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Bokeh

Pairing: Oikawa x f!Reader WC: 8.7k (i wrote your life story lmao) Genre/Tags: smut, fluff, invisible angst, comfort, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, long distance relationship, sexting, oral (f. receiving), mutual masturbation, use of sextoy, creampie, marriage proposal

Summary: You viewed the world through your viewfinder, tunnel-visioned into composing the image of your design. But by viewing the world through your camera, you couldn't see that you took up the whole space within Oikawa's frame.

A/N: Happy belated, king, my heart’s prince. Plot with a lot of plot, dotted with some p0rn.

For as long as you could remember, it had always been you, Oikawa, and Iwaizumi. Oikawa would do something funny, Iwaizumi would chide him about it, and you would laugh off to the side. While the two of them grew to have their own passions with volleyball, you also found your way to seeing them behind the lens of your camera. Within this handheld machination, capturing light and turning those moments into memories, you sought to preserve the fleeting moments of happiness that the three of you were blessed to grow up with.

Infinity and Beyond

“Do you think you can take pictures of aliens?” Oikawa asked, looking up from his sci-fi novel.

“Hm. If they exist, it’s not impossible," you replied absentmindedly, reviewing the photo you just took. “Increase shutter speed…..”

“Oooh, what if you actually caught photos of ghosts?”

“Maybe?” You were still entirely focused on adjusting the setting on your camera. “Aperture…”

“Oh, I almost forgot, could you take another photo of me?” Oikawa stuck his hand between your face and your camera to get you out of your zone.

“Shut up Boke! Stop distracting her. It’s time to get back to practice!” Iwaizumi scolded. His patience finally wore out, resulting in a good kick to Oikawa’s buttocks.

Snap. Per-fect, you mused to yourself.

You grimaced slightly. Iwaizumi’s kicks were not to be taken lightly. You found your underclassman Kageyama standing beside you, unsure of what to do with the two bickering fools.

You pointed at said pair and told the boy, “Don’t be like that, Kageyama, especially not their language.” You hoped that your influence would steer the boy on a path of goodness and virtue. Although, you would never come to know that your little lecture was going to fall on empty ears as later on; the boy would, in fact, pick up on their language and tones...one-for-one. (Boke, Hinata, Boke!)

You scrutinized your camera and took another test image of Oikawa and Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi didn't care in particular, but Oikawa would happily pose for you. He never complained and you honestly thought he was vain like that, with his cheerful peace signs and quirky smiles.

"Get one of me looking into the distance! Ooh, absentmindedly eating ice cream. Wait, that was full body? No, retake it, I didn't pose!"

"I'm not even keeping these," you reminded him. "I'm just trying to play with the bokeh."

"But why not? I'm good looking..."

“Doesn’t that just mean dumb, like shittykawa here?” Iwaizumi asked in-between bites of ice cream.

You laughed and put your camera away. "No, they just sound the same."

Bokeh was a photography term to describe those aesthetic blurs in the out-of-focus parts of a photo. Usually it was in the background, and with the right tools, it could look mesmerizing and magical. And like bokeh, middle school went by in a blur.

The volleyball team suffered an agonizing defeat against Ushijima’s team. You received an award for “Most Dedicated Member” from the Journalism Club. All the photos that you have taken proved to be important for increasing community attention to the middle school volleyball team, and also boosted its popularity on-campus.

Games were often filled with curious classmates coming to watch the game, hoping to catch a live view of Oikawa's jump serves. No one knew what the true cost behind those magnificent serves was like. Oikawa punished himself with practice until his knee gave out, and you realized you could never really look at a photo of him midair without feeling a slight pang of something.

“Where are you all planning to head for high school?” Iwaizumi asked?

“What Iwa-chan means to ask is, ‘Where WE are going',” Oikawa corrected.

“What do you mean ‘we’? We haven’t even taken the entrance exams yet.”

“I believe our brains well enough, we’ll stick together still...at Seijoh! They have a great volleyball and journalism club! A lot of their alumni have gotten into great programs and opportunities. Not time to break up just yet!” Oikawa declared.

The Great King had spoken, and thus let it be so, for the next three years at Aoba Johsai.

The World is Big, But Our Dreams Are Bigger

You performed well on your high school entrance exam and received an arts scholarship. Both Oikawa and Iwaizumi also performed well on the exam and each received a sports scholarship. You were at first a bit confused why Oikawa didn’t end up going to Shiratorizawa, but he was adamant that he didn’t want to be in the same “dumb team as Ushi-baka” as he would so gently put it. You knew that another reason was because he just couldn’t really bear to part from the group he has grown up so closely with. Besides, Aoba Johsai’s volleyball team wasn’t weak either, like he said. And so, you got used and comfortable with “We” and “Us”.

You found another circle of friends within the Journalism and Media Club. It was a large unit that had its influence from the school bulletin, to the weekly student papers, to the yearbook, and even extended its soft-power onto the student council. Needless to say, it was involved with anything and everything. In that large network, though, you found your little corner with the photography crew responsible for taking all the photos that went into those publications. Sure enough, you were part of the group responsible for documenting campus clubs and athletics.

