#oikawa like twice and then never again

[aqricus]

Tendo with a crybaby roommate,, can’t do much as raise your voice at her or she starts crying

It used to unsettle him because the only time people gave him that reaction was when he looked at people…he’s a monster ya know? But then you come along and he just slowly realizes you’re not scared of his looks, not scared of him, you’re just a big ass baby 😭 loves telling Ushijima about you and always chuckles when he calls you a handful :( cause you’re actually not, sure it was stressful to handle at first but once he was used to it? ‘S easy!

It’s not hard to be gentler. It’s not hard for him be more tender with his words, with his expressions. Really, it’s nice that he’s afforded this moment of gentleness. Cathartic even cause it not only works for you but for him as well. Makes him feel nice :’))

However when he’s in one of his moods— when he’s feeling really sadistic n mean, you’re the perfect target. Coming home after dealing with a particularly insufferable customer and just going off when he sees a couple bowls in the sink— like you’ve been here all day why didn’t you wash them???

And when you finally start crying? when you start tearing up n hiccuping? he copies them, embarrassing you with his purposely terrible imitation of you. even giggles a little when you cry harder :(

Tries to ignore his hard on cause why is this hot??? but you look up at him with those red, puffy eyes and whines of “m’srry Ten” and he just cracks :(((( like can you cum on his face like that? clench around his dick like that? he’s gotta know

oh my GOD--

he's so MEAN :( you hate it when he yells at you, even more when he mocks you. the way he always seems to loom over you and make you feel even smaller than he usually does doesn't help, either. he'd have noticed the dynamic between you when you first met, but he never really fully PROCESSED it until now, and now it's got his dick twitching in his pants. it's almost shameful on his end, how hard he gets when he sees you shrink under his cruelty with those big, teary eyes and whimpered apologies. you think he doesn't like you anymore--what if you've finally pushed him over the edge?

when, actually, it's quite the opposite. now, he's straightening up, keeping his eyes on you, slipping his hands into the pockets of his sweats, thinking. it shouldn't turn him on the way it does, seeing you cry and apologize to him for something so trivial. would you cry when you cream all over his face until your legs tremble? would you sob and drip tears onto the mattress when he's eating it from the back? would you cling to him and whine that you're sorry when he fucks you into the mattress after so obliviously showing off your ass to his visiting friend in those stupid, little cotton shorts he loathes loves?

#we need more haikyuu thirsts on this blog bc i rly talked about #oikawa like twice and then never again #but tendo???? listen. i--listen. listen. #hAha #fuck #tendo <3 #tendo smut #haikyuu smut

[stawbeemilk]

⤷ insecurities they think are beautiful; part 2 – hq

✩ characters: various

✩ warnings: none

✩ a/n: i've been super busy with work but i'm finally back! i decided to write a part 2 to this bc i've been feeling pretty down lately. but yeah these are once again all things i personally struggle with or have struggled with in the past ◡̈

⭑ bare face

every time he gets the opportunity to see you without makeup, he swears he feels his heart beat twice as fast. of course he appreciates all the time and effort it takes for you to do your makeup, but he just thinks there's something so intimate about seeing you fresh out of the shower, your hair still damp and your face entirely bare. he doesn't miss the way you tend to avoid eye contact, how you shy away from him and subconsciously try to hide your face, and it makes his heart sink because how do you not realise how cute you are? his favourite part of the day is waking up next to you and getting to see your pretty face, imperfections and all— it never fails to make his heart flutter.

⤷ hinata, fukunaga, iwaizumi, tendou, suna, osamu, ennoshita

⭑ messy hair

he thinks your unruly hair is adorable. he knows that it can sometimes make you feel a little self-conscious, worrying that you don't look presentable with your hair a mess and finding yourself becoming frustrated with it because of how long you spend trying to style it in the morning, but he loves the way it sets you apart from everyone else. he might occasionally tease you about it, but it's always intended to be lighthearted and he never means anything by it. likes to ruffle your hair for his own amusement, making it even messier than it is already and enjoying the way you pout at him and try to smooth it down.

⤷ kuroo, tsukishima, matsukawa, yaku, akaashi, daishou, hoshiumi

⭑ beauty marks

he finds himself drawn to the pretty marks on your face, unable to take his eyes off you because you're so beautiful. whenever he goes to kiss you he always starts off by letting his lips trail over the points of your face where your marks reside, before softly pressing them against your own. he loves how unique they make you look, and he thinks they compliment your features perfectly. it makes him so sad when he sees you trying to cover them up with makeup, and the fact that you don't see them the way he does genuinely hurts him. he loves the idea that your beauty marks are where your lover kissed you the most during your past life, and he likes to kiss them in hopes that he'll be leaving those marks on you in your next life too.

⤷ sugawara, kai, oikawa, tanaka, konoha, kita, hirugami, asahi

⭑ cellulite

he loves to randomly grab your thighs at any chance he gets, enjoying the way the supple flesh feels under his palms. he thinks you look amazing in thigh high socks and cute little skirts, and whenever he sees the small amount of pudge at the top of your socks he'll definitely have a hard time keeping his hands to himself. to be honest he probably didn't even realise you had cellulite until you pointed it out to him, too preoccupied with how absolutely gorgeous you look to notice such a small detail. reminds you that it's completely normal and natural, and will reassure you that he thinks it's beautiful as many times as it takes until you start to believe him.

⤷ daichi, bokuto, yamamoto, kyotani, atsumu, nishinoya, meian

⭑ being thin

he honestly can't understand why you don't like your body, because in his eyes you're literally perfect. he knows that you tend to wear baggier clothing most of the time, the loose fabric swallowing up your figure and concealing the parts you dislike the most about yourself, but he would be lying if he said he didn't love those days when it's really hot outside and you opt for something that's a little more revealing than usual. he adores the way tighter clothes look on you, and the way they show off and accentuate your beautiful figure. he thinks you look so pretty and delicate, and the fact you're smaller than him makes him swoon.

⤷ kageyama, kenma, hanamaki, sakusa, yamaguchi, goshiki, kunimi

⤷ please do not repost my works on any other sites!

#★彡 elle’s writings .ᐟ #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #various x reader #haikyuu various x reader #iwaizumi x reader #suna x reader #osamu x reader #kuroo x reader #tsukishima x reader #akaashi x reader #sugawara x reader #oikawa x reader #bokuto x reader #atsumu x reader #kenma x reader #sakusa x reader

[eashn]

hq | how they jack off

with kuroo, bokuto, oikawa, iwaizumi, saeko, and kageyama.

summary: hq characters and their masturbation habits

warnings: NSFW content, fem!reader, male and female masturbation, mentions of rough sex, mentions of oral sex (male and female receiving), phone sex, anal play, bruising, light dom/sub dynamics here and there, many many mentions of tits and ass, mention of fingering

A/N - i rewatched haikyuu and these fuckers starting screwing around in my brain again like they owned the place so here’s what came of that. happy reading, expect more of this crap soon lmao

Kuroo Tetsurō

filthy with it

needs his hand slick—with lube, lotion, spit. whatever’s closest.

he’s rough. rubs himself ragged and sweats through his sheets

grunts and groans, mutters your name here and there

usually goes multiple rounds

That’s it—fuck, baby,” Kuroo rasped, pumping his length in his cum-coated fingers. He’d already finished twice to the thought of his cock in your pretty mouth.

His sheets were damp beneath him and the salty tang of sweat clouded the air, but he didn’t give a damn. All he could think about was you. Your deft hands. Your lips, slick with drool. Your glassy eyes staring up at him as he fucked his cockhead down your throat. He groaned at the image, tightening his sticky fingers around his shaft. 

“Like that,” he muttered, wishing it was really you. Because despite the lewd glide of his palm, the puddles of cum crusting on his abdomen, this was nowhere as obscene as the real thing: your wanton whines and moans, the filthy sound of skin slapping skin. God, he wanted to mess you up—make you feel just as dirty as he felt right now. No matter how many times he’d already seen it, he craved to watch you fall apart beneath him again. 

Bokuto Kōtarō

desperate

god, bokuto doesn’t even like masturbating—the feeling’s nowhere near what it’s like to be with you 

but when bokuto needs it, he needs it bad

he’s loud: gasping moans and vulgar, noisy thrusts into his palm

fists his sheets as if he’s grabbing at your skin

He hated that he was doing it—it felt wrong, felt like betrayal. He didn’t want anyone but you to make him feel good. Fuck, it wasn’t like his hand felt nearly as good as the tight grip of your cunt anyways.

But he couldn’t help it, could he? Not after he’d seen that cute little selfie you sent him. 

He whined, squeezing his cock in one hand and his phone in the other as he stared at picture—at your soft, pretty smile and flushed cheeks, and lower…the white tank you’d chosen to wear for the day’s heat. It was just slightly damp at the collar; beads of sweat pooled in the hollow of your throat. He’d twitched in his pants when he caught that, images of you slick and sweaty beneath him clouding his mind. “Darlin’,” he moaned when he noticed the way the shirt hugged your tits. Shit, he wanted—no, needed that body in his hands, that body he called absolutely perfect no matter how much you disagreed. His fingers slid up and down his shaft, faster and faster, as he squeezed his eyes shut and imagined bucking up into you. He wanted those perky tits bouncing in front of his face, your needy whines filling his ears, your grabby hands winding their way into his hair—

“Fuck,” he breathed, halting his motions and staring at the phone in his hand. He had an idea. 

And before he knew it, Bokuto was hitting the Video Call button and positioning himself in front of the camera. 

Oikawa Tōru

usually a bitchy top, oikawa gets so subby when you’re not around 

he knows you like being tossed around, so he’s always given you that—happily so

but tōru’s never met your dominant side, the one that’d love to replace the desperate fingers he’s got in his ass with a nice, meaty strap-on

or ride his cock till he was begging you to stop

so he keeps those fantasies a secret for now. 

but, oh, he’s a slutty mfer. edges himself and whines your name. dirty talks into his pillow like he’s being filmed

“Please—please, baby, wanna cum—fuck, please let me cum—” 

On his elbows and knees, Oikawa shoved his face into the mattress, bucking his hips into his hand. Drool dribbled from his parted lips as he fucked his fist, imagining it was you. His back arched beautifully—if you were there, you’d have a perfect view of the little buttplug in his ass. 

“Need…you,” he whimpered, wiping the drool with his other hand. “Need that cunt—please.” God, he sounded like a bitch. He wanted you to say so, to degrade him like the whore he knew he was. “Aw, Tōru. You’re a dirty thing, aren’t you.”  He keened, imagining that kind of filth tumble from your rosy lips. And, burying his face back into his sheets, Oikawa came.

Iwaizumi Hajime

big BURLY man but he looks so pretty spread out on his couch, thick cock in hand

usually ends up doing it after working out; the testosterone’s flowing and all that 

a groaner. dark and low, iwa growls your name

flips through dirty pics of you on his phone while doing it

uses spit as lube. he’s a frugal man—doesn’t like spending money on something nice when something shitty does the job

spit’s quicker anyway. he’s eager when he needs release.

It was all he could think of the minute he got home from the gym: your pert little ass in front of him as he pounded into you from behind. God, he was pervy. He was disgusting for wanting you like this, every goddamn time after a good lift. 

But, fucking hell. He needed to cum. 

Dumping his bag on the floor, yanking out his phone, Iwa slumped down onto the couch—not even making it to his bedroom. In seconds, his cock was in his hand and his phone was open to the photos you’d taken the last time you fucked. You: in doggy, his seed smeared across your asscheeks and leaking from your hole. His handprints and his hickies all over your skin. 

