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forusomimiya · 1 year

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"Mmm baby… so cute and so greedy…" His words lash your body as he sinks into your neck and deposits wet kisses accompanied by moans each time you squeeze as he hits your cervix. "You make me feel so good, mi amor. Your body matching perfectly with mine, as if you were made for me… tan linda...".

"T-tooru… I don't understand what yar saying…" It's not the first time Oikawa praises you in Spanish, but hearing him speak is like music to your ears. Warm words that create a swirl deep inside you and oh god, you wish he would talk to you like that forever.

"But what about how you're squeezing around me? Do you like it when I talk to you like that, bebé? Your walls cling tighter to him as he whispers in your ear. His pace increases and he grabs you to fuck you deeper. He knows what you like and he's going for it.

"Please Tooru, I-I'm close… just- make me cum please, please…"

"Begging like a needy one? I see… How do you ask for things, cariño?" his constant thrusts prevent you from concentrating on the question. You try to clear your mind, come back to reality and focus on Oikawa, but now he's started massaging your hole and damn it, you just want to be a fucking mess and not think about what the fuck he wants you to answer. But if you don't, he won't give you what you want. "P-por - por favor....?" "Please... what?" his balls hitting your clit don't help this situation moving forward. "And look at me when I'm talking to you". You try to look back as best you can.

Damn. He's a fucking mess too. You won't last long, and knowing him, if you cum without his permission, maybe he'll torture you for a while longer. "Shit… I-I need you to fill me up, to cum inside me" you take a second to catch your breath and try not to blush at what you are about to say. "...por favor". "Buena chica... ahora córrete para mi... dirty me with your cum" His image fades from your eyes as you hear his command and you let yourself go, as if you were a bitch that has been trained by her master. You feel the pleasure slowly consume you as Oikawa focuses on you, on your grimaces of pleasure as you feel him filling you, and on your high-pitched, long moans, begging him for more, and reminding him how much you love him.

"Aahh yes, yes! thank you tooru...! thank you, I- I love you…"

"My dumb slut, I love you too...”

__________________________________________ don't worry, I'll put the translations here :D "mi amor" - "my love" "tan linda" - "so pretty"

"bebé" - "baby" "cariño" - "like... honey, sweetheart..." "por favor" - "please" "buena chica, ahora córrete para mi" - "good girl... now cum for me"

Well, it’s taken me about a MONTH to do this and oh my god, I rlly wanted to do it. It took me a while to think about the situation but well, here it is. I go to sleep happy, wishing to dream of an oikawa talking to me in Spanish 😴😴

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missmeinyourbones · 1 year

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YOU WISH IT WAS ME, DON’T YOU?

cw: fake dating, wedding cake testing, friends to lovers, mutual pining, so sweet i suddenly have a cavity, oikawa is a big fat nerd pass it on

You don’t think you hear him correctly the first time.

But when he repeats himself, brashly confident and clearly enunciating his syllables between teeth and tongue, you know you’ve heard him right.

You can’t stop yourself from blurting out a genuine, “And why the fuck would we do that?”

Your words are harsh but granted, it is a stupid request.

Oikawa has officially decided the two of you should go to a bakery for wedding cake testing—to pretend to be an engaged couple. In public. As friends. Platonically. For fun.

He must’ve gotten hit in the head at practice.

“For free cake, obviously,” he shrugs, clearly not seeing an issue with his brilliant idea. “Come on, there’s gotta be a brain somewhere in that pretty little head of yours. You should use it every now and then.”

You ignore his backhanded tease (and the way your heart skips over the word “pretty” leaving his lips in reference to you.)

You pray your poker face is decent enough as you send him a glare that’s meant to be intimidating. However, the smirk growing on his face let’s you know it’s mediocre at best.

“Tooru, that doesn’t even make any sense,” you try to reason with the idiotic proposal. His head innocently turns to the side in confusion, so you begrudgingly elaborate.

“We can just buy a cake,” you rationalize, as any normal person would. “I’ve seen your paycheck and trust me, you can afford it.”

His tongue prods against his cheek in amusement (and pride) at your dig before he continues with his act, whining like a child and pouting his stupid lips.

“But that’s not the point,” he drawls the word out for at least three full seconds.

He takes a dramatic inhale, “This makes it more exciting, it's like—a whole extravagant thing!” His hands fly out by his sides, showcasing the grand gesture of how fancy the idea seems in his puny little mind.