The day-to-day at Seijoh passed by slowly. You noticed Oikawa and Iwaizumi seemed to grow taller by the day. And you would laugh, hideously, whenever the three of you joked around. Iwaizumi once mentioned that if you were to sell Oikawa's photos at school, you would reap a fortune. You brought up the idea to Oikawa, and expected him to fully agree, while asking for 50% of the revenue. To your surprise, he told you to do whatever you wanted, "as long as you keep a copy for yourself...in case of reprints." And that was how you made all your snack money throughout high school.

Oikawa, with his good looks and personality, easily found his way into a lot of people's "want to date" list. Iwaizumi once asked you if you would want to date Oikawa, considering how nearly half the population at Seijoh were lining up to deliver bentos and snacks and love letters to this boy. You immediately shot the idea down, flustered and embarrassed at the thought.

You vehemently exclaimed, "No way!"

Oikawa heard when he came around the corner. He just laughed and whined, "What, why not?"

You never answered, and instead, turned and walked away in the opposite direction because you felt that if you didn't leave that hallway, your heart was about to burst.

Oikawa never asked why afterwards and Iwaizumi never brought it up again either.

"Are you sure you don't want to be our club manager?" Oikawa asked you while walking home after school. Neither of you had club activities that day.

"No? Do I seem like I want to mom the whole team?"

"But it'll be fun! Makki is sweet and Mattsun is funny. The others are great too! Iwa-chan's there too. And there's me!"

"Sounds like too much trouble. Besides, I already have my club stuff."

Oikawa slumped and followed your footsteps. "But I feel like we don't see you very often anymore!"

"That's because you're dating that girl in the other class," you let slip. It sounded like a complaint and you wish you could take it all back. "I mean, we're just all busy now."

But it was true! You also wanted to argue that you saw Iwaizumi way more than you did of Oikawa. At first it seemed like he was avoiding you, and then before you could figure out why, he announced that he had a girlfriend now (and that she was really cute). What's that got to do with you though.

A week later, Oikawa told you they broke up. It turned out that she dumped him because he spent too much time on volleyball. At least, that was the reason Oikawa told you. Iwaizumi didn't say anything.

You patted Oikawa on the back and told him not to get too bogged down about it all, and how he was popular and all, so he could definitely find someone. Oikawa threw his arms around you and squeezed you tight against him. He was wailing, and you thought that the boy was absolutely distraught, so you hugged him back, whispering words of praise and affirmations. Good riddance, you thought for a moment. Oikawa's hair was soft, and you realized you quite liked the texture when the two of you finally let go, but your hands were already accustomed to running through them.

Sometime after Oikawa's third break-up (this time you and Iwaizumi were completely unfazed), he asked you for a favor.

"Can you please come with me?" he begged, sliding the palms of his hands against one another in prayer. "I'll treat you to dinner after."

You stared at him quizzically, wondering if it was all a scam. And you convinced yourself that the only burst of joy you felt when you heard dinner was because you were a cheapskate and wanted good food.

"What do you need again?"

"I need to babysit Takeru and take him to volleyball class."

It wasn't the first time you met Oikawa's nephew or his older sister. The elder Oikawa was every bit as gorgeous as her little brother: long lashes, soft natural curls, and balanced facial features. Truly both of them won the genetic lottery. Even Takeru was probably going to grow up to become a little heartthrob, like his uncle.

You didn't realize it, but Oikawa picked up a passerby's whispers wondering if Takeru was a younger sibling or a son, to which the other gossiping auntie gasped. He wasn't going to tell you, but he was amused and he let his thoughts wander for just a moment.

You were taking pictures of Takeru, at the request of the boy's mother. You were more than happy to and you found Takeru's little habits to be so similar to his uncle's. You would know, of course you would know. Deep down even knew why, although you could not bring yourself to admit it to anyone else, not even Iwaizumi. You were convinced you especially couldn't tell Iwaizumi.

You viewed the world through your little viewfinder, tunnel-visioned into composing the image of your design. At the same time, that was how you missed the way Oikawa would stare at the tiny crinkles around your closed left eye when you were deep in focus. By viewing the world through your design, you couldn't see that you took up the whole space in Oikawa's frame.

Click.

Oikawa saved the photo he took on his phone into a folder deep within his memory.

All Good Things Come to An End.

“And now I proudly present to you all, family and friends, the graduating class! In remembrance of our beloved school, let us sing our school anthem one last time.”

Dispersed voices came together in unison, drowning out any choked sobs or shaky voices. You snuck out your camera to snap a photo of the now teary eyed Student President, and some of the teachers who stood to the side of the podium.

After the end of the ceremony, you hugged all your club friends, took photos after photos. Portraits, Landscapes, Selfies. It was unknown when, if ever, you’ll all be able to meet together again after that day. And even then, no one would be the same anymore. The fantasy of the high school campus closed its curtains, sealing away all the good times, the bad times—the youthful times.

You said your final goodbyes to the club members and went to look for the volleyball boys. They were first heard before they were found, already sobbing in a group together. Their underclassmen were also there to give gifts and express their congratulations.

“Y/N!” Oikawa exclaimed, seeing you come up, and pulled you into their huddle. “I was wondering where you ran off too.”

“Heh, you’re one to talk. You’re the one leaving us all tomorrow.” Iwaizumi remarked, biting his lip. Tears threatened to fall down his face. The volleyball team already had its own farewell party, but when did saying good-bye actually prepare the heart for parting?