“Pretty girl,” Iwa snarled, tilting his head back and thumbing the precum dribbling from his tip. He spat obscenely in one hand, grasping his shaft and pumping it up and down, up and down, nice and slow. 

“That’s it, babygirl,” he groaned, seeing your bare skin behind squeezed-shut eyes, envisioning himself groping your flesh. “Take it—fuck—take it all.”

Tanaka Saeko

fuck me up mama

LOUD by nature—she’s grunty and whiny, she groans and she gasps. 

buries her face in her pillowcase to keep it quiet 

used to invest generously in lube, but fuck, she doesn’t need it anymore. she gets wet enough at the thought of you: slick and pliant beneath her

sends you dirty audio recordings sometimes, of herself saying all the scummy, kinky things she knows get you going 

“Oh, darling I wanna taste that cunt again,” Saeko growled into her phone, hoping the mic picked up the lewd sound of her fingers at work in the gaps between the words. She was going at it—slipping them in and out, rubbing her puffy clit, whining at the feeling. 

“Fuck, I miss you,” she panted, “Miss havin’ you on my tongue.” She was babbling now—groaning nonsense about all the filthy things she wanted to do to you. “Wanna leave my mark all over you, sweet girl—hickies on your thighs, on those tits—fuck.” 

She whimpered, the image of your perfect breasts swimming behind her eyes. She remembered the last time you’d been intimate together: the dark, red and purple splotches she’d left all over your chest, your neck, your waist. Saeko knew they wouldn’t have faded yet. You were still walking around, marred with the evidence of her. She clenched around her fingers at the thought. “God, wanna…ruin you, babe,” she whined, picking up her pace. “Need everyone to know…you’re mine.”

Kageyama Tobio

ashamed of the act. does it in the shower to feel less gross

since meeting you, kageyama’s far better about communicating his needs: sexual or otherwise. but years of repression are hard to unlearn, and he reverts to his old ways sometimes. his masturbation habits are a prime example of this 

he’s terrified of asking you for too much. it feels wrong to want you as much as he does—as often as he does. he’s convinced you’ll think him perverted if he admits to it

so he settles for fixing his problems himself, under warm water and in clench-jawed silence

bites down on a knuckle to keep his sounds at bay, but…sometimes?

sometimes, he whimpers. 

The water was tepid, but liquid heat was bleeding through Kageyama’s veins. He squeezed his length in one soapy hand, gliding his fingers up and down . His other hand was clasped prettily over his mouth. 

Because he couldn’t let you hear him.

You were right outside the bathroom—stretched out lazily on his bed, reading something on your computer. God, you hadn’t been trying to seduce him, he knew that. But seeing you in those plush little lounge shorts, in that tight, worn t-shirt that hugged your braless tits…oh, fuck. He’d mumbled something about needing to shower and then ran the hell out of there. 

And now: he felt so depraved. Sudsy water streamed down his tense muscles as he worked his cock, rutting his hips into his hand. He shouldn’t want you like this; you were clever and soft and you deserved more than the vulgar way he kept groaning your name. “Baby,” he whined softly, envisioning the gentle curve of your breasts in that godforsaken shirt. He wanted to tear the damn thing off you, grab each tit in his hands, tweak your pert nipples, and bury his face right in between—

“Fuck,” he mewled. Loudly. 

“Tobio?” your voice called from the other room. 

Shit, Kageyama thought. Shit, shit, shit. But it was fine, right? You were locked out of the bathroom. You couldn’t see him like this.  

But then, in horror, Kageyama watched the doorknob turn. His blood ran cold as he realized: he’d forgotten to lock the door. 

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[saetoru]

IMPRESSIONS — OIKAWA TOORU.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ oikawa + pussy jobs - you want to make a good impression when meeting your boyfriends family—too bad he’s adamant about you fixing his problem

♱ kinktober ⋮ find the masterlist here !!

♱ length ⋮ 1.6k words

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, needy oikawa, fingering, pussy jobs, male masturbation, pet names (princess)

♱ notes ⋮ this is the last of the edited reposts of last year omg bear with me

oikawa tooru has never quite been known for backing down when he wants something, and you’ve been proven that time and time again. but still, you thought that he’d have exercised a little restraint at his childhood home—while you’re in front of his family, as you meet them for the first time.

truth be told, maybe you’re partly to blame for letting him drag you up to his bathroom in the first place, but you can’t help but cave when he subtly grinds his erection onto you from behind, the thin fabric of your dress and his pants the only thing that’s separating you from him. maybe you’re feeding bad habits, maybe you’re letting him off the hook—but maybe it’s not so bad…or so you reason.

“we’ll be back,” tooru grins to his family, placing a hand on your shoulder from behind you. you bite back a gasp when his hardened length prods against your ass as he leans in and presses against you. “just gonna give a quick house tour,” he claims.

no one even thinks twice, sending you both off with sweet smiles and short waves as your boyfriend turns you around to follow him towards the direction of his old bedroom. your wrist is clutched tightly in his hand, and he walks a little too fast for it to be a house tour—he skips three doors in his haste—but you doubt anyone notices anyway.

he has you pressed against the door of his bathroom the second it’s closed shut, lips hungrily devouring yours as his hips rut his hardened length against your thigh. moaning quietly, he bites lightly at your bottom lip, hands gripping your waist tightly while you let out a slight gasp.

“tooru are you crazy?” you hiss, trying to push his face away from yours to look him in the eyes. he has other ideas, however, and his lips are trailing hot, wet kisses down your jaw and onto your neck, sucking gently at the skin. fighting back a low moan, you grip his arm tightly.

“what’s so crazy about wanting my girlfriend,” he murmurs, smugness dripping through his words like the wetness already forming in between your legs. you send him a glare, and he offers you a playful pout.

“we’re in front of your whole family—”

“no, they’re in the living room,” he corrects, “and we’re in here.”

he’s always been a smartass, and you’ve always had half a mind to smack him upside the head, but your mind is a little hazed right now when his erection pokes your thigh like that, hot and heavy in his pants, ready to stretch you out as he splits you open.

you know you should end this now before it’s too late to pull away, you absolutely should end this if you want to make a good impression on his family—plane tickets from argentina to japan certainly aren’t cheap, and you don’t want this to be for nothing—but the way his thick girth, strained in its confinements, is now rubbing against your clothed clit has you forgetting all about his family across the house.

he’s irresistible—it’s not long until all you can think of is him—and you think he’s been counting on the way it’s so easy to persuade you.

“t-tooru, we really shouldn’t be doing this here—”

“please baby,” he whines into your neck, voice so needy, so desperate, you let out a shaky exhale. you both already know that you’ll be caving into his desires, it’s not hard to see that he’s got you right where he wants you. “please, i need you so bad,” he breathes shakily against the shell of your ear, pressing soft kisses there too.

and when he feels your hand finally reach forward and palm him through his pants lightly, eliciting a soft groan from him as he shudders, he knows he’s won you over this time around, and he couldn’t be more pleased with himself.

“you have a condom?” you gasp when his fingers travel up the bottom of your dress, moving your underwear to the side and rubbing circles onto your clit. two fingers just barely glide over your entrance, and you let out a needy whimper.

“no,” he grunts, “not on me.” hissing as his fingers sink into your folds and pump in and out of your cunt, you grip his hair, pulling lightly on the strands and making him moan quietly at the tugs of his roots.

“then get creative,” you huff, “‘m not walking around with a mess between my legs,” you say firmly. he pouts at you, but the glare you send him makes him shrivel with a whine, too needy to argue and risk you changing your mind altogether.

in a moment’s time, both your dress is hiked up and tooru’s pants are pulled down, leaving both of you bare to each other. it’s a risky ordeal, and his family is close, and you can only hope no one needs to use the bathroom any time soon—but none of it matters when he tugs you closer and you fell the cat tip tap against your clit.

“guess this’ll have to do,” he groans, cock sliding against the slick lips of your cunt, rubbing against your clit with each drag. you both moan in sync, and tooru’s head falls to press his forehead against yours, eyes closing at the sensation that tingles all the way down to the bottom of his spine from the friction.

his length is hard, pulsing and ready to release, aching to cum—and he wants so badly to sink deep into your walls and fuck his load into your heat, but he knows now’s not the time. whimpering when you feel his swollen tip rub against your clit, your hands tighten their clawed grip on his arms, a cry of his name falling past your lips no matter how hard you try to keep from making a sound.

“f-fuck, tooru,” you mewl, jerking your hips in rhythm to chase the friction of his member sliding against your pussy.

“s-so good,” he whines softly, digging his head into your neck, clutching your hips tightly when your hand runs through his hair. “needed th-this just as bad as bad as me, huh?” he smirks against your skin.

even despite shamelessly dragging you into the bathroom, lying to his family, and chasing an orgasm right here in the middle of introducing you to his loved ones, oikawa tooru still manages to flip the switch and be a cocky bastard. you think someone ought to humble him—but sadly, you find you’re not the perfect candidate for that job yourself. otherwise, you’d never let yourself get into something as compromising as this.

you can’t help but clench your walls, fluttering around absolutely nothing at the fact that he can be so smug. and you want to feel his length slam into you, to hit you right in the spot that drives you mad with his angled thrusts, the blunt head of his cock drilling against your sweet spot—but something about him just barely rubbing against your wet core makes your head spin with need, and the coil in your stomach tightens slowly, builds up in a steady ache, right on the verge of snapping.

“fuck, princess,” he grunts, “wanted to feel me just as bad, huh? is that why you’re so wet?”

he never fails to turn the tables, to let the pieces fall into his favor, to promise the ball drops in your court every time. maybe that’s what you love about tooru—or maybe it’s the way his lips press wet kisses along the column of your throat, sucking gently on your jaw.

“please—t-tooru, more,” you whimper, pulling a low chuckle from his throat.

“more? thought you said we couldn’t do that,” he coos, hissing as his slick-coated length glides along your folds, rubbing against him with enough to burn pleasure along his nerves, but falling just short to pool desperation in his voice. “god, i wish i could fuck you right now,” he huffs, voice cracking as he stifles a groan.

the ridge of his vein slides against your clit once, twice, a third time before somehow, even without his thick length splitting you apart, you’re cumming. your walls are clenching around nothing as they spasm through your high, your voice choked as you repeat his name like a mantra.

“tooru, t-tooru,” you repeat, crying out as you cling to him tightly. tears prick your eyes as the pleasure takes up what feels like every nerve of your body, your back arching from the door he has you pressed against.

tooru looks at your face, watches your expression crumble through your orgasm, and he groans—a bit too loudly, and you hope to god no one hears—quickly pulling his thick length away from you once you’ve ridden out your high. his hand fists his cock tightly, red and swollen and aching to cum, balls heavy and begging to release his cum in thick spurts. it’s nowhere near the wet, tight clench of your cunt, but you watch his expression break as he strokes himself a few more times, choking on a gasps and body stilling as he empties his load. you watch with hooded eyes as cum spills onto the tiles of his bathroom floor, coating his hand as he fucks himself through his high.

“ngh—sh-shit,” he rasps, and you watch in awe as tooru’s lips part with each cry he lets out, eyes screwed shut as his orgasm crashes over his body in waves. sweat covers his forehead and his hair clings to his skin, thighs quivering as he tries to keep himself standing upright through the devastation of his peak.

finally, with a few more thick ropes of cum, he catches himself against the door with his good hand, sweaty forehead pressing against yours as he pants and catches his breath with you. his cheeks are flushed red, and his lips are slightly swollen, but he looks utterly beautiful caging you against the door like this.

“you really are a piece of work,” you say breathlessly, shaking your head and running a hand through his messy locks, pushing them off his forehead. wriggling his brows, he steals a quick peck from your lips.

