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teamatsumu · 9 months

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good enough.

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x reader

Word count: 2,578

✎ Soulmate AU, Angst, Hurt comfort

You had always been a meek child. And it shocked everyone you would meet.

It had a lot to do with the fact that your parents were both extremely outgoing. They were loud, adventurous types who loved trying new things. It wasn't difficult to see how they were soulmates. They were practically cut from the same cloth. But you, you often made people lose the plot. You didn't act like your parents' daughter at all.

You had always been very shy. It had taken you forever to make friends in daycare, and even longer once you entered kindergarten. Kids were too loud and too messy. So you preferred to keep to yourself. The few friends you had were because someone else would take you 'under their wing' somehow.

You got better as you grew up, though you could still technically be considered an introvert. You hated that word. Hated how limiting it was and how it put you into a box. You weren't an introvert. You had friends that you loved hanging out with and spending time with. You didn't prefer being alone. You loved companionship.

You just didn't think you were interesting enough to deserve it.

So you stayed in your little circle of dedicated friends, girls you had met as a little kid and stuck by all through elementary and middle school. But towards the end of middle school, something happened that changed your life forever.

You met your soulmate.

Well, 'met' was a strong word. You saw him, from afar. You laid eyes on him, felt that electricity shoot up inside you, the mantra of 'soulmate, soulmate, soulmate' repeating in your head. It was the same pattern of feelings you were told your whole life that you would feel. Down to every last detail. Yet your brain couldn't accept it. You couldn't believe the obvious signals your body was sending you. It just couldn't be.

Your soulmate was…… Oikawa Tooru?

The Oikawa Tooru. Kitagawa Daiichi's star setter. The best player their school had seen so far. You had seen him while he was receiving the award for best setter. When your eyes had settled on him for more than 5 seconds, signaling to your body that you were looking directly at your soulmate. You were frozen in your spot, obscured in the crowd of students seated for the ceremony. Watching as Oikawa accepted his medal and his shield. The center of attention, the smile on his face bright and warm.

You in the bleachers, clapping mechanically, no different from anyone around you. Blending into your surroundings like you had your entire life.

It took you many, many weeks to get used to the idea that Oikawa Tooru was your soulmate. Your other half. It just didn't sit well with you. You had seen soulmate couples your entire life, including your parents. People with similar tastes, more or less matching personalities, so in love and so in sync.

You and Oikawa were worlds apart.

He had a gentle charm to him, easy going smile and bright, bright brown eyes, hair so casually wind swept, the color of warm chestnut. He was tall, lean, enough to command a room the second he entered it. It almost seemed like he had a spotlight on him at all times. As you watched him from afar, cracking jokes and laughing loud, annoying his friends and greeting his fans, you realized just how different you two were.

You were, in every sense of the word, average. You weren't confident, but you could speak your mind when you wanted. You weren't ugly, but you weren't exactly a head turner. You were so….. mediocre. Especially compared to someone as rare and wonderful as Oikawa Tooru. There's no way you could match up to him.

You didn't deserve him. And more importantly, he deserved so much better than you.

You never dared mention to anyone that you knew who your soulmate was. Your friends would hound you forever and your parents would be flabbergasted that you didn't tell him yet. You didn't have it in yourself to explain to them why you didn't. It made sense in your head, but you had enough awareness to know that other people would say it's utter bullshit. You didn't want to deal with that. Someday, Oikawa would give up on finding his soulmate and settle down with someone else. Someone who could fit into his shiny, busy world. All you had to do till then was stay out of the way. This was for Oikawa's own good.

You knew fate was testing you when you unintentionally ended up at the same high school as Oikawa. You had nearly done a double take when you saw him in the halls, talking to that spiky haired boy he was friends with, basking in the admiring looks of multiple girls that walked past him and waved at him. It made you sigh. It's like every time you saw him, you were reminded how much better he was than you. And all it did was strengthen your resolve to stay miles away from him.