Your smile fell slightly as your eyes bore holes into the ground. That’s right, he was leaving tomorrow.

---

Third year had been a year where all of you got a major reality check. Perhaps you had grown too comfortable and content with Oikawa's presence to even consider a morning where you wouldn't be able to see him down the hallway.

After the painful and disappointing loss against Karasuno, the three of you began to focus on "the future" like all the other peers did. Volleyball and photography time became study sessions in the library as the third-years began to prepare for university entrance exams. None of you had really talked about goals at the time. It was a difficult thing, you felt. Maybe all of you were waiting for someone else to breach the topic first.

You brought it up first, because you had noticed that Oikawa wasn't keeping up with you or Iwaizumi during study sessions. His mind seemed to be occupied with something else. So, when you asked him if everything was alright, Oikawa decided he couldn't keep his secret any longer.

Argentina.

---

When you looked back up, you found Oikawa gazing intensely into your eyes.

“Yea, but it’s not like we’ll lose touch with each other. You’re gonna have to block me after I spam call you at 3 AM.” Oikawa said, eyes not leaving yours.

You felt your throat running dry, unable to follow up with anything witty. You only managed a weak chuckle at Oikawa’s attempt to bring humor into the mood.

“How about we take some photos?” you suggested, redirecting everyone’s attention to the camera you were holding. You double checked the settings, and handed it off to Yahaba to help out.

“Smile!”

Click. Photos.

Click. The only thing you could do.

Click. The only fragments you could hold on to.

Click. The moments you want to last forever.

After photos, the three of you told the families to go home first, and instead headed to the park you three practically grew up in. You laughed as the two boys you grew up with tried to awkwardly fit themselves onto the kiddie slides. Their legs are much too long to actually maneuver around the elementary shapes. Iwaizumi pulled one-armed chin-ups while Oikawa tried to distract him. You crouched with them through the plastic mazes and tried communicating through the talk tubes on either side of the playground. It didn't really work because Oikawa was being too loud and you heard him before his voice even went through the tube.

You were reviewing some of the photos when you found Oikawa and Iwaizumi sitting at the swings, conversing about something you couldn't hear. Oikawa would briefly look at you every now and then, his face slightly flushed,

After spending all this time with him, you had already noticed and seen all of Oikawa Tooru's little ticks and behaviors. And maybe before today, you thought you would be able to see them forever. But there were no forevers and all things had to come to an end.

He’s leaving, he’s leaving, he's leaving.

“Hey, get over here, I’ll take some photos of you two,” Iwaizumi called out to you.

Oikawa wasn't looking at you when you came over and sat down on the swing where Iwaizumi was sitting. You handed over your camera and looked at Oikawa. His ears were burning and his shoulders were shaking.

"Oikawa?"

He didn't respond.

"Crappykawa?" You tried again, "Is everything okay?"

No, he wanted to tell you. No, nothing was okay.

You felt nervousness gnaw away at your insides and didn’t notice that the young man next to you was being tortured even more so. And neither of you noticed Iwaizumi's furrowed brows fall into an exasperated smile as he snapped away at the photos of you and your loving gaze at his best friend. Or the small side-eye Oikawa gave you when you were talking to Iwaizumi instead.

Only Iwaizumi knew. Only he knew, since long before either of you ever even realized it or bothered to admit it. And once you saw the photos, you would probably understand everything. Because the camera wouldn't lie.

You couldn’t sleep at all that night, flipping through photos throughout your hard drive, digging through boxes, and troubleshooting your photo printer.

Meanwhile, Iwaizumi sighed as he listened to Oikawa's circular rambles. Every few minutes, Iwaizumi would ask Oikawa if he was done packing yet, to which Oikawa would huff and complain that Iwaizumi wasn't listening to the point. What was the point? The point was that Oikawa missed his chance, decided he wasn't going to say anything, and was still unsure.

The sun peaked out behind the hills already when you finally finished—a photo book of the best photos you’ve taken of the three of you since the first day you’ve had a camera.

Today was the day. Oikawa was leaving. You and Iwaizumi also got up early to join Oikawa’s parents in sending him to the airport.

Let’s send him off with a smile, you thought.

With so many people around you, you didn't get a chance to talk to him in private. He was in a comfortable outfit and he looked as though he was just going on a weekend trip. It was going to be a trip with many, many weekends. Even if it were just the two of you, you didn't know what to say. You had so much to tell him and also absolutely nothing.

It was Oikawa who broke the silence. "Take care of yourself."

"Yea, I will. You too."

Oikawa took a deep breath, steeling his nerves, in a way he didn't have to before matches anymore.

"So, I guess it's good-bye," you whispered. "You—"

Oikawa took out a small package from his backpack and handed it over to you. "Don't open it until you get home," he instructed. "Do you have something for me?" he asked, peering at the book you had tucked under your other arm.

You handed it over to him. "Yea...I left empty pages too."

Oikawa smiled. "Thanks."

Oikawa didn't know that he had opened his arms out inviting you close until you had stepped forward and hugged him; tightly, like the moments after Oikawa was dumped, all the times matches didn't go the way he wanted, and all other times just because. You didn't register what you were doing until you felt his arms wrap around you and heard his voice right next to your ear. "We'll see each other again. I promise."

"Yea..." You had no idea when again would happen, if ever.