“i can’t wait till everyone goes to sleep so i can fuck you for real,” he chuckles, catching your hand when you go to smack his chest.

“i am not fucking you in your childhood bed,” you mutter, glaring at him. and when his eyes glint as he stares at you, lips spreading to a wider smirk, you gulp, glare faltering a little at his expression—he still has you right where he wants you, you realize.

“we’ll see baby,” he murmurs, “we’ll see.”

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[mavrintarou]

[12:05 PM] Kuroo Tetsuro - A/B/O

I know you guys might have anticipated part 2 to Oikawa's story but I'm still finishing up on it! And to everyone who asked to be on the tag list - yes you all will be added and notified :) but here's a little distraction in the mean time...

Warning: explicit smut; A/B/O related explicit contents; Kuroo just being... Kuroo. .

Kuroo Tetsuro narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his favorite coworker.

Y/l/n Y/n has been quiet with him all morning, giving him a quiet greeting in the morning and completely and totally ignoring him. He wanted to tease her about her attire but something about her vibe made him think twice if he didn’t want to get chewed up.

Who wears a turtle neck top with an oversize sweater that topped it with a long cardigan? Was she that cold?

She had a serious expression every time he looked in her direction, and it was concerning to him, Y/n was always happy, cute, and adorable.

What really answered his assumption that she was ignoring him was when she dodged him smoothly down the hall when called out her name. As if she did not hear him call her name, she disappeared into the women’s bathroom. Tetsuro waited five minutes outside before walking away.

He looked down at his attire, does his suit smell? He swore he sprayed his cologne on.

Tetsuro couldn’t find Y/n during lunch, normally, they all ate lunch together but she was not at the table.

“Where is Y/n?” Tetsuro asked setting his tray down. The spot across from him was usually where Y/n sat, it made it easier for them to trade food every day but today the spot was empty.

Val motioned he had a mouthful of food and swallowed, “she went home, I don’t think she is feeling good.”

Tetsuro nodded before taking out his phone out. You okay? He texted.

No response.

The rest of the day, Tetsuro was antsy. He felt hot and then cold. He noticed his sense of smell had become more sensitive all of sudden. He tugged his tie loose to the point it was hanging off around his neck. The first four top buttons unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up to his elbow.

“I’m leaving,” he announced, his suit jacket was in his hand, and he was out the office doors before anyone could respond to him.

.

He knew where Y/n lived.

Of course he would, he was her superior.

He knocked, more like pounded on her door. “Y/n, it’s me, Tetsuro.”

No response.

“Just…” he pleaded, desperately. “Are you okay? Talk to me… please?”

His phone vibrated, a text message coming through.

I’m fine, I’m good, I’ll be better in a few days. Please leave.

“No, I need to see it for myself that you’re truly okay!” he shouted, not caring that the neighbor could hear.

Tetsuro, if you must really know, I’m in heat. Leave. Now.

His eyes scanned her message five times.

His heart pounded against his chest loudly and his throat feels dry.

“Let… let me help you.”

No.

“You don’t have to go through this alone, Y/n. You can trust me.”

Tetsuro can see the text bubble but it would appear and disappear.

“You can trust me, Y/n. Let me help you.”

You shouldn’t trust me.

“I trust you. You know that.” He pounded on the door again, “Y/n!”

She wasn’t texting him anymore.

Tapping on her contact, he called her.

It rang.

And rang.

Pick up the call, he texted.

He called her again.

It rang.

And rang.

Just when he was about to text her again, the other line clicked. “Y/n! Open this door now.”

“I dreamed about you.” Her voice was quiet. “This morning I dreamed about you and… I’m so ashamed. I need you to respect me and leave, Tetsuro.”

His blood shot down south to his groin, of all times, he felt himself get hard just at the sound of her calling his first name. She never called him by his first name before.

It was always Kuroo-san.

“I like you, Y/n. I like you romantically. I have liked you for a long time… it makes me feel happy… excited that you dreamed about me because…” he knocked his head against her door, “I dream about you all the fucken time.”

Tetsuro jumps when he hears the door click and steps back as the door cracks revealing Y/n, with flushed cheeks, kissable lips and reeking sweet aroma.

The door slammed shut behind him as he enters her place, he barely taken off his shoes before he already grasped her face in his large hands and brought her lips to his to kiss her hungrily.

He backed her into the hallway, and she bumped into the wall before he spared her lips for a second, “I’ve imagined this for so long…”

Her eyes drop to his lips, and she leaned forward to peck his lips before biting down on his lower lip.

The one hand resting beside her head was ready to puncture through the wall as he restrained himself.

Tetsuro has imagined many times about kissing her. With their height difference too, she would have to really push herself on the tip of her toes to reach his lips.

But at this moment, he was desperate and was bending down to meet her lips.

His hand grope her waist, finding the end of her shirt and sliding his palm underneath and the feeling of her hot skin against his only drove him crazy. He cupped her breasts and tweak her nipples, tugging and twisting.

Her soft moans urged him and ignited the flames inside of him.

“I need you,” he mumbled against her lips. He lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist. He groaned when her barely covered pussy pressed against his bulge. If he could only get rid of his slacks and her shorts, he could slip himself easily into her. He could feel her heat searing. “Bed… bedroom… tell me where your bedroom is?”

“Down the hall, first door to the left…” she murmured against his neck, nipping and sucking the skin there.

With his long strides, he kicked open the door and move to set her on the bed. He doesn’t wait, pressing a hand down her chest to tell her to stay down while he slips off her shorts and the moment the last barrier is stripped away, her sweet scent hits him with full force.

He takes a whiff of her scent and groans before spreading her thighs apart and devouring her pussy like a sacred ripe fruit.

“Mine,” he growl, slurping and licking. “You’re mine…” forever.

No one will touch what is his…

Y/n moaned and squirm under his touch, “more…” she begged, she tugged off her shirt, touching her chest. “More…”

Tetsuro looked up while sucking her clit and thrusting two fingers inside of her at the same time. When two of his fingers slipped in easily, he added a third to stretch her out. She was so wet and so accommodating that he knew she was made for him.

Her hips tremble as he suckled her dry. “Tetsu!”

His tongue continued to flicker against her swollen nub until she as pushing his head away, crying from overstimulation.

Tetsuro smiled in satisfaction, stepping away to allow his sacred fruit to recharge as he takes off his clothes.

He is surprised by the scowl on her face as she sit upright and tug his wrist as soon as he was naked like her. He fell on top of her and the touch of skin against skin was enough for them both to lose all senses and give into nothing but passion.

She flipped him onto his back and straddled his thighs. As if she wasn’t already driving him mad, she teased him more, riding his left thigh.

“I dreamed about stroking you and sucking you off… and then before I woke up…” she runs her palm against his chest and rubs his pucker nipple between her finger tips. “You fucked me hard from behind…” She crawled forward until her mouth was centimeters away from his. “Can you make my dream come true?”

Tetsuro stared into her eyes, “anything you want, baby.”

She smiled, the smile he loves so much. She scooted back and takes his long cock into her hand; her hand alone couldn’t wrap fully around. She stroke him and taking in just the tip into her mouth.

She showed him no mercy by immediately taking him as far as she could, feeling him hit the back of her throat.

It was his turn to squirm under her touch.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he swore, covering his face. “This is so good… you’re too good… fuck… your mouth, baby…” He groans, “baby… please… give me your pheromones.”

This should be about her, but Tetsuro felt like he was the one in rut.

His cock twitched inside her mouth as soon as he is hit with her pheromones.

It is beyond what he could have ever imagine.

He would gladly drown in it for the rest of his life.

Never sharing this… no, he can’t even bare the thoughts of letting her go now.

“’nough…” he taps her cheek, “let me fuck you from behind now… please…”

Y/n mouth lets his hard cock go with a pop sound and shifts off of him to position herself on her hands and knees. Tetsuro comes from behind and he stares down at Y/n, waiting for him.

She looks over her shoulders at him and as soon as she felt it, his alpha pheromones, she submitted, pushing her ass higher and giving herself to him.

He runs his large hand down her lower back to her shoulder blades, “tell me, Y/n… tell me you’re mine…”

“I’m yours, yours Tetsuro…”

God, he loved how she said his name. It was as if it was hers now, he is hers.

He smiled, “and I’m yours, Y/n. Yours only.”

She rest her head on the bed, smiling. “Breed me, breed me by the end of the night... make me yours as you promise.”

He was not in rut, but that doesn’t mean the chance of breeding her while she was in heat was impossible.

Tetsuro would have to wait for his next rut to knot her and if she wasn’t already breed then, he would breed her with his knot and mark her.

“I shall,” he promise and slides his cock into her pussy in one thrust.

He takes a few second to allow them both to come adjust. His cock is cuddled warmly and softly inside her pussy, and he never wants to be anywhere else.

He grips her hips and starts thrusting, long and hard strokes.

Her moans echo her room with the sound of skin slapping skin. Her fingers grip tightly against her comforters, holding tightly against his thrusts.

Tetsuro drapes over her, rutting as if he too is in rut. The tip of his cock is so sensitive that every time it touches the opening of her cervix, it sends shivers down his cock. His sacks, heavy with cum bounces and smacks her clit with each thrust. His nose trails along her shoulder until he can smell where her sweet scent is most radiant and as soon as he finds the spot that is emitting, he licks the spot before his teeth chomped down.

The mark wouldn’t be permanent, but it was a good enough temporary mark for now.

Her whimper and cry of his name pushed him close to the edge and Tetsuro releases the skin and withdraws, flipping her onto her back.

A hand combs his damp hair back and out of his eyes, Tetsuro’s half hooded gaze falls on Y/n’s tear streaked face. Happy tears.

“I want to see your face as I cum inside of you…” he widens her legs before teasing the tip of his cock pass her folds and gently thrusting fully. He hovers over her, keeping their eyes locked as he makes sweet love to her.

Y/n cup his face, thumb rubbing his cheeks, “I… I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispers in returned, “I love you too…”

Tears slip from the corner of her eyes, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Don’t cry…”

She nodded, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close.

His arms slip behind her knees and pushed her knee further into the bed, feeling his cock sank deeper.

“So close… so close – gonna cum… going to breed you…” he muttered hotly into her ear. He pounded into her thrice before his hips shake with spasm.

“Tetsu…” her weak cries resonance as she filled hotly with his cum to the point she feels the overspill. “Wait… too much…”

Tetsuro chuckles and pulls back to look down at her, “there’s no such thing as too much…” he kissed the tip of her nose. He shifts down to her chest, taking a whole mound into his mouth, swirling his tongue against her nipple.

He winced at her squeezing around his sensitive cock that he lets go. He admires how red the nipple has become under his mouth. His palm squeezes both her breasts, “I want these filled with so much milk.”

At his own statement, he feels the last ejaculation and convulse.

“How… how do you cum so much?” Y/n asked innocently, wincing at being filled to the brim. She pressed a hand to her lower abdomen, feeling the bulge.

Sitting upright, he leans back and slowly withdraw and immediately his cum gushes out.

“If I am correct, this is nothing compared to when I knot you…”

Her eyes widen. “You will cum even more then this?”

“Well, yes, if I don’t successfully breed you now, when I am in rut – my knot will surely impregnant you.”

.

Val looked at Tetsuro and Y/n suspiciously as they enter the room together a few days later. “Why… do you two… look…”

Tetsuro lifts his hand, the hand that’s intertwined with Y/n’s, “we’re together now.”

. . .

E/n: Believe it or not, Kuroo was my first HQ love... lol and then it became Sakusa and Suna... I have a thing for these dark hair 2D men.