While he thinks he’s painting an intricate picture, you aren't seeing his vision.

“It’s a silly and overdramatic ordeal, all for some lousy cake.”

At your pessimism, he scurries his way over to where you mope on his kitchen barstool. He’s never been one for utilizing personal space, but the conversation topic at hand has you overthinking every single thing he does. He’s so close you can feel the wind of his movements, the air of his dramatic exhales. You do yourself a favor and choose to look anywhere that’s not his face.

Stopping right before you, his hands clasp together in a begging formation as he borderline pleads.

“You won’t need to worry about anything, I’ll handle it all. I’ll book it, drive us in—I’ll even pay if they actually saddle us into buying something!”

When you finally pull your gaze away from your fidgeting fingers and up to his face, his eyes are glimmering with excitement. Though your stare would appear exasperated to most, he knows there’s love behind it. He can feel it.

“All you need to do,” he whispers with a knowing smile, “is come.”

You ignore how your stomach flutters. His word choice has you blushing and fuck, you can’t tell if he’s doing it on purpose or not.

You sigh with irritation and though Tooru knows you’re not quite done putting up a fight, he’s already won. The look in your skeptic eye tells him you’ve already agreed.

“If we like the cake, they’re going to expect us to follow up, with, like—actual wedding plans,” you try to reason.

“So we get married,” he easily concludes with a smile. “Well, maybe. We’ll see how this first date goes, huh?”

You overlook the wink he shoots you and how it makes your cheeks flush hot. “And if we get caught?

“That’s what makes it so fun. Our own dirty little secret.”

Okay, he’s definitely doing it on purpose.

“But that won’t happen,” he casually concludes, shrugging his shoulders with blasé confidence, “I can be very convincing.”

A silent staring contest ensues and Tooru knows he has you in the palm of his calloused hand. He watches as you struggle to fight off the smile that fights to work its way from the corners of your lips and across your entire face. Serving the final blow, he pokes your side gently and watches the grin take over.

“Do you ever tell the truth?” your eyes roll but your smile makes up for it.

He shrugs happily, “I like to lie.”

…

“And this is our white chocolate ganache filling.”

You don’t know why you’re here.

The bakery is small, cozy. A family-owned business that sits on the corner of Main Street downtown. You pass it sometimes on your daily commute to work, allowing yourself to ogle at the pastries in the display window if the weather is nice enough.

The sweet woman scheduled to run your consultation was waiting for you both by the door when you arrived. She’s an older woman, small in stature but her kindness makes up for it. You can tell she loves what she does by how she’s gleaming at the tiny details of your supposed love.

How Tooru opens the door for you, how he fixes your hair when you remove your coat, how you blush when she addresses the two of you as the soon-to-be Mr. And Mrs. Oikawa.

Eager to get the process started and sit you down, she goes through all of the assortments of flavors in what feels like one singular breath. Af if she’s some kind of dessert-wizard, she begins to list all possible kinds of combinations. Some sweet and fruity, others dense and rich.

It’s an overwhelming scenario in general, and knowing the truth behind the matter makes it all the more intimidating.

“It all looks so great,” you sheepishly stutter behind a smile, “I don’t even know where to start, honestly.”

The baker continues to overflow with excitement, “Wherever you want! It’s all yours—but we do have one tradition. For your first bite.”

Tooru indulges, now intrigued by the mystery, “Do tell.”

The woman blushes like a cherry tomato.

“You have to feed it to each other,” she practically oozes with excitement, “as practice for your actual big day! It’s a good luck thing we like to encourage all of our couples to participate in.”

She eyes your brief exchange of worried glances before carefully adding, “Only if they’re comfortable, of course!”

The hole you’ve dug yourself in just keeps getting deeper and deeper.

You slowly nod your head in faux confidence, an act Oikawa clearly sees right through.

“Yeah, sure,” you reluctantly agree. Almost immediately, a hand is on your shoulder and a pair of lips is skimming the shell of your ear.

“Look, we don’t have to—”

“Just pick a flavor, Tooru,” you snap.

He decides on a classic strawberry shortcake blend.

The tiny sample square is bright and endearing. Vanilla cake covered in a blush white frosting, stuffed with a flavored whip, and decorated with a sugared strawberry sitting bold on top. It looks delicious, almost so perfect that you don’t want to pry your shaky fork into it. But Tooru does, so you follow suit.