You managed to successfully avoid Oikawa for many months, which wasn't hard considering your straightforward routine. You didn't like leaving class for no reason. You had lunch at your desk. You weren't part of any clubs so you would go straight home afterwards. Also owing to the fact that Oikawa appeared to be the busiest person in the world, it made your life much easier.

You should've known it wouldn't last long. It seemed the entire universe was conspiring to get you closer to Oikawa. And the universe had sent Matsukawa Issei to do the job.

Matsukawa was in the same class as you. He sat next to you in the back row and dosed off during most of the lessons. You thought he was incredibly amusing. Especially when he would sneak food into his mouth during classes and try to chew it without the teacher noticing that his mouth was moving. When you would try to hide your grin, he would wink at you and offer you food too, and both of you would munch on it while you waited for lessons to be over. He was very laid back and easy going, yet had a lot of confidence. In an ideal world where you weren't so anxious, you liked to think you would be a lot like him.

You never would've dreamed that someone so naturally lazy would actually be part of a sports club. Especially not volleyball. The thought never crossed your mind. Had you known, you wouldn't have touched him with a ten foot pole. But you made it a point to stay as far away from Oikawa and volleyball as possible, so you didn't know. Big mistake.

The midday sun was beating on your head as you stood waiting at the school gate. You tried leaning against the wall but the brick was burning up, making you yelp and jump away. You scowled at your phone, staring at Matsukawa's name before hitting Call. He picked up after only two beeps.

"Y/N-?"

"Where the hell are you, Issei? I'm getting cooked in this heat!" You whined, feeling your scowl deepen. You watched students bustle out of the gate, eager to get home and away from the sun. There was a short pause on the other end of the line before Matsukawa spoke again.

"Oh shit."

You groaned out loud at the words, knowing exactly what he meant.

"Issei, I need those notes! We have a quiz tomorrow and you promised me you would give them back after school."

You could hear Matsukawa panting on the other end, making your eyebrows furrow. Was he running?

"Listen, Y/N. I left my bag at the gym. The team is out on a run right now and I think we will be back in maybe ten minutes? Why don't you go wait at the gym and I'll give it to you when I come-"

"Wait," you cut him off. "What gym? What are you talking about?"

More huffing. "Oh yeah, you don't know. I'm in the volleyball club. Go wait for me at the gym."

You stilled, blinking once, before the implication of his words sank in and panic gripped your chest. "No, no, wait! I can't go there. I'll wait for you at the gate and you can just come give it to me-"

"Coach won't let me leave the gym during practice time. What's the big deal? It'll take two minutes-"

"No Issei!" You cut him off, feeling cornered. "Keep the notebook. I'll get it from you tomorrow."

"But what about the qui-"

You hung up.

Your heart was beating a mile a minute, thoughts racing. That was so close. So close. You had unintentionally become friends with Oikawa's teammate. And you had no clue. Panic gripped you as you realized what this meant. At any given time, Oikawa could've seen you. He could've walked into your classroom to talk to Issei about something and laid eyes on you. Then he would've known.

The walk home was shaky and disorienting. You felt frustrated with yourself at this game you were playing. Trying to stay away from the boy this universe was begging you to be with. Someone your heart also desperately wanted, but your insecure, anxious brain was constantly yelling at you to stay away from.

He's too good. His future is too bright. You'll ruin him.

You were so tired.

The quiz ended up being pretty easy, considering the fact that you didn't study for it at all and spent most of your evening crying, then watching some shitty comedy on Netflix that didn't make you laugh at all, going through your snack drawer like an madwoman and finally falling asleep, where brown eyes plagued you in your dreams for the rest of the night. You thanked the gods that you had nothing good to do in your life and hence spent most of your time studying. It meant you did pretty well on your test despite doing nothing to prepare for it.

If there was one thing about you that was way above average, it was your brain.

Issei was looking at you weirdly throughout the day, and he finally spoke up at lunch, something you had been dreading.

"You wanna tell me what the hell that was yesterday?" He crossed his arms, staring at you so hard you were afraid he could take a peek into your soul.