>>>@queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo smut #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro x y/n #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo tetsuro smut #kuroo tetsuro fluff #kuroo tetsuro fanfiction

[cottonlemonade]

All That Matters

word count: 1812 || avg. reading time: 8 mins.

pairing: UniversityAU! Oikawa x chubby!Reader

genre: angst, pining, fake dating kinda

warnings: none, just good ol’ Oikawa angst

synopsis: You and Oikawa are friends. After an argument he saves you from some drunks.

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> you never suspected Oikawa to have interest in you in any way other than platonically

> how could you when he rolled up to group hangouts with a new girl every couple of months

> the fact that his girlfriends always dumped him because he never had time for them or seemed distracted didn‘t occur to you, you just figured he may have become bored with them

> the fact that his eyes were only on you when you hugged and kissed your boyfriend after a game went completely unnoticed by you (but not by his girlfriends, leading to some of them lashing out at you without any context)

> you didn’t question that he came to every one of your games (often excusing himself from a date to do so)

> although, it wasn‘t as if Oikawa wasn‘t trying to make it work with every new girlfriend - it was just that … ultimately … none of them came close to you

> but he didn‘t allow himself to go after you - for one, you already had a boyfriend and for another, he knew he wouldn‘t be able to keep a relationship going for long and then what? He couldn‘t lose you. So rather than finding a healthy way to maybe reduce his insane training sessions and obsession with becoming the best allround player, he put on his signature smile and sweet voice to tease you instead.

> you’d been friends since his first week at university when you stood in front of the group of new applicants to the volleyball club, clipboard in hand, looking so unassuming with your soft and chubby figure and adorable smile that his jaw literally dropped when you spiked a ball right past him during the initiation match

> you looked out for everyone, making sure that they remembered their breaks and had given him a talking to more than once, when you first noticed him struggling and never hesitated to encourage him when he felt like he wasn’t good enough (which somehow you always immediately noticed, no matter how hard he tried to hide it)

> always kind, always sweet, always genuine… selfless and on top of that a talented volleyball player - he never had a chance to not fall for you

Today was a bad day for Oikawa.

Sure, he had gotten top marks for a paper and was greeted by another pile of love letters when he opened his dorm room door but his knee was acting up again and to top it all off you had a bit of trouble with your boyfriend.

The latter would typically give him nothing but private selfish joy but it was how you reacted to it that bothered him.

„Why do you let him get away with it?“, he asked, feeling his sweet manner slipping.

„Get away with what?“, you laugh, setting the ball for him to practise his spike, „It‘s no big deal. I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation for it.“

„For hanging out with another girl when he says he can’t make it to training?“

„I trust him.“, you simply say with a shrug, „I‘ll hear him out first before jumping to conclusions. He should be here soon.“

Another set and his spike landed perfectly in the corner of the field.

„Nice! One more and then we‘ll cool down for today.“, you announce, letting the ball bounce once, twice before tossing it in the air to set.

„Don‘t you see he is just using you?“, Oikawa asks quietly. He hadn‘t meant to say it out loud. He knew it wasn‘t true. He didn’t actually think your boyfriend was cheating. He knew how devoted that idiot was to you but he hated how angry he was that you were in a loving relationship right in front of him. He felt so childish.

You caught the ball as it came down.

„Using me?“, you frowned, then laughed a little awkwardly, „Come on, Oikawa-Kun, you don‘t really believe that, do you?“

He really really didn‘t. Balling his fists he stared at the ground.

“Of course he is. He is just using you until someone better comes along.“

Your sharp intake of breath let him know he had gone too far.

He didn‘t dare to look at you. You just stood there, not knowing what to say, the silence between you slowly becoming deafening.

Then your boyfriend‘s voice suddenly called from the entrance, “Hey, is my love ready to go?“

“Yep, coming!”

With another glance at Oikawa, you walked to the bleachers to grab your bag.

Then you came back over to where he was still standing as if rooted to the spot. You handed him the gym keys.

“Please don’t stay much longer. Your knee needs some rest, alright? Make sure to cool it when you get home and have a proper dinner. No cup ramen tonight, okay?”

He only mumbled something in response and you walked to your boyfriend who took your bag and greeted you with a kiss.

A few days later you went out to dinner with some friends for some serious catching up. Your spirits soaring high and your tummy warm of friendship and good food you made your way to the underground station to wait for your train home.

It didn’t take long for a group of drunk men to spot you standing by yourself in the almost empty station. Your Japanese was pretty fluent but apparently not good enough to understand all their slurred remarks, although you had a pretty good idea from the few words you caught.

But not to worry, the train would be here soon. You only wished you hadn’t forgotten your headphones so you could drown them out.

The few other people on the platform didn’t react as the drunks kept on whistling and hollering and your annoyance turned to alarm when they kept on moving closer, pushing each other.

You tensed and, as if just wanting to read the schedule, walked further away from them to the bulletin board.

From the other side of the station, Oikawa walked down the stairs, hands in his pockets, tired and ready for bed after a long study session. He privately rolled his eyes when he heard the drunk men cheering and calling, almost deciding to head to the next station when he realized that they were seemingly harassing a woman.

His jaw tensed and he hurried down the last couple of steps determined to intervene - ready for anything. Except to see a familiar figure and the (h/c) hair of the girl they were gradually moving in on.

His heart pounding, he fell into a small jog.

You were tapping on your phone, thinking about calling your boyfriend to calm your nerves. The drunks were getting closer now, so close you could smell the smoke from their cigarettes and the alcohol on their breath. Your fingers began to shake when you heard hastened steps and closed your eyes, your legs ready to run or kick.

“There you are.”, a mercifully sweet, familiar voice said and you had never been so glad to see anyone in your entire life. You looked up into Oikawa‘s dark eyes.

He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and kissed your temple.

“I’m sorry it took so long, princess.”, he said, brushing your hair out of your face and smiling brightly, „Thank you for waiting.“

The drunks called another few things you didn’t understand, then muttered something and turned around to go back to the other end of the station.

“Oh my god, thank you so much.”, you said, hugging him, his heart stung when he felt you shaking. He laid one hand on the back of your head and tugged a little at your waist to pull you even closer. Of course only to keep up the charade that he was your boyfriend.

“Are you alright?”, he asked gently, lips brushing against your temple again, trying to keep in mind not to get too carried away.

You nodded against his chest.

Forcing himself to let you go, he laced his fingers with yours, his heart hammering against his ribs at the feeling of your warmth.

“I’m… I’m sorry I missed training yesterday.”, he said, his voice so faint you barely heard it.

“That’s okay… I was just worried that I did something wrong.”

His eyes widened slightly and he shook his head, “No! Nono, you didn’t do anything.”

You relaxed further, even giving a small laugh at his urgency.

“It had nothing to do with you, it was… my … thing.”

You furrowed your brow.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Oikawa shook his head and, wanting to underline the boyfriend aspect again, raised your fingers to his mouth, throwing a careful glance over his shoulder.

His lips didn’t touch your skin, but you were close enough to feel the heat radiating from his face and from afar it would look convincing.

“So, what brings you here on this fine night?”, he asked conversationally, wanting very badly to change the topic.

He was a little disappointed when the train finally arrived, realizing how much he had missed talking to you even only for those few days and was about to say goodbye when two of the drunks were boarding the cart as well.

Seeing the look on your face and the uncomfortable shift in your seat, Oikawa slipped through the doors as they were closing and took the seat next to you. For good measure he draped his arm around your shoulder, leaning his cheek on the top of your head.

“Sorry, this must be so weird for you.”, he whispered and you chuckled.

“Thank you, though.”

He smiled and didn’t let you go until you were at the right stop.

Later when he was home in bed, thinking about what happened, Oikawa rolled over to the side and thought about you and your boyfriend again.

You were together. You were happy together.

And really, you weren’t that great. For example, it was so annoying how you… or when you…

He was pathetic.

For the next half an hour he tried his hardest to make a mental list of reasons why you and him shouldn't be together. In the end there was exactly one reason. Groaning in frustration he turned on some music to drown out the list of reasons why you would be great together - why he wanted, no, needed you so badly.

Why did he have so many love songs in his playlists?!

He jumped when he got a text from you. It was not like you were doing this on purpose. He stared at the short Thank You message for minutes, his gaze drawn to the little yellow heart at the end of it, reminding himself over and over that you were happy with the idiot. And in the end, that was all that mattered. That you were happy.

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art: Oikawa himself tbf

✨@rinnndoll 👋🏻 ✨

#oikawa x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa angst #hq oikawa #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa tōru #chubby reader #haikyuu angst

[midoriima]

would you still love me then? | oikawa tooru

"Is Y/N around?" Oikawa asked one of your friends but they all shrugged, covering up for you like you'd asked, saying you had some errands to run and that they didn't know where you were off to even when they did know.

He sighed, clearly disappointed. He wanted to tell you something really important but when the time was right, you would always be off elsewhere. He thanked them in a quiet voice before leaving the classroom and walked to Matsukawa's house with Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and the resident himself.

You're neighbors with Matsukawa so he asked him if he knew of your whereabouts if you'd told him anything, but he shrugged, suggesting he ask your mum instead, who was always at home. He did as suggested and got out of his house to walk to yours.

Oikawa and you have never really interacted much. It wasn't like you didn't like him, you did and you wanted to be close with him but what you are was a problem. You restrained yourself from him simply because you were different, in an otherworldly way.

Your likes weren't even accepted and confirmed to the public until not even a decade ago when someone who sat on the presidential seat of your country finally had a right mind. You hadn't asked him of his thoughts regarding vampires, no, you were too scared to.

You didn't even kill or eat people, you managed to get by with just animals, so you believe that it makes you no lesser than just your regular human. But you were still hesitant to let him know, you'd only known him since the start of the summer break after your second year after all.

You dashed through the back door, covered in ox blood. You weren't mindful of what you wore again this time around, so it was going to be a pain trying to wash off the red stains on your light coloured shirt with a bunch of chemicals. You sigh, bracing yourself for another long session of washing your laundry.

One wouldn't think twice about taking off their clothes... or at least you didn't since you believed nobody else was inside the house but your mother. And you were wrong.

@midoriima oohhh added a little something here cos it got cut off. i loved my idea for this fic but i've forgotten all about it now and i left this sitting in my drafts for more than a year now 😢 besides yowamushi pedal, i was also obsessed with vampire au's cos i reread the twilight saga (ik shut) and got carried away by the ideas that just didn't seem to stop coming.

#ー midoriima の物語 #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #aoba johsai #seijoh x reader #aoba johsai x reader #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #iwaizumi hajime #sy.fics

[samoankpoper21]

With Love, Oikawa

A/N Still reeling from the loss of my cousin '^^ It's not an easy experience to lose someone, it never will be. Surround yourselves with your loved ones, tell them you love them daily because you never know when they'll pass. I'm glad I was able to tell my cousin that I loved him before he passed so please don't mind this post '^^ I just needed to get this out of my system ^^ hope that makes sense and as usual hope y'all enjoy this drabble. T/W: Small mention of unaliving oneself

Word count: 1880

It was a freak accident. At least that's how the doctor's described it.

Morning of you woke up and your inner being was off, something felt misaligned. You peered over to your smirking husband as he reached over to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. "Morning love."

"Morning." you whispered. Years of dating and 2 years of marriage Oikawa could sense when something was bothering you. His eyebrows scrunched together studying your face. "What's wrong?" Taking a shaky breath you answered, "Honestly I don't know. I woke up feeling...weird."

"Anything I can do to alleviate that weirdness?" he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively pulling you closer to him. You giggle giving him an eskimo kiss. "I'm sure it's nothing babe." You both lay there staring at each other, the love for one another apparent in your eyes. He sighs contently kissing your forehead. "What did I do to deserve you?" you hum in response. "Come on babe, gotta get ready for work." He groaned, interlocking your legs together. "Gimme 5 more minutes. 5 more minutes."

