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teamatsumu · 5 months
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kinktober 2023 -> day 23
voyeurism - kageyama tobio x reader x oikawa tooru
word count: 1167
warnings: smut, fingering, swearing, slight humiliation
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Kageyama had known ever since Middle School that Oikawa was leagues above him in every sense.
He was a better volleyball player, and a better team player as well. He could work with people he didn’t like without letting it hinder the team play. He could set to anyone perfectly and make it seem effortless. His serves were miles above Kageyama’s in terms of power and control too. But none of that had ever upset Kageyama for too long. It was a motivator. Surpassing Oikawa had become his goal. And so he took Oikawa more as a teacher than as a rival.
Years later, it seemed Kageyama was still learning from his senpai, though now it was in fields other than volleyball.
“Pay attention, Tobio-chan.” Oikawa’s voice was as smooth and buttery as ever. “Don’t let your focus stray. I won’t help you over and over, y’know? My time is precious, after all.”
His words and tone were dismissive, but his actions stated otherwise. His posture was alert and present as he curled his torso over your back, one strong arm wrapped around your waist to hold you in place where you sat in his lap, caged by his legs, back to him. And his fingers were eager as they glided through the wetness between your legs, almost teasing as his fingertips tapped playfully at your clit, making you jump. Kageyama watched with interest at how you reacted to Oikawa’s touches, how any little brush on his hand would send your eyes rolling in your head or your mouth dropping open.
When Kageyama had mentioned over a regular dinner at your shared apartment that Oikawa would be coming over to show him how to properly have sex with you, you had choked on your bite and spent the next ten minutes wheezing and dry heaving over the sink while he patted your back, confused by how outrageous your reaction was. You had screamed at him in panic, asking him what the fuck was wrong with him, and had to sit him down and explain to him that this was not the way to improve your sex life.
“But Oikawa-san is better at it than me!” He had countered. “He always had a girlfriend in high school. And even now. He’s surrounded by girls-”
“Those are fangirls, Tobio!” You shrieked. “He’s not sleeping with all of them!”
“Regardless, I know he can help. He turned my life around with the advice he gave me in high school. I wouldn’t be the player I am without it.”
It had taken some convincing, and a few days of thinking on your part, but you had finally agreed after asking him a million times if he was sure he was okay with this. Kageyama was adamant he was, and he still stood by it. Watching this here, now, a small thrill ran down his torso and settled as a knot in his lower stomach. Made his dick twitch.
You whined when Oikawa put just the tip of his middle finger into your hole, swirling it a bit teasingly before pulling out again. Your legs were shaking with the effort of keeping them open, making sure Kageyama got a good view of what was happening between them. It was an order Oikawa had given you at the very start (‘Don’t you let those legs close, Y/N-chan. How can Tobio-chan learn when he can’t see what he’s supposed to be doing?’), and Kageyama marveled at the fact that you had yet to disobey him, no matter how hard it may seem for you to comply. You had submitted to Oikawa, in a way you had never submitted to him.
Kageyama didn’t take offense to it. As with volleyball, he shouldered responsibility for your reactions. If you were reacting this way to his senior but not him, he was obviously doing something wrong. And here he was, seated before you, watching your naked figure lean back on Oikawa, covered in a thin layer of sweat, eyes glistening with unshed tears as Oikawa teased you relentlessly, playing your body as if it were a string instrument. Kageyama licked his lips as he watched your juice wet his senpai’s fingers, wetter than he had ever seen you.
Your legs twitched and tensed when Oikawa finally slid a finger into your heat, a relieved sigh escaping you, hips pushing down on his hand insistently. Kageyama’s sharp eyes tracked every movement, comparing it to how you were with him, noting every difference and feeling amazed by the results.
“Oikawa-san,” you breathed, your tone pleading. “Please, more.”
You sounded so greedy. Kageyama’s dick gave a painful throb.
Oikawa hummed as if in thought. He had a sharp little smirk playing on his face, eyes moving from your heaving chest up to meet Kageyama’s, making him sit up a bit.
“What do you think, Tobio-chan? Should I give her more?”
Kageyama gulped. “Yes?”
Oikawa tutted. “Wrong answer.”
You let out a little sob at his words, one hand reaching to circle around Oikawa’s wrist. Oikawa made a warning sound.
“Hands off, princess. You know the rules.”
Your hands immediately shot away, twisting in the bedsheets under you instead. Your breaths were heavy, broken moans leaving your lips as Oikawa’s one finger worked inside you. Kageyama watched on with intrigue. One finger and you were already a mess. It usually took Kageyama much more. You had also obeyed Oikawa with little to no resistance when he had told you to keep your hands off him.
So much information. So much he could work with in the future.
Oikawa was watching him with sharp eyes, smirking as if he knew exactly what had clicked inside Kageyama. His arm around your waist tightened.
“It seems our little genius has made a mental breakthrough, Y/N-chan.” He drawled. “Which means you get to have a reward.”
You gasped when Oikawa sank another finger into your cunt and immediately started pumping them into you at a fast pace. Your back arched, legs separating more as if inviting him further in, eyes screwing shut as you cried through it. Kageyama watched with wide eyes, not blinking, not wanting to miss even a single thing. His breath seemed to be suspended in his throat, his mouth dry, dick so hard and throbbing it nearly made him black out, and when you screamed through your orgasm, gushing over his senpai’s fingers and shaking in his tight hold, Kageyama felt like one single touch on his own cock would make him cum on the spot too.
Your legs trembled and shook as you slumped back on Oikawa’s body, sighing in bliss as he cooed over you, careful hands running over your bare inner thighs as if to calm you down. Oikawa held up one finger, grinning over to where Kageyama sat, looking so wrecked it looked like he was the one doing all the work.
“That was lesson one. Let’s move on to the next one, shall we?”
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babysbreath · 3 months
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➶ oikawa tooru x reader
➶ fluff
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Oikawa loves these small parties. They feel personal, an evening to pause and relax in between busy schedules. 
A few of his friends are talking to you in front of a wall plastered with polaroids, pointing out familiar faces and funny poses in the photos. One of Oikawa’s roommates had the idea to take a polaroid of everyone who visited their shared apartment and it proved to be quite the attraction.
You laugh, shaking your head, at something one of his friends said. They turn around, eyes scanning the living room until they land on Oikawa. 
“Hey, come over for a second,” they call out. 
When he’s finally there, one of them asks, pointing at the polaroid of you. “When you took this photo of her, didn’t you already have a crush on her?” 
Tongue poking into the side of his cheek, he slowly realises that he’s walked into a challenging situation. He turns to gauge your reaction and you’ve got the biggest grin on your face. Oh, so you’re enjoying this. 
“Come on, that was what- almost two years ago?” He points at his roommate on the couch,  “She was just one of his friends at the time.” 
His response comes out calmly, like he’s unaffected by the question. Or like he’s practised it enough to sound casual.
“You didn’t say ‘no’ though.” They won’t back down easily. 
He knows they’re trying to get him to admit that he took way too long to ask you out. You take a sip of your drink, purposely peering at him over the rim of the glass. 
He straightens his shoulders, trying not to break into a grin.
 “Just 6 months ago, I started to like a certain someone-” 
Someone grumbles audibly. Probably you. Nevertheless, he continues.
“-and like any reasonable adult, I waited a few days before I asked her out.”
A friend slaps his back, cackling at his expense. “Sure, sure. You definitely liked her back then but you were too scared to make a move.” 
He sighs and he feels laughter bubbling at the back of his throat. His tongue still prods at his cheek, almost letting out a chuckle.
He can’t afford to be betrayed by his own body so he clears his throat, adopting a straight face to say, “Why does it even matter? We’re together now, aren’t we?”  
To demonstrate this, he pulls you closer by the waist, hoping the action will put all these questions to rest. The fact that you’re leaning into him is an added bonus. You rest your head on his chest, sighing contentedly before you look at his friends. 
“He’s lying,” you declare, and you can practically feel Oikawa’s face whip towards you.
The group erupts into cheers, unable to contain their excitement at the look of disbelief on Oikawa’s face. 
“How do you know?”
“He’s twisting his mouth. See?” You point at his lips and then at his cheek. “He sticks his tongue to the side of his cheek when he’s trying not to laugh. Obviously, he’s trying not to laugh because he’s lying.”
He frowns at you, pout immediately put on display since you’ve decided to reveal all his secrets. 
“That’s a damning allegation,” he groans. 
“They deserve to know the truth, babe.” You plant a kiss on his cheek, momentarily healing his wounded pride, before you walk away to mingle with others. 
He turns back to his friends, and by the looks on their faces, he’s never going to live this down. 
The conversation soon turns to the polaroid camera itself. 
One of his roommates chimes in. 
“It’s somewhere in the apartment. At least, I hope so.” 
Oikawa hadn’t even realised that the camera had been lost. He makes a mental note to look for it in his room, just in case. 
However, his mind is too preoccupied with other things at the moment, like looking around for you. He tries not to make it obvious but once the crowd dwindles down, he spots you by his bedroom door and makes a beeline for it. 
You look surprised as you enter the room with him. “Hi, again. Also, I think I left my phone on your bed.”
He moves the pillows around as you scan the room for your belongings. 
“Wait, it might have fallen through this gap,” he says, pointing at the space between his bed and the wall. After getting a good grip on the corner of the bed frame, he pulls it away from the wall, showing almost no sign of exertion. You peek at the flex of his muscles, silently thanking his volleyball career, before peeking past him at the spot where your phone should be. He hands your phone to you before reaching down again. 
“Oh look, it’s the polaroid camera.”
You scrunch up your nose, handing him a tissue to wipe the dust off. 
“Why’s it there?”
“No clue. It probably rolled under the bed.”
You hum. “Ah okay, I’m gonna leave then.” 
You lean towards him, hoping to quickly kiss him goodbye, but he firmly holds you in place.
“I just got an idea.”
He feels your body slump in his hold, in an attempt to plop down on the bed. You whine something halfheartedly about wanting to go home, an arm draped over your eyes for dramatic flair. He laughs inwardly at the mannerisms you’re clearly picking up from him.
“It’ll just take a minute. Come on.”
You peek at him from underneath your arm, only to see that he’s already got his eyes on you. He pulls you up with the utmost care and then holds the instant camera at arm’s length.
Noticing your confused expression, he shrugs. “What? We don’t have a polaroid picture together.”
