’s not true, it killed me when you told me you were leaving.” Y/n just rolled his eyes again, this time shaking his head and dropping his gaze to the floor.

“You don’t have to pretend, Tōru. Come on, we should join everybody else.” Oikawa was speechless. Y/n really thought Oikawa didn’t care about him, when in reality it was so far the opposite.

Y/n had taken off towards the massive group of athletes and was gesturing for Oikawa to join him, so he put the issue behind him, promising himself he’d make things right later tonight.

When Oikawa had caught up with Y/n, he introduced him to his friends Bokuto and Akaashi from Fukurodani, and Kuroo, Kenma, and Yaku from Nekoma. He could tell how tight knit the six of them were, and couldn’t help but feel like his small trio of him, Iwa, and y/n had been replaced. Akaashi was eyeing him carefully, though he wasn’t sure why, but soon after they’d been introduced the coaches had gathered to get the practice matches started.

Each team was split into two, and matched up with a team from a different school; each pairing would play one full set and the loser would have to take a lap of sorts. Each team would get to play four sets, allowing for them to play with each other team not of their own school. The matches carried on, only small water breaks between sets, Oikawa and y/n still not having played against each other.

This was the last round of sets for the athletes, and it would be the very last set played that day that was Aoba Johsai v Fukurodani, or as they saw it, Oikawa and Iwaizumi v y/n.

When the match started, there was an energy on the court unlike the other matches, Oikawa and Iwaizumi doing whatever they could to make the ball hit the ground on the other side, y/n preventing it. The teams went back and forth, staying in deuce for several points past the typical 25, but eventually Fukurodani won, 31-29.

Exhausted, Bokuto and Akaashi as well as the rest of the team clapped y/n on the back for the incredible receives and digs he’d made throughout the game. Y/n was heavily panting, but as he wiped the sweat from his brow he grinned at Oikawa and Iwaizumi, obviously pleased with the result. Oikawa was immediately ready for another round after that, but what he wanted more was to play with y/n, rather than against him, though that was fun too.

The coaches excused everyone to get changed and showered, saying that there was still about an hour before either team was going to be leaving, so they could socialize all they wanted. The two got changed and cleaned quickly, wanting to spend as much time as possible together before Oikawa had to go back to Seijoh.

They decided to go outside since it was warm, and sat on the grass outside the gym. “Why didn’t Iwaizumi join?” Y/n asked, looking back towards the gym for their third. “Is he still getting changed?”

“No, actually I asked him if I could talk to you alone.” Y/n looked at him surprised, but stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt him. “Earlier, you said that you thought your leaving was harder for you than it was for me, you said that I was pretending when I said it killed me when you left.” Y/n slowly nodded, not sure where this conversation was headed. “I’m telling you, it really did hurt me when you left.”

He was worried about being so...sappy, with y/n. He just knew that if y/n really didn’t think he cared about him, there was no way he felt the way Oikawa did for him.

“I don’t see how that’s possible, Tōru, you’ve got hoards of fans and friends to keep you company, what was I other than another one of them?” Oikawa could feel his heart beating faster, he was more than upset that y/n felt that way about him, how could he possibly think that he was just another fan?

“We’ve spent years together! Practiced hours and hours together, how can you think that you’re just another blank face in my life, when yours has always had the most detail?” He spoke hastily, worried that if he didn't, the words may never come. His eyes begged for y/n to understand what he was to him, yearned for him to feel the same way.

“What?” Y/n’s brow knit, as if he was trying to translate a language he didn’t know.

I guess I'll always have to dumb things down for you, y/n. “If I kiss you, will you understand what I'm trying to say?” Oikawa moved closer to y/n, sitting directly in front of him, their knees barely colliding. Y/n didn’t look like he was anywhere near a response, but he muttered something that sounded like a ‘maybe’ while every centimeter of skin on his face morphed to sunset shades of pink and red. “May I?” Oikawa asked, still scared he had it wrong.

“You have to ask?” Was how y/n replied, Oikawa not even getting the chance to be first. Y/n put a hand on the back of Oikawa’s neck and guided him into a gentle, but fervent kiss. Oikawa didn’t skip a beat, putting both of his hands on y/n’s head, and pulling him towards the other, until Oikawa fell onto his back, y/n being pulled on top of him in return.

They laughed, but y/n made no attempt to move off of the setter he currently had pinned to the ground, which Oikawa didn’t seem to mind.

“I guess I look pretty stupid now huh? Saying all that stuff about you not caring that I left...” Y/n said, his voice trailing and his eyes shifting from Oikawa’s to the grass beside his head.

“Yeah, you do. I mean come on!” Y/n laughed, he was glad he had been wrong. It had just seemed like such an impossibility for him, considering how many people pined after Tōru on a daily basis. Not to mention Tōru had seemed to stop talking to him after he’d left, sure the occasional ‘how are you?’ text was nice, but it wasn’t anything to write home about.

“Well maybe, if it wasn’t for someone’s horrible texting habits, I would’ve understood sooner!” Tōru’s mouth hung open in shock, but y/n raised an eyebrow at him, and his mouth closed.

“Sure, maybe. But you knew about how little I texted people before you left!” He complained, y/n just shook his head,

“Shut up or I'll just have to make you, somehow.” Tōru grinned, setting his hands so his head was resting on them.

“Sounds like I should talk a whole lot more then.”

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mikekilluz · 2 years

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Super old art for some BNHA zines that idk if I ever posted in full but have them anyways 😂

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chimielie · 4 months

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cw: and they were roommates

oikawa has another date tonight.

you’re well used to it, the parade of people who he’s gone out with blurring together after years of friendship. especially now that you’ve moved in together and he bothers you every time someone says yes, like an excited puppy with a bone. and who wouldn’t say yes?

you’re lying on your bed, idly scrolling past cat pictures and outfit inspiration, while he blows in and out of your room, begging your opinion on every item in his closet. you don’t know why; you’ve gone through the whole thing a million times at this point and he always chooses just-slightly-too-tight jeans and a button-up open one button too far.

you’ve had nightmares about his collection of silky shirts. nightmares. only occasionally featuring the triangle of exposed chest.

“what about this one?” you roll to your side, blinking.