"Babe I would love to but I have an important meeting today." He pouted hugging you impossibly tighter. You couldn't resist his pouty face so you chuckled, hugging him back promising, "5 minutes top Toru."

"Yes!"

15 minutes had passed and Oikawa was walking you to the door watching as you slipped your flats on. "What do you feel like eating for dinner babe?"

"You know I'm fine with-you know what, scratch that. Maybe bone broth soup? It's starting to get cold."

"Ok love, I'll get it from that shop in town."

"You're a god send."

"You're just now realizing." You pinched his arm pulling him close. Leaning down to your height, cupping your face, he says, "I love you you know that? Not more than myself but you're alright." You giggled lightly smacking his arm. "I guess you're alright too." He pecked you once, twice, the third time his arms snaking around your plush waist pulling you close, your hands instantly weaving in his light brown locks, his cologne and scent filling your nostrils. "Okay, okay I have to go. Seriously Toru." Trying to pry his arms away from you he pouted dramatically. "What am I gonna do without you for 8 whole hours?"

"Babe you're more than enough entertainment for yourself. Chill."

"You're right. I am pretty awesome." Chuckling, shaking your head, you gave him a quick peck again turning around to wave at him. "I love you."

"Love you more."

The meetings seemed to drag forever. You just wanted to rush home into your husband's arms as he held you. Just one more hour. This was the mantra that was getting you through this work week. It finally hit 5PM and you rushed to the kiosk swiping your card. "Bye everyone! Have a good weekend! Good work today!" you rushed out bowing to your superiors before rushing to your car pushing on the accelerator. Pulling into the driveway you noticed Toru's car not there. Probably went to get dinner. Stepping out you couldn't help but notice how eerily quiet your neighborhood was. Usually there would be some type of noise but everything was...still. You tried shaking off the anxious, dreadful feeling that stayed with you since the morning but it just wouldn't dissipate. Slipping off your shoes at the entrance you changed into your house slippers when the shrill notes of your ringtone broke the silence. Frowning at the unrecognized number you debated on whether you should ignore the call but something in you urged, nagged, you to pick up. "Hello?"

"Hello is this Mrs. Oikawa?"

"This is she."

"My name is Ito Asahi. I'm calling from Midori hospital in regards to your husband." With a quivering voice and shaky hands you ask, "Is...is he ok?"

"Your husband was involved in an accident."

"I don't-I don't understand." the dispatch cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with the news he was about to deliver. "Mrs. Oikawa, your husband was hit head on by a drunk driver and was pronounced dead-" the phone dropped, everything sounding muffled, your breathing ragged. You clutched at your chest, tears falling down your eyes, trying to focus on what to do next. Why was it so got damn hard to breathe? "Mrs. Oikawa? Mrs. Oikawa? Mrs. Oikawa?!" Ito's voice slowly brought you back, your hearing now accompanied by a ringing in your ear. "He...he's dead?"

"I'm sorry." you broke down sobbing clutching at your chest. Fumbling for your phone you dialed Hajime. "Hey Y/N-chan."

"Ha-Hajime," your voice broke.

"Y/N? What's wrong? Are you ok? Is everything ok?"

"T-T-Toru,"

"What about him? Did he hurt you?" shaking your head you continued. "T-T-Toru -hic- i-is -hic gone. -hic- He's gone Hajime!" The sound of shoes fumbling and keys being thrown into a pocket could be heard when Hajime blurts out, "Stay there I'm coming to get you."

Hajime found you sitting on the floor in the dark staring numbly ahead. Gently he helped you up, put on your shoes and coat, and asked where Oikawa was. Surprisingly you were able to utter, "Midori Hospital." The drive there was silent, Hajime having already called your mother-in-law. You watched as the green trees and pink hued sky zoomed by, your ears still ringing. The emergency room doors slid open, the bustling of the the patients being wheeled past and nurses zooming by brought you back to the present. You could hear monitors beeping, the intercom paging a doctor to the maternity ward, nurses taking note of vitals from patients sitting out in the lobby. Hajime lead you to the reception area stating, "Hello. We're looking for an Oikawa Toru." the nurse quickly clacked away at her keyboard when she affirms, "Go through the double doors on your left hand side, his room is 1-B which will be on your right. We were waiting for next of kin before wheeling him away."

"Thank you."

You were numb. Everything felt off. It was as if your body was merely a shell and you were just a third party watching, observing as you and Hajime made your way to his room. With shaky hands, Hajime slowly peeled the green curtains back only to find Oikawa's lifeless form covered by a white and green plaid blanket. "Oi," Hajime's voice broke. "Oi trashy-kun wake up. Wake up! Oikawa Toru wake up!" the sobs began racking through Hajime's body, you began rubbing his back. Shortly after your mother-in-law appeared beside you, her shrill wailing piercing the air, your tears silently falling.

The funeral procession went by smoothly and quickly, you being on autopilot. Former and present teammates came to wish their condolences. You instantly recognized the short, orange haired wing spiker and Oikawa's junior setter looking down cast for the first time. "Thank you for being here." you mutter. Numbly you watched as the casket lowered into the ground, the thud of the casket deafening. Iwaizumi escorted you home. "Are you sure you'll be ok Y/N-chan?"

"I'll be fine thank you Hajime."

"Are you sure? If you need anything-"

"I just...I just need time alone." Worried he gave you one last glance before engulfing you in a hug. "Call me? For anything."

"I will." The door silently clicked close as you dragged your feet towards your shared bedroom. Plopping down on the bed you clutched and inhaled Oikawa's San Juan jersey. You got a whiff of his scent and cologne, the dam you tried to hold in your chest finally bursting. Your sobs came out in waves racking your whole body folding the jersey within the confines of your pudgy body, your chest.

4 months later

Since Oikawa's passing you have been on leave for bereavement; you weren't ready to face work, reality really. Hajime and your mother-in-law made it a habit to check in on you; concerned when you brought it to their attention that you would be taking a trip to Kamakura. You reassured them that you would be okay and that you had no intention of ending your life. Walking the shores of Kamakura you peered out towards the ocean with Oikawa's jersey in your beach bag. Laying your towel down in a spot near the shade, you took out your notebook, his jersey and began journaling.

Hi babe, it's me again. It's been 4 months since you've been gone and I can't say that it's getting easier. Hajime and mom have been checking up on me regularly, making sure that I put a little something in my stomach, especially on the days that I don't feel like it. Remember babe when you promised me that we would go to the beach? You kept telling me about how beautiful the beaches in San Juan were and how they don't compare to your beauty so I'm taking a solo trip to Kamakura. I figured this beach is probably on par as San Juan and your essence ha ha ha. How are you? I miss you. I'm taking it minute by minute, the whole bullshit about taking it day by day is hard. As each day comes to a close it gets hard to sleep because I'm always expecting you to come through the door yelling, 'Baaaaaaabeeee I'm hooooooomeeeee.' Each day has its struggles. Some days I'm okay, other days I find myself sobbing nonstop, others I sit there numbly staring at the wall. Pathetic huh? I just know you're probably giving me shit about not doing things extravagantly ha ha ha When is this gonna end? This empty feeling I mean. Since you left there's a gaping hole in my heart that will be tough to fill. Tough but not impossible. You wouldn't be you if you didn't leave me with a little surprise. I found out earlier this week that I'm pregnant. We're having a boy baby! Can you believe it?! When the doctor told me I had tears of joy, sadness, and just remember this feeling of being scared. How am I gonna do this without you? :(( I'm thinking of naming our son either Touki for winter pleasure since that's when he's due or Towa for eternal peace; I'm leaning towards Towa kekeke Oikawa Touki? Oikawa Towa? Has a funny ring to it ^^ What do you think? I've already told mom and Hajime that I have news for them once I get back home late tonight. I want them to be the first to know. I miss you babe. I love you. I will tell our son all about how flamboyant, egotistical, loving, and romantic his dad was and how amazing of a setter you were. Are you playing up there? Wherever you are. Every time I see a clear, starry night it takes me back to when you asked me to marry you^^ Sorry. I know I'm going all over the place but I just really, really, really wanted to let you know that I love you. so so very much. And I miss you more than words can describe. Talk to you later. Sending kisses to the sky. Wait for me my love. I have a lot of work to do here before I can join you^^ love love love you. With love, Y/N.

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[kiwanopie]

Charmer!Oikawa x Captive!reader

here’s my contribution to Kinktober (and also kind of a repost from an old blog) with a Villain Au ft the love of my life.

cw: coercion through hipnosis. dub/non-con elements. oral (f!receiving). Mafia elements. a little one sided infatuation from iwaizumi. minors do not interact.

He should’ve left when he found his office door closed, should’ve left when he saw all the lights were flickered off.

Turned on his heel when he caught view of that warm light peaking through the back room of his office, casting shadows - and bad omens. Maybe he should’ve stopped when he heard his voice. Whispering something sugary and cavity inducing. Should’ve figured the papers in his hand could’ve waited till tomorrow. - With the day he’s had it probably could’ve. After breaking his back being an errand boy for his best friend, forcing things that shouldn’t need forcing, and relocating this new addition to the Seijoh home. - His hands are coppery, bruised, and calloused. And if a ransacked office job should mean anything, three dead and one missing; he wouldn’t be too out of line to say that his services have been exhausted for the day.

Hajime’s shoes clack against polished hardwood as he pokes his head into his office, refracting that balmy sliver of light traversing ivory into carpet, and carpet into oak. - And knocks twice. No response. He moves deeper into his office as that sliver of light becomes all the more familiar.

“Boss, you-“

“-Taste so fucking good.” Tooru groans from the far side of his lounge. “You’re being so good for me, baby.”

“Please, I..” There’s a whimpering. A squelching. “Please stop, I… God I’m-…m’ gonna cum…”

There’s a distinct wet noise coming from the lounge as Hajime creeps forward, like slurping. Muffled hums and airy little whimpers that make his face hot. He knows what he’s doing. Knows he shouldn’t be doing it, at least this early into stealing you. But still, that doesn’t keep his jaw from clenching at what he finds as he reaches the doorway.

Anything he could see is obscured by Tooru’s head, but your legs are wide and just above his shoulders - and it’s his hands keeping them that way. Above him frayed bra straps fall down bitten shoulders, cups messily hung over your chest from rough fondling and even rougher shades of purple. Of a necklace of claim that keeps up your neck and stops right below your jaw - below swollen lips, glossy and bitten; and tears that drop off the side of your cheeks like glitters. He’s not stupid. He knows why the boss has such an obsession with you, he knows how pretty you are, how hard to resist. But the way you look now, eyes glossed over in a mix of ecstasy and confusion, panic and maybe even refusal. - He feels envious. Feels like he’d pay money to be where his boss is kneeling right now.

You finally find the strength to reach out to Tooru when Hajime catches your eye, fingers dazedly carding through his hair in an effort to stop him but he only moans in response.

“You have’ta stop…!” And it’s cut off by a moan that makes Haji’s fingers nearly break through the paper he’s holding. “Someone’s…mh- here…”

Tooru gets a few more licks in before he’s turning around, and Hajime gets a peek when he does.

You look appetizing.

“Hm? Oh.” He looks dazed, nearly as out of it as you do. “Leave it on the couch over there. I’ll get to it later.”

He’s already turning to dig in again when Hajime speaks up. “Are you sure… you should be doing that,” He nearly sputters. “So soon, I mean.”

Tooru looks at him blankly for a long second before fixing his expression with a smile.

It’s never a good thing to see him react like that.