Satisfied with his own explanation, he holds you by the chin and turns your face towards his. His lips part slightly and it finally hits you. Warmth blossoms in your chest as you press your lips against his, chin still resting between his fingers as the camera clicks. He lets you go, a smile lingering on both your faces. The whirring of the picture being printed snaps you out of your daze. 
“Let it develop then I’m keeping it.” Oikawa places it on his bedside table and then starts getting up when he feels his sleeve being pulled back lightly. 
“You’re keeping it? I don’t get one?”
“Do you want another picture or do you just want another kiss?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, like the mature adult he is. 
You let your gaze fall to his mouth. “Maybe both.” 
You tilt your face to meet his, as he pulls you in. Fingers wrap around your waistline, cold as they rest on your exposed midriff. 
You can barely hear his voice over the music from the living room.
 “Cute top, by the way.”
You giggle. “I knew you'd like it. So predictable.”
He huffs. You squish his cheeks between your palms before he pins your hands to the side and steals a peck. All his attention is on you and he makes sure you know that, deepening each kiss till you’re gasping for breath.
He leans back and mutters, forcing your weight to shift towards him. “I think we’ll get tired of it, if we kiss too much.”
Before he can even think about the action, his tongue subconsciously presses against the inside of his cheek. He’s having fun with this game.
You smile, the same way he does when he’s got the upperhand. The same way that tells him that he likes you a lot.
You tap the side of his cheek with your finger.
 “Liar.” 
The liar gets kissed, again and again. He never gets tired of it.
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sunflowerrosewood · 1 month
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Falling and Confessing Headcanon ~ Oikawa Tooru
Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.
On to the headcanon!
Falling for you
~When Oikawa fell for you, it was sudden for him
~He did not expect to fall for anyone especially a manager at Karasuno
~He didn't notice you at first as he was so focused on his rivalry with Kageyama
~He actually got so focused that when he spiked the ball and it landed near you, you yelped loudly. That broke his concentration
~Both of you froze as you two met eye contact. You quickly picked up the ball and brought it over.
~Sugawara was making sure you were okay as well as Hinata. You were saying you were fine just that it scared you
~Oikawa did not break his stare at you until Iwaizumi smacked his head. He proceeded to glare at Iwaizumi and come over to his coach for Aoba Johsai to talk
~But from that day on, you stuck in his head. Those big e/c eyes. Your yelp that showed the tone of your voice
~He tried to talk to you after the practice match but immediately Tanaka and Hinata were on bodyguard duty
~Even when he did get a moment to talk to you, you did not fall for his charm. You were just friendly and moved on
~Which led him to wonder about you and wanting to learn more
~The wondering became a crush when he would notice you at Karasuno matches and how you would wave at him but still not fall head over heels for him
Confessing
~After Aoba Johsai won against Karasuno, he saw you again. You were trying to cheer up Karasuno after the match
~They were down in the dumps while you tried to remain positive
~He decided to talk to you for a bit as Karasuno was leaving and you went to the bathroom
~You stopped and chatted with him for a bit before saying you needed to hurry off and get back with Karasuno
~Oikawa decided that day that if he saw you again, he would confess to you - no matter what
~The next match was the Spring High qualifying match. Aoba Johsai and Karasuno would go against each other once again
~Oikawa made a note that if he saw you, he would ask you out
~And as if luck would have it, there you were helping the other managers with the team getting them ready
~You were doing your best to cheer Karasuno up and give pointers
~Hinata was cheering for it, Kageyama and Tsukishima looked annoyed, and Daichii looked like he was thanking you
~The match began and it was a difficult match all around.
~Both sides keeping each other on their toes
~But when Aoba Johsai lost to Karasuno, Oikawa was shocked and hurt
~They lost? He couldn't believe Karasuno actually won. He went to comfort Iwaizumi and headed out
~Ushijima confronted him and he quickly put his walls up
~As the two of them talked, he noticed you walking out of the bathroom similar to last time
~He quickly made his way over and called your name
~You waved and asked if he was doing okay from that match which he confessed it did hurt
~He would have to come to terms with it but he had an important question. He confessed how seeing you at the practice match immediately set a spark in him with wanting to confess to you.
~You were confused by his confession but that you would go on a date just to see
~Even though he was a little down from the game, he did feel a little joy you agreed. So he gave you his number and left with Aoba Johsai.
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nishayuro · 3 months
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Let me be the one - Haikyuu!! Oikawa Tooru
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Collection: My spotify playlist of songs that play in my head at the most unconventional times
Genre: Angst, hurt with comfort
GN!Reader (They/them pronouns)
A/N: Me and my friends were doing karaoke while drinking yesterday and my friend suggested that I sing this song and this morning I had the idea of Oikawa with this and I am sobbing
Synopsis: When given the choice between you or volleyball, Oikawa makes the decision that could make or break you.
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“Somebody told me you were leavin', I didn't know, Somebody told me you're unhappy, But it doesn't show”
Oikawa knew that volleyball was close to everything for him. His life revolved around volleyball and his team. With his determination to get to nationals in his final year of high school, he puts all his time in practice, including his time with you.
You and Oikawa have been together since the start of 2nd year, him being your friend before that. You naturally understood his passion for the sport and supported him all the way, but with Seijoh’s loss against Shiratorizawa in the interhigh prelims, his final chance at nationals is around the corner with spring tournaments coming up, he became more distant. 
You understand his desperation with each practice, but it came to the point where he’d forget you even existed. Oikawa knows you as an understanding partner, but he doesn’t know how much more you can take. It was when he found out from Iwaizumi the next day that you were actually waiting for him after practice because he promised that he’d walk you home. 
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“Nobody told me you've been cryin' Every night, Nobody told me you'd been dyin' But didn't want to fight”
“You know, you need to get your priorities straight. I know nationals is important to you, to the whole team, but is it really worth it if you lose Y/N over it?” Iwaizumi told him, staying late with him after practice. “Huh? What’s y/n have to do with this?” Oikawa asked, glancing at his best friend before doing a serve. 
“I mean, you kinda left them in the cold yesterday, they were waiting for you outside the gym, and said you promised that you’d walk them home… something about it being your monthsary or something.” Iwaizumi answered. Oikawa’s eyes widened at the realization. “Fuck…” he said.
“Yeah, figured you forgot. I told them to just go home, you were too in the zone yesterday, even I couldn’t get you away from the net.” Iwaizumi added. “What… what did they say about it…” Oikawa asked, voice lingering with a sense of dread. “We didn’t talk about it much, it seemed like they wanted time to think so I just let them, but honestly, you’ve been distant with them for months, I wouldn’t be surprised if they got tired of you making them your least priority.” Iwaizumi stated, standing up and walking towards their things.
It's been a week since you’ve seen Oikawa, with spring high qualifiers approaching more and more by day, the less time he’d have for you, the most you’d get are a few good morning or good night texts but that’s it. It was draining, and you can’t even talk to him about it because you can’t even find time to meet him. 
“I-I don’t know anymore… I miss him, it hurts that I feel like I'm just second to that damn sport…” you tell your brother, Issei, who is your boyfriend’s team mate. “I don’t think I can do this anymore…I love Tooru, I really do, but everyday without him is just too much for me. But I don’t know how to break up with him. I’m scared that if I do it suddenly, he’s gonna lose focus with his training and all that, but what about how I feel? I don’t know anymore, Issei.” you admit to him. 
“Nobody told me that you fell out of love from me, So I'm settin' you free”
“Oi, Oikawa.” Issei marches up to his captain, “yeah?” Oikawa asked. “I’m gonna say this once, and one time only. You need to set your priorities straight, Y/N is an understanding person, but don’t take that for granted. I’m gonna need you to pick between them or volleyball, because I can see that you can’t do both at the same time without messing one up.” Issei says, voice laced with seriousness, causing Oikawa to freeze. 
“They’re… they’re getting tired, aren’t they?” he asked, in a small voice. Issei gives a reluctant nod, Oikawa looks down for a few seconds, before giving a sigh and looking at his teammate once again, “Sorry, don’t worry, I'll set things straight.” Oikawa answers. 
“Let me be the one to break it up, So you won't have to make excuses, We don't need to find a set up where, Someone wins and someone loses, We just have to say our love was true, But has now become a lie, So I'm tellin' you I love you one last time And goodbye”
In the cold evening air, Oikawa asks to meet you. “Y/N…” “Tooru…” you both say at the same time. “Issei told me…” he started. “Oh…don’t worry about that! It’s just me overthinking things” you explain. “He said I need to set my priorities. And Y/N, I love you, but…” Oikawa starts, “Nationals has been my dream since I was young, and this is my last attempt…” he continues, you nod. “Yeah, I get that. But I don’t mind, really!” you force, you know where this is going, and like you told your brother, you don’t know what you want to happen. “Y/N… please, you’re hurting. I love you, so I can’t let you suffer because of my selfishness. I want to get this achievement, and as much as I’d want you to be there with me, I can’t prioritize you right now. It’s shitty of me, I know, hate me all you want. I’m sorry, Y/N.” Oikawa finishes, eyes watery, but he knew he was doing this so you don’t have to. 
“Okay… goodluck with spring highs, even if we’re not together anymore, I’ll still be supporting you.” you said, tears in your eyes. “Goodbye, Tooru” you say and give him a final hug. 
“Somebody told me you still love me, I don't know why. Nobody told me that you only, Needed time to fly. Somebody told me that you want to come back when our love is real again” 
It's over. Aoba Johsai lost against Karasuno, ending Oikawa’s dream of entering the national stage. He was devastated, he felt like he lost everything, and maybe he did. He sacrificed everything, he sacrificed his wonderful relationship with you and it still wasn’t enough. He has never regretted a decision before. 
He still loved you, never once since the break up did he stop. So when he saw you and Issei walking towards him, he was doing his best to restrain himself from clinging onto you and asking you to come back. 
“Look, I don’t know if this is the right time for this. It’s probably not, but I cannot stand you both moping around. So talk this out, the game is over.” Issei says, leaving you with the brown haired male.
“Hey… long time no talk…” he says, “yeah, uh… sorry about the game, you played well. Honestly, thought you’d win.” you say, still not used to the awkwardness. “Yeah…” he answers, pondering if he should do it. “So, how have you been?” he asked. “Good, I guess… still the same person.” you answer. Oikawa took a deep breath, and stood up. “Hey, Y/N… what if I told you that I still love you…” he whispered to himself, but enough for you to hear. “W-what…?” your shocked expression was a sight for the brunette.