You watched Oikawa go past the security check, watched the boy you grew up with and came to love but couldn't confess to, walk away. His shoulders were broad. They were strong. You knew he must also be nervous, leaving everything he has known behind to start new, but you also believed in him and his dreams.

---

Oikawa hadn't even made it onto the plane yet when he opened the photo book you gave him. He traced the edges where the glue had slightly seeped out the corners of the photos and followed the scribbles of the short descriptions you included. He chuckled over a line where you ran out of ink in the pen you were using and had to switch to another, and at a different line where you failed to spell his name correctly even after crossing it out twice. And in the corner you wrote: ran out of white out lol sorry.

He turned to the blank pages at the end and imagined what sort of life would present itself on those pages. Would you be in them? Could he fill them all with memories?

“Gate B13 now boarding Group 2.” The loudspeaker interrupted the moment. Oikawa packed your gift away and stood up, preparing to line up for boarding. For better or for worse, he was going to Argentina.

“Are you going to say anything to her?” Iwaizumi had asked him at the park. Oikawa was looking at you in the distance, busy taking photos oblivious that you were being talked about.

“I thought about it, but I don’t know. I don’t want to keep her waiting. But I don’t want her with someone else either. I don’t know if I can give her what she deserves,” Oikawa admitted, pulling something out of his pocket to show his best friend.

Iwaizumi glanced at the item and replied, “How about letting her make that call for herself?”

The plane took off, climbing higher and higher. Oikawa peeked out the airplane window and watched his hometown grow smaller and smaller, farther and farther, until everything was swallowed by white clouds. “I hope I made the right choice”.

On the subway home, you wanted nothing more than to grab the small package safely tucked in your backpack and rip it open to see what it was all about. You were getting impatient and antsy.

“Don’t even think about it, you heard what Oikawa said.” Iwaizumi warned you. Why did it sound like he also knew what was going on?

You grumbled and stopped fidgeting. The moment you stepped into your house, you ran up the stairs to your room, and took the package out. The crisp edges of the wrapping paper were evident in how careful Oikawa had packaged it. You thought back to the rushed, botched job of your photo album and furrowed your brows. Turning your attention back to the box, you slowly untucked the wrapping paper, revealing a small box. You lifted the lid off and stared at the contents.

A button. The engravings were undeniably familiar—the crest of Seijoh. It was on every student’s uniform jacket. You noticed a folded letter beneath the button and carefully slipped it out to read the contents. It was addressed to you and your fingertips were already tracing the strokes that made up your name. Oikawa had such pretty handwriting, and you never grasped just how beautiful your name looked in his penmanship.

I probably should have given this to you in person. But I really didn’t have the guts to do so, and I wasn’t sure if you would just start crying like a baby again. Seriously one of these days your sobs will drown your camera! I don’t know how you’ll respond...forgive me for being a coward and running away to the other side of the globe! Don’t miss me all the time! Just a little bit sometimes, I hope you'll think of me when you see this button. In case you’re wondering, it’s not just a spare I had laying around. I like you, I'm sorry I waited until now to tell you.

You picked up the button and ran your hand across the detailing, as tears began to well and stream down your face. It was the second button on his uniform. A confession.

You liked him too. It had always been there, always been mutual.

Feelings left from graduation haven’t subsided yet. Feelings from saying goodbye to one of you adored haven’t faded. And no matter how many drafts you formulated on your phone to send to him, it was too late now. He was going to be on the other side of the world.

“Shittykawa, you fucker. How many hours do I have to wait before you’ll even be able to see the message”. You wondered, burying your face further into your pillow. You wondered if the two of you were, despite mutual feelings, simply never going to be.

Five-Hundred Twenty-five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes

Right after the call you had with Oikawa and somehow became a "thing", Oikawa panic-called Iwaizumi and asked if it was going to be a bad idea. The two of you were on either side of the world, he was going to be so busy with practice, and you were going to meet plenty of new people on campus. Iwaizumi groaned and did his best to appease his friend, analyzing worst and best case scenarios. Internally, Iwaizumi was pulling his own hair out, frustrated. Just frustrated. He even gave Hanamaki and Matsukawa a heads up to be careful should Oikawa call them.

"Be prepared. He won't let you hang up. Not even for you to take a shit."

You didn't feel anything different being in a relationship with Oikawa. With him so far away, each call was more like catching-up with a friend rather than a boyfriend (you've known him for so long after all), but slowly, you grew used to this long-distance dynamic. There weren't many hours in a day when both of you were awake, and between the busy schedules of both of you, time together was especially scarce. And because it was scarce, it was precious.

There was that one time you fell asleep on video call with him. Oikawa was talking and soon realized you stopped responding, snoring softly without a care in the world. When you opened your eyes, it was because you heard yells coming from your laptop telling you to wake up or you would be late for class. That was when you realized, looking at the total call time, that Oikawa hadn't hung up.

Another time, you showed him a tour of your campus when the cherry blossoms bloomed. As you held your camera out and panned around the shower of pink petals, you told him that one day you two would come here together. Oikawa told you there was a Japanese garden in Argentina, the Buenos Aires Japanese Garden, and that the cherry blossoms there were just like home. He told you that one day he would show you around that place, and insisted that it was a great photo spot. Through the camera, Oikawa showed you the seasons of Argentina and you fed him the flavors of home.