Hajime redistributes the weight in his feet as Tooru goes back in again. Wet sounds of gluttonous slurping and smacking gives way to the hand reaching to spread you open, leaving room for him to lave you up and slide a finger - and then another inside. The sound you make in response nearly has him cumming in his pants and he’s sure Tooru, from so up close, isn’t faring any better.

Tooru pulls away again, this time not looking in his friend's direction. “What’s our good friend’s name, baby?”

“I don’t… please… don’t make me-“

“Come on, princess. What is it?”

His voice is warm and sweet, nearly enough to make the man standing at the far side of the room feel overstimulated. You croon at the sound of his voice, struggle a little and then crack! And when you do, moaning so prettily for the two of them; Hajime can barely stop himself from letting his eyes roll into his head.

It’s a broken gasp, sinfully. “Hajime..”

“Good girl.” Tooru’s voice is muffled when he asks again. “Say it again?”

“Ha-…Hajime!” You’re cumming. “Hajime!” You’re cumming.

Tooru groans as he eases you down with his mouth and fingers. Slowly pumping in and out as he lazily flattens his tongue up and down your clit until you’re twitching from overstimulation.

He breathes it out like it’s gospel. “God you’re so fucking hot.” Tooru nuzzles himself into your thigh. “I think I’m in love.”

Hajime didn’t even notice he’d started palming himself by the time Tooru finally stands to his feet. Dipping down to pull you in a deep kiss as he directs your hand to the erection straining against his thigh. You’re looking up at him like he’s god. Like you’re not even there. And a few more tears fall as the sound of his zipper cuts through the room.

Tooru looks back at Hajime and smirks, a friendly little thing that’s too innocent for what he’s about to say.

“There,” He pulls himself out of his pants. “It’s like we broke her in together.”

Hajime should feel disgusting about something like that, but he can’t. Not when his best friend is splitting you over his cock for the first time.

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #stay spooky #oikawa tooru #oikawa toru x reader #yandere oikawa #yandere haikyu x reader #yandere haikyuu #oikawa smut #haikyuu!! #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq smut #haikyuu smut #tw:dubcon #tw dubious consent #tw dark content

[after-hours-art]

Hug

Paring: Oikawa Tooru x gn!reader

Genre: comfort

Warning: cursing

You curled up into a small ball of sadness in the corner of the corridor. You were in a terrible mood all day, and all you wanted was just little silence before putting on a nice smile for two hours of volleyball practice.

- Hey! What's up with you, Dear Manager?

You looked up to see the last person you wanted to see.

- What do you want, Oikawa?

- Well... I saw you sitting here with a giant rainy cloud above your head.

- Very funny. Go get ready for practice. - you pulled your knees closer to your chest.

You heard some material rustle, and soon an arm bumbed at yours.

- I told you to go away.

- What happened, Y/N-chan? - Oikawa's voice sounded calmer than usual.

- Nothing.

- Nothing doesn't make your voice break.

- I-

- Shut up. - he put his hand on yours.

- Don't touch me.

- Then talk to me. What happened that our cheerful manager is so do-

- MAYBE I SIMPLY CAN'T BE CHEERFUL ALL THE TIME! I-I... I NEED A FUCKING BREAK! - your voice broke as tears started falling from your eyes. Something you had planned for the night. You mentally prepared yourself for some mean comment from the setter because, let's be honest it would be in Oikawa's style. But nothing like that came. Instead he grabbed your hand and pulled you to himself hugging you tightly.

- Shhh... it's okay.

- Oika-

- Shhh. It's really okay. I got you. - he pulled you closer, his hands holding you in solid grip, like if you were about to fall apart into a million pieces.

After a while, players started to gather in front of the gym.

- Crappykaw- - Iwaizumi spotted Oikawa assuming that he was bugging you again. Tooru only shot warning glance toward his best friend. Hajime blinked twice, not recognizing such worried look in this crappy, shitty best friend. In sign language, he told Oikawa not to be late and walked away.

- Oikawa... - you mumbled.

- Hm?

- I heard Iwaizumi-kun. W-we should get going.

He slowly freed you from him embrace, although he wished he could hold you longer.

- How do I look? - you asked, hoping that your eyes weren't red and cheeks all puffy. Oikawa gently traced his thumbs under your eyes to wipe tears.

- You look perfect. Not a sight of crying. - he slowly got up from the floor. - I'll go first.

- Wait.

You grabbed his wrist, making his heart skip a beat.

- Huh? - he turned around to face you. You could brace yourself to look him in the eyes.

- T-thank you. I guess I needed that.

- At your service, Dear Manager.

- C-could you... after practice... - you started to stutter. - Never mind. Just go. - you let go of his wrist. You didn't realize you were still holding. Oikawa didn't get it at first, but seconds later, he smiled at you.

- You want me to give you more hugs?

- It was... - you wanted to say that you finally felt warm and safe, but you couldn't bring yourself to breach the walls you built around yourself. Tooru only nodded, reading your emotions without a mistake.

- See you after practice, Dear Manager - he walked down to the gym with intentions to scare the daylight out of his teammate's that he'd kill them if they'd be mean to you or mention obvious red circles around your pretty eyes.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu comfort #oikawa x reader #oikawa x gn!reader #oikawa x you #comfort #aoba jōsai

[thelaughtercafe]

A Short Sulk

Tea Type: Subtly Sweet Tea (Fluff with some Hurt/Comfort)

Potential Triggers: Insecurity over being short, very quick referenced bullying

Pairing: Oikawa/F!Reader

Length: 785

Summary: You mention your insecurities to your adoring boyfriend and he offers you comfort in the best way he knows how.

“Being short is the worst. You’re so lucky being tall, Oikawa.”

You pouted as said boy looked down at you in surprise at the formality, having been reading the newest volleyball magazine.

“What brought this on all of a sudden babe? I thought you loved it when I teased you about your height!”

His words were sincere and sweet and instantly made you go bright red at said true statement and caused your pout to deepen as you fidgeted, looking at your hands.

“It’s just…I overheard some girls today talking about us. They…they said I look like a kid. That I may as well be your sister or something and that you’ll get bored of cute and want someone sexy or beautiful once you know what a real woman is.”

He frowned at that, immediately putting the magazine aside and moving to join you on the floor from his bed.

“I thought we talked about this. Those girls are jealous because I never look at them twice.”

He kept his anger down with difficulty, focusing on comforting you instead. He sat in front of you, mimicking your criss-cross-applesauce way of sitting as he reached out and gently raised your face to his with a palm on your cheek.

“You are plenty sexy, and feminine. Beautiful and adorable all in one. Sure, you’re tiny. But in my opinion that just riles me up more. Trust me babe-”

He snickered, eyes darkening in lust a moment as he scanned you.

“You’re a woman and I sure as Hell ain’t attracted to you in a familial way. I have urges I’d never have with family. I’m just going slow since I know this is your first relationship and I respect your boundaries and want to go at your pace, that’s all.”

He leaned in and you eagerly met his lips before pulling back, crawling into his lap and sighing as you snuggled into him.

“I’m so lucky. Thanks Tooru.”

He hummed into your hair, pecking the top of your head.

“Of course, starlight. It’s just the truth. And…y'know… there is one thing that being short lets me do much easier~”

You heard the teasy tone now in his voice and tensed, already blushing and hiding your face in his neck to whine.

“Tooru c'mon-”

He moved his neck away so you couldn’t hide your blushing face snickering and cooing down at you as one arm kept you against him and the other got ready to attack.

“You’re the perfect size for me to tickle senseless whenever you feel down. Let’s see where to get first~?”

He hummed in feigned thought as the long fingers holding you to his chest already began wiggling against your side and tummy, making you burst into giggles and push on his chest to try and escape as you squirmed.

“Hehehehey!! No fhahahair!!”

“I think it’s plenty fair!! I gotta make my stunning girlfriend feel better or what kind of boyfriend would I be?”

His other hand began squeezing at your other side before fluttering up to scribble at your ribs making you squeal.

“A n-nice one!!”

He smirked mischievously at that, gently guiding you to the floor to pin your wrists above your head and get more access to your other tickle spots.

“Nice? But you love when I’m mean and teasy when I tickle you, don’t you? You’re lucky I didn’t make you beg for it like usual because I’m feeling charitable tonight. But I still have to punish you somehow…hmm… ”

You bucked as he attacked your underarms with both hands, leaving you to try and catch his hands fruitlessly.

“Get on with it!”

You whined as he again pretended to think, tickling you senseless as his hands jumped every which way. He sighed dramatically.

“If you insist then…such an impatient brat I have~”

You squealed at the feeling of him lifting up your shirt already laughing and pushing at his head desperately.

“Tooru nohohoho!!”

He laughed just above your vulnerable tummy, opting to gently pin your hands down on either side of you so he could have his fun.

“Tooru yes! Don’t worry baby, think of this as the grand finale!”

You threw your head back and bucked, laughing as he began kissing, nibbling and raspberrying your stomach. He didn’t let up until you began snorting and had tears in your eyes and a giddy grin on your lips. He pulled back, satisfied with his handy work and dragged you to his bed, letting you cuddle into him and giggling himself as you nuzzled his neck in revenge. He squeezed your side in warning to make you flinch and you both dozed off giggly and content, with smiles on your faces.

#tlc: tickle fics #tlc: subtly sweet tea #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa x you #tooru x you #tooru x reader #haikyuu tickle fic #haikyuu tickle #female reader #tickles #tickle fic #tickle #haikyuu #ler!oikawa #lee!reader

[monstrsball]

single dad iwaizumi au

this au has lived in my brain for nine months, and i've been talking about it a lot in discord lately so... have my thoughts and headcanons. enjoy!!

note: you may have already guessed this but this is also an iwasuga au. i'm not going to go into it here but suga is mentioned once or twice!

his son's name is mikio, he was born (in 2014) while iwaizumi was still in california!

appearance wise, i think he looks a lot like iwa! except without the resting grumpy face. his hair is a little curlier too. and he ends up needing glasses around the time he starts second grade.

mikio's birth mother is not in the picture, it's been just iwaizumi and mikio since he was little. do not ask more questions about this because i do not have answers at the moment lol.

when he found out that he was going to be a dad, iwa freaked out a little. like "oh my god i don't know if i can do this" but also he really wanted to? he really wanted to be a dad but he was also scared. he called his moms (who answered even though it was the middle of the night for them) and they talked for hours. it really helped him calm down and warm up to the idea.

and then he called them again (at a more reasonable time) to ask them about baby names because he was completely lost. they helped him pick out mikio!

they lived in california for a few years since iwaizumi was still in college + doing his internship with utsui. utsui ended up being a massive help to iwaizumi too!

this is how ushijima became one of his mikio's uncles!!