“i haven’t seen this one before,” you say thoughtfully. “do you still have enough money for rent? i swear you cycle through more clothes than i do in a year in a week.”

“shut up, do you like it?” his ears are burning red, and you smile. you like making him blush.

that’s a dangerous thought, so you turn your attention to his outfit, and—oh.

the new shirt is a cool, pale blue, complimenting the pink hues of his skin perfectly, looking like ice caps on winter waves. it’s tucked loosely into black pants, followed by black boots, laced up and tied with a perfect knot.

he looks like a million bucks.

“it’s perfect,” you say, after a beat too long of drymouthed silence. “um—when do you leave?”

he shoves the sleeve of the shirt up and checks his watch in one smooth motion, and you’ve seen his forearms a billion times, but encased in blue silk you kind of want to bite them? what a bizarre impulse.

“now,” he says, tone rising in panic. “shoot, i was gonna brush my teeth—how’s my breath?”

“how am i supposed to—” you start, but then he’s crossing the room, and you’re sitting up, spine straightening in confusion, and then he kisses you.

one long, hot press of the mouth over yours, his lips soft and open but claiming in a way that sucks every thought out of your head.

the silk of his shirt is cool in contrast to the heat of his skin, too.

“it’s—still fine,” you stammer when he pulls away. “minty. um.”

“perfect,” he says, adjusting his collar like he hasn’t just thrown your world off its axis. “see you later!”

you wave vaguely at his back, still scrambled as he exits your room, though not without turning to shoot you a cheeky wink and a peace sign. once you hear the front door slam shut behind him, you jolt out of your frozen state to fall back onto your bed, staring at the ceiling, just one thought running through your mind.

“what the fuck?”

part 2 here.

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honoredalone · 1 year

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pretty when you cry

live laugh lana del rey.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ

all the pretty stars shine for you my love, am i that girl, that you dream of?

he’s dreamed of this, you above him, sitting on his long, hard cock. warm walls suffocating him, making him dizzy, his vision blurring.

“too big, ‘s too much.” you’re whining, shifting your position in his lap to adjust to his large length. he’s mesmerized by you. not just the way you take him, but by the way you praise him, the way you hold him, the way you kiss him and just the way you look at him. it has him in a chokehold. that being said when you’re riding him you have no ounce of control. he’ll guide your hips, bouncing you up and down, thrusting when he grows inpatient, anything.

“just a little more.” he rasps, lifting his hips, pushing himself in further, feet pushed into the plush mattress. “my good fucking girl, you’re so good to me.” he laughs when you whimper, the head of his cock brushing your spot making you rock your hips desperately attempting to cause some friction. “ah ah ah. gotta be patient pretty.” he grasps your hips tightly, the pressure making you let out a sob.

“i wanna- just.. please.” you said exasperated, fed up with his teasing. his hold on your hips becoming softer, his thumbs massaging your hips. his eyes admiring your body. marks covering your skin, red flush to your cheeks, lashes damp.

“please what, my angel?” he says teasingly, hand sliding down, finding your clit. it’s soaked in your arousal, smiling like a jackass when you gasp out another strangled sob when he pinches it, hard. “aw you’re so cute. so needy.” you open your mouth to respond then you make eye contact with him when he brings his fingers, still drenched in your juices, into his mouth. his eyes rolling to the back of his head at your taste, cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. “use your words.” he muses before spitting on his fingers and bringing them back down to your clit, rubbing roughly making your back arch, hips buck and moans falling from your lips.

“please-” you sigh as he slows his pace on your already sore spot. “please take care of me.” he smiles, sharp canines on display.

“all you had to do was ask pretty.” with no warning he retracts his fingers and grips both your thighs holding you down on him, thrusting his hips up with an excruciatingly fast pace. “such a pretty pussy on my pretty little bunny.” he groans, head falling back onto the pillow, continuing the fast pace he’s set. you moan nails scratching down chest to his abs making him spiral. “god you were made for me.” he says almost tearfully, you couldn’t really tell due to the sound of skin slapping skin, heavy breaths, small words and wet squelching.

because i’m pretty when i cry i’m pretty when i cry

he’s not one to cry, even during a sad moment, he keeps his tears in until he’s alone. no one can see him vulnerable, ever. he’s also never been one to cry during sex, usually, he’s the one making his partner cry. although, since being with you, crying while being inside of you has become a repeated occurrence. the first time you had sex with him, he started to sob as he pounded into you nearing his climax. after reaching his peak and cleaning up he laid in bed while you showered, he cringed at the thought of him crying while being inside of a women.

‘you’re such a baby.’ he thinks, when he is snapped back to reality by the spot beside him sinking down meaning you were next to him. “was i too rough with you?” he rolls onto his side to face you, looking into your eyes before they fall to your swollen pink lips.

“no, you were perfect.” you smile tiredly at him, scooting closer to him, cuddling into his warmth.

he never was one for post-sex cuddling, but there was something different about this. it was comfortable, it was soothing, he wanted it.

“it was sweet.” you said, when he moved a piece of hair from your eyes.

“what was sweet?” he asked warily, hoping you wouldn’t bring up his crying. despite his hope you did. “how is that sweet? it’s pathetic.” he whines moving to lay on his back, hands hiding his face, embarrassment coursing through his body.

“i just, i don’t know. i’m glad i made you feel good.” you said nervously, positioning yourself stomach down, head on his chest looking at his hidden face. “don’t be embarrassed, it was cute.”

“cute? that was cute to you?” he said sounding agitated and now even more embarrassed. being described as ‘cute’ is worse than telling him he’s weak. he doesn’t want to be cute.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to offend you.” you said now extremely nervous that you’d upset him, that any progress you’ve made with him now doesn’t matter. leaving your spot on his chest to now your back facing away from him, curled into yourself. trying to give him space so that he doesn’t feel more embarrassed with himself and annoyed with you.

he notices your change in behavior, now more aware that he had made you self-conscious. while he was embarrassed the last thing he’d want is to make you upset. you’ve only been dating for around 5 months but he’s sure that you’ll be his for the rest of eternity. “come here.” he said quietly, wrapping his arms around your waist, his strong arms lifting you effortlessly so you’re laying practically on top of him. he’s thought about it for the past few weeks.