You were once in the middle of changing when you saw that Oikawa sent you a photo. He was shirtless on the sand, drink in hand looking like a beach model. You couldn't help but zoom in on the picture to look at how toned his abs had become, blinking at the faint hairs that made up a happy trail, disappearing into the waistband of his shorts. He was...so hot. And you want him to know how much you wanted him at that moment.

You pulled your skirt down and knelt down in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, throwing the weight of your body to the left and to the right, finding an angle you felt the best in.

Click. You knew you looked good.

Click. And you knew how to work the lighting to your best favor.

Oikawa, on the other side of the world, nearly spat his drink out when he saw the photos you sent over to him. He sputtered and felt his hands turn into goo as his brain short-circuited for a moment at the sensuous expressions and poses within the dimensions of his phone. His teammate asked him if he was okay and Oikawa just shrugged and said "yea I'm okay". Only he would know, he was absolutely not okay, and soon pulled out a beach towel to cover the straining bulge pressing against his shorts.

He glanced at his phone, half-worried that someone else was going to see. You didn't send anything afterwards and Oikawa was left thirsty for more.

Holy shit 😳

When you came out of your shower and checked your phone again, you saw the message and accompanying photos. A newfound burst of shy and excited giggles bubbled from your chest.

You were laying on your side, cradling the phone connected to the charger. Oikawa smiled when he saw you yawn on the video call.

"Had a good night's sleep?"

"Yea," but I wish you were here or something. "How was practice? Did you have dinner yet?"

"I just saw the moon after practice, it's so bright and luminous tonight!"

You rolled onto your stomach. "I know, I saw it yesterday."

Oikawa laughed and ran his hand through the hair you wanted to touch so badly. "So I'm a thing of the past, for you, huh?"

"Stop, that's so stupid, no."

"I'll catch up to you. Next month."

"What?"

"I'm going to visit home next month to sort out some visa stuff."

Oikawa came back to visit for the first time in December. You left class early to meet him at the airport. Iwaizumi told you that he had an exam and would meet up for dinner instead. While you checked the monitors for the status of his plane, you saw countless people meeting with their loved one. Some ran up to each other, hugging, kissing...They took the luggage for their others and walked hand in hand, catching up about their lives. You wondered how you should react when you saw Oikawa. Would he be excited to see you? This was the first time seeing him in person as his girlfriend. How much enthusiasm was enough and not overbearing?

You didn't have time to figure that out because suddenly your vision went dark.

"W-what?" Your hands flew up to your face and felt the hands covering your eyes.

"Guess who~" a teasing voice sounded next to your ear. His voice rang so clear, unlike the way it would warp over the phone. And you could feel his breath on your cheeks. Real, hot air.

You turned around and faced him, processing the man who stood in front of you. He was even taller than when he left. Hair a bit shorter than before, but the same beautiful eyes sparkled at you. Suddenly, you felt shy and deferred back to the old way you would address him. "Oikawa."

"Tooru," he blurted out.

"Huh?" You felt your throat turn dry and your heart pound.

"Well because...I'm your boyfriend right?" You already called him Tooru over the phone before, what happened? Oikawa felt the word boyfriend roll awkwardly off his tongue. He had introduced himself as so-and-so's boyfriend countless times before, but telling you in-person...declaring himself as your boyfriend made it all feel so different. He wondered if you would accept him as such, considering he wasn't there with you for the first few months. Have you met someone else? Were you not happy? He was too scared to find out.

"Do you have all your bags, Tooru?"

"Huh?" It was now his turn to blank.

"Let's go."

"Oh."

The first few steps were awkward as Oikawa tried to match your strides. But it didn't take long before the two of you walked on the same beat and Oikawa felt the surge of confidence to reach for your hand. You smiled and laced your fingers with his, feeling his physical presence with you. It felt long overdue and new, but it felt right.

You traced his tan lines; he had several of them, the one on his collarbone and those curving in next to his chest. There was one that was horizontal at his waistline. When your hand roamed over, palming the outline of his cock, he groaned and tilted your face towards him so he could kiss his passions away.

"You're beautiful."

For such a long time, you were the vision of his daydreams, and the temptation of his nights. He couldn't believe that the body he got to hold, the supple flesh that would quiver under his lips belonged to you. Your skin was warm and real.

"So sweet, thank you for the meal," Oikawa whispered before kissing and suckling your clit.

His fingers dipped into you, curling just the way to have your whole body shudder. Your fingers remembered the feeling of Oikawa's hair. While they were entangled within those locks, you felt your whole body squirm, as you rasped and moaned his name, creaming all over his tongue.

Being with Oikawa in-person almost scared you, because you suddenly realized the extent of your attachments to him. You didn't want to think about the day after, when he was going to have to leave again, only wanting to let the current moment linger for as long as possible.

Your hands tightly held onto his biceps as he inched his length into you, stretching your pussy open around his girth. It felt so good to have him filling you, feeling so close and tight, his warmth blended with your wetness.

His kisses were tantalizing and slow, coaxing your soft lips open so you could taste how much he missed you, wanted you.

"T-Tooru, Tooru—" you pleaded out to him as he thrust into you over and over again. Oikawa swung your legs over his shoulders and pressed your knees to your chest, sinking even deeper. The tip of his cock prodded that delicious, spongy spot, making you cry out his name as if those were the only syllables you knew. Each time his hips rutted against you, all the more closer and ever so tighter, you squeezed around him. His desperate pants sounded next to your ears and hot breath mixed in the same space as yours.