"What the hell was what." You deadpanned, avoiding his gaze.

"Don't be daft. You nearly had a panic attack when I told you to come meet me at the volleyball gym."

You cringed at the word 'volleyball', sighing deeply. "I just didn't want to make the extra trip, it was really hot outside-"

You stopped talking when Matsukawa abruptly sat up, eyes narrowed at you. "You're bullshitting me. Tell me the truth."

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "I am telling you the-"

"I'll drag the entire volleyball team here if I have to." He drawled, a challenge in his voice. "You freaked me out yesterday. And it has something to do with my club. So tell me, or I'll find out somehow."

You felt your heart race. Dammit. You couldn't think of anything else. You couldn't think of a lie to placate him. And as you stared into his dark eyes, you knew you had lost.

Matsukawa Issei became the first person to know who your soulmate was.

He had dragged you out of the class after lunch break. There had been too much to unpack in that short amount of time. You hid behind the school overlooking the grounds, telling Matsukawa everything, like word vomit that you couldn't stop. You realized as you talked just how desperate you were to tell someone about all this. You had kept it in for so long that just saying it all out loud seemed to lighten your load.

A thick blanket of silence fell on you two when you finished, nearly out of breath. You watched Matsukawa intently as he stared out at the grounds, one leg pulled up to his torso and resting his arm on his knee. He sighed heavily, running a hand across his face.

"For someone who gets the best grades in our class, you have got to be the dumbest person I have ever met."

You blinked at his words, shocked. "Huh?"

He scowled deeply at you, shocking you even more. He looked almost angry.

"You think you know better than the universe? You think you're smarter than fate?" He raised his voice, looking pissed. "How can you think the gods were wrong when they paired you with Oikawa? And to make this huge decision, without even considering how Oikawa might feel-"

"How dare you." Your voice trembled, feeling tears prick at your lash line. "All I did was consider how Oikawa might feel. I put my own feelings aside-"

"What the hell makes you think this is what Oikawa wants?" Matsukawa raised his voice even more, nearly swelling up in frustration. "You don't know him. You don't know if he wants you. You can't make this decision for him!"

You reeled at his words, blinking your tears away furiously. What the hell was Issei implying? That Oikawa could actually make any alternative choice? It couldn't be. Why would he want you?

Issei's face was softening, watching the emotions flit over your face.

"Y/N," he continued. "You're my friend. I'd like to think I know you. And from what I've seen, I guarantee you that there is not one thing about you that Oikawa won't like."

"But I-" You drew in a trembling breath. "We're so different."

Issei snorted and shrugged. "Trust me, he needs that. Or his head would get too big for his own body to carry."

You two stayed silent for a bit, letting Issei's words wash over you like a cold shower after a hot day. Your heart was screaming at you to believe him, but your mind wouldn't let up. You heard him sigh and stand up, stretching his arms above his head. How long had you been out here anyway? It felt like hours. Was school over? What time was it?

"Alright, let's go." You snapped out of your thoughts at his words, blinking owlishly up at him.

"Go where?"

He didn't answer, waving your question off like he was swatting a fly before he grabbed your arm and pulled you up to your feet, not giving you a moment to breathe as he led you away.

"Issei-"

"Shut up. I've heard enough outta you." He didn't look back at you. You felt a sting of indignation, falling into silence and letting him drag you. You felt so burnt out.

You only tuned back into the present when you heard the squeaks and thuds on hardwood floors, tensing up when Issei climbed the three small stairs leading to the open volleyball gym doors. He tugged your arm when he realized you had stopped, turning to look at you. He gave you a soft look, almost pleading.

"He deserves this. Please."

You felt your shoulders slump in acceptance, mind stilling and slowing in its tirade of thoughts. With one last deep breath, you stepped inside.

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taeyamayang · 8 months

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MORE THAN WE COULD EVER BE

a/n: a very personal piece. close to crying as i sip on the tea he gave me.