‘what’s so different about you?’ it’s that when you’re together any moment spent together, you could be having a natural conversation but even if it’s completely silent, it’s comfortable. you guys don’t have to talk when you’re together. you know how to be together and just enjoy it without talking or touching. he allows himself to be vulnerable around you. he cries while fucking you and it’s so pretty.

i’m stronger than all my men, except for you

while he nears his high, his thrust become animalistic, his moans become louder and whinier, sobs and pleasure making him shake, body covered in sweat, fat tears falling down his face making his skin shine. he’s so pretty like this. “i’m close, i’m so close.” he cries, his cock throbbing almost painfully waiting for your permission to release. “please,” more cries falling from his pretty lips. “please let me-” he moans loudly, back arching, hips harshly thrusting into your heat. “i’m gonna-” a loud sob escapes his throat as he pushes the head of his cock as deep as he’s able to, his big hands gripping your thighs pushing them down onto the sides of his pelvis while he shoots his cum deep onto your warm walls.

you collapse onto his chest, his length still buried deep inside. his hands still gripping your thighs, chest rising and falling, sweat making your skin stick together. you lift your head looking at his red fucked-out face. you kiss his tear streaked cheeks, before lifting off of him. his and your own release dripping out of your hole, he watches the liquid fall onto the sheets as you struggle to move off of him.

“i love you.” he laughs at the irony. he never believed he’d fall in love, but when he looks at you he knows that this is what love should feel like.

“i love you so much.” you respond, before continuing with a small tease, “you’re pretty when you cry.” he shoots you a dirty look but nonetheless chuckles.

i’ll wait for you, babe it’s all i do, babe

satoru gojo, jean kirstein, tengen uzui, choso, oikawa tooru, ken kaneki, osamu miya and any of your favs of course <33

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jello-chennie · 7 months

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✧ tough guy iwaizumi hajime who ends up falling for his best friend’s cute little sister

✧ genre/tw fluff ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ (nsfw at the end ⚠︎)

✧ word count 857

all three of you grow up together, with you being two years younger than tooru. oikawa is always doting on you, treating you like a doll. despite the very little age gap, no matter how old you get, he’s always referring to you as his baby sister. oikawa spoils you rotten. one look from those big brown eyes you both share, but look a lot cuter on you for some reason, and oikawa can’t help but to give you whatever you ask for.

in the beginning, iwaizumi is almost like your other, more responsible big brother when things go wrong. you’re always trying to tag along with your older brother and his friend, which is a recipe for disaster sometimes.

when you inevitably take a spill, and bump your knees, tooru is rolling on the ground, shouting out against the heavens for forsaking you. how could the higher powers let you just fall to the ground like that?? but iwaizumi is is silently wiping off the pebbles from your knee with his little hands, blowing cool air to help assuage your pain. without a word, he carries you back home.

eventually you learn to stop tagging along so much. you can only handle so much pain and embarrassment. other than those moments, iwaizumi and you never really spend that much time together. for the rest of your childhood, you’re more acquaintances than anything else.

but at some point, after oikawa desperately begs you to join the boys volleyball team as it’s manager (“its the only time we’ll be together in high school, you wouldn’t ruthlessly deny your precious and loving and dashing and charming big brother this chance, would you???”), iwaizumi begins to notice you again. but this time, you’re a lot more grown up than you were before. seems like good looks run in the family.

but he’s not the only one that notices. in the same sense that oikawa seems to have the student body under his spell, it seems you do as well, and without even trying.

you’ve had a sheltered childhood that you mostly spent in doors, so you’re shyer than most people. and your brother enables you with his doting behaviour.

iwaizumi finds himself frequently getting jealous at the basket of love letters and confectionery that you have to empty out of your locker and lug home every night. iwaizumi finds that his hands begin to ache after a while bc he clenches them so hard whenever he sees another person confessing to you. and he waits with baited breath to see their disappointed faces as they walk away—an indication that you turned them down again in the way that you always shyly do; an indication that he might still have a chance, yet.

in an effort to put the moves on you, iwaizumi is constantly performing little acts of service for you. he goes out with you to the fountains to refill the water bottles so that you have some company, and so that you won’t have to carry anything heavy—that should be his job, after all. in the most cliche move ever, when an errant ball goes flying right in your direction, iwaizumi coolly catches it with one hand before it can bounce off of your head, making sure to ask you if you’re okay after. he stays behind to help you sweep the floors after practice, striking up a conversation with you. when oikawa stays behind to practice his spikes, iwaizumi walks alone with you home, making sure to keep you away from the side of the sidewalk that’s closest to the road. iwa also makes sure to put your back against the wall of the train while standing in front of you, keeping you safe from any wandering hands.

eventually, he even starts buying your favourite milk drink from the vending machine, and brings it to you while he visits your classroom, the place where you normally eat your lunch. he sits, and eats with you (to which oikawa complains vehemently bc “why would you just sit in a different spot than we normally do without telling me?? you left me all alone!!")

iwaizumi’s actions don’t go unnoticed. you start to fall for it.

when you two eventually start to date, oikawa is whining and complaining that you two are both stealing each other away from him (there’s also relentless teasing on oikawa’s end bc “iwa-chan, isn’t funny that you fell in love with someone that looks just like me?? are you secretly gay and actually just in love with me :3 ??”)

but what’s really the kick in the back for oikawa is the moment he runs up to his precious little sister’s room to check and see what she wants for dinner. but upon opening the door, he finds both his best friend (who, of which, he didn’t even know was over their place at the moment) on top of his “adorable baby sister who can do absolutely no wrong”; the two of them are naked from the waist down, in the throes of passion.

he falls to his knees, asking god to strike him dead, right then and there.

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fushigurro · 1 month

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𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨 𝗢𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝗫 𝗗𝗢𝗠!𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / reader is a lil mean / there’s one slap / oikawa is a crybaby

he’s left fully nude and exposed while you, completely clothed, hover over him like a cruel, untouchable deity. however, tōru can see the peaks of your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. he wants to suck on them.

you’re hand milks the tip of his cock with graceful twists and squeezes, coaxing needy beads of pre-cum from the swollen head. he quivers and drools beneath your touch, desperate to fuck his length further into your fist.