(mikio called him uncle toshi at first but eventually started calling him uncle ushiwaka because of oikawa. yes, iwaizumi tried to dissuade this but was unsuccessful. ushijima says it's fine.)

oikawa is competing against ushijima for the best uncle title. ushijima is not aware of this.

oikawa is a really good uncle though! he has years of experience after all he loves mikio with his whole heart, he's always sending him little things in the mail. he does sometimes get really sad that he's missing so much.

mattsun and makki do not know how to talk to children but they think mikio is cool. they call him little dude/little man. he is their buddy!! their pal!!

kyoutani also does not know how to talk to children and was probbaly nervous when he heard iwaizumi had a kid lmao. like, what if he says the wrong thing and hurts the kid's feelings and iwaizumi never talks to him again. but i think mikio actually really likes kyoutani! he thinks his hair is cool and he likes hearing about the animals kyoutani works with (part-time animal shelter worker kyoutani is real and canon. to me.)

i think iwaizumi introduced mikio to a variety of sports as he was growing up because he didn't want to force volleyball onto him. mikio does still end up latching onto volleyball. he does like playing other sports sometimes but he LOVES volleyball! he watches a lot of games with his dad (mostly oikawa and ushijima's).

mikio's other interests include: rocks, legos, lizards, & reading (he likes reading books about rocks and legos and lizards). he has a rock collection that he will show off to anyone who lets him.

he is not a fan of bugs (they scare him) which breaks iwaizumi's heart a little but they are slowly working on getting him more comfortable with them.

he is a pretty sweet kid but he can be a little blunt like his dad is sometimes. has called oikawa weird on multiple occasions but he isn't even trying to be mean. (it is typically said when oikawa is being over dramatic about something)

iwa has a lot of moments where he's like "i cannot laugh at that. i need to tell him not to say that." but it's hard because mikio really will unintentionally say the funniest things.

he can be pretty shy and quiet when you first meet him but he opens up a little over time, you can expedite the process by asking him about the things he likes. he gets really excited to talk about them.

when mikio is around 6/7 years old, iwaizumi makes the decision to move back to japan permanently after he gets a job offer there. (tentatively saying this was his role on the national team...? don't quote me on that. either way, he does still work for the national team. i'm just not 100% sure if that's the one he moves for)

which is where this au diverges from canon (again lol). he moves back to japan permanently instead of working at a university in the US. he does this to be closer to his moms. he feels more comfortable knowing that they're closer and he can go to them if he needs help.

mikio loves his grandmas. i need to say this. every other weekend, sachiko or mayumi will come get him on the train so he can spend the weekend with them. he has a blast!!

mikio is really, really nervous for his first day at his new school! he doesn't really talk to anyone.

can you guess who his teacher is.

yeah, okay, so i think he does end up talking to suga on his very first day because he sees a volleyball in the classroom and is like O: so they talk a bit about volleyball. suga tells him that he played against his dad and uncle in high school. (he either knows iwaizumi is his dad bc well. the last name or he saw him before class started...? something like that.)

mikio thinks suga-sen is the coolest person in the whole wide world.

sometimes when mikio doesn't have school but iwa still has work, he'll take him to JNT practices. the team loves him. mikio loves the team.

after ushijima, mikio's favorite person on the team is probably bokuto. i think he's who he warmed up to the fastest.

he also thinks kageyama and hinata are super cool but not because they're both world famous volleyball player, it's because they were on the same team as suga-sen in high school.

kageyama and hinata are not even offended by this. they also think it's cool that they were on the same team as suga in high school.

he's friends with osamu's daughter, kanako (shout-out to @osamusbigtits and his single dad osamu au) since atsumu also brings her to practice sometimes.

i think... these are all of my hcs?? questions are always welcome :3

#single dad!iwa au #into the kiddoverse #i got really hung up on the logistics but then i was reminded that i can just do whatever i want and i was like 'oh you're right actually' #thank u bex. thank u ash. #ummm anyway yeah :3 iwaizumi mikio u are so important.

[blissfullyrhea]

IWAOI X READER threesome

🔞 minors do not interact! Creampie, double penetration, oral (M and F receiving) Twt links , cursing

Since your first semester in Argentina, you had belonged to Toru Oikawa a star setter for the Argentinian volleyball team, a well rounded Olympic athlete who was the most beautiful man you’d ever met. You had first met when you went to one of their community practices with a friend who was affiliated with one of his teammates, therefore you were able to meet everyone on the team including Toru.

It didn’t take long for you to make eyes at him. Or for him to notice you either.

“Fuck- huahh fuck Toru I’m cumming!” You screamed, legs shaking as they were held apart while the pretty setter sank his tongue back into your spasming cunt. he had just won an Olympic game and was so eager to receive his reward that after everyone left the locker rooms he’d locked you in there and laid you on a bench. He wasn’t always so forward, especially in public but he knew with the days to come he’d have to prep you. Which is exactly what he did as he slammed his cock into your still convulsing cunt, immediately slamming his hips down into yours, forcing you to see stars and scream his name again.

Yes… your body, your mind and your soul… they all belonged to Toru.

But Toru, Toru belonged to Hajime.

“This is my best friend, we were on the same middle and highschool teams back in Japan, his name is Iwazumi Hajime.” Toru was quick to introduce you to his best friend- a very very attractive athletic trainer for Japan and MSBY another team full of attractive men who also grew up with or around Toru.

Hajime was polite and they had a scrimmage you were welcome to watch. Hajime had kept you close while you sat on the sidelines and you had made mediocre conversation about school and work and life in general. He’d seen how honestly you talked about Toru and how much love you had for the pretty setter when you looked at him. You were definitely perfect for them.

Hajime was more certain when he looked down now from where he laid on his mauve loveseat, Watching you and Toru, your tongues wrapping around each other as it lapped up the cum covering his cock. He always came hard with Toru, but he never came twice, nor did his hips buck like they were now, as the both of you eagerly kissed and praised his cock.

No, Hajime was sure of it now. You were the perfect little addition to this relationship. He was so sure of it that he’d pulled you onto his lap and watched how Toru just stared up at the both of you with so much love, helping Hajime hold your legs apart and lapping at both of your sex as Hajime slid you onto him, his body shivering as you moaned out from the size of him stuffing you.

You had hoped you could last as the man beneath you started bucking up into you. But that thought was soon shredded when you watched Hajimes hand grip Torus head and hold his face against your cunt. His balls slapping Torus chin as Toru took your aching cunt into his mouth and played with your clit.

“You’re not gonna cum already are you baby? We just started.” Hajime teased, his left hand held your waist while his right held Torus hair and he slammed harder into you. You were already cumming. Body shaking as you were so overwhelmed, you didn’t have a chance to catch your breath when you were thrown on your stomach on the bed, Hajime still in you from behind, ordering Toru to get in front of you so you could suck him off.

“Be a good little girl for your daddies and maybe I’ll let you get filled up. How’s that sound baby?”

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[kitashousewife]

New Opportunities

a/n: hi!! this is part 2 to the atsumu fic Press Conference that i wrote a few days ago! i hope you guys like it! part 1

tags: @malxoxo @oikawas-toris @dai-tsukki-desu @my-idea-was-stolen @chims-kookies

pairing: timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, fluff, lowercase intentional

atsumu had never been more embarrassed. that was one of the first times that he wanted to leave a press conference as soon as possible. along with his stupid mistake, your small smile and cute laugh are stuck in his brain, playing on a loop the entire drive home.

after tossing his jersey and other game clothes into the hamper, atsumu decides to check his phone. yep. as expected, his notifications are abundant as he is being posted, reposted, tagged, and commented on just about every social media platform. he throws his head back and groans, long and drawn out, as he tosses his phone on his bed.

as the phone bounces, once, twice, and almost on the floor, atsumu gets a call from his manager. even better. atsumu ignores it, and texts him letting him know that he is really not in the mood.

turning on the shower, atsumu's phone dings with a message from his manager. that was quick, this must be bad.

you are EVERYWHERE, mr. miya. and that's not a bad thing. maybe in the future though, we remember that the mics are always on and yes, they can pick up whispers. get some rest and we will see you tomorrow.

atsumu looks at himself in the mirror. placing his palms on the counter, he looks down at the red marks on his forearms from the match, then back up to his face. well, at least i'm trending for good reasons, right?

almost like he was communicating with himself, atsumu's eyes light up in the mirror and his heart races as he gets a great idea. the best. the best idea he has had in years.

do you know the journalists name by chance?

hitting reply, he jumps in the shower. washing down the drain, along with the sudsy water, is the embarrassment he felt earlier. instead of the shame he feels every time his phone alerts him that he has been reposted, yet again, he is giddy. the chance to talk to you is just about here. as he steps out of the shower and dries off, he gets a text back from his manager, you name included. the question asking why he needed it goes right over atsumu's head as he searches your name on instagram.

he finds you. he knows it's you from the colorful array of photos that make up your profile. travel photos, pictures of food, and different photos of your smiling face shine onto his in the dark of his room. feeling bold, he decides to message you.

atsumu.miya: you're the reporter from tonight, yeah?

-

you stare at the phone. what do i say? hiding in your covers as if he could see you, you finally reply.

y/n: yeah, that was me!

you quickly change out of the app and try and find anything else to distract yourself. your heart is racing. is this that big of a deal? all kinds of thoughts start floating through your head. what does he want? is he messaging me because-

atsumu.miya: well hey 😄 i am sorry about tonight. i hope i didn't ruin your article or anything

you smile at that.

y/n: you didn't at all. actually, with the attention the video has gotten, this may be better for me 😉

immediately you cringe. the wink face? come on. hoping he doesn't ghost you after that, you decide to grab some water. it's already past 1 am, and you aren't going to be sleeping anytime soon.

atsumu is wrapped up in covers like a cocoon, only thing visible is his face glowing from the light of his phone. grinning ear to ear, he laughs out loud. she's too cute. trying to come up with the most clever response, he is pleasantly surprised when you text again.

y/n: anyway, i'm sorry for all of the mess this caused. i hope that nothing bad happened to you because of this!

atsumu smiles wider, if possible.

atsumu.miya: don't apologize pretty, you've done nothing wrong ❤️

atsumu.miya: you are beautiful, by the way. i meant what i said into the mic earlier. but, i have a practice tomorrow so i need to sleep. i gotta prepare myself for the jokes 😉

the last sip of your water gets stuck halfway down your throat at the message. having experienced his compliment in real life, reading the message was like replaying it once more. pink dusts your cheeks as you try to sleep. tomorrow is a new day. sunday, a day to rest, a day to relax. before falling asleep, you decide to be a little bold and respond.

y/n: i hope it isn't too bad ☹️ goodnight, i hope to talk to you tomorrow!

-

a pale dusting of light covers your eyelids. slowly opening them, you sit up in bed and stretch. walking into your kitchen to get something to eat, last night's events barge into your head like a semi truck. quickly snatching up your phone, you check for any messages.

an email from your boss, already excited beyond belief that you have provided such exposure for the company, texts from family about seeing you in videos and posts, and one from none other than:

atsumu.miya: hi cutie, how is your day going?

atsumu.miya: oh, by the way, my teammates had nothing but good things to say, mostly about you, but i didn't get made fun of too bad 😏😉

your stomach flutters and you feel giddy. your heart warms at the fact that not only did he call you cute, he double texted. first message from 8:45 am, second from 10:26 am. plopping down on the couch, phone in hand. you start typing out responses, second guessing yourself, deleting it, starting over; you can’t decide what to say. after typing a response, instead of deleting it you hit send. no going back now.

y/n: well, i just woke up, but so far so good! and i’m glad you didn’t get harassed too much. anything i can do to make up for it? it’s a little bit my fault.

doubt washes over you immediately. what if he’s just being nice? not 20 seconds later do you get a message back.

atsumu.miya: you could give me your number so we don’t have to bother with this silly app. i’m getting tired of seeing myself look like an idiot every time i open instagram 😫 it’s the least you could do, really

your heart beats a little quicker. so he is interested. before you can talk yourself out of it, you send your number to atsumu and wait.

atsumu lays sprawled out on his bed, freshly showered and finally in something other than practice clothes. chewing on the drawstring of his hoodie, atsumu adds your name into his contacts. what should i put as her name? should i put an emoji? is that too much?

deciding on just your name, no emoji, atsumu hits save. fiddling his hoodie string with his tongue, atsumu grins as he stares at your contact page. unfortunately, his grin loosened the end of the drawstring, causing him to bite his own cheek. groaning in pain, atsumu grabs his phone and shuts his eyes. they snap open, however, when he realizes he hit the voice call option. hanging up quickly, eyes wide, atsumu drops the phone and pulls the strings right, shielding his face in embarrassment. it’s just one thing after another.

after changing your clothes, you grab your phone and see a notification. a missed call from a number you don’t have, plus a voicemail. curious, you listen to the voicemail. muffled sounds, a groan of some kind, followed by someone saying “oh fu-“ is the entirety of it. just as you are about to call back, you get a text from the same number that makes you laugh out loud.

hey it’s atsumu. im sorry for the call, i promise it was an accident. i haven’t been having much luck when it comes to technology lately ig 😔

hi atsumu, it’s okay!! don’t apologize, i don’t mind at all!

creating a contact of your own, you don’t realize you are grinning until your own face appears on the screen. your reflection looks back at you as you scrunch your eyebrows, only for them to shoot up when you notice what’s on the screen.

facetime from atsumu miya

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[lunaevangeline]

The most beautiful flower for his garden 

{Oikawa Tooru x fem!reader}

words: 1,500+

To commemorate my angel who fought breast cancer fiercely. It’s been almost ten years and my life has never been the same since she left. Her life was beautiful, she deserves the best place in heaven. (cw: religious theme, alcohol, miscarriage, cancer, suicide, death)

Oikawa Tooru had no idea what brought him to the church that day. He was not a strong believer, only occasionally came on holy days. Lately, he felt his life was empty, although he got everything he wanted; money and fame, his career shone brightly. Why did he feel that he missed something significant? He thought maybe if he prayed to god, he would got an answer.