 “Y/n, since we broke up, never once did I stop thinking about you, if that was the right decision, if that's what I really needed, if that's what we really needed” he started. “The tournament is over for Aoba Johsai, nationals is just a distant dream for me right now. I lost in volleyball, I don’t think I can bear to truly lose you. It was shitty of me to pick volleyball over you, you who has been nothing but supportive of me. You who was there for me, and yet I took that for granted.” he took your hands in his. “So please, take me back. I’ll better myself, I’ll be better for you.” He begs. You’re still in shock, “I-Tooru…” You hesitate. “Do you still love me?” he interrupted, “yes, i never stopped.” You answered, without hesitation, this time.
“We can work together through this test or we can work through it apart, I just need to get this off my chest, That you will always have my heart”
“Then please give me one more chance.” He asks again, “Okay. Okay Tooru.” You answer, giving a smile. His face lit up, caging you into a tight hug, earning giggles from you. “I love you so much.” He whispered into your ear. “I love you too, so so much.” you answered. 
From a distance, Issei and Iwaizumi were looking at the both of you, “Thank god they’re back together. I can’t stand another rant from Y/N” Issei comments, “yeah, I can’t go another whine from shittykawa about missing Y/N” Iwaizumi adds. 
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stupidsagestars · 1 year
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[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒]
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[𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀]
𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 who's a few million bucks away from being a billionaire. He's not just a volleyball player, he's an incredibly successful owner of many, many business in an array of industries. He owned luxury hotels all over the globe in places likes Paris, New York, Rome, all the best tourist spots, he had a successful wine brand and was an investor. But how could he do it all without his beautiful wife at his side to support him with everything. Without you, he'd be a wreck.
𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 who's in love with the mansion, the two of you bought a few years ago, along with 7 acres of land. When it came to cars, unlike Atsumu, Oikawa wasn't super into high speed, bright coloured cars, instead he was a fan of the more lavish cars, that most definitely showcased his wealth. He had quite a few Bentleys and Porsches in the colour: black, white, grey and sky blue, sure they were pricey but it was 1000% worth it.
𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 who's just as obsessed with designer items as you are. You two are at designer stores at least 5 times a week, his personal favourite being Gucci. You both always needed something: new bag, new shoes, new clothes, new suitcases, it was absolutely necessary that you were both the best dressed anywhere you went.
" wait honey, these are new, do you like them?" You ask, showing your husband a gucci polo shirt, priced at 200 bucks.
Oikawa scans the shirt slowly, tracing his hand through the material.
"the colours nice but the texture is off." He mutters and you roll your eyes.
"You're 10 times more picky than me, it's a nice shirt just buy it." You say, groaning at your husband's pickiness.
"Honey you know it has to be near perfect if not perfect if I'm going to get it."
𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 who loves when you visit his games. You always come with a new sign to cheer him on. His favourite was, "FUCK OFF GIRLIES HE'S MINE!!" With a picture of you and him in a heart. He loves seeing you in your slightly revealing outfits as you jump up and down waving your hands in the air. He especially loves when during short intervals, your rush up to him with your little birkin bag that's filled to the brim with plasters, a water bottle, gum, and a napkin with your initials embroidered on it.
He loved the jealous faces of his teammates when you have him kisses all over his face and wipes his sweat with your napkin.
𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 who's happy to know you opened up an underground club, only for close friends. Being the hardworking girl you were, constantly juggling thousands of things, you deserved your own little club.
"babe I say we get those fancy Gucci envelopes for the invites." You say to your husband who was making a list of everyone you'd invite.
"Sounds great but we've got a dilemma on our hands." He says circling two names.
"What's up?" You say, frowning.
"How do Sakusa and Osamu keep themselves from getting in a fight with Atsumu?"
You laugh straight away, "It's inevitable, the question is how we can get Ushiwaka on the dancefloor." And he nods, " He can't keep himself away from a few strong drinks, it's bound to happen"
𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 who can't help but roll his eyes back whilst your grinding on him in your expensive red dress. You were currently in L.A, in your underground club, having the time of your lives, different coloured lights flashed constantly as people cheered and cheered.
So many of your friends were all gathered in the room doing so many things. In one corner, Suna,Aran and others were filming and cheering as they watched the miya twins drunkenly fight. In another, Bokuto, Hinata and Tendō were competing in a 4th drinking contest whilst in the middle of everything you were on top of him, eyes glued to his.
"fuck, fuck- honey we've got to go in the bathroom." he said, his hands gripping your hips as they moved according to the music.
"hmm okay." you say, letting him carry you away .
𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 who quickly unbuckles his trousers and slips of his calvin klein boxers, eager to fuck you. He pushes you up against the bathroom wall, placing your hands above your head as you let your legs wrap around his torso.
He shoves his cock into your pussy, groaning from the immense pleasure of being inside you. Each thrust feels more and more good as he increasing his pace, pushing his thick cock deep into you, moaning loudly as he can feel his orgasm coming close.
"I think it's about time we have a baby, don't you think honey." He whispers in your ear, as he feels your pussy clench around him, telling him you also were about to cum.
He chuckles as you respond with whines and moans, "a little prince or princess - agh- running around the house." he says as his thrusts become much more sloppier.
"sounds great honey." you let out breaths, looking at him with lustful eyes.
You both groan as you release at the same time, Oikawa lets you down slowly but you can't help but fall into him,unable to stand properly.
"my legs hurt because of you." you mumble softly, as he picks you up.
"you got me riled up honey." he pouts, putting your dress back on and softly caressing your hair.
"lets finish this off at home." He says, still not satisfied with less than 5 minutes of fucking.
Suddenly just as you both manage to get back in your clothes, there's a loud knock on the door.
"OIKAWA, Y/N STOP FUCKING, USHIWAKA'S DOING A WORM ON THE FLOOR SHIRTLESS COME OUT!!!" Tendō shouts.
You look at Oikawa with a smile and he picks you up bridal style and runs out the bathroom to get a look at the spectacle outside.
You could wait a few more minutes before going home.
-★-★ hihi!! I'm back with the second post of the series, this time with the eccentric Oikawa, please enjoy and make sure to like and follow ★
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namis-wifey · 2 years
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bf!Oikawa who looks like he isn't listening but he is,he is listening to every single detail you are listing about the game you just found and about your new favorite character.
bf!Oikawa whose team knows when you go to one of their games because he is lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat of his forehead more than usual.
bf!Oikawa whose nephew is tired of hearing your name but it's always happy when you come over.
bf!Oikawa who tried to balance your relationship with his passion but always thinks he's failing at both.
bf!Oikawa who need help to organize his schedule and a lot of reassurance that you love him but either way you will tell him if he ever acts like an idiot towards you.
bf!Oikawa who waits for you to have lunch together and arranges bento boxes for you so you can switch with him. "It's a cute couple thing to do" he says,and he is right.
bf!Oikawa who gets teased to no end for liking you so much but will suck it up if it made you laugh a little. Because it's true,both of you are smitten with each other.
bf!Oikawa whose worst fear is losing everything he has worked for so he clings to you emotionally, your presence always lingering on his mind even when he is doing the most mundane things.
bf!Oikawa whose heart breaks when something bad happens to you and wishes it was him suffering instead.
bf!Oikawa who loves you to no end and will go out of his way to make you happy.
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justanobodywriter · 1 year
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16:39 ✦Oikawa✦
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Oikawa has the most intense skincare routine you have ever seen.
The first night you stayed at his apartment, you were overwhelmed when walking into the bathroom and seeing what felt like hundreds of jars and bottles of various different lotions and cleansers and masks and...
"Ok, so now, I'm gonna put this on," Oikawa described as he went to put a new product on your face.
"Wait," you spoke moving your face away from him. "What is that?"
"This one is a mask," Oikawa rolled his eyes at you. "It'll help keep your skin clear, like mine."
"Fine," you groaned allowing him to apply a generous amount of the product to your face.
He smoothed over a small layer of the slick substance all over your face. Once he was done, he sat back and admired his work.
"Done," he beamed.
You looked around as if you could see your own face, "So, now what?"
"Now, we wait," he shrugged. "Movie?"
"Sure," you shrugged.
You didn't understand the reason for this elaborate routine, but it make Oikawa happy, so who were you to get in the way of it? It only seemed to make him happier that you had joined in on his little routine after asking about it once.
It couldn't be that bad after all.
Oikawa did have amazing skin.
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zorosprincess · 1 year
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Textbook Definition of Disappointment
Pairing: Oikawa Toru x Reader
Word Count: ~1.4k
Genre: more comfort than hurt
Summary: The textbook definition of disappointment. The unhappiness or discouragement that results when your hopes or expectations have not been satisfied. When someone or something is not as good as you had hoped or expected.
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The textbook definition of disappointment. The unhappiness or discouragement that results when your hopes or expectations have not been satisfied. When someone or something is not as good as you had hoped or expected.
The textbook definition of disappointment. You.
Or at least that’s what you believed.
It was easy to forget when you needed to do what. When there were so many things to do and the list kept growing. It was easy to forget what was the most important.
You were supposed to be the successful one in the family. The biggest pride. To get your life together first. First in the friend group to get their career on track. The first in the family to finish college. The first to make everyone proud. But here you were.
You wanted to do something with your life that brought you joy. But to do that you needed a “real job”. To get that you needed to go to school. And to go to school you needed to have a job to be able to afford it. A cycle you felt stuck in. One that was overwhelming. One that made you think that if you were to ask for an honest opinion. Honestly… would anyone be proud?
No. You knew you weren’t living up to expectations.
You weren’t caught up on any of your classes. The work was piling up but all you could do was ignore it. Every time you even thought about it, it felt like you were going to collapse in on yourself. Like you wouldn’t be able to finish if you started. Or you wouldn’t be able to do it as well as you wanted. If you couldn’t do it as well as expected then why try? Why prove that if you tried it would be a disappointment?
If you didn’t try then they would never know.
If you didn’t talk to anyone about it then you could pretend like everything was all fine. Right up until the point when the most observant person in your life could tell that you were lying.
Oikawa Tōru. Who unfortunately knew more about you than you knew about yourself sometimes. You hated it with your entire being whenever you were trying to hide something.