PAIRING: Oikawa Tooru x reader

THEME: angst, hurt, confession

Time comes tailed with unwanted thoughts. You find yourself unconsciously halted by realizations that was once never there. They, the thoughts, were new, yet a sense of familiarity ominously haunts you like a predator behind tall grass waiting for its chance to grapple you, unaware and whole. A gradual and torturing realization of losing grip of your meticulously crafted life. A path weaved by your self-centered desires and inhibitions, all of it ruined by a simple nod. A nod of recognition; a greeting of “hey, we meet again.”

It was a harmless reunion but somehow you were made to believe that it was something more. Perhaps, you are a fool for believing in a higher order. A lover of destiny and soulmates–a hopeless romantic, if you must. But how could you blame your naive mind when his touch effortlessly eroded your edges? His words reminded you that you are more than your rigid plans and achievements, that you’re more than just a person living up to other people’s expectations, and that you, too, are allowed to feel affection, warmth, and possibly, love. He carried your worries like he was part of you, invading your enclosed world as though he has always meant to be in it. And before you know it, you’re searching for him.

He’s raw. He feels, he cries, he laughs, and he loses his mind over the simplest things. He’s human. In the moment he let his guard down and shows you a side of him he protected from the keen eyes of the watchers, he became the person you longed for; a person who expresses in a way you couldn’t and accepts your irrational thoughts and vulnerability gently like a shattered glass in his hands.

All he is is what you lacked, and all you are is what he sought to be,

and instantly, you were each other’s person.

You recount the nights you both sneaked out just to see each other. Dinner with him was the best, and you remember it so well. Stolen glances turned to long yearning stares. You remember the night you had it rough and he was all you could think of. He went out of his way to give you comfort and walked with you under the moonlight and behind the shadows, watching you with unjudging eyes as you crumble in defeat.

How he pulled you close under an old tree and embraced you like no one ever did. He was careful, words whispered in your ears to remind you that you have him. His hands were on the small of your back and the side of his face pressed to your cheeks. You remember getting lost with him, unexpectedly traveling to the other side of the city and to the countryside with no idea how to get there and home. You can still feel his damped button-up polo that you wore when the rain wouldn’t stop. He was intent on keeping you warm despite him being equally drenched and cold. It was the first time you let loose of control, letting the present decide for you. You can still remember the taste of the donut you had on that same day. It was sweet, nothing like any pastry you had before.

But at the back of your mind, you also remember how Oikawa thanked the heavens and the gods for meeting you again but only promised you today. How he thanked you for bringing out his inner child but at the same time telling you how much he hated who he was in the past. How he was so sure of you the night before but forgets about it when the morning rises. How he looked back on memories from two weeks ago as if he was reminiscing on something lost when you are still there, under the tree on the night of July, between his arms, and with only his voice breaking the stillness of the night.

Were you the only one who felt it was real?

Your thoughts circled in your mind in a leisurely and painful way, slow and dragging as though you are supposed to feel every inch of the knife stabbed in your chest. A long sigh is all you could muster as the voices from the group of friends you came with drowned beneath the anchoring waves you long stared at. You watch the sea pull and crash repeatedly in an unending cycle and somehow you empathize with it.

The sand buries Oikawa’s feet as he uninvitingly sits next to you. He might have finally noticed your disappearance after enjoying himself with drinks and chats.

“What are you up to?” He asks innocently, cheeks flushed from alcohol.

“Wondering if I have a place in you.” is not what you said, instead you masked it with a generic, “Enjoying the view of the ocean. It’s breathtaking at night.”

“It is,” he responds, hiding a cheeky smile behind a can of beer as he takes a gulp.”It’s breathtakingly dark. I can’t see shit!”

His laugh is contagious enough that even your agonizing realizations were pushed back momentarily. Until hurt came tenfold, gripping your chest. You couldn’t hold yourself back.

“Oikawa,” you utter, tears pooling on your lids.

It’s a mistake to be so honest and bold. Yet, for the last time, you let yourself lose control,

With him, you’re not in control.

The waves crash.