He makes the first move. His grip on the utensil is tight in a way that he hopes comes off as sturdy, as he slowly maneuvers closer to you. Like feeding a child a spoonful of mashed vegetables, he mimics an airplane before teasing.

“Open wide.”

With a subtle glare, you do. And he does the same. And the two of you are equally guilty of watching one another's lips curl around the metal and savor the airy sweetness dancing on your tongues.

It’s incredible. It’s delicious. And it’s the first one.

“Oh my god,” your fiancé for the evening practically moans in bliss, “Oh god, I think I died and went to heaven.”

Normally, you’d whack his arm, but given the circumstances (being the faux relationship you need to sell and how delicious the cake truly is), you resist the tempation.

“Okay, normally I’d call you dramatic, but it’s actually really good.”

Tooru opens his eyes in a daze before placing his hand over his heart in a swoon.

“And my very own personal angel? Yup, this is definitely heaven.”

...

The afternoon gets easier. You try nearly every flavor the bakery has to offer, every combination the woman recommends. From dulce de leche to lemon raspberry to chocolate mousse, everything tastes incredible and leaves your stomach fluttering with a fullness it's never known.

At least you think that's the cakes doing, and certainly not courtesy of the man sitting beside you.

With all flavors consumed and the consensus being weighed, the woman eagerly awaits your thoughts.

Tooru’s hand finds the small of your back as you sit in the cushioned chairs of the bakery. “What do you think, darling? Which one’s your favorite?”

An instant fire dances in the pit of your stomach—burning bright and contagious and terribly loud.

“I think I like this one the best,” you decide. Pointing at the strawberry shortcake, Oikawa beams.

“Knew you were gonna say that one!” his tongue darts between his teeth as he grins. “Me too. I mean, you do have great taste, after all.”

Tooru generously tips the sweet lady for the free consultation, and you don’t miss how his smile grows in size when she wishes you a happy and healthy life together. He thanks her without a second thought.

“We’re probably gonna take a day or two to think some things over, but I think it’s safe to say we’ll be in touch!” He practically hollers as he guides you out of the door and back into his car.

Stuffed to the brim with sugar and batter, you're exhausted. Amid the biggest food coma of your life, you crawl inside his passenger seat and immediately close your eyes. Though not asleep, you keep them shut when you hear him curse beneath his breath and close your door.

“Shit, I think I left my wallet on the table. Be right back!”

…

Oikawa’s car pulls into your driveway. Once the car is shifted into park, he’s removing his hand from the steering wheel and turning to where you ;lazily slump in his passenger seat.

He raises his eyebrows in amusement at your tired and full appearance. Catching his eye, you groan in response and lean against the window.

“I’m so full, I can’t even breathe.”

“And you call me dramatic,” he scoffs with a smile on his face.

You turn to him, sincere and delicate as you ask, “Are you happy? You got your dose of free cake.”

“Ecstatic,” his tone is soft, but he means it. “Iwa-chan’s gonna be mad when he sees my cholesterol levels, though.”

A laugh breathes through your nose, “He’d find a way to be mad at you, anyway.”

After a moment of quiet breathing, you dramatically sit up with a sigh, stretching your body and unbuckling your seatbelt. Tooru uses your movement as a distraction to reach for something in the backseat of his car.

When you face him to say goodbye, a tiny to-go container sits atop his car’s center console. His eyes dart from the box to your face, a silent request for you to open it.

Your brow crinkles in confusion, so he laughs and answers your silent question.

“A thank you,” he softly elaborates, “for coming with me.”

You hide your blush, “I think if I look at another piece of cake, I’ll start bleeding cream cheese frosting.”

“Oh, just open it,” he begs.

Inside the box sits a single piece of strawberry shortcake, the very first flavor you tried and your ultimate favorite of the day. It's a tiny slice, but its size isn't what you hone in on—a little frosting heart sits smack dab in the middle of the top, a detail Tooru had personally asked the woman to quickly add when going back into the shop.

While it’s a small gesture, it’s a reflection of his true intentions. As childish as he is, he didn't bring you along today just for some free cake. He did it to spend time with you—it was just an extra perk that he got to feed you cake and call you darling while doing so.

You melt in honor at the pretty pastry in front of you.

It’s no wedding or proposal or confession in the slightest, but it makes you smile, and Tooru hopes it's a step in the right direction.