He’d invited you over to his dorm today for dinner and a movie night. A celebration for the end of the week. A tradition you both held whenever the week was really stressful and you wanted to remember that you survived and could do it again.
Tōru had been quieter than usual tonight. Still was giggly and flirty and trying to toss you into the air when he saw you. Sweet kisses and sweeter words twisting on his tongue like they were meant to live there. He’d grown quieter once you’d both settled into the couch with your takeout and had a movie running. You were starting to finally relax, to sink into the couch against him and it seemed like his muscles were finally relaxing too. Body melting against yours, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him.
He nuzzled his nose into your neck softly and took a deep inhale, breathing you in as you giggled lightly at the tickle of his breath. “You know you can talk to me right?” He whispered softly, innocently, but the tone made you freeze. Your smile slipping off your face slightly, knowing he couldn’t see it fall, and your throat squeezing. He sounded worried. Like he knew something he shouldn’t.
“Of course I can talk to you.” You tried joking, pushing a smile back into your voice. “I’m doing it right now silly.”
He sighed and pulled back slightly, drawing you forward and turning you slightly so that you were forced to look at him. You were right. Worry etched itself as lines into his stupidly perfect face. His eyebrows were scrunched together lightly, just visible below where his bangs hung messily in front of his face. “You know I mean talk about what’s going on.”
“What’s going on?” You tried playing dumb, like if you tried enough you could fool one of the smartest people you knew. Not that you would ever admit that as a fact to him.
“Y/n.” He started and you winced at his use of your name rather than a pet name, without any honorifics attached. “How were your classes this week?”
“They were fine.” You lied through your teeth. You hadn’t gone. Not to a single one. Couldn’t bring yourself to face your professors whose homework you hadn’t done and the classmates who you were sure could tell that you did not have it together. “I mean it was class so it wasn’t amazing and I wasn’t -”
“There.” He finished, cutting you off and watching as your mouth hung open for a second. You opened and closed it a few times before finally finding what you wanted to say, but he started before you. “You didn’t go to your classes this week, did you?”
“Tōru-”
“I went to pick you up Wednesday. Wanted to surprise you and take you out for some boba and maybe some ice cream but you weren’t there. And then I tried again yesterday. And then today finally I asked a classmate of yours if maybe you’d been leaving early and she said you hadn’t been in any classes all week.” You stared at him silently. The feeling of dread filling up in your chest, preparing yourself for the inevitable reveal that you were disappointing him just as much as you were everyone else. “So do you want to tell me what’s going on?”
“Its nothing.” You mumbled, trying to turn your head but he brought it back to face him again. “I just had a lot of work to catch up on so I figured I could get some done if I didn’t go.”
“Y/n. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”
“Please let’s just watch the movie, Tōru.” You begged, glancing towards the movie playing in the background. “Its your night to relax, let’s not worry about me.” You sighed when he refused to look away or let you turn away. “Please don’t make me talk about this, Tōru. You don’t want to have to tell me what you’ll have to.”
“How behind are you?” You jerked your face out of his hands and turned it away. Forcing yourself to not look at him, to not watch the disappointment that you knew was filling his features right now. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He sighed, brushing his fingers softly across your cheek trying to gently get you to turn back. “We could have turned these movie nights into study nights, homework nights, I could help you.”
“I’m sorry.” You whispered, still refusing to look at him. Refusing to see the look you were sure was there. “I didn’t want to let you know how much of a disappointment I was.” He took your face in his hands then, fiercely and jerked it back to look at him.
“A disappointment!” He exclaimed. “How would you be a disappointment?”
You scoffed lightly and shook your head. “I’m the textbook definition of a disappointment, Toru.” You swallowed the lump in your throat and ignored the tears ready to spill over. “I’m never as good as what’s expected of me. And I’ll never live up to what people hope I’ll be.”
“Disappointment? You could never disappoint me. You make me the textbook definition of proud. Proud to know you, to be around you.” He sighed and wiped the tears that were now freely coming down your cheeks. “You’re allowed to be overwhelmed.” You swallowed harshly and tried to shake your head but he kept you in place. “You’re allowed to be overwhelmed, you can talk to me about it and I’ll help.” You sniffled slightly and he pulled you into his chest, letting you collide into his warmth as he wrapped his arms around you. “Lets do this together. We’ll make a list and work through it together.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“Can we do it tomorrow though?” You asked, the words muffled by his chest and you could feel the vibration as he gave a soft laugh.
“Yes. We can do it in the morning, you can just cuddle with me tonight.” You nodded a teary thank you and melted again into his touch. Because the overwhelming feeling of not being able to succeed pressed on your mind still, but Tōru was always there to remind you that you could do things as long as you didn’t try to do it on your own.
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a/n: not my best work but I still enjoy it
a/n2: please remember that, no matter how you think you’re failing, no matter if you think you’re disappointing people, there’s always people proud of you for what you’ve accomplished and what you’re trying to overcome
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crescentbea02 · 11 months
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"Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me" pt. 1 (Timeskip!Oikawa x fem! reader)
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Tropes: second chance romance, long distance, friends to lovers, right person wrong time, ex-relationship,
Summary: In which Oikawa Tooru finds himself forecefully reviving memories in a flight for Japan, in hopes to reecounter with the one person that has him on a chokehold even after six years apart.
Part 1: here
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Some say that time heals all wounds. That the hands of the clock smooth the skin, that spread peace over our body, the peace of passing time. Saying goodbye to our phases, living in peace with what we once were, with what we once had.
Oikawa was a firm believer in that. He was a strong person, he had always been a strong person. A person too strong for this world, who seemed to take whatever trick the universe played on him. He didn't think anything else was going to make him collapse to the ground other than his ambitions. Or rather the lack of them.
His ambitions, his goals, his dreams were always in the first place for him. That was why so many girls had already dumped him for it. For being in a constant competition between them and the great love of his life, volleyball.
Oikawa always wanted more, he always wanted to go higher. He was a wild horse without dominance. A current of a winter wind. He was never satisfied. He always wanted more and more. And if for that he had to be alone, without serious commitments to any person, no matter how much he liked her, he would do it.
That was what he thought until he met Y/N.
“Tooru” a voice sounded.
An empty suitcase on top of his bed was enough to make his heart sink. The boy, now twenty-five, turned towards the doorway of his room. A small smile painted his face when he saw Emma, ​​his current girlfriend, in his doorway.
She looked at the mess of clothes, sneakers and towels on top of the player's bed with a mischievous smile.
“What is going on?” she asked, walking into the room with a raised eyebrow.
What wasn't going on would be easier to answer.
Over the years, Oikawa has shaped itself on its own terms. He continued to fight, to work, until he ended up where he was now. An Olympic champion, playing for the Argentine national team, with so many trophies that not even the shelf could fit. It was what he deserved, after so many years of being spurned, if there was one thing he deserved was that. Now he had Emma, ​​a beautiful model he had met at a company conference, in his life. The two were fine, there were no arguments or dramas, no crying, no passion.
But how unfair was the world, he still was not satisfied.
“I look so good in so many clothes that I can’t seem to decide which ones to take” he gave her one of his playful smiles, those smiles that everyone complained about how annoying they were.
Every piece of clothing strewn across the bed seemed to be a reason why his heart was squeezing with every minute that brought him closer to the moment he would land in Japan. Argentina was his home now, but part of his heart would always be buried in Japanese soil. Mainly because of all her favorite people who lived there. But he hadn't visited him for a couple of years, and the times he did go it was just for a few days to spend time with his family. Oikawa had games to win, training to do, in Argentina.
Imagine his surprise when his national team coach announced a supposed season in a foreign country for one of the players. All eyes were on Oikawa, and he quickly felt his heart drop when he realized that they would be spending some time in Japan to train for the 2021 Olympics. some time in the country, even if it was a thank you gift for Oikawa's effort.
Such news led Oikawa to immediately call Iwaizumi, who pretended to be extremely irritated with the fact that, very possibly, he had to put up with his friend in all his training sessions, teasing his players and upsetting everyone. The thing Oikawa knew how to do best in addition to his services. But he knew that Iwaizumi would be happy to see him. He always was, despite trying to hide it.
This ended up causing Iwaizumi to send him some high school photographs that he had found in the bedroom of his old house.
And one of them was the same one he kept in his bedside table drawer. Another reason why the various relationships he had in Argentina did not last long.
A picture of him and his high school girlfriend. Y/N L/N. What for many was seen as a puppy love, for Oikawa it had been much more than that. It had been proof of how his ambitions would always trump the person he was with. Even if he loved that person even more than he loved himself.
It looked like she haunted him. From the moment he left on that plane, she had never left his mind. No matter how hard he tried to get her to leave.
“Let me help you choose” Emma smiled, with her sweet smile that lit up an entire room. He approached the bed full of clothes and began to choose the clothes that Oikawa liked the most, and that best suited him “Look, these ones will look good with you in Japan. Don’t forget it’s cooler there” she held a sweater and struck him with her playful eyes.
Oikawa laughed.
“I just wish I could take everything” he said, in a nervous tone “Japan is my home, but Argentina slowly also became it.” he took one of his favorite jeans and fold them along with Emma “I’m afraid it will be those situations when you feel like nowhere feels at home anymore.”
“It won’t be” Emma answered, on her usual serene, mature and understanding voice "Some people don't even have one home. Be grateful that you belong to two places at the same time. If you don’t have one, you always have the other”
That wasn't really what worried him. After all, Oikawa had always believed that his home is what he made it.
What worried him was the deliberate choice he was going to make, which was to talk to someone who had been his home after six years of not even saying a word to her. But even so, he still felt her inside him.
And it was his fault, no one else's.
When the fateful day of the trip arrived, Oikawa didn't know if he loved or hated airplanes.He always loved space. He loved anything that did not have limits. But he hated feeling helpless. At any moment the plane could crash, and he wasn't going to be able to do anything about it.
With his head leaning against the window, he looked up at the starry night sky. That sky that reminded him so much of his youth. He thought about what would happen when he saw his friends again. He knew nothing ever changed, but it still made him a little nervous to imagine awkward silences and not the chaotic energy that used to happen whenever they met.
And he kept thinking of Y/N.
In his innocent nineteen-year-old mind, in a faraway country, building his future alone, after breaking up with his girlfriend of two years. With the one person who made him question his love of volleyball.
Oikawa chose his dreams over her, and he knew Y/N would never blame him for it. She didn't blame him so much that, even after that, she insisted that they remain friends.