“say you’re sorry, tōru.” your voice brings him out of a daze, but before he can think to respond, yet another expert twist of your wrist has his eyes wanting to roll back.

“a-ah!” he sucks in a breath and tries to keep from bursting. why are you being so mean to him? he just wants to cum! he deserves to cum!

you bring your hand up to land a smack against his cheek—not hard enough to hurt too badly, but it carries enough sting to draw a whimper from him and demand his attention. “say you’re sorry for acting like a fucking brat and embarrassing me.”

big brown eyes well up with tears fueled by sensitivity and regret. why are you being so mean to him? well… he supposes he could’ve behaved a little better…

“‘m sorry,” he mumbles softly, struggling to swallow his pride and speak through the pleasure.

“what was that?” you ask, dissatisfied with his lack of conviction. you slow your movements down substantially.

“i’m sorry!” he says much louder this time, eager to win your approval.

“for what?”

“for being a brat!”

you offer a genuine smile when you see tears finally fall from his lashes. then, you lean forward and kiss him with all the tenderness you can muster, giving him his first taste of you thus far. tōru sucks in your affection like nourishment.

pulling back, you move your lips up to his forehead. “good boy. you can cum now.”

#dividers by @cafekitsune #i wrote this on a whim at the doctors office you can’t judge me #i wanted to make it [redacted] but decided to let it stand alone #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #my writing.#re: tōru oikawa

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satantica · 5 months

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asking haikyu boys to send hot pics 18+

characters: tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji, bokuto koutarou

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takkyb1 · 9 months

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hbd dumbass king

#haikyuu fanart #oikawa tōru #及川徹誕生祭2023

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yuliapavlovsky · 4 months

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It’s iwaoi day🌟🎉

#artists on tumblr #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyuu #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tōru #iwaoi

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sassycheesecake · 3 months

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Iwaizumi returns to the locker room, after having forgotten his textbooks in his gym locker of the Aoba Johsai volleyball club.

As he enters the club room, he hears a shower running.

Frowning in confusion, he thought that his team members have already left after practice.

"Is anyone still here?" He calls out.

"Uh… yeah, it’s me Iwa-chan." Oikawa, the Setter of Aoba Johsai’s volleyball club answers back.

But his voice sounds a little shaken up, like he is scared or hurt.

"You good? Did you overdo it again after practice? And what are you still doing here? I thought you hated the gym showers." The Ace raises an eyebrow in suspicion and walks towards the shower stall.

The sliding door of the shower opens up a bit and Oikawa partly pops his head out, the shower still running and flattening his usual fluffy brown hair to his head.

Another thing Iwaizumi also notices, is that his best friend is panting a little bit and his cheeks are glowing in a reddish color.

"I uh… have a date… yeah a date! You know, just wanted to smell fresh for them!" The Setter grins awkwardly.

"Uh huh. Well, hurry up I need to lock up. I'll give you two minutes to be out of here."

Oikawa, who looks a bit panicked, quickly glances to his right in the shower before he flinches in pain about something.

"Is it your knee again?"

"Yeah, it’s been bothering me again. A real pain in the ass sometimes. Ouch! Why don’t you leave the keys on the bench? I’ll lock up when I am out." Oikawa offers with a tight smile as he hopes his teammate will do as he says.

Iwaizumi looks at him for a moment, sighing heavily and leaving the keys on the bench. He’s tired and just wants to go home.

"Fine Trashykawa, it better not be messy when we get here tomorrow morning." Stuffing the books in his bag, the spiky-haired brunette leaves without another look back, closing the door behind him.

Oikawa closes the door again and starts giggling like crazy as he stares down at you, who is leaning against the shower wall, equally as wet as your lover.

"A date? Who do you have a date with?" You wrap your arms around his neck and the Setter grins down at you mischievously, pressing wet kisses against your neck.

"Oh, no one you need to worry about. They’re in my health class and sit right behind me. When they lent me their pen three weeks ago, I just had to ask them out. They go by the name (Y/N)." Oikawa leans his forehead against yours, rubbing his nose affectionately against your own.

You lean forward catch his lips with yours and it quickly turns into a heated make-out session again, which was interrupted earlier when Iwaizumi walked in.

The sound of smacking lips echo in the shower, one of Oikawa’s hands is grabbing your neck while the other wanders all over your wet body, grabbing your ass and squeezing it occasionally.

You on the other hand have to stand a bit on your toes to be able to reach him, wrapping your arms around his neck, while your hands scratch a bit against his skull, making the brunette moan in delight.

Later on, when you both exit the shower, Oikawa sees a few missed texts from Iwaizumi.

He sits down on the bench, a towel wrapped around his waist as he unlocks his phone.

And after each text, Oikawa pales a little bit more.

'ANGRY BIRD 🤪'

'Do you really think I am that stupid?!' Sent 16:36

'I know you were having company in that shower. Next time, I am kicking BOTH OF YOU OUT!' Sent 16:37

'AND IN OUR GYM SHOWER OUT OF ALL PLACES???' Sent 16:40

Before he can read the next text though, he feels your head leaning on his shoulder and the Setter smiles at the action.

"Iwa-chan knows that I wasn’t alone in the shower." He snickers and you nearly pass out at what he said.

"WHAT?!"

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyū!!#hq x reader #hq fluff #oikawa #oikawa torū #oikawa x you #oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #hq oikawa #oikawa tōru #oikawa tooru #haikyuu oikawa #hajime iwaizumi #aoba josai x reader #aoba johsai

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koufax73 · 2 years

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Tōru: "Una giornata particolare" è il nuovo singolo

A 45 anni dall’uscita nelle sale del capolavoro di Ettore Scola, Tōru pubblica il suo nuovo singolo intitolato "Una Giornata Particolare"

https://open.spotify.com/album/7K6kUirZ0HWb5FJafHsNLF?si=co-83b-rQeaf_6jDJ2CdrQ A 45 anni dall’uscita nelle sale del capolavoro di Ettore Scola, Tōru pubblica il suo nuovo singolo intitolato Una Giornata Particolare, un esplicito omaggio alla pellicola italiana, con la partecipazione di Ilaria, nuova artista del roster Pulp Dischi. Il doppio singolo, prodotto e registrato da Andrea Ciacchini…

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#2022 #emergenti #genere musicale #ilaria #musica indipendente #singolo #spotify #streaming #Tōru #una giornata particolare #zabriskie point

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loveephia · 1 year

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:¨ ·.· ¨: ハイキュー!! you as aoba johsai's beautiful manager . . .