“I’m falling for you.”

a/n to x: you were and are amazing. thank you for being my muse, but is that all you could ever be in my life?

a/n: heck, this a depressing way to say i'm back to writing lmao but i hope you guys liked it! -pea

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priniya · 2 years

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GUITARIST !

summary: when reader’s band plays an important concert, oikawa tells his girlfriend that there’s no chance he could get back to japan, but the truth is that there’s no thing that could stop tooru from being with his significant other in the day as important as her concert.

notes: oikawa tooru x guitarist!reader, fem!reader, long distance established relationship, also oikawa being a shitty boyfriend. good friend!iwaizumi. mentions of drinking, swear words, frustrated hajime. not proofread kinda angsty also, hurt/comfort

you’ve known that for oikawa, his career would be always on the first place, his significant other following right after. and saying that you were completely fine with the situation would be… a small exaggeration. you couldn’t argue with that, you never could, so you pretended like being paid less attention to that practices wasn’t such a big deal everyone was telling you. but a part of you were incredibly hurt when your boyfriend of five years told you it was impossible to bail a few practices to be there at your concert in tokyo.

your small band was supposed to be a support, and a starter for a bigger one from the united kingdom. organizing the whole thing was way more of a challenge than you anticipated, since you were some sort of leader you had to do it on your own. contacting the other band, which wasn't the hardest part as you already knew the members, then the organizators, the management, the place where the event was supposed to happen at. if it wasn’t for iwaizumi who kept you on track with people you already called to, you wouldn’t be sane.

and because you’ve been working under heavy pressure, you got distant from your boyfriend, not answering his calls nor texts, replying with short sentences, but you were too busy to catch a breath or eat a proper meal instead of an instant ramen during breaks at studio. and well, oikawa got worried when the only source of information was hajime, not you.

one evening, when your bandmates and friends decided on taking a break and going out to celebrate such a big success of your work, you drank a little too much, that’s what hajime told you the following day. he drove you to his place, when your legs got too wobbly to function due to how much alcohol you pour in your mouth. he would sit you on the couch in his living room, and as if it was for the soft fabric of the furniture, you burst out crying.

“i hate it.” you let out quietly, your face hidden in the crock of iwaizumi’s neck. “i know he’s- he’s happy there, but i want him back. can’t he be a volleyball player here? like everyone else?” your sobs made your friend’s heart tear into pieces, his hand caressing your back gently to calm you. “throughout the entire three years he’s been there i’ve seen him twice, twice, haji. i miss him being here, he missed almost everything! my graduation, the party when i got accepted to the university of my dreams, his nephew’s first important game. and he won’t be able to see me on that stupid stadium.”

when oikawa left to argentina, you’ve already been in a long distance relationship, but because of you. you were granted an exchange to one of the best high schools with music programme in the uk. you couldn’t deny an offer like that, but it made you bit goodbyes with tooru almost a year earlier than you expected. since then, you saw him twice, one on your twenty birthday, and the second time on christmas next year.

it was exhausting. and when he told you, he wouldn’t make it to your show, you felt ruined. it was the only thing you’d pray for — for him to see you on a stage, opening a concert so important for you, your friends and bandmates. you never told him how you felt, never brought the topic again yourself, like your band never existed. it seemed too painful to speak about it out loud.

iwaizumi didn’t even bother trying to explain his other best friend. there were no words that could do such a thing. even though oikawa tooru has been his friend for longer, you were the one on the verge of breaking down whenever his topic was brought up, and hajime had to have a one on one with his friend.

so when you finally passed out from exhaustion and probably dehydration since you shredded so many tears that you could’ve filled up at least three huge bathtubs, the man covered up with a blanket and called oikawa, who already bombarded your phone with his calls.

“you’re so dead shittykawa.” he began, almost being interrupted by a confused what? coming from the other side of the phone. “i have your girlfriend sleeping on my sofa after a half an hour of crying, because her boyfriend seems like he doesn’t care about anything but his sport career, when for example hinata or ushiwaka are in japan every two or three months.

yet your girlfriend still thinks it’s okay to be treated like that, saying that’s what she signed up for five years ago. no, don’t even start on her becoming distant. she works her ass off trying to make you feel proud even though you won’t even see her perform in real life, you won’t be a part of her fucking dream just because volleyball is more important than your own fucking girlfriend.” he was furious, spitting out words, he would probably regret if he didn’t see how much in pain his best friend was.