At the time Oikawa thought she had been selfish. If Y/N could perfectly live her life in Japan, talking to him every day, just like a friend, which he no longer could remember what it was like, he couldn't. The distance, the time apart, only made him love her even more. He saw her everywhere he went. As soon as he saw a (y/h/c) hair his heart filled with hope that maybe it was she, in a sudden impulse of passion, who had come to visit him.
But it wasn't her.
It was never her.
A year went by, and Oikawa couldn't look at any woman he met without thinking about Y/N, how much he wanted her to be with him. How much he should be talking to her on the phone, that she must already be worried because he hadn't said anything in some weeks. Then, they always found that photograph in the drawer. And then they left the house, unintentionally hurt by him.
He thought that time would heal the wounds, that the hands of the clock would soften his skin, that they would spread peace over his body, the peace of passing time. Saying goodbye to his phases, living in peace with what he once was, with what he once had.
Because of this, Oikawa decided to give Y/N a break. And pretend that she didn't exist, or that she never existed. Maybe if he pretended she didn't exist, he would eventually forget about her existence. A decision that now, at twenty five years old, made him want to bang his head on the wall with the stupidity of his thinking.
But, after all, he was only twenty years old. And what does a person know at twenty?
“Good evening, would you like some snacks, sir?” one of the hostesses asked.
Oikawa slowly returned to real life. He took his brown eyes from the window and faced the hostess with a smile.
“Some milk bread, please”
ハイキュー
some silly idea I thought of. i crave for second chance romance. pt 1 of maybe 3 parts. i hope you liked it <33
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eurydicees · 3 months
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ditto (i think maybe i like you)
summary: oikawa sucks at pokémon go. prompt: none, but written for @monstrsball! merry christmas!!!! pairings: tooru oikawa/koushi sugawara words: 2007 warnings: none
It is December 22, there is a biting chill in the air, and Kotodai Park is crowded as fuck. Oikawa sits cross legged on the steps by a fountain, trying not to shiver as he stares at his phone.
He knows he probably should have worn a heavier jacket—it’s been a cold winter so far and, really, he had no reason to suspect it would be any warmer today—but it’s too late now. If Iwaizumi were here, he would be berating Oikawa to no end about fevers and chills, but Iwaizumi had just ditched him to chase after what he suspects is an Unown somewhere at the other end of the park, so whatever. Fuck Iwaizumi. 
Then again, Iwaizumi is only five Unown forms away from completing the set, so Oikawa kind of gets it. Kind of. He’s still cold, though, and still wants to ask to borrow Iwaizumi’s scarf for the afternoon. Oikawa has always gotten cold so easily and Iwaizumi runs warm; the scarf is probably wrapped loosely around his neck more because he doesn’t want to hold it than because he’s actually cold. 
But either way, Iwaizumi had gone chasing after the Unown and Oikawa is still sitting at this fountain and trying to catch a stupid fucking Pidgey and praying it’s secretly a Ditto. He doesn’t even want the Pidgey that badly, he just needs a Ditto to finish one of his Research Tasks and someone had told Makki who had told Mattsun who had told Oikawa that catching a Pidgey is his best bet at finding a Ditto in disguise. 
He’s having no luck, though, because this Pidgey with a stupid low CP is refusing to get into the stupid Pokéball and Oikawa is going insane. He puts his finger to the screen and then swipes up, ever so carefully aiming for the Pokémon, and the Pidgey is captured for three—two—one—and then it’s bursting free again. 
Oikawa kind of wants to scream, but he’s in public, and so maybe that’s not appropriate. 
“Hey, uh—” Oikawa looks up from his phone, resisting the urge to throw it on the ground and stomp on it, and possibly the most beautiful man he’s ever seen is standing next to him— “I’m so sorry about this, and I didn’t mean to be looking over your shoulder, really, but you’ve been trying to catch that Pokémon for fifteen minutes and I think that’s a new record, actually, but do you—maybe—want help?” 
Oikawa stares. It’s a testament to how tired of this game he is and also how beautiful the man before him is that he just sighs and gives up. “Yeah, actually.” 
The man grins at him, and it’s like staring into a beam of moonlight. Oikawa is in love, possibly. 
He jumps down a step to sit down next to Oikawa, still smiling as he says, “I’m Koushi Sugawara. You can call me Suga. You’re feeding it Pinap Berries and that doesn’t actually do anything to increase the catch rate. Gimme—” he motions to Oikawa’s phone— “I promise I won’t steal it.” 
“Tooru Oikawa,” Oikawa says, and hands his phone over. He doesn’t even question it. Probably he should be questioning it a little bit. “Are you telling me I’ve been playing this way for months and these stupid berries don’t actually do anything?” 
“I mean, they increase the candy you get if you can catch it while the berry is active,” Suga says, “but it’s not helping you catch it.” 
Suga takes his phone, pulling off the glove on his right hand and holding the phone in his left. He holds the phone up, tongue hesitating on his bottom lip as he concentrates. In one swift movement, he’s swiping up on the Pokéball and the Pidgey is captured. Oikawa is in love, definitely. 
“Making it look easy,” Oikawa says, rolling his eyes. “I swear it wasn’t that easy when I was doing it.” 
“It’s an app,” Suga says. “You just gotta time it right.” 
Oikawa heaves a sigh, looking on as Suga taps at his screen. “And it’s not even a Ditto.” 
“I don’t think that a Ditto is ever gonna be disguised as a Pidgey.” Suga hands the phone back to Oikawa. “Whoever told you that was lying.” 
“I’m gonna kill Makki,” Oikawa mutters. Then, failing at keeping out any bitterness from his voice, “I only downloaded this game because all my friends were playing and I wanted to see what all that fuss is about, but if they’re all just going to use it to mess with me then I might as well delete it.” 
Suga laughs—it’s a bright, clear sound; startlingly honest. “I can trade you a Ditto if you want. To make up for it.” 
“I think I have to capture it in the wild to complete the quest, but thanks.” 
“That was me asking for your Trainer code,” Suga says, snorting. 
“Oh,” Oikawa says, staring. He blinks. “Oh! Yeah! Yeah, yeah, sure.” 
Laughing again, Suga pulls out his own phone and opens it up. He hands it over to Oikawa after a second, the QR code for his Pokémon Go profile pulled up on the screen. Oikawa scans it and adds him as a friend, his profile popping up after only a moment. 
“Perfect,” Suga tells him, smiling. He’s a little shorter than Oikawa, and in the afternoon sun, he looks like he’s glowing, like he’s something ethereal. “While we’re at it, can I get your number?” 
The corner of Oikawa’s mouth tilts up in a smirk. “Depends why you’re asking.” 
Suga hesitates for only a beat before he says, “Because I can probably teach you how to play Pokémon Go better than any of your other friends can and I’d like to put that theory to the test.” 
Oikawa snorts. “I’ll take you up on that offer. My friend is around here somewhere but keeps running off to capture Pokémon before he finishes any explanation of what he’s doing.” 
“Sounds like I get your number then,” Suga says, grinning. His smile takes up his whole face, transforming the previous amused concentration into something brighter, something without a care in the world. But there’s a kind of nervousness with it, too, like he’s afraid Oikawa is going to reject him. 
“Sounds like it,” Oikawa tells him. “Hand me your phone, I’ll put it in.” 
Suga grins, handing over his own phone. Oikawa types in his number and then hands it back. He finds, as their fingers brush, that he’s no longer nearly as cold as he had been. 
“Thanks,” Suga says. He opens his mouth to say something else, but just then Oikawa hears Iwaizumi call out his name. Suga smiles, a little crooked. “That your friend calling you?” 
Oikawa blinks, and the spell that had been keeping the two of them in their own little world is broken. “Oh, yeah, I think so. I’ll catch you later?” 
“I’ll text you,” Suga promises. “And maybe even send you a Ditto, if you want one. I have five.” 
Oikawa’s eyebrows raise. “Five?”
Suga shrugs, taking a step backwards and starting to walk away. “I play this game a lot.” 
“Still,” Oikawa says, calling after him as Suga turns around, smiling, “Five?” 
Suga just waves a hand goodbye, leaving Oikawa laughing a little in his wake. He jumps slightly when Iwaizumi comes up behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder. 
“Who was that?” 
“Just…someone,” Oikawa says, biting back a smile. “He helped me catch a Pidgey.”
Iwaizumi looks at him incredulously. “You needed a stranger's help for that?” 
“Oh, shut up, I don’t see you helping me. Did you catch your Unown?” 
Iwaizumi looks away from the direction Suga had walked off into and grins at Oikawa. “I did. Four left, now.”
“Good for you, Iwa,” Oikawa says. “My phone’s about to die, can we go home now?” 
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. So impatient.” 
It’s not until the next day that Oikawa gets a text from Suga. He had almost thought that Suga would never text—he didn’t forget, of course he didn’t forget about the man who had helped him win the Pidgey now named KOUSHI!—and it comes as a surprise when the text comes in during the pick up game he had wrangled Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki into. 
They’re in between sets, taking a break for water, when Oikawa sees the text. 
Hey, this is Suga, from the park yesterday! You want to grab coffee or something sometime today? We can go on a walk after, if you know what I mean. 
Oikawa can feel his cheeks flush as he stares at the message. It’s ridiculous, that some random boy would make him feel like this, all warm and excited at the idea of a walk to catch digital Pokémon. He doesn’t know anything about Suga. But he wants to go on this coffee date—is it a date?—nonetheless. 
“Who’re you texting?” Makki asks, hooking his chin over Oikawa’s shoulder to peer at his phone. 
Oikawa locks his phone home screen before Makki can see his text back—Sounds like fun—and drops his phone with his water bottle and other things. “No one. Let’s get back to the game. You were about to lose, if I remember correctly.” 
“You wish, Captain.” 
After the game—when they’ve worn themselves out, they’re sweaty and exhausted, and they’re done cleaning up the gym—Oikawa tells the others to go on without him, and he goes to meet Suga at a coffee shop in the opposite direction from home. He would have liked to shower and change first, but the game ran later than expected and if they’re going to go on a walk he’s just going to get sweaty all over again. 
“Share your location with me,” Iwaizumi says, just before they part ways. Oikawa gives him a thumbs up and turns the corner, Iwaizumi calling after him, “Make good choices, prettyboy!” 