#oikawa tooru #oikawa #oikawa x you #oikawa tooru x you #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa tooru fluff #oikawa fic #oikawa tooru fic #oikawa haikyuu #oikawa tooru haikyuu

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sleepskie · 5 months

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Haven't posted in a very long time so have this Oikawa drawing i drew for a very good friend's bday 🫶💚

#oikawa #oikawa tooru #tooru oikawa #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa haikyuu #oikawa tōru #hq oikawa #iwaoi #oiiwa #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu fandom #haikyuu fanart

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leahdrawsstuff · 6 months

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that thing about Oikawa being considered one of the top anime villains alongside actual serial killers is like very obviously a cute joke but if you think about it hard enough it kinda wraps back around to being true?

like ok obviously Oikawa isn’t ‘evil’, he isn’t a murderer and isn’t even really a villain by definition, but Haikyuu is an anime in which the volleyball games are their version of ‘battles’ and the opposing teams are ‘enemies’. And Oikawa is the first real formidable ‘enemy’ introduced in Haikyuu.

his intelligence and ability to pick up on Karasuno’s subtle signaling is downright frightening, he targets his serve to specific players with the literal intention of wearing down their morale and mental fortitude. He’s calculating, manipulative, and makes the audience worry about the fate of the heroes. To me, that sounds like an interesting ‘villain’ worth praising.

#not art #Ik this is incredibly random but I’m reading the manga for the first time and realized this #like as much as ‘remember when oikawa murdered the entire Karasuno team with his triple homo spin serve’ is funny #don’t underrate how interesting of an antagonist he is!#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #anime #anime analysis #oikawa tooru #haikyuu oikawa #sports anime #oikawa haikyuu #anime villain

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emmyrosee · 11 months

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EMMY EMMY EMMY!

I come with another Tik Tok trend I'm obsessed with.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CqoOfZ9IxZb/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

(this is technically a reel but it started on TikTok)

Imagine doing that chain pull to some of our lovely volleyball dorks. Some would be absolutely shocked and flabbergasted especially if their partner is normally very shy and dare I say submissive Some would just be so smug about it and possibly turn it back onto you, but I think the overall reaction would just be them being absolutely turned on from reader doing that.

I'm trying to think of anyone specific but I can't choose lol so I'm leaving it up to you!

JEAR DESUS-

No because. BECAUSE, B E C A U S E?? I thought very long and very hard about this, and you can’t TELL ME THIS ISNT OIKAWA OKAY?? JOSH IS COMPLETELY OIKAWA ENERGY JUST LOOK THROUGH THE OTHER VIDS OKAY 😤😤❤️

And he’s such a cocky bastard that the idea such a trend could render him a complete wreck is just… it’s so delicious.

Like he’s used to you shoving him into your tiktoks, and sure, when you asked him what chain he was wearing, he gave you an honest answer because it’s you, you’d never do anything sneaky or nefarious to him to give him more gray hairs, right?

You’ve never lead him astray before, he lies to himself.

“Baby,” you chirp from the other room, taking his attention from his book to look out into the hallway.

“What, love?”

“Come here, I found a new tiktok trend!” He sighs dramatically and loud enough for you to hear, “hush! It’ll take all of four minutes, come here.”

“I don’t have the energy for this,” he teases, but he does instantly come over and plant himself in front of you. You grin and gently press the record button on your phone, and the music starts to play.

You gently sway and dance against him, and he sinks his teeth into his lip and grins happily.

Then, you grip his chain, and as you pull him down, he yelps in shock before his eyes go wide and his jaw slacks. You’re exuding a complete dominance that he is weak to, and he feels a clammy nervousness break over his muscles and skin.

Your hand smooths up his cheek, and he whimpers before giving the camera a cheeky look. You snicker, but your world flips and your camera is left to itself as he tosses you over his broad shoulder and makes a mad dash for the hallway.

“Rip everything off of me. I’m yours, babe. You’re killing me with these fuckin’ trends.”

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pfpanimes · 2 years

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⌕ haikyū - oikawa tooru.

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eurydicees · 11 months

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currently thinking about oikawa in vaguellyyyyy the place of jokić (NBA player who just won the finals). i promise i’m going somewhere with this just stick with me for a sec.

oikawa, who everyone knows lives and breathes volleyball, who cares about nothing more than volleyball. who moved to argentina and left his home country and citizenship to play more volleyball and be able to stand on the court longer. to be stronger on his own.

and then there’s a month that he disappears and takes his excused absences from a few games. it’s known that he goes back to japan, but no one has details. there are plenty of theories, but he confirms none of them.

when he comes back, there’s something just a little different about him. he’s just as determined and passionate and ambitious and just as willing to do anything to climb to the top as he was before, yes. but there’s a different glow to him. a different tired but happy. a different satisfied.

san juan wins the league championship that year. he’s clearly excited about it, vibrating with pride and happiness and celebration. he also goes to the post-game conference and says things no one ever thought they would hear from THE tooru oikawa.