“she doesn’t talk to me, iwa. what am i supposed to do? she doesn’t even answer my calls or texts. i wish i was there with you all, but volleyball is equally important to me, you know it. don’t make me the bad one.” oikawa sighed, rubbing his face with his hand.

“i know your career is significant, and i’m happy you’re chasing your dreams or some shit, but i’ve had enough of seeing your girlfriend, who you says you love endlessly, cry her tears out because you can’t get a few more days off and fly here. i don’t care what you’re gonna do, but i want to see you in two weeks at the airport or, you believe me, i’ll be the one who’s gonna convince y/n to dump your ass and find somebody who won’t neglect her.”

“hajime, i already have the tickets.” oikawa sighed, revealing the surprise for you. “i wanted to surprise her, i know i’ve been a shitty boyfriend and i wanted to see her, see all of you.”

“i don’t regret anything i said.” iwaizumi confessed, getting back inside. “if you let her down like that again, i’ll be the first one to suggest the idea of breaking up with you.” he claimed, and before tooru could add anything, he just hung up, taking a seat next to you.

the next two weeks were the most stressful ones for you, throughout your entire musician career. you, semi, konoha and hanako, a friend of yours, had barely left the studio you were rehearsing in. matsun and makki, your roommates, got even more worried when you became lifeless like a ghost.

at the final rehearsal before the show started, you weren’t even paying attention to the people that stand next to the stage, excitement took over you (especially when you finally slept enough hours and ate a proper meal), but then you caught eye contact with someone, and you felt like you were hallucinating. you immediately jumped off the stage, running towards the boy who just stood there smiling at you with the smile that never failed to make your knees weak.

“you’re here.” you spoke out, not believing your eyes. “you came.” you added softly. and then you took a swung at him, punching him in the chest, making your boyfriend grimace in pain, while the rest of your band laughed. “don’t think i forgave you for coming here once a year and a half. but i’m happy you’re here.”

when the show started your eyes were fixated on your boyfriend who stood at the front with all of your friends, matsun, makki, and iwaizumi, vibing and swinging their bodies to the tunes of your songs. oikawa locked eyes with you, grinning as wide as he could, thanking god he could see you there, on such a big stage in a place like this.

first person you saw after getting to the backstage was your boyfriend with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and a smile plastered on his lips. “you were amazing, with every second i’ve felt more and more enchanted. god, i love you so much.”

you pulled him into a kiss by the cotton of his collar, the first one you had since last year. you almost forgot how his touch worked on you. “i love you. i love you so much.” you mumbled into his lips before pulling away. “please, don’t leave me for so long anymore.”

“i won’t, baby. i can guarantee you that.”

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bokutosmochi · 2 years

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UNCLEAN ♡ OIKAWA TORU

timeskip!oikawa toru x gn!reader

what's it? suggestive allergen warning/s? n/a sugar level? 0.8k regulars? @hanayanetwork

parlor's note? the bottle referenced here is the one they use in the anime, the kind of bottle where you have to pull and push at the mouthpiece to open and close it. also, this was written for someone else originally so if you see an error, no u didn’t :DD

bon appetit!

you loudly cheered for your team as oikawa scored another point for them via a setter dump, further bring the momentum and the blessing of the goddess of victory to your team. you were sure that the pressure was starting to settle onto the other team's bones. it couldn't be denied, the fact that they were forced to take their second time out of the set proved that.

you smiled brightly at the men in your team as they stepped off the court for time being, greeting them before the coach for the argentinean gave them a few words of guidance, telling them that what they were doing is working against one of the toughest teams in this year's olympics - japan's national team - and should continue pushing through, continue with this style of offense, do not take the nine point lead for granted.