Oikawa rolls his eyes, glancing behind him to shoot Iwaizumi one last grin. “Always do, Mom!” 
Iwaizumi looks like he wants to yell something else at him, but Matsukawa puts a hand on his shoulder and shoves him to the front of the trio as they walk away and any words are lost. Oikawa dutifully shares his location with Iwaizumi and then starts walking to the coffee shop Suga had recommended. 
Suga is already there, sitting at a table by the window, by the time that Oikawa gets inside and orders his coffee. He’s staring at his phone, and when Oikawa walks behind him to sit at the other side of the table, he catches a glimpse of Suga spinning a Pokéstop by the café. 
“You really are obsessed with that game, aren’t you?” 
Suga blinks, looking up as Oikawa sits down. His mouth curves up in a smile and Oikawa feels warm all over. “Nice to see you as well, Oikawa. And I mean, yeah. It’s fun. It’s a good motivator to get out of the house on days when I don’t have school.”
“Fair enough.” Oikawa takes a sip of his coffee, instantly making a face when it burns his tongue. “Shit, that’s hot.” 
Suga snorts. “You’re not a very patient person, are you?” 
“Guess we’re both learning a lot about each other.” 
“Oh, I don’t know, based on the way you were trying to get the Pidgey, I could’ve guessed.” Suga smiles at him, wide and with all his teeth. “So, why do you play the game if you don’t like it?” 
Oikawa laughs at that. “It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s more that I’m not good at it yet. I’ll get better soon enough.” 
“Awfully confident in that.” 
“Well, I was promised a good teacher, wasn’t I?” 
Suga snorts. “I guess I should get on that, shouldn’t I?” 
“I’m definitely not stopping you,” Oikawa says. “You want to go on that walk?” 
“Sounds like fun,” Suga says. “There’s a gym not far from here. Bet I can help get you your first win.” 
Oikawa stands up, grinning. “Let’s do it.” 
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teamatsumu · 6 months
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kinktober 2023 -> day 3
phone sex - oikawa tooru x reader
word count: 1,061
kinktober masterlist
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The hallway was alive with chatter, and you were sure you would have missed your phone ringing in the noise if it wasn’t already in your hand. You frowned at the contact name, confused why your boyfriend was calling you. According to your calculations, it was almost midnight in Argentina right now, so why was he awake?
“Tooru?” You answered, using a finger to plug your other ear so you could hear him better over the noise of the students crowding your university hallways. You could barely make out shuffling on the other end of the line, before Oikawa’s familiar voice broke through.
“Heyyyy.” He whined, immediately following it with a giggle. You rolled your eyes and felt your lip twitch with amusement.
“Tooru, why are you still up?” You hiked your bag higher on your shoulder as you made your way through the halls. “You have practice tomorrow.”
You heard a thud on the line, followed by a curse. “I missed you, Y/N-chan~”
Oh. You sighed when the realization hit you. “Are you drunk?”
“No!” Came the instant reply. “Only a little tipsy.”
You bit back a laugh at how indignant he sounded. There was another thud and another curse, this time in Spanish, and your lips twitched in amusement.
“You okay there, champ?” You teased, almost imagining Oikawa stumbling around his home.
“‘M just tryna get out of these damn clothes.” He mumbled, before you heard another soft thump and a relieved sigh.
“Finally in bed?” You asked. “Get some rest now.”
“Nooo..” Oikawa trailed off. “Talk to me. I miss you.”
You sighed. “You need to get up super early tomorrow, baby. And I know you’re tired. You need to sleep.”
“I miss your face.” Oikawa continued talking, as if he hadn’t even heard you. You weren’t surprised. Sober Oikawa was hard enough to deal with, drunk Oikawa was insufferable.
“If you were here, I would cuddle you.” He rambled on. “You’d feel so good against me right now. Y’know I’m completely naked? Bet you’d be naked too if you were here. God, I’d just dip my fingers into your pussy to see how we-”
“Tooru!” You yelled, eyes nearly popping out of your head at how the conversation (one-sided as it was) took a turn. You cursed internally when a few people turned around to look at you at the noise, frantically looking around for a more private place. You ducked into the door which said ‘restroom’ on it, mere feet away from where you were standing. The noise from the hall faded away.
“What the hell?” You continued, walking closer to the sinks, relieved that the bathroom was empty.
“I’m horny!” Your boyfriend whined on the other end.
“Well, I can’t do anything about that right now!” You snapped, checking the stalls to see that they were also thankfully empty.
“Yes you can!” He shot back. “C’mon, tell me what you’re wearing.”
You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. This fucker. “I’m at uni, Tooru. Be serious.”
“Please, baby.” He whined again, though this time it was more breathy. Your eyes widened when you realized he was probably touching himself. “‘M so hard. And it’s been so long. God, I miss your body. I miss your voice.”
You felt yourself clench at the thought of Tooru running his hand over himself right now. You looked around at the completely empty bathroom, biting your lip in contemplation. Were you really going to do this?
One more image of Oikawa laid out naked and turned on, of his glorious body and roughed up chestnut hair, was enough for you to make your decision.
“Okay.” You breathed out. “Hold on.”
You rushed to lock the bathroom door, moving into a stall and locking that too for extra measure. “Fuck, okay.”
“Talk to me.” You heard him on the other end, almost begging. You sighed and pushed your hand into your pants, biting your lip when your fingers brushed your clit. This was going to be quick and messy, you could already tell.
“I’m,” you gulped. “I’m touching myself.”
A groan. “Yeah?” He sounded so wrecked already. God. You realized in that moment how badly you had missed him too.
You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “Touching my clit. Feels good.”
Oikawa cursed. “Keep going, baby. Push down harder. Then put a finger inside.”
You followed his instructions, allowing yourself to let out a little moan at the feeling of being filled, albeit only slightly.
“God, I can imagine you right now.” Oikawa rambled on, and you could almost hear the sound of his hand moving, slightly wet, probably from the precum. “Bet you’re already soaking for me, aren’t you? Bet you miss my cock.”
“I do!” You whined, now fully immersed and overcome with pleasure, sliding another finger inside your hole. “‘S not the same, Tooru. Miss your big cock. Miss being filled to the brim.”
“S-shit, baby.” His voice sounded so broken, and it pushed you even closer to the edge. “I miss your pussy all the time. Can’t wait to get back and fuck you until you can’t walk. God, I’m gonna ruin you. Just let me come back. Let me come back.”
His ramblings were getting nonsensical, but his voice was wrecked and you moaned at the sound, your orgasm building far quicker than you anticipated, your movement growing frantic.
“Tooru, I’m so close.”
“M-me too. Fuck. C’mon baby, come all over your fingers like a good girl. You do that and I’ll give you my cock when I get back. I’ll fuck you five different ways. Just come for me right now, Y/N. Come.”
You moaned as your orgasm finally hit, letting Oikawa talk you through it with his silver tongue. You listened as he announced his own release, getting off on the sound of his curses and broken groans and using them to prolong your own orgasm. By the time you were done, you were sweaty and out of breath.
All was silent for a few minutes as you readjusted your clothes, putting your phone to your ear once again and not hearing anything except Oikawa’s steady breathing. You nearly snorted.
Bastard fell asleep immediately after cumming. Figures.
You dropped him a goodnight text before ending the call, unlocking the door and going about your way as if nothing had happened in the bathroom stall.
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tender-rosiey · 2 years
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Can i req semi, oikawa and daichi receiving a bouquet of flowers as an apology from their s/o after a fight
“LILY OF THE VALLEY”
— oikawa, daichi and semi getting you apology flowers
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ᴀ/ɴ: I want a bouquet of flowers :(
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OIKAWA TOORU:
“I just want you to see things from my perspective; is that too hard?!” you scream out for like millionth time today, and your throat already feels very hoarse.
oikawa wasn’t backing down either, “I am a professional player, y/n; if I slack for one moment then I would be switched out the next!”
you take a deep breath, maybe this was being blown way too out of proportion, “tooru, you are their starting setter.”
“THAT DOESN’T MEAN THAT I CAN’T GET SWITCHED!” he counters.
you slam the table, fed up, “IT ALSO DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE AROUND YOU!”
your chests are both heaving. the room is suffocating, and you can’t stand being in it for even another moment.
you stride to your coat and oikawa is alarmed, “y-y/n, wh-what are you…?” his eyes follow your every movement and he desperately reaches for your wrist but you pull away.
“I am going out.”
that’s the last thing you say before you slam the front door, and oikawa’s knees buckle to the ground as he lets out a sob, what if this was the end? what if you are not coming back?
he shakily stands up, looking around him. the apartment feels so empty, quiet and his heart aches.
the silence is killing him.
his eyes land on the table where the both of you would usually dine, the room would be full of laughter and teasing, to him that was the highlight of his day, being able to see you smile and laugh and now he has driven you away.
but still, maybe you will come back? with that possibility in mind, he decides to do better.
an hour has passed and you finally open the door; you went on a much needed walk to clear your mind. perhaps you can talk things out in a calmer manner now.
you don’t expect the sight you are met with: a fancy looking dinner, dimly lit room with candles, your favorite dessert, and your husband clutching a bouquet of flowers and looking very tense as he examines it.
however, he smiles, a genuine one when he sees your figure, “welcome home, I…” he looks at the ground before offering the bouquet in his hand, “I am so sorry for everything I said.”
you take the bouquet, gently stroking the petals and the light fidgeting of oikawa’s fingers doesn’t go unnoticed. you put the bouquet to the side and he panics, “do you not like it?”
you don’t reply, instead you separate his hands and hold them in your own, “tooru, when I speak about things like this, it’s because I care about you. sometimes, we do things assuming that they will help us develop,” you take a breath, “but they end up doing the opposite and you have seen me go down that road and its dead end, didn’t you?”
he nods weakly, and tears start falling from his eyes when your hand touches his cheek, stroking it as you continue talking, “self-destruction is horrible, tooru; it isn’t something I want you to go through because I love you.”
“I love you more,” he chokes out, “ and I am sorry,” he rests his hand on top of yours, “I really am, and I swear to you that I will do better.”
“they better not be just words,” you sigh and he looks at you.
“you know that I don’t break my promises.”
you smile helplessly, “yeah, I prepared some milkbread,” you have never seen someone’s eyes light up as quickly.