`· . ꔫ . . . inarizaki ver. | nekoma ver.

+ shiratorizawa ver. | fukurodani ver.

⚠ warning/s: none.

-🧍‍♀️

- you signed up because iwaizumi hajime is on the team you needed some team building experience

- and the members were kind to you, of course!!

- maybe maddog didn't like you very much.

- you don't know why, but it's okay.

- you'll grow on him one day!!

- sadly, that day is just not today. 😔

- oikawa thought you were a fan of his

- which is not true

- like.

- at all.

- if anything, you were more of a fan of iwaizumi, but moving on

- word got out that you were their manager, and you SWEAR that oikawa's fangirls are plotting something.

- oikawa treated you the same as he does with every other girl, maybe the occasional flirty statement here & there

- but like

- NO.

- YOU DIDN'T WANT THIS!!!!!

- yahaba tried HIS shot on flirting with you using the good ol' toss-and-run, aka the same thing he tried to do with yachi

- you quickly shut him down by running away, absolutely mortified by the expression on his face.

- NO BC SERIOUSLY WHAT IS THIS

- bro's rizz came right outta aot 😭😭😭

- just avoid him like the plague, and you'll be fine

- kunimi is one of the more calmer boys, so you /may/ have unintentionally favored him

- like, you'd refill his water bottle first, you'd fetch his towel first, etc.

- kindaichi gets the job done, but he tends to get lost in his own thoughts

- matsukawa and hanamakki are pretty chill as well,, a joke about oikawa every now and then makes you laugh

- and iwaizumi

- wow, where do you even start

- wou don't know WHY oikawa is the one with a bunch of fans, when his hunk of a best friend is right there

- but it's okay. less competition, am i right lass.

- you do not hide your liking towards iwaizumi.

- "iwaizumi is so cool!" you say with hearts, visibly forming on your eyes

- "are you aware that you're talking to yourself?" kunimi asks with a stoic face

- "very aware."

- iwaizumi messes up his spikes every now and then because he feels you watching him

- YOU'RE JUST. THAT. PRETTY. 😭😭

- he gets all shy whenever you hand him his things because he can see flowers and sparkles all around your face

- "..thanks, y/n."

- "you're welcome, iwa!"

- PARDON??

- WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HIM.

- "o- oh—! sorry for calling you that. i heard oikawa say it, and well.." you sheepishly apologized. you truly didn't mean it. it completely flew over your head that this was just your first day as their manager.

- "no, it's okay. it was cute." iwaizumi puts a halt to his step.

- ok

- wgat ☺️

- so here you two are, a blushing mess, while the third years watch

- "i bet the entire team some ramen that iwaizumi is the first to get married between him and oikawa." hanamaki says.

- "deal." matsukawa accepts

- "you two are so annoying..!" oikawa cries out

- maybe maddog will grow more accustomed to your presence if you'll be iwaizumi's future wife :p

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chimielie · 3 months

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oh my god, they were roommates

part 2 to and they were roommates. no cws, just silliness.

you're not talking to tooru.

he's not sure how you manage it so effectively. you eat all your meals in your room while he's home, except for when you manage to sneak from there to the door while he's in the bathroom. his only clue that you've gone out is that you leave your bedroom door open when you do, really hammering home how empty his life suddenly is.

"even when we're in the same room," he sighs, resting his cheek on his fist. "it's like trying to grab a fish out of the water. i turn around or blink and poof! gone!"

"your sleeve is dipping into your drink," says his date. "and i really think you need to discuss this with your roommate. at home. alone."

tooru waves goodbye forlornly as they stand up and walks out of the restaurant, leaving behind a half-eaten ball of rice and a broken man.

"you are like a sad, sad," akaashi says, pausing to really linger on the word sad, "wet cat. please stop bringing your dates here to mope about—to them. you are forming bad associations between our business and your terrible romantic etiquette."

akaashi keiji is a mangaka now, or an editor for one, anyway; he works at onigiri miya (tokyo location) on the side because it's the only way he routinely leaves the house; tooru brings his dating drama here to brighten up what must surely be a terribly boring life.

"what would you do without me, akaashi-kun," tooru stretches his arms high with a languid sigh that makes akaashi worry that he has comprehended none of his words. "wouldn't you be so miserable if you didn't have me to bring romance and excitement to your life?"

"i have a boyfriend of several years," akaashi says, which is rude to remind tooru of while he's in such a vulnerable state. "i have plenty of excitement with him in my life."

"inconsiderate!" tooru snorts. "please break up with him to show me solidarity."

"i will not be doing that." akaashi picks up the nameless and now-vanished date's plate and takes a bite out of the leftover food.

"understandable," tooru nods, "that's very reasonable. i just don't know what to do, or how to fix it, or what i did wrong."

"you come in here every other night to whine about what you did wrong."

"do not."

"do too," akaashi sticks out his tongue at him. there's a grain of rice stuck to his lip. "you spent several months going out on dates trying to make your friend-turned roommate jealous—during which, I'll note, you basically exclusively talked about the person you were and continue to be obsessed with—then initiated... romantic physical contact, then ran away. because you have the attachment style of a stray cat."

"ah, akaashi-kun," tooru says. "are you saying i get around?"

"i am saying you are lurking outside the window and begging for attention and then biting the hand that feeds you when you get it.”

“oh.” tooru is quiet for a moment. “can i get the check?”

“it’s on the house if you’ll just go home and talk to your roommate and never come back here with another date.” akaashi says, finishing off the onigiri.