“how does it feel to break the record for service aces in one game and be called one of the best setters in the league?” “is that really the record? that’s it? hm.”

“are you excited for the celebrations back in san juan?” “when are those?” “next week.” “oh. i kind of just wanted to go home to japan. damn.”

it causes a burst of speculation on social media again. the greatest setter in the league treating his biggest accomplishment to date as just another day at work? had he lost his love for it?

it’s only two weeks later, when oikawa gets back to japan that people understand. he hasn’t lost his love at all, and he’s just as ready to take down everything in his path to be able to stand on the court longer. to keep winning. the volleyball nations league. the world cup. the olympics. he still wants to beat japan and everyone who has ever stood in his way.

(it’s just that he also now has something as bright as a medal to come home to.

he posts a picture of himself, iwaizumi, and a beautiful baby girl all grinning at the camera. the baby has his medal around her neck and oikawa is holding her tenderly as iwaizumi takes the picture.

this win is for my family, the caption reads, because coming home to these two is the best reward i’ve ever won.)

#I JUstLOVE THEM SO MUCH. OK. OK LOOK. I JJST LOVE HIM.#haikyuu #iwaoi #tooru oikawa #oikawa #oikawa hcs #iwaoi headcanon #oikawa tooru #oikawa haikyuu #oikawa headcanons #hq!!

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 9 months

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𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾

{ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾. }

up and coming star oikawa who gets the neighborhood girls coming up to his door, like always, but even more so since he started to get traction outside of your city. girls askin to go out with him, be his arm candy or be in his videos all of them except the one he really wants— you.

granted you and him never really talked or hung out before apart from that one time for a school project, but that one time was special to him, and he knew from the way you avoided him and the other athletes that tried to come up to you and chat you up, that you weren’t the type be the center of attention, which he was right about.

you didn’t like the spotlight, at all, the pressure, judginess and mean comments wasn’t for you, so he was ecstatic when he got an rsvp, an invitation, to your new original clothing shop saying you wanted a small reunion, to have a chill party for your success. he jumped right on it, telling his manager he’d be off the grid for a day or two and drove two cities over to your opening.

it was a cute little gathering, there was champagne, appetizers and there were two racks of clothes set out, a few mannequins sporting outfits. you had some of your family and friends and he also recognized a few people from school, he had finally got a moment with you to himself, wanting you to converse with your guests before he hopefully took up the rest of your time.

you’re sat in a temporary booth when oikawa awkwardly walked over, sliding into the seat. "soo.. great turnout right?" you nod giggling when you see him sweat drop. "yes it is, i’m actually very proud of myself." he agrees looking around the store.

"and you should be, this is amazing! i never knew that you did stuff like this, or that you were even into fashion you probably don’t remember me.. but i’m toru oikawa, from 203 science." he rambles his hand rubbing the back of his neck your gentle voice pulling him from his thoughts.

"yea i remember you oikawa. you were popular back then, now you’re famous. i had always wondered where you went." he chuckle dryly. "yea high school.. i’m on a break from volleyball right now i coach occasionally, but i’m a model. ya know, posing and stuff?" you tease a smile on your lips. "yea, i know posing and stuff."

he pauses before looking at you. "i would’ve never thought you would’ve given me an invite. i honestly thought i wasn’t even on your radar, you never really hung out with me so it’s surprising that my crush held for this long." your eyes widened when he paled. "you had a crush on me?" the cat was out of the bag and he was too old to be acting like he was still in high school so he confessed while looking off into the distance.

"i mean yea i had a crush on you, a huge one at that. you were cool and quiet, you didn’t care about the popularity and labels but it was like you were avoiding me whenever we were in school." you laugh heartily before scoffing in disbelief.

"i can’t believe you had a crush on me.. i liked you too, but you were always out in the open and had at least 6 girls on your arms, i guess the timing just wasn’t right." he looked at you astonished, a clumsy smile setting on his lips, he held his hand open on the table reaching out to you.

"i mean.. we��re both here right now and not to brag but my crush is still growing, getting stronger by the moment actually." you laugh looking to him then his hand grabbing it, a soft smile on your face. "what a coincidence."