SEMI EITA:
“y/n, for the last time, I am just asking you to be a little responsible and think a bit before you act, is that too much?”
you cross your arms, “you make it sound like I am a reckless troublemaker, eita,” huffing, you turn around, “well not everyone can play the same tune as yourself.”
he stands up abruptly from his seat, “I can’t be the only one who makes compromises!”
“are you disregarding everything I have done for you?!” you shout, shocked and annoyed.
he scowls, “don’t go pinning this on me.”
“well don’t overlook my efforts!” you retort.
“I CAN’T OVERLOOK SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T EXIST!”
realization dawns on him as he sees the tears prickling in your eyes; he looks down, biting his lip before excusing himself, with that, he leaves out of the front door.
you cover your mouth, a feeble attempt to hold back your cries. you are tired, so tired and despite the storm of emotions going inside of you right now, you want to sleep.
even if it has been proven impossible without your husband by your side.
you close your eyes once you get to bed, the only thing on your mind is if your husband will come back to you or will this loneliness be your companion in his stead.
the moment your eyes flutter open again is when you hear the creaking of the door. you rise from the bed, softly calling his name, “…eita?”
your vision finally focuses and you see your husband holding a bouquet of flowers, a look of guilt painted on his features.
he walks to you, half-kneeling on the ground as he presents the bouquet with his face to the ground, “I am sorry…so sorry.”
you take the bouquet from his hand, setting it aside and instead lifting his chin, “no need to be so stiff,” you make him stand up and straighten his back, “I am your spouse.”
“plus!” you continue as his gaze is fixated on you once again, “I made my own short comings as well so I should also be saying sorry.”
his hand is raised by your own as you place a soft kiss on the back of it, “I am sorry, eita.”
the man in front of you turns a bright shade of red, seemingly unable to form a response so quickly he gives you his back, “yeah yeah.”
“did I make you mad?” you ask cautiously but he knows that you are going to tease him and you do, “semi semi! are you mad?”
he sighs with a smile as you keep repeating the nickname. after all the years you have spent together, it would be shameful of him not to know you and your antics.
SAWAMURA DAICHI:
the fight has been going on for a while and the both of you were visibly tired, so your husband sighs, “let’s just go to bed.”
“but—“
“it’s better if we talk it out tomorrow; we are clearly not reaching a solution at the moment,” he retreats to the bedroom but halts at the door, “are you coming or…?”
you huff, turning your face away from him and he quietly enters the room. he closes his eyes in relief when he feels the bed dip, at least you are still beside him.
the next morning you wake up, your husband is not beside you.
the bed was empty per usual.
you didn’t have the luxury to relish the morning with your strong officer of a husband. it was one of the things that sparked the fight of yesterday, hence why you think that your concerns will be dismissed as his schedule isn’t something he can exactly control.
you hope that he would at least try, try to spend time with you. you are thankful for how understanding he is and how he tries to reason but if the problem didn’t arise then he wouldn’t have had to put with anything of that sort.
you, dejectedly, open the door to your living room and see a card with a breakfast waiting to be heated on the table.
curiously, you take it in your hand and start reading.
sorry for yesterday, gorgeous. I made you breakfast today, hopefully what sugawara taught me will come in handy. I know you are probably still mad about yesterday, don’t worry; we will talk about it again today.
i love you so much, don’t forget it
sincerely, your husband, daichi
despite your heavy heart, a small smile appears, and you hope that when he comes back, a proper discussion with actually effective results will happen.
for some reason, today, he returns earlier than usual but doesn’t open the door, instead opting to ring the doorbell.
you take off your gloves and get out of the kitchen, heading to the door. you slowly open it and you are met with your husband whose cheeks are painted a soft red hue with a sheepish smile gracing his lips.
“hey,” he greets before taking off his hat and bowing to you, “officer daichi, reporting for duty.”
a bouquet is revealed from his back as he hands it to you, “I heard you had a flower delivery; I hope you like…it?”
you gaze at the bouquet in your hand in silence which makes your husband slowly start fidgeting with his fingers, “honey…?”
“thank you…” you mumble and he combs his hair back, laughing lightly.
“it’s nothing really; it’s the least I can do,” he pauses for a moment, “can I go in?”
“oh my god right!” you step aside and he laughs again as he enters and takes his shoes off.
a smile is still on his face as he moves towards you and his hands rest on your hips, “I am home.”
you hum, wrapping you arms around his neck, “we still need to talk that over though,” and he simply nods, happy to be in your arms once again.
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sunflowerrosewood · 1 month
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Aoba Johsai Masterlist
Here is the masterlist for Aoba Johsai team and key is below
💗 - Fluff 🎆 - Smut 💔 - Angst
🌻 - Headcanon 🌹 - One Shot 🍄 - Imagine 🌸 - Multiple parts 🌼 - alphabet 🍀 - alternative universes
Oikawa Tooru
Falling and Confessing 💗🌻
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mrs-kodzuken · 2 months
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Ice cream & volleyball ♡
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Pairing: Tōru Oikawa x fem!reader
WC: 2k
Genre: fluff
CW: fem!reader, oikawa’s girlfriend, fluff, cursing, oikawa’s nephew takeru
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"Uncle Tōru, I'm bored!" I hear a small child shout from across the park.
"Shh, not so loud Takeru, it's rude." A extremely familiar voice spoke up, hushing the child softly.
I look over to see my boyfriend, Tōru Oikawa, with his nephew. A smile forms on my lips as I walk towards them.
"Hey Tōru, this is how you spend your monday afternoons?" I asked with a sly smile.
His shocked face was priceless, but he quickly replaced it with a smirk. Classic.
"Why of course, (Y/n)-chan. We were just heading to Takeru's volleyball class." Not surprising, Kawa loves his little nephew.
I look down at the small kid, who looked right back up at me.
"Hi, I'm (Y/n). Your uncle Tōru's girlfriend, say, you do wanna go get some ice-cream after your class?" I crouched down on my legs and smile sweetly at him.
Takeru's eyes practically had stars in them from what I had suggested.
"Can we, please!" He begged, looking up to Tōru, while I gave a smirk, looking up at him as well still in my crouched position by Takeru.
"Yeah, can we?" I ask my boyfriend with a little pout on my lips, the thing I know he can't say no to.
"Anything for you, (Y/n)-chan." He says happily.
I rolled my eyes at the insensitive words, "Takeru is here too."
"I'm here too, meanie!" I heard Takaru say at the same time as me.
I grab Takaru's littler hand so we all could walk over to his class. He started talking about how much he loves volleyball. Tōru taking him means the world to him and I just know it.
Sometimes it makes me want to have kids of my own.
Sometimes.
The topic had changed from Takeru learning volleyball - to me not ever playing it. It just wasn't something I thought about.
"What do you mean you don't know how to play?!" The small child shouted as I giggled hushing him down a bit.
"I don't know, I've never given sports much thought." I shrugged smiling down at the kid. Things get busy when you get older, unless you're Tōru and it's your hobby and future career.
It was as if an idea had sparked in the child's head as soon as those words left my mouth.
"I could teach you! We're almost there!" Suddenly, I was being dragged by a small child into his volleyball class.
I heard Tōru's voice shout out to us, "Hey! Takeru slow down!"
Once he caught up he immediately pulled Takeru's hand from mine.
"Uh huh, I see you buddy. (Y/n) is mine." He glared at his nephew.
I scoffed, "Tōru puh-lease," I scolded, "He's just excited, let him be." I give a warning look towards him and grab Takeru's hand, heading into the gym.
It was slightly filled with kids all practicing volleyball.
"I need to go put my backpack up. Then i'll teach you." I watch Takeru walk to put his blue bag into his personal cubby for the day.
I gave a small but sweet "Mhm" and kept my eye on him as he walked to the cubby.
"Why are you going to learn from that girlfriend stealer when you can learn from the Captain of Aoba Johsai." He smirked proudly, his hands on his hips.
He's way too full of himself sometimes. But then again I'm the one who's with him.
"No thank you, I'll go with Takeru." I smile sickenly sweet as I watched him come back to where we are.
I could basically feel the pressure of Kawa's sulking eyes from behind me.
"Alright little buddy, what we gonna work on first?" I clasped my hands looking a bin full of balls. I knew volleyball but I didn't exactly know volleyball if you know what I mean.
"Well I want to practice my serving. Maybe you should try receiving, it's over there." He pointed across the gym where I saw more kids bouncing a ball. They were doing it with friends, against the walls, and even by lonesome.
"Okay, that'll do. Practice some good serves for me please." I smiled at him and started my walk across the gym.
I was almost over there when a hand pulled my wrist , spinning me around.
"(Y/n), are you really going to do some recieving?" I saw Tōru look at me with a skeptical expression.
"Well.. yeah? I just told Takeru that I was." I answer.
He looked over to the receiving corner and glared. I turned around so quick to see a male teacher helping the kids.
"No I'll teach you." He grumbled and took my hand, pulling me the opposite way than where I was supposed to go.
"Tōru calm down, I'm pretty sure that man-dude has a wife." I rolled my eyes as he muttered something I couldn't understand.
We walked over to an empty net and he said he'll serve.
"Wait a minute, aren't your serves like really strong? Are you trying to break my arm or something?" I asked genuinely concerned about my arms.
"I'll go easy, but first you have to know how to recieve." He said and placed me in front of the net.
"First, you are going to throw the ball up and place your arms out. Then put them together and let it hit right here." He motioned making sure I was following his every move.
And I definitely was, even know he can be a bit much, I still love him.. and his glorious arms.
I nodded as he placed his right hand over his left one, receiving the ball. He looked at me and threw the ball up. As I went to recieve it like he taught me, it hit my arms then bounced to my face.
My hands immediately flew up to my face, holding the hurt, I mumbled a few 'ow's' here and there.
"Are you okay?" Tōru's shaky voice spoke up, he was trying to not laugh.
That little bitch. Just when I was complementing him and thought he was actually concerned about me.
Where's Iwaizumi when you need him to spike a damn ball on Tōru's head.
I glared at him, "I'm fine." I muttered picking up the ball.
"Hey! I didn't do anything wrong!" He defended himself, hands raised up.
"But you do want to make sure your hips move with your arms. Like you're returning the ball where it came from." He noted and then set a couple of balls.
After many, many, tries I finally was able to recieve half decently.
"Great! I've been itching to see how you'll handle my serve." He smiled mischievously at me.
"Tōru, you know what the doctor said, okay? Don't do a harsh one and over work yourself." I spoke with a serious tone, making my point know.