“deal.”

your room is empty, your bedroom door ajar when he comes home. mournfully, tooru sits on the bed, reminiscing over the hours he'd spent gossiping with you here.

he'll just wait for you to get back. when he used to take you dancing—with your other friends, but you'd wind your arms around his neck and he'd run light hands over your waist, your hips, and you would look at him like no one else even existed—you always wanted to leave before midnight. it's ten-forty-nine now, according to his watch, so he's sure you'll be back before long.

you get home at two-oh-four. you had never seen the point in staying out longer when going home and chatting over a bowl of cheesy noodles with tooru was so much more appealing—you didn't want to dance with anyone else anyway. now, though, you don't want to be home, and you have something to prove. to who, you're not sure, but you find yourself staying out later and later.

even though you always return home alone. you'd thought about really upping the ante, about moving on as abruptly as possible, but you couldn't. it felt like going too far in this petty revenge game. after all, you still—

you stop short, dropping your shoes on the floor. the devil is in your bed, lying on his side, knees tucked to his chest to fit his absurdly long frame. his breaths are even and deep, his face peaceful.

"oh, tooru," you sigh, and climb over him to tuck yourself against his warm side.

you blink your eyes open slowly, sleep still gleaming in the corners of your vision. there's a weight on your hip and something that smells really, really good surrounding you, nearly lulling you back to sleep.

"oh, please don't," says a voice you haven't heard in days. "my arm's circulation has been completely cut off. i may never serve again."

you jolt away from the soft source of warmth, which you realize belatedly is oikawa's chest.

"what happened?" you say, swiping at your face with the back of your hand.

he looks frustratingly perfect as always, brown hair rumpled, eyes soft like you aren't in the biggest spat of your friendship.

"i was waiting for you," he admits, leaning on his side and casting his eyes down, his lashes shadowing his high cheekbones. "because i wanted to apologize, to be clear. i must have fallen asleep, and then i woke up, and it was like—"

"yes," you cough. "i see. um."

"i'm sorry," he says. "hey, look at me. i'm really sorry."

"for what, oikawa?" you laugh nervously.

"for being stupid," he rolls one shoulder in a shrugging motion. "for trying to make you jealous and instead just being, like, a complete fucking clown during all of it."

"make me jealous?" you say, blinking at him.

"please don't look at me like that," he says, scrubbing over his face with the hand that's not propping up his head. "it-you make me nervous."

"we've been friends for years," you say, still apparently lost. "how can i make you nervous?"

"you always will," he laughs, but it's strained. "look—i like you. probably more, but i'm trying not to scare you—any more than i already have, i mean. i'm not sorry for kissing you, is what i mean. i should just—i should probably go."

"wait," you say firmly before he can untangle himself from your sheets. putting a hand on his shoulder and pushing yourself up to meet his lips, which are soft and dry and parted slightly with surprise.

the kiss is warm and lingers, even after you pull away. tooru stares at you with dazed eyes that make you shy, dropping your own. his voice is quiet but hopeful, contrasting his words in tone when he speaks.

"what the fuck?"

#haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #oikawa x reader angst #oikawa angst #oikawa fluff #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader fluff #oikawa tōru x reader

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cottonlemonade · 1 month

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Studying With Oikawa

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Your hands are laying entwined between you on the table.

As he scans the page for anything useful, your boyfriend begins to absentmindedly caress the back of your hand with his thumb, making you lose your place for the third time in a row.

Missing his right, he uses his teeth to uncap a marker and with great difficulties draws a scraggly line in his workbook.

“Would you maybe like your hand back?”, you ask, watching his struggles, amused.

He frowns theatrically and, tightening his previously loose grip, brings your fingers to his lips, then pulls you closer to him, so you’re locked in.

“Let go, you dork.”, you giggle.

“You know the price, y/n-chan.”, Oikawa says with his signature grin.

You give him a quick peck.

He lifts a brow.

You kiss him again, sweeter this time.

“Hm. Not quite.”

Another kiss, this one even longer.

“Almost there, I think.”

When you lean in now, he brushes the tip of his tongue against your lips.

“Very close.”, he mutters and deepens the kiss, cupping your cheek with the hand that’s still holding the marker.

“There you go.”, he winks when your chubby cheeks turn distinctly pink and lets you scoot back to your initial position - still not letting go of your hand though.

#I’m supposed to be working rn 🥲#oikawa x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa imagine #oikawa fluff #oikawa x you #oikawa tooru #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa torū #hq oikawa #oikawa tōru #chubby reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff

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kairismess · 4 months

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❝HIS HEART IS ALL YOURS❞

🏐 genre: fluff ~

✒️ word count: 1,198

💭 summary: it had never dawned on you that the great king of the court, tooru oikawa, would ever have a crush on you: a mere background character in the greater scheme of things. if only you knew just how much he adored you–maybe then you'd realize you're more than a side character in the plot of your (and his) life.

💗 special mention: @moonswolfie for requesting this on my @kairiscorner acc !!

🍧 request: "Beg and you shall recieve, make oikawa fall for the nerd girl😈😈😈"

the concept of being in a relationship was foreign to you. you had never really had a proper relationship with anybody in regards to romance; it was like all and every thought of romance was something you never truly experienced, if you didn't count otome games and dating sims that you always pored over, spent all your time playing and devoting your allowances to new costumes and dialogues from your favorite love interests that made you feel pretty, wanted, and loved.

you never really stood out to anybody, that much you believed was true. you found it hard to see anybody liking you, who avidly wore anime shirts and collected expensive figurines and hung up posters of your favorite game series, cartoons, animes, movies, and shows all over your room. and you don't even wanna bring up the fact that you casually play rpgs whenever you can, wearing the cutest set of headphones that made you stand out in... a rather awkward way–a way you just wish you never got attention from, through stares and stifled chuckles of amusement from others.

you did all you could to ignore the stares, the laughter, the snide comments from girls who thought they were better than you–and you had grown quite used to being alone, to finding solace in games and the internet. and though it wasn't healthy, this was a place you called home; and those characters on your screen that always smiled whenever you chose a good interaction choice, whenever you held them in the right places, they made you feel happy.

but there was another boy who wanted to make you feel happy, a boy who appeared and acted like he came right out of a fairy tale; the male lead in a shoujo manga you never thought you'd live out to be female lead in.