you gave each of them their respective water bottles, careful not to accidentally give one the other's as the older man continued to encourage them, giving them some advice while he was at it. and as always, you gave oikawa's things last. that was something you did ever since you got to know him because usually, if the game is going well - like it is right now -, coach is already over with his talk with the team once you've reached him, giving you the opportunity to converse with him some more as you've always enjoyed time spent with the brunette man and with the enthusiasm that seeps into his voice whenever he talks to you, assuming he enjoyed it as well would not be considered a far fetched guess.

albeit you probably did like him in a different way he likes you as over the years of working with him, you've developed a small crush on him. or at least it was a small crush. now there are times where you find yourself enamored by him, by his mere existence that you forget to breathe for a few seconds. and the best thing about oikawa was that his handsome features were only a secondary reason onto why you liked him, as the primary reason for your infatuation was his attitude, the way he carried himself, the way his mind worked. you found it absolutely fascinating and you want nothing more than to delve into it, into him until you were breathless and unable to remember anything but him.

as usual, he was smirking at you as you handed him his towel and water bottle, only, there was something different about this smirk. you cannot explain it, nor can you put your finger on it, but there's definitely something there.

his hand grabbed at the towel and gave you a curt thanks before opening his mouth to speak some more. "hun, my hands are dirty. can you open my bottle for me?" he asked with a tilt of his head and you quickly looked down to hide how your cheeks were burning up at his stare.

you were about to grab at the mouthpiece that had to be pulled up in order for it to be opened when he quietly tsk-ed discontentedly at you. "your hands are dirty too."

so you found yourself looking up at him in confusion, silently asking him what he wanted you to do because truthfully, you had no idea.

"with your mouth,"

you murmured the words back to him in disbelief. there was no way he said those three words. he's never hinted at liking you in that way and it just doesn't make any sense in your dumbfounded mind.

the look on your face just makes him chuckle. he leans down to your level, his mouth right by your ear as he repeats himself "with your mouth". his warm breath gives you a chill and makes you press your legs together. he glances back at the court and then at you. "c'mon hun, i don't have all day. i still have to drink." he states plainly as if he didn't just say what he did.

you were powerless against his gaze and did what he told you to do.

you put the tip of the water bottle to your lips and tug at the mouthpiece with your teeth, opening it for oikawa.

without missing a beat, he smirks further, cupping the bottle with his large hand and taking it from you, drinking from it oh-so casually. and in the nick of time too because the moment he was done, the referee blows the whistle, signifying the end of the time out.

he presses the bottle back to your hands, "close it for me now, yeah?"

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yanderecrazysie · 8 months

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Repercussion Part 2

Requested by multiple people on my Wattpad.

Part 1: here

Title: Repercussion (Part 2)

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, non-consensual touching, suggestive themes

Summary: Your former bully decides to explore that last love language with you.

repercussion

/noun/

an unintended consequence occurring some time after an event or action, especially an unwelcome one.

Oikawa had been acting strangely the past few weeks.

You were ready to graduate and leave this hell for good, but even you couldn’t deny Oikawa wasn’t as bad as before. He still frightened you and you didn’t dare trust him, but he was definitely being nicer. You’d enjoy it while it lasted.

You were used to Oikawa’s cruel, mocking remarks and cruel treatment. Having Oikawa act like a good person made you feel like you were walking on eggshells. Either it was a joke and he was hoping to catch you off guard or he would surely snap and go right back to his old behavior soon enough.

You thought you made it clear to him that you weren’t interested in whatever he was up to, but he didn’t seem to be taking the hint. Maybe you should be clearer, get it through his stupid head?

No, that wasn’t really how you were. You’d take whatever he gave you and try to work through it. You always had. His weird behavior was just making you a little more daring, that’s all.

Speaking of the devil, Oikawa was practically skipping around the corner, heading straight for you with a smile. You retreated back into the school, hurrying down the now empty halls. He must have come straight for you after your club ended.

You spotted the girls’ bathroom and ran inside. Surely he wouldn’t follow you in here. Surely you were safe.