"I know, I know." He muttered, seemingly annoyed but thankful.
I glanced over to Takeru, making sure no one stole Tōru's nephew. No matter if it was a gym, people can't be trusted.
"Are you ready?" He spoke from the other side of the net.
I nodded, bracing myself for this. I watched him throw the ball and get a run and jump start.
I saw the ball heading towards the left side of the court. As if I had gotten over there in two seconds flat, I immediately got into a recieving position.
However, when the ball hit my hands I flew back and the ball went out of bounds, hitting the wall.
The stinging on my arms was noted as I picked myself up.
"Ah! (Y/n)! I'm sorry, did I kill you?!" I heard Tōro rushing over to me.
"Damn Tōru! That was amazing!" I shouted, despite the painful thumping I could feel in my arms.
"Language! Kids are here!" He scolded me, nonetheless he smiled happily with my praise.
"Right, sorry, but that was awesome." I praised him, fully knowing that I was increasing his ego even more than it already was.
Especially since he got complimented from his loved one.
"I kmow, right? I'm so amazing." He smirked.
"But are your arms okay? We can stop?" He accessed my arms, seeing the red tint on them from how powerful the force of the ball was.
"No, it's okay, I like this." I realized how my words could've been taken out of context.
Almost immediately, his eyebrows raised. As soon as he opened his mouth to say something, I threatened him.
"If you say something dirty Tōru, I swear I'll make Iwaizumi shove volleyball's up your ass tomorrow." I whispered the last part since kids were here.
He instantly straightened up, "Y-Yes ma'am." He saluted and dove under the net to the other side.
Tōru had sent seven of his monstrous serves to me before I finally decided that I was done.
My arms were going to literally break off, if not, then they were most likely going to bruise. I hadn't even received any of them either.
"Woah, your arms are so red!" Takeru exclaimed as he examined my arms.
"Yeah, they still hurt too. I wonder why?" I sent a pointed look at Oikawa with a 'see what the fuck you did' expression.
"Hey! You said you wanted to practice!"
"I wasn't expecting to receive your serve. My arms could have broken off!"
"It's not m-" I cut him off, turning my attention to Takeru to make him mad.
"Do you want to go get that icecream now?" I ask, knowing he will say yes.
I held my hand out to Takeru and he shook his head in a 'yes' motion whilst taking my hand.
"Don't ignore me!" Oikawa whined from behind us.
I focused my attention on the small child as we walked and entered the icecream parlor after leaving the gym.
"What kind do you want?" I asked Takeru, as I saw his face pressed against the cold glass. He was very closely and carefully examining the icecream flavors.
"This one please!" I laughed and motioned for him to get off the glass. Who knows what dirty germs are on it?
"Two scoops of strawberry icecream on one cone, one scoop of rocky road on another, and one scoop of cherry bourbon on the last cone please." I pull out a few bucks from my pocket to pay.
I peered behind me and saw Tōru still sulking far behind us.
I gave the strawberry cone to Takeru who graciously gave me a tight side hug as a thank you.
"Tōru? I got rocky road for you." I handed him the cone and smiled, knowing it was his favorite kind.
"Hmph, thank you." He muttered although his eyes shone in delight.
"The second scoop is for you right?" He mumbled examining the flavor of my cherry bourbon.
I nodded at him, "I'll leave the cone for you, it has chocolate at the bottom of it." I smiled, just how he likes it.
"Thank you, (Y/n)." He started licking the ice-cream.
"Can (Y/n) come again next week?" I heard Takeru yell beside us.
Tōru's eyes followed me, as if he was mentally asking me too.
"Sure! I don't think I'll have any plans next monday."
"Well, I don't want to let it be a hassle to you." Tōru said almost done with his icecream already.
"No it's alright." I snatched his cone out of his hands before he could eat mine like he usually does.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and my mom said I had to get home sooner rather than later.
"Awe, I have to go now. See you next Monday Takeru, see you tomorrow Tōru." I gave Tōru a small kiss on his cheek and Takeru one on his forehead.
When I was a couple feet away I heard Tōru complain about me taking his cone.
"Uncle Tōru, am I allowed to marry (Y/n)?"
I almost laughed out loud as I slowed my steps, wanting to hear Kawa's answer.
"Of course not! She's my girlfriend so I'm gonna make her my wife!" He argued with the child.
I rolled my eyes at his answer but that didn't stop the flush color coming onto my cheeks as I walked faster.
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a/n: this is from my “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want more!
the header is from sh-alnark on Tumblr
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stupidsagestars · 11 months
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𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 : millionaire lifestyle visuals !!
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★★- that's it!! Hope you enjoyed this, I hope this tempts you to check out the fanfic + series itself!!
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archiepudding · 1 year
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‘Sorry’ does not stop it from hurting!
Pairing: Oikawa x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Swearing
This is just some drabble I did a while a go and thought I’d post it. I’ve not really been feeling my writing lately and the people I used to share this with aren’t around anymore. So, I hope you guys can enjoy it :)
The main idea for this was rival business and a very persuasive Oikawa... but when is he not.
Summary: What can you do when you work across the road from the most wanted man in the world? Ignoring him seemed like the best bet, but he doesn't like that and has many other ideas.
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You had not managed to dodge the incoming attack. The dark coloured liquid targeting your chest like you were its assigned mission. Small splatters peppering your face like bullets. 
“Fuck, fuck,fuck–”
It was not the smartest idea. Idiotic. The silk material you had put on simply this morning clung to every part of you as you ripped it over your neatly tied back hair.
“My apologies.” A familiar voice said. “Oh– I don’t think here is the best–”
“Sorry does NOT stop it from hurting, ass--” You gritted your teeth. “– fuck!”
Half leant over, you used your knees to stabilise yourself, the tingle of heat still dancing across your chest. 
“Not very ladylike.”
After a moment, you turned your head to face the man. Although you recognised the modulated low voice, you hadn’t paid attention to its owner. 
He was wearing a crisped ironed suit, the black blazer jacket slumped over his broad shoulder and his tie loosely hung from the collar of his buttoned down shirt. This was a far cry from the man you recognised him as.
“What’s up with the suit…” Your eyes took themselves up and down the six foot, scowing man, his hand hovering over your back. You swatted it away, “Fuck, what was your name again?”
Is offence was a cologne he was certainly wearing it. “Oikawa.” He stated.
He followed your arms, both of them cutting across your chest when you stood up to face him. Heat burned through your cheeks, giving your crisom, recently exposed bra, a run for its money. A sudden blazer became the saviour of your remaining modesty.
“I’ve worked across the road from you for five years and you still can’t remember my name.”
“I don’t even know the names of the people I work with,” you said, placing the blazer on. “You’re lucky we are in a park, would probably be on someone’s facebook live by now!”
“I take it I won’t be getting the blazer back for a few days then?” He attempted a laugh. 
You didn’t. 
Oikawa cleared his throat. “Do you live far?” 
“Far enough.” 
You pick up your discarded blouse and cross over towards the exit of the park, the soft material pressed tightly against your numb skin. 
It wasn’t until a bald head glided past you that you met the second attack for the afternoon - a solid shoulder slamming into your freshly wounded front. Your feet remained planted and the frantic footsteps plodded in the other direction. Rage turned over your insides. What the heck! One - who drinks hot coffee in thirty-five degree weather… and two! Am I FUCKING INVISIBLE!
Oikawa, meanwhile, glanced around his surroundings, scanning to ensure there were in fact no witnesses to the previous situation. By the time he caught back up with you, you were almost at your intended destination.
“Let me buy you a new top!” 
“What?” You groaned.
“As an apology.”
“Is that your way of picking up women, spilling hot coffee on them?” you asked, your chest suddenly tight.
“You have to admit it is effective in removing clothes.” You gave a short laugh and when you did not answer he continued. “If anything you technically owe me a drink. Given you are wearing mine.”
You threw your head back, removing your hand as you examined the sky above you. There wasn’t a cloud in sight. Why did he have to have a black suit …
“Do I now?” you said bringing your head back down. “How rude of me not to offer.”
“You are forgiven.” You blinked at his braiseness, “And as an olive branch, how about I upgrade my offer to a dress. You can wear it tonight when you buy me my drink.”
Briefly forgetting he’d just scalded you with coffee, a small smile broke through your facade, only to be returned to normal. It was clear women liked Kuroo. It didn’t take a genius to see your colleagues swoon at a simple wave or smile. Of course you weren’t blind, you could understand the appeal; easy on the eyes, a partial gentleman, maybe some of your co-workers would pay for him to spill coffee on them for even a second of his time. Oikawa was certainly different from many of the other men you had met.
“Why do I get the feeling you aren’t the type of guy to take no for an answer?” A strain of impatience grew on your tone. 
There was a pause .He slipped his hand into the inner pocket of his suit, your heart thumped erratically in your chest, only to be quelled when he pulled out a brown leather wallet. He handed you a card. You had not intended to take what he was handing you but your body traitorously accepted his offer. What did it matter if you accept some money for a new –
“What do you do in that building! Money laundering?! This could get me a new car!” Your voice echoed through the street, causing a couple of heads to turn before you lowered your voice, “I’m sorry but it’s too much.”
Oikawa made no effort to accept your return, his hand swallowing your arm as he led you off to the side of the underground building. The chipped and graffitied concrete walls barricaded you both in. It was far from cosy, even with the mid-summer sun beating down on you both, and yet privacy slapped you hard in the face. 
He smiled down at you. A beautiful compliment to his prominent jawline.
“If it’s enough to buy a new car, then do it and you can pick me up at seven.”
“Seven?” You repeated.
“Yeah, I can pick you up for seven. What a perfect suggestion.”
When he gave you another smile, you had to give him credit. He was good.
But as quick as your intrigue had risen, it was cut off by the irritating sound of bells. 
“Are you going to get that?” You said, stepping back out onto the street.
His attention was quick to the screen. 
Doesn’t look good… not that you care…why do you care...
“Is everything ok–”
“I’ll see you at seven.”
He hightailed it out the narrow space, missing your tiny physique by inches. Confused and flustered, Oikawa shrank into the distance. His large frame soon swallowed in the ocean of suits and briefcases until you were left swamped in his thick blazer. 
How someone can work in such heavy material will never cease to amaze you. You turned back to the entrance of the underground, feeling in his pockets.
Damn! He took his wallet.
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