tooru oikawa–the great king of the court, the boy every girl in your year had the hots for. you never really paid that much attention to him because, of course, why would you waste your valuable time and energy on a boy you never knew well, nor would even take an interest in you?

sure, he was your classmate and occasional partner for activities and group works, but his personality always seemed so fake. you knew he was acting like a kind of host boy in a host club, and though you knew guys like that were totally your type, you always kept your guard up around him.

it wasn't like he was going to hurt you, anyway, he was too gallant for that, it seemed. the way a boy like this would only hurt you would be through getting your hopes up that he'd ever like you, and ultimately thank you for being a mere fan and forget your name, maybe laugh about your silly headphones and the way your eyes shone whenever your favorite character called you cute in a dating sim.

but... it was these very qualities that drew oikawa to you.

oikawa had only known you existed for a few months now, since he saw you so often during class as his new seatmate. he knew you weren't anything like the girls that vied for his attention, and it felt like a breath of fresh air for him, not having someone breathe down his neck every few seconds at every little thing he does.

sure, you were a little messy sometimes, a little quiet, a little awkward–a little in your own head most of the time, but it was, in your own unique way, charming. oikawa would instinctively smile to himself whenever you'd get flustered at him asking you for a pencil while you were sneaking to play your otome games on your phone in class, and he'd feel a little proud of you whenever you'd recite in class.

he knew it was hard for you sometimes to show confidence, though he always encouraged you to stand up straight, "you look pretty when you hold your chin up high," he'd always say. of course, you'd sometimes side eye him, and it'd make him a little worried he said something wrong, but it's the fact that you keep oikawa on his toes about how he makes you feel around you that allures him to you even more.

from talking to you during class, he'd bring the conversations outside of class. of course, he'd always carry the conversation while you were trying to beat a really hard boss in your rpgs. he'd cheer you on while he had no idea what was going on–and even the rest of the third years were worried oikawa had some ulterior motives with you, but when they saw how different that usually plastic smile of his was whenever he'd look at you, talk to you, try to get closer with you... it was like there was something out of place there, that got replaced with something purer.

shocking, they know.

"alright, out with it." iwaizumi spat out, hitting oikawa lightly on the shoulder. oikawa looked at iwaizumi curiously. "out with what, iwa-chan?" "are you stupid? you know you can't make her a victim of your charms." when iwaizumi said that, he knew exactly who the her he was referring to was. it was you.

oikawa looked at iwaizumi all pouty, his eyebrows furrowed. "how low do you think of me? i'm not charming her for anything malicious..." "so you're admitting you are making her like you." "i-i never said that!" oikawa retorted, his face getting redder and hotter, his voice getting higher as he was on the brink of admitting the truth.

iwaizumi furrowed his eyebrows and pursed his lips. "so why are you doing this, it's clear she has no interest in you." oikawa couldn't argue with iwaizumi's statement, it was true, you didn't look like you had fully trusted oikawa, and that hurt him to a degree nobody, not even he could bear.

"...because i like her. and i want her to trust me." oikawa muttered, looking away from iwaizumi. it was hard for him to admit, but there was no other way to express it without getting totally crushed by his own half truths and half lies. this was the whole, unadulterated truth–tooru oikawa, the great king of the court, liked you.

he liked the way you got flustered whenever your favorite character would say they love you, he liked the way you glared at him when you'd catch on to his flirting, he liked the way you were so knowledgeable on such nerdy things that... he had watched all your favorite movies and animes, and was planning to gift you merch this coming holiday season.

"...well, you have a lot of work to do to prove to her you like her." "no kidding..." oikawa replied with a sigh, at least his best friend supported his crush on you. he knew it might take a while, a very long while–maybe a whole lifetime to prove how much he loved you. but he'd prove it to you, somehow, and he won't ever stop until he shows his little nerdy girl just how much he's serious about her; how much he loves you.

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"can you pretend to be my boyfriend?"

pairing: osamu miya x reader (haikyuu!!) a/n: unfortunately based off a true story. tw: anxiety, bullying, swearing, threatening

you sidled yourself in a seat next to your good friend. "heeeeey 'samu~" you grinned.

"what do ya want?"

"can i not just want to greet my amazing friend?"

he gave you a skeptical look and you blanched. "well, uhm..."

"if it's my food ya want, yer not gettin' it." he grumbled, selfishly sucking more milk through his straw.

"can you be my boyfriend?"

comically, osamu proceeded to spew the milk in his mouth out in shock, nearly missing atsumu who sat across the table, much to both of their dismay.

wiping some milk from his mouth, osamu managed to choke out a strained, "yer for real..?"

you blinked, then flushed, "i-i-i meant for pretend, i mean it!" you bit your lip, "there's this girl who recently decided she doesn't like me. i'm not sure why... but she started telling rumors and lies about me to other people.....including her boyfriend. and...and.. he's super intimidating..." you looked away, "'samu, he came up to me the other day and said that if i mess with 'his girl'... that i'd 'regret it'....'samu, i'm scared. it's silly, right? but.. but it would just make me feel safer.."

a warm hand fell on your shoulder, "'s not silly. 's a threat. do ya want me 'ta take care of him?"

you shook your head quickly, "n-no! i just... i need you to just.. pretend. i know it's weird, but it would mean a lot to me, okay?"

osamu eyed you up and down before saying, "why me?"

your eyes widened and you once again couldn't look him in the eye. after all, it'd be pretty lame to confess after he so blatantly shot you down a few minutes ago. "well, you're my best 'guy' friend. and you're pretty much built like a greek god--"

he smirked, amused, "ya think 'm built like a greek god?"

"i'm still here, guys, keep the flirting to a minimum," piped in atsumu.

you both turned in unison to him, identically saying, "shut up, 'tsumu."

you cleared your throat, "anyway, you're bulky and strong and could definitely beat him in a fight."

"obviously."

"so will you help me... please?"

osamu's resolve seemed to waver the longer your stared into his eyes with a begging expression. to be honest, the moment he'd heard that some guy was harassing you, he was beyond pissed off and was ready to agree to just about anything you asked of him. but, once he found out that you had also wanted to be his (albeit, pretend) girlfriend? it seemed like the perfect opportunity to show you what it could really be like.. and how much he loved you.