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

#city.writes #black writers #oikawa x black!reader #oikawa x black fem!reader #tw black reader #tw not for non blacks 😒#black reader #black fem reader #x black reader #x black fem reader #black yn #oikawa #toru oikawa #oikawa haikyuu

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o2amu · 2 years

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“can i have some more lip balm please.”

“nope.” oikawa quickly declines.

you’re shocked by his blatant refusal. “what? why not?”

he smiles, shortly sighing afterwards. “because. you always loose yours and end up using all of mine!”

you look away with a guilty expression not wasting a second of denying his statement. “okay fine, just this one last time, i swear.”

oikawa gives in and begins digging for the tube in his jacket pocket until a lightbulb sparks on the top of his head. a smirk creeps on his face as he twists the cap open.

“…what?” you ask.

“you can only have some if you give me a kiss.”

you shoot him a confused look. “seriously?”

you roll your eyes and bring your face closer to his, but he slowly dodges your attempt at kissing him.

an even more puzzled gaze sits on your face as it seems he contradicted his own request. “what are you doing? you said you wanted a kiss.”

“not what i meant.” he remarks with a cocky smirk, obviously one that’s enjoying teasing you.

“tooru i swear…”

“i mean exactly what i said. you’re getting some lip balm by kissing me.”

you silently watch him squeeze an extra amount onto his lips and rubbing them together before he playfully shoots a kissy face at you.

“you’re so stupid.” you chuckle but pull him in for a kiss anyway. he smiles into the kiss and deepens it, ‘making sure’ you’d get balm you asked for.

you pull back, slightly out of breath. “hm… i dont think that was enough. i’m gonna need another kiss.”

“yeah? well i definitely don’t mind that at all.”

#thanks naya for the… help yes #haikyuu!!#haikyuu hcs #hq imagines #hq fluff #haikyuu #oikawa haikyuu #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa toru x you #oikawa toru #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x gn reader #oikawa toru fluff #oikawa x you #oikawa x reader #hq oikawa #oikawa fluff

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i4sunarin · 1 year

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⠀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ⠀⠀ ͏ ⠀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝘀𝗮𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹.

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⠀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ⠀⠀ ͏ ⠀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ⠀⠀ ͏ psd.@miniepsds

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rambeu · 1 year

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what if i doodled a tooru in 2023. what then.

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ahuublog · 1 year

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oikawa tooru as a boyfriend

you don’t know how you find yourself dating oikawa

it’s just… unexpected

you’re like elizabeth bennet – he seems to be rather proud and boastful and beautiful (you don’t even try to deny it)

so you are pretty prejudiced when you’re firstly introduced to each other

matsukawa and hanamaki do this, actually

so you’re a little bit confused by his unexpectedly light and not that shameless smile

and you’re even more confused when it turns out that talking with him goes with the flow

it just feels so comfortable

yeah, you’re kinda lost

but he suddenly invites you to the university game and you can’t say no

though you still don’t believe it’s something more than a flirty joke

but you can’t stop smiling in return when oikawa beams after noticing you

you end up discussing the game after they win

and the team is just laughing at you

“captain, she doesn’t run away from your volleyball stories. you should take her to the altar”

“firstly – on a date” – oikawa makes you cough with such answer

but here you are

dating oikawa and being strangely wonderful with it

he’s CHEEKY

but in a good way – he never crosses the border and never upsets you, he just jokes and makes remarks all the time

obviously, volleyball is important

you’re not fond of playing yourself, but you adore watching oikawa at games

he just beams whenever he holds a ball in his hands

and you beam while looking at him

so it’s literally two of you adoring each other’s achievements and interests

that is what makes you relationship so wonderful

you both don’t pretend – he never holds back from discussing what is important to him (iwaizumi tells you one day that it’s a huge problem for tooru)

he’s cheeky right but he LOVES you

literally the biggest soft spot for you

like he can’t stop smiling whenever you’re in the room

stupid pick-up lines

“do you have a driving license? cause you’re driving me crazy”

you simply kiss him in return

and he melts

like MELTS

that makes all the team prank him

but he’s not against it

“i have a friend and a girlfriend in one person, don’t be jealous, dudes”

kisses you on the neck whenever he can

you got chills everywhere because of that and he knows

so he does that on purpose

you giggle and he continues to kiss you

hugs you all the time

let’s sum up – you're just head over heels in love with each other

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