The church was almost full, only a few seats left. He took a seat next to an old lady, politely exchanging smile as she let him sit on the pew. His peripheral vision found a beautiful young lady on the other side of the aisle, one row away. She was so lovely; hair fell to her side as she took the time to read and annotate the Bible before the Sunday service began.

One glance, two glances, Oikawa couldn't focus on the sermon. If it was a small Bible class, the pastor would probably reprimand him. The woman’s pen fell, rolling under the church bench. She took her pen and rose up, her gaze met his brown eyes. She sent a smile at the sight, and he could feel his time was stopped for a moment.

The pastor closed the sermon with a long intercessory prayer, perhaps half of the worshippers were almost asleep. But after reciting the creed, there was a sound of a hymn that gave solace. In front of the congregation, the same lady in a black floral dress praised the lord. It was an old hymn of the church. He had never heard a worship song as beautiful as this as if he heard an angel’s serenade. He was sold, he could imagine all his sleepless nights and nightmares would dissipate with her soothing voice. He had only met her today, but he felt like he can be with her until his last breath.

Hasty steps followed her path after the liturgy ended. He reached for her hand and asked if it was okay to get her number. She noticed him, he was the man whose eyes couldn’t leave her along the sermon, she giggled and nodded. ‘Must be nice to be the most beautiful creation of god’s hands,’ he blurted. She rolled her eyes, muttering ‘what a flirt’, but then her lips tugged up from side to side. Her name was all he can remember for the whole day.

Oikawa was a man of action, he didn’t wait long to pursue her. After two years of building a relationship, from visiting her parents’ house and asking her on dates, to convincing his and her family despite the cultural differences, he was finally able to reach the velvet box in his pocket and offer his all —a chance to make her the happiest woman in the world. He took her hand in marriage, a small celebration at the church where they met with closest friends and family members. ‘—for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part,’ he vowed solemnly in front of god and his congregation.

He was right about so many things; he can easily fall asleep when she lulled a lullaby. He was at bliss when he had her in his arms, feeling her regular heartbeat. Coming home to taste her home-cooked dinner and planting a kiss on her temple was the moment he looked forward to every single day. Maybe he was wrong about one thing, he wasn’t sure if he made her the happiest woman. Instead, she made him the happiest man alive. He hoped to start a small family with her.

They tried once, and they failed. Saying in a reassuring tone that ‘we can try again’. They failed twice, thrice, uncountable —it became too painful to count. She became doubtful if her husband could still be happy with her, who could not bear a child. He put the blame on himself for being optimistic and making his wife walk through the pain. In front of the small mound in their backyard, he held her and whispered it would be fine as long as he had her. They wept under the overcast gray sky.

Living only the two of them, it felt like a honeymoon everyday. He was focused on her happiness, and so was she. But god loved to test one’s heart. Uncontrolled cell growth developed in her right chest. In the first few months it wasn’t fatal, only regular check-ups and healthy diet are needed. As time went on, things got weirder. The lump grew rapidly and changed color. The doctor diagnosed her with the last stadium of breast cancer, her heart (his heart) dropped (shattered).

For her, every second turned into a bet of life and death. Her life depended on medicine, beyond the count of her two hands. Even after the surgery, her condition gradually declined. Her hair was falling out from chemotherapy. Her weight loss —she lost her appetite and continuously felt nauseous. Her bone all ached, and she became numb from the infusion. But her smile was brighter than the sun, cheering everyone who met her at the hospital.

For him, it was a battle to be strong for the love of his life. Watching her deteriorated by malignant cells, the antiseptic smell suffocated him during the hospital visits. He tried his best not to cry when he noticed she became skinnier to the point it was almost bones covered by skin. It was him who knew, beyond her strong facade, she was gradually breaking down. He heard her whimper and cry. If he could take her place, he was determined to do so.

She lost the last strand of her hair and asked if she was still beautiful. He caressed her head, reassuring her that she was and always will be. She asked if he would sleep next to her even though she lost her melodious voice. He chuckled, he would stay even if she couldn’t speak words. She asked if he still love her even though the surgery took one of her body parts. He proclaimed he was falling even deeper for her strength. He would love her even if they took everything from her. She smiled, telling him that she loved him too, always, forever.

She wondered why it was getting harder to breathe. His hand held her palm all night, reassuring it would be alright. ‘Just take it slow and you’ll get there,’ he whispered softly. The oxygen tank helped her, and the electrical device monitored her heart rate. It was getting slower and slower, her body prepared to shut down. Oikawa knew, the doctor’s gloomy face last night spoke for itself. At the monotone sound, she let out her last breath. Finally, she got there to the other place beyond his dimension, her illness lifted. His tears broke as her soul drifted away. 

The day of the funeral day passed like a dream. Oikawa didn’t shed a tear. It was weird even for him to reminisce his wife, she was still there last night. Looking at the photo of his wife, he put on his best suit to give the speech. Her cold and stiff body laid beautifully in the coffin, wearing her wedding gown. She smiled ear to ear with closed eyes, because until the last moment he let her know that she was loved, she had done her best. It almost looked like a second wedding ceremony in front of death.

Time passed, he returned to his routine. Live went on, not giving anyone time to rest. Even after months the ghost of his memory was still alive. His mornings and nights were spent mourning over the cold bed. He texted her dead phone daily, more like talking to himself. He dreamt of her and woke up to the world where she left. But he never showed it, he managed to look fine.

One night his friend called while he was drinking wine alone in the living room, freeing his mind a bit. His friend asked if he was okay, but how could he be. He usually didn’t weep but he was too broken to care. He complained why even though he never committed any unscrupulous deed, his path with her was tough. He blamed the church, which continued to preach bullshit like hope and forgiveness. ‘Should be god who begs and asks for my forgiveness, for taking my loved ones,’ he muttered with a croaked voice.

An understanding smile etched on the other side of the phone. ‘Maybe god loves her just as much as you do, he likes to pick the most beautiful flower for his garden.’ 

He smiled bitterly and laughed over his last glass of wine, pouring the cyanide powder. If he can take her, he can take me too.

special taglist: @ushiwhacka @seijohlations @a-nonymousse @ohtokki @mattsunkawa @passionateuchiha

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[let-me-simp-in-peace]

Haikyuu Dating Headcanons for Oikawa, Hinata, Kuroo, Bokuto, and Kenma:

Oikawa:

This guy loves you more than anything else, and he does everything he can to make sure you know it.

He can be clingy sometimes, especially when he’s having a bad day. When he’s struggling, you’re the first person he’s reaching for.

You’re his safe space. His home. There’s nowhere he would rather be than with you.

He totally goes all out for your dates. He spoils you constantly.

He also doesn’t mind having low key dates too. He loves just laying on the couch with you and watching movies.

When his knee gives him problems, you’re always there to help. Whether it’s giving him a shoulder to lean on, taking him to the doctor, or even helping him out at home, he knows he can always count on you.

You often have to drag him out of the gym, and he just holds your hand while you lecture him about overworking himself. Normally, he would be irritated by someone interrupting him, but he can’t bring himself to be mad when he sees your eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“I just worry about you, Tooru.”

He just pulls you into his arms and shushes you gently. His heart feels so full knowing that you care.

Hinata:

This ball of sunshine loves you dearly.

Will randomly compliment you, and when you smile, his heart races at how cute you look.

Loves receiving and giving flowers. He cried when you brought him sunflowers with a note that said “For my Sunshine”.

He’s super shy. Blushes every time you kiss him. Gives you a little bashful smile whenever you compliment him.

He loves getting piggyback rides from you.

His friends love teasing him for how whipped he is, but he just laughs along with them because he knows it’s true.

Sulks whenever he has to ask you for help reaching the higher shelves of your kitchen. He always perks up again when you ruffle his hair and kiss the top of his head.

Texts you in the middle of the night just to send you funny memes or cute videos that he found that remind him of you.

He plays twice as hard when he knows you’re watching and grins every time he hears you cheering for him.

Kuroo:

This guy lives on chemistry jokes. He’ll send them to you throughout the day just to make you laugh.

When he tells them in person, he always laughs when you roll your eyes to try and hide that you’re smiling.

Every now and then, you’ll surprise him with one of your own, and your heart melts when his face lights up.

He loves flirting with you. He’ll do it anywhere at anytime, and he won’t stop until you or someone (usually Kenma) tells him to get a room.

Will randomly bring you breakfast in bed, saying he just felt like doing something for you.

Sends you two cards on Valentine’s Day. One is always unendingly sweet while the other is a joke card showcasing an awful pick up line.

He calls you randomly because he thought of a question he wanted to ask about you and your life.

Bokuto:

You’re his entire world, and he’s not afraid to tell you.

Will call up his mom when you get sick to ask for that one soup recipe that she always made for him when he was sick. Literally stocks cold medicine, painkillers, and cough syrup to be prepared if you need any.

Contrary to popular belief, he’s actually a pretty good cook. Loves trying new recipes, and you’re his designated taste tester. Never gets offended if you don’t like something he made. He just appreciates that you were willing to try it.

Once cried when he realized he had a game on the same day as your anniversary. He came home that night to find fairy lights strung around the house, a delicious smell coming from the kitchen, and you standing in front of him with a sweet smile.

He picked you up and spun you around before showering your face, neck, and shoulders in little kisses.

(For Female Readers) When you get your period, he’ll call his mother, his sisters, your mother, literally any woman he knows to ask what to do and how to help you.

Kenma:

He loves you so much. He’s not always the best at expressing it, but he tries.

Plays with your hair and listens quietly when you need to talk. He never judges you.

Likes to be the little spoon because he loves having your arms wrapped around his waist while he plays on his PSP.

Absolutely ✨lives✨ for the proud smile on your face after he finishes a stream.

Mustered up the courage and actually called your best friend to ask for date ideas for your birthday.

You guys have all out video game tournaments with each other. Kenma even has a scoreboard for the two of you in the cabinet with his games.

He loves playing Minecraft with you. The two of you spent two months building an entire town together, complete with custom houses, uniquely colored shops, a playground, library, and a fountain in the town square.

Loves when you cook for him and will eat it even if he doesn’t like it because it means so much that you went out of your way for him.

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