"i guess." he said, his cheeks slightly flushing.

it shocked you that he had agreed. after all, this is osamu you're talking about. he scarcely looked your way, much less harbored any idea of you being his girlfriend. and yet here you were, walking down the halls, holding hands. he avoided your gaze, though you knew him well enough to know he wasn't annoyed with you, just embarrassed, which you had expected.

what you hadn't expected, however, was that girl. you call her that girl because you honestly didn't know her name. only that she despised you. you frowned, recalling the numerous times your friends walked up to you telling you she'd said you were "annoying" or that she was surprised you were ever invited to anything what with the way you make everything about yourself. you knew your friends meant well but a part of you wished they'd never told you. you weren't exaggerating when you say that you are a "drama-free" person. you seemed to always be the last one to hear the gossip going around and certainly the last to spread anything. it upset you that despite your best efforts someone had decided that you were irritating enough to make comments to others about. you tried to not take things personally, you really did, but when you'd heard her talking about you while you were in a bathroom stall, it took all of your strength to hold back your tears. unfortunately, because you're drama-free, you also aren't the most confrontational person. rather, you preferred confrontation when the other people didn't seem to take anything anyone ever did personally. you thought back on yourself, searching for anything you could've done wrong to bother her but after much consolation from friends, turned up nothing. still, a part of you felt like it was all your fault. maybe you could've tried harder to be extra kind to her?

you were broken out of your thoughts by a squeeze to your hand. making eye contact with that girl, she rolled her eyes and turned, walking the other way. osamu looked down at you in concern as your brows furrowed in a hurt expression.

"do ya even know her?"

"..no."

"then why should you care what she says or thinks?"

"because, 'samu, it's not that easy. i can tell myself it doesn't matter and that i shouldn't care but that doesn't make it so. it doesn't rewire my brain to stop caring about what other people think. no matter how hard i try."

he was silent for a moment, contemplating something.

then, he lightly caressed your cheek with the palm of his hand, smiling softly. "i guess i can't change yer mind... but i can remind you that the people who are actually worth yer time won't make some round-about shitty way of telling ya they have a problem with ya."

you smiled warily, though he had to admit he said exactly what you needed to hear. besides that, you noticed you'd definitely chosen the right guy - his acting skills as your boyfriend were superior. your eyes wandered around to the gaze of your fellow peers as some cooed not-so-subtly at osamu's public display of affection.

your gaze returned to his as he eyed you up and down. "ya sure yer alright?"

"positive."

"ya know it's okay not to be fine all the time."

you laughed lightly, "thanks, 'samu. but really, I think I'm okay. i just can't think about it or it'll make me all upset again."

"wanna come over tonight? thankfully i'm makin' dinner and not atsumu," he grinned.

you conservation switched to various other topics as you both walked down the hall before he had to go to volleyball practice.

"didn't i tell you what happens to bitches who mess with my girl?" a gruff voice called behind you.

you froze, regretting the fact that you neglected to bring your phone with you during your lunch break and were subsequently now completely alone with some gorilla-faced man who spoke gravelly like he wasn't in high school at all. slowly turning, you cowered, "i-i don't think i did anything wrong.."

immediately his fist slammed against your locker. "obviously you fuckin' did if my girl is tellin' me you've been a fuckin' problem!"

"i-i-i don't even know who she is," you defended, moving your hands to shield your face in fear.

"bullshit."

you screamed as you felt a hand tightly grab your wrist and you squeezed your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the impact of a fist. after a few moments, you opened them, shocked to see osamu standing in front of you, shielding you from the gruff boyfriend.

"get a load of this guy," osamu smiled sardonically, "getting involved in his girlfriend's drama because she can't handle it herself? you must be her hero."

the man grit his teeth hard, winding up for a punch that osamu immediately countered, without breaking a sweat.

"you take that back you fuckin' piece of shit!" he growled, aiming for a blow to osamu's kneecap. "how the fuck does a prick like you even know this stupid bitch anyway." he continued, seemingly adding fuel to the fire.

osamu's eyes widened with a fiery rage, "you don't get to talk like that about my girlfriend." within seconds, the man was pummeled to the ground and osamu's fist connected against his face repeatedly until you pulled osamu away.

as if the situation wasn't already at its worst, that girl came running down the hall. "you BITCH! how dare you do this to my man! i fucking knew you were a rat." she paused for a moment before letting out a shriek of laughter, "oh? what's this? there's no fucking way you managed to get a boyfriend. what, you finally found someone willing to fuck you for a price?" she giggled, "osamu miya, was it? tell me, how much is she paying you to play pretend?"

osamu ground down on his teeth dangerously as he eyed the girl with contempt. "I'll have you know that i asked her out and was lucky enough for her to say yes."

she forced out another laugh, "then you're both pathetic! a match made in heaven."

you willed the tears to stay in your eyes, not wanting to give the girl the power of knowing that she hurt you, that she made you cry. you whispered something even you could barely hear.

"what was that? finally apologizing to me?"

you narrowed your eyes, looking her directly in her own as you raised your voice, "I said 'LEAVE US ALONE!'" you screamed with all you had in you.

she smirked, seemingly only a little fazed by your outburst. "fine, I'll leave. as soon as you prove you guys are actually dating. 'cause, like, there's no way, right babe?!" her boyfriend grunted out a laugh from his position on the floor.

this is the end. you thought. i'm gonna have to confess that i made this whole thing up and then i'm never going to hear the end of it. you sent a worried look to osamu who was already inches from your face. you tried to back away in shock, but his hand found purchase on the small of your back. he pulled you in tightly before taking your chin in between his index and thumb. his eyes conveyed a message you couldn't quite decifer.

yet, the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. it wasn't at all the sort of chaste or reluctant kiss you were expecting, but one filled with hunger and desire. you returned in equal force, intertwining your fingers in his gray-brown locks. you could've sworn you'd heard a guttural groan as you shifted your leg in between his. when you at last separated, the girl and her boyfriend were gone. it was just the two of you.

osamu looked down at your lips once more before meeting your eyes. "hey."

you laughed breathily, "hey."

"do ya wanna date fer real?"

you answered with another eager kiss.

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