When you cuddled next to him, body tucked perfectly with his, you knew that the upcoming good-bye was going to be even more painful than the last. You counted your breaths with the rise and fall of his chest and dreamed of a time you two wouldn't have to part. Oikawa was thinking the same. He adjusted your head position carefully so you wouldn't wake up with a sore neck. His touch was so delicate as to not wake you from your slumber. Although he felt the pull of sleep, he didn't want to if it could mean holding you for a moment longer.

As though one good-bye with your lover wasn't enough, your other best-friend told you he was going to fly across the Pacific as well. After Iwaizumi left for California to continue his studies, you looked at your circumstances and wanted to do the best you could. But the internship you were so close to landing didn't happen and the subsequent interview resulted in silence. You knew you just had to keep working hard and keep trying, the same way Oikawa and Iwaizumi were both working towards their ambitions.

It was just a bad day and on a day like that, you missed Oikawa even more. Seeing the happy couples huddled together on the streets made you cross your arms tighter, imagining the arm around you was someone else's.

You didn’t want him to know, because he probably missed everyone more, being alone in a new place. So on video, you hid behind a pillow you were hugging and the dim lights. You thought he wouldn't notice anything. But he did.

“Are you crying?” he asked incredulously and partly wondered if he had done something to make you upset.

You whimpered and sniffled.

His normally exciting voice slowed into a gentle stream. "Baby, what happened? Can you tell me?"

“I miss you Tooru," you mumbled, burying your face into the pillow. "I want to see you again."

Argentina was exactly 12 hours behind Japan. Time conversion was so easy, but the distance in-between wasn’t quite as simple. Oikawa felt powerless when he heard and saw you break down on the other side of the screen. He had no practice that day, a whole day to himself, but even then he could not visit you. He hated himself for it.

You only realized that you had fallen asleep when you opened your eyes and found sunlight filtering through the blinds.

"Morning."

You rubbed your eyes, thinking you must be crazy to hear Oikawa's voice first thing in the morning.

"Mwua, that's your good morning kiss."

You finally looked at your laptop, still on since the call last night. The timer in the corner showed that the total call time was 6 hours, 42 minutes, 38 seconds and counting.

"Tooru? You didn't hang up again?"

"No, I creepily watched you sleep. Your little snores are so cute." He saw you looking at him and brought up a fork of his dinner to the camera. "Say ahh."

You smiled. "Ahh."

He grinned and swallowed it all in one bite. It was such a silly game, but it made you feel happy and connected. Later that day you received a series of screenshots Oikawa took of you while you were sleeping, all decorated with sparkly bokeh frames and sappy filters. He even edited one of himself "sleeping" right next to you.

Oikawa knew he could've done a better job, but he also knew you would definitely laugh at his poor photo skills. He was right. You laughed. And he heard it in his heart, 12 hours away.

Despite the difficult moments, you also found strength. You made new friends and learned new skills as you worked hard on your studies. The poster advertising Spanish lessons caught you eye and you even began dreaming and planning. Oikawa was just as excited and the two of you even spent video dates helping one another. It felt as though each new vocab learned belonged to both of you.

Occasionally, you met up with Oikawa's older sister and hung out with Takeru at the park. You took a photo of him and smiled upon seeing the boy's eyes sparkle when he played volleyball. Takeru reminded you of your Tooru. Oikawa's sister saw your adoring gaze and thought about her younger brother. Having watched you, Tooru, and Hajime grow up, she thought of all of you as her younger siblings. And she only wanted the best and the happiest for all of you. Deep down, she already had a feeling that if you weren't already family, you were definitely going to be. One day.

In fact, Takeru would refer to you as "aunt" when talking about you in private already. Once, Takeru even let that slip out during a voice-call with Oikawa, saying, "Auntie is the best, I love her so much". Oikawa's sister then saw how her younger brother laughed, eyes waning into crescents and cheeks flushed. She told him that he should really consider where he wanted this relationship to go. His serious response and his unshaken voice held the same conviction when he had announced to the family over the dinner table that he was going to go to Argentina. And he certainly went to Argentina.

Your phone shook in your tight grip as you drew circles on your clit. Your toes were curling and digging into the sheets while your eyes were fixed on the lit-up screen, looking at Oikawa's body tremble. His face was flushed red, as he continued to pump his cock in-front of his camera. His thigh muscles would flex then relax and tighten once more.

"Let me hear you too, let me hear your voice."

His voice was needy and desperate. With the speaker near your ear, you imagined him right next to you, his cock, pressed up in your cunt, stretching you open. You mewled and rocked the dildo in, pressing the silicone head against your g-spot. The squelches from the lube and your own arousal were picked up by the mic and Oikawa fisted himself faster, imagining your tight walls clenching around him.

"Tooru, ah, I want your cock in me. Fuck—" You let go briefly, panting and catching your breath for a moment. You glanced at Oikawa on the screen, biting his bottom lip to muffle his moans and grunts. You could see how his hips bucked into his hands, the tip of his cock red and dripping.

You let go of the phone and used that hand to rub your clit while you thrust the dildo in and out with the other, chasing the edge.

"Cum with me, Tooru. Gonna cum—"

He moaned your name, trailing the last syllables in a quiet whine. His movements became faster, more erratic, until he emptied his load across his abdomen, covering his hands with sticky, white fluid. While you came down from your high, you watched Oikawa wipe himself of his cum that you wished were spurt into you instead.

You sipped some water and told him that, earning a series of flustered stutters, laughs, and a low growl asking you to be responsible for the cock that was hard again. You laughed and told him that in a few months, you would personally come to Argentina to suck him off. He thought it was a funny joke, until he realized that you were being very much serious.

"But doesn't the semester start then?"

"Idiot, did you forget? I was studying Spanish to come to Argentina for junior-year abroad."

"Oh my god, I forgot..I'm sorry about that. Wait, so..."

You smiled. "Tooru, my love, see you soon."

Oikawa's elation made your grin even wider.

"Can't wait to bounce on your dick," you teased. "Okay, I gotta go shower and head out. Bye!"

"HEY! That was so—" You hang up, laughing at how Oikawa must be feeling at that moment.

You quickly received a flurry of pictures and messages. A photo of his erection with an angry face drawn on the tip demanding for you to help made you cackle as you kicked your feet and rolled around on your mattress. And the messages that followed had your cheeks feeling hot and body excited for Argentina. For him.

On Top of the World

This time, Oikawa waited for you at the internationals arrival area. He couldn't sleep the night before, tracking the location of your plane every other hour. His teammates had to tell him to shut-up the nth time he mentioned, "Hey did I tell you my girlfriend is coming tomorrow?" He arrived at the airport a whole hour early, flowers in hand, he was going to dip you into a kiss like the movies.

The status on the board changed, your plane landed. Oikawa paced around the waiting area, impatient and excited. He had dinner plans all thought out, his apartment was all cleaned out, he had so much to tell you so much to hear from you.

He saw you on the small monitor showing passengers leaving customs. Oikawa made sure he was standing at the front, dead-center. You couldn't possibly miss him. You didn't miss him. When you turned around the corner of the white walls, the first face you saw was him and your face lit up.

"Tooru!" You let go of the large suitcase you carried, strides widening as you practically jumped into his arms. His body was solid and real, you couldn't help but think: this is what happiness is like.

Oikawa told you about the shops he frequented often, pointed out landmarks that you’ve seen in photobooks, and gladly got down low to capture your best angles for photos. Cityscapes merged with classical architecture. Asphalt transformed into winding, stone-paved paths. Food was in every corner and the musical sounds of Buenos Aires echoed, flowing through the empty spaces, breathing the city with life. Through Oikawa’s stories, you saw Argentina through his lens. You could almost imagine him a few years ago, barely nineteen, wandering through these maze-like streets alone.

At night, you and Oikawa were at a local bar he would frequent. Across the street, a musician played out a rhythmic tune, the strong tango beat absolutely thralling and infectious. A pair of street dancers took to the center, arms linked, feet in sync. Their steps were quick, accurate, and full of vigor. It was a sort of synthesis between musician and dancers; and the push and pull of the dancing partners, a dialogue of passion. You were so mesmerized by their movements, you didn’t even take out your camera to capture this scene. But Oikawa already captured an image of you instead.

One the way back to Oikawa’s apartment, you mentioned the dance to him, how the male dancer’s fluid movements were so graceful yet grounded at the same time, and the female dancer whose footwork seemed so effortless and sharp.

“We can too!” He laughed and raised your hand above your head to twirl you around on the old, empty streets of Buenos Aires. Oikawa didn’t know how to tango. He didn’t know how to dance, but his arm rested gently on your waist, already familiar with the contours of your body. And your breath was in tune with his.

Living with Oikawa also came with its own set of challenges. You had your classes at the university and an internship to head off to. He had his practice with his team. Both of you were busy individuals and on top, had lived alone for quite some time.

“Where’s the toilet paper?”

“Y/N, did you forget and put my jersey in the dryer again…”

At some point, your habits and his rituals clashed and grated. What did you expect?

“Why are you taking so long?”

“Fuck! Tooru, toilet seat down after you piss.”

As much as you wanted to rip his pretty head off, he probably wanted to kick you in the shins too.

“What do you want for dinner?”

“Anything.”

“Matambre?”

“Not feeling it.”

“Sushi?”

“Didn’t we have that two nights ago?”

“Okay, so what do you want for dinner?”

“Anything’s fine.”

“Oh. My. God. Okay, I’m picking then.”

“Wait. Actually, let’s just get burgers.”

“...”

Often, it was really stupid. And an hour later, both of you would feel even dumber for arguing about it in the first place. But just like how water running over rocks would polish the surface into pebbles, time together taught you about him and taught him about you.

It occurred to you one day that the juice container in the fridge always had juice. And when you reached into the cabinet, the first one you would find would be the mug you always loved to use.

Oikawa would wake up from a nap, yawning, but still dragging himself to the kitchen to fix a snack, only to find his favorite already on the counter with a note attached. He would tell himself that the lightbulb in the bathroom blew again and that he would have to add that to the to-do list after the stressful competition. But when he went into the bathroom, the lights lit brighter than ever.

Somehow, new habits started forming and new rituals became the norm.

Oikawa’s hands trailed from your hips to your ass, kneading the soft flesh and stabilizing you as you fucked yourself on his cock. Your hands were planted on his abs, fingertips digging into the ridges of his muscles. Oikawa drove his hips up to meet you, driving the tip deeper within each time his skin slapped against yours. Perspiration dotted your hairline as your breasts continued to jiggle and bounce from your movements, wet squelches echoing off the apartment walls.

Oikawa loved seeing you ride him like this, displaying your whole body and desires for him. He thought your silhouette in the dim light was so incredibly beautiful and erotic. You seemed surreal, almost like a seductress in a dream, but your soft, pliant body and your delicious mewls told him you were very much right there with him.

His thumb came over to your clit to rub the sensitive nub, making your whole body shudder.

“Ah, Tooru!” You felt the pads of his fingertips draw out wave after wave of pleasure, each stronger than the last. Oikawa seemed to sparkle between your tear-stained vision. His flushed face and messy yet perfect hair melted into blurs.

“That’s it. Fuck, you feel so good—”

You collapsed onto his torso, arms linking around his neck. Feeling your weight on him gave him so much comfort and reassurance. His lips captured yours in a searing kiss, and he pulled your body close, pressing you tight against him. While Oikawa held you, feeling your breasts push against him with every breath you took, he thought he could feel your heartbeat against his own.

Oikawa mercilessly pounded into you beyond your orgasm. Your hands gripped his hair and you rasped into the breathy kiss as you felt Oikawa’s cock twitch before he came hard, filling you with his seed.

Oikawa still couldn’t believe he could have you all to himself for a whole year in Argentina. It seemed like a long time, but each moment with you seemed to fly by faster than he had ever expected. In a blink of an eye weeks have passed already and he tried hard not to think about “later”.

His lips pressed butterfly kisses on your brow, your taste both salty and sweet. He mumbled his adoration for you through his breaths. They were just words, but Oikawa poured himself truthfully into every syllable. By action or by words, he did everything to make sure you knew. Oikawa Tooru didn’t just half-ass things. If he were to love you, he would love you all the way.

“Yes Tooru, I love you too,” you murmured against his lips while relaxed on his body. His cock was still resting in your, comfortable and tucked between your tight muscles; the same way your body fit perfectly right between Oikawa’s arms.

In the darkened room, with just the noise of cars from the streets outside, and the whirr of the fridge from the kitchen, a real thought crossed your mind and his.

Forever. A real forever.

It was a month and a half before you had to go back to Japan. The two of you were lazing on a picnic blanket on the open grass-field. Oikawa was telling you about practice and what the season was going to be like. Then the conversation became about the faucet that was leaking in his apartment and the boiler that the landlord still hadn't gotten fixed yet. You mentioned your thoughts about the other apartments that Oikawa was considering upgrading to: not glamorous by any means, but just a smidge better and closer to the training gym.

You handed a pastafrola to Oikawa and took one for yourself. The lattice design and the rich, colorful filling was sweet and delicious. They were made by a grandpa who lived a floor below Oikawa. He would often give the two of you his baked goods and snacks. And there were also the other people who lived along that neighborhood street you came to call friends. A year was a long time, and a whole year with Oikawa made you feel like Buenos Aires could be home. Because you found home with Tooru. And Tooru found home in you.

The summer night was like when you had first arrived. The night was long and endless. The sound of the street band could be heard in the distance. While laying on the blanket, gazing at the stars that were starting to come out, you felt Oikawa's hands reach for yours. You liked playing with his fingers. They were long, strong yet delicate and gentle. He wove his finger with yours and called out your name. You turned to look at him, the shape of him still visible in the low lights.

"Let's get married."

"Okay." You didn't even register what he suggested. Oikawa couldn't begin to describe how he felt when you said "okay" so nonchalantly. It took a lot out of him to muster out his courage to propose this and it sounded like you were agreeing to have take-out for dinner. He was too nervous to even bring out the photo book you had gifted to him when he first left Japan...the photo book with the remaining pages filled with his pictures of you.

"I picked out the ring we saw last time..." he suggested, trying to gauge your reaction, "if it doesn't fit, or if you don't like it, we can figure out something else..."

"Okay." That's when it hit you, and things started to click together, just barely. Oikawa could sense your breath becoming quicker and he felt a surge of bravery come over him.

"Marry me," he said again. He was asking you to be in the same picture as him moving forward. This time louder. This time clearer. "Would you let me have the honor of becoming your husband?"

Tooru. Husband.

"Tooru..." your voice wavered slightly before you composed yourself. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you."

And with your permission, Oikawa Tooru felt as though he was on top of the world.

The band on your finger felt cool, the sensation on your lips was soft, and your heart filled with too many emotions. Up above, the stars seemed to blur together like fragments of bokeh.

#oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader smut #oikawa smut #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu smut #oikawa tooru #emi.freshtea #🍵.oikawa #rip i didn't make it on time #this was a multichap wip from oct 2020 #and lemme tell you the first draft fic evar i know special moments eh #had an outline of multichaps for bokuto oikawa and kuroo but ended up writing out bokuto's #did a spinoff drabble on my main #and finally got a chance to smash this bb out yayyyy #im kinda proud of this oneeee #even though i totally cut out so much of the last half HAHAHAHAHAAH #he is king and my heart's prince

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