You were wrong.

Oikawa pushed open the door with his foot, smiling even wider when he noticed you backed up against the sinks. Futile effort though it was, you tried to run for the bathroom stalls, to lock yourself inside, but he caught your upper arm in one large hand.

“I figured out your love language!” Oikawa said cheerily. You weren’t sure what he meant by that, but you were sure it could be nothing good.

“What are you talking about?”

Oikawa tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy, “Your love language. It’s physical touch.”

Your heart just about stopped in your chest. No. You would not allow this to happen.

“It’s not!” You squealed, pushing him away from you. He was taken off-guard by your reaction, genuinely expecting you to stand still and let him grope you or whatever. He let go, but only for a second, quickly wrapping an arm around your waist.

“No, no, sweetheart, let’s just try it. You just don’t understand what your love language is. I tried every other one, so this has to be it.”

The past few weeks flashed through your mind and you realized, while feeling rather sick, that he’d been trying to find out what your “love language” was. And you had unknowingly stumbled into his trap. Just a sick excuse to touch you, you were sure.

Without you realizing it, Oikawa had backed you up against the wall. You trembled in sheer terror as he reached a hand out and, with childlike wonder, touched your cheek gently. Gentle touches soon turned to rough handling as he pinched and stretched your cheeks apart, grinning at the newfound entertainment.

When he’d left your face raw and flushed, he moved down to your arms, brushing up and down them and comparing your hand size to his own. With a light blush playing across his own face, he intertwined your fingers in his. It was almost sweet, had it not all been against your will.

“Please stop…” the words floated out of your mouth helplessly, but even as you said them, you knew it was a waste of breath.

Oikawa was engrossed in his twisted experiment, his eyes fixated on you as if you were some kind of fascinating puzzle he was determined to solve. One hand played with your shirt hem as you struggled.

“I could go so much farther with you, you know that?” Oikawa asked, his voice disturbingly cheerful.

You closed your eyes and focused on shoving his hands away, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“But I won’t!” The hands disappeared from your skin, and you hesitantly peeked open your eyes to find him greedily drinking in your disheveled form. He smiled endearingly and you could hear him breathe out the words “so cute”.

You shuddered and quietly dared to ask, “Can I go?”

“Mhmm.” Oikawa said distractedly, taking one step to the side to clear the way to the bathroom door.

On wobbly legs, you practically sprinted for the door, throwing it open and racing into the hallway. You didn’t stop running until you had slammed the door to your house behind you. You leaned against it, breathing unevenly and letting the tears finally fall.

You didn’t know what was wrong with Oikawa, but you wanted nothing to do with it.

But you had a feeling he wasn’t done with you.

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere one shot #yandere x reader #haikyuu!!#one shot #yandere oikawa #oikawa tooru

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sunakys · 2 years

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new haikyuu vleague official art chibis

(click for quality)

look at teeny suna isnt he so cute :,) his little fox hands awwww 😭🌹🌹

#haikyuu #haikyuu one shot #haikyuu vleague #official art #sunarin #suna rintaro #suna rintarou #komori motoya #bokuto koutaro #atsumu miya #sakusa kiyoomi #ushijima wakatoshi #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #oikawa tōru #oikawa tooru #x reader #smut #timeskip

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iwaoiness · 7 months

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When Iwaizumi is drunk

Iwaizumi has a high tolerance for alcohol, but when he gets drunk, he gets clingy -like really clingy-, and possessive -like really possessive-. And, as twisted as it sounds to admit it, Oikawa has fun with this Hajime.

A lot of fun.

The first time he discovered it was a couple of years ago, at a party in a popular Tokyo bar. While Tooru was talking animatedly with Sugawara and a nice guy they hit it off with, Iwaizumi appeared behind him, wrapping his strong arm around his waist to pull him close, sticking Tooru's back to his broad chest, their hips fitting snugly together.

"Hey, my pretty boy, I've been looking for you" He spoke, throaty and low over the music, kissing the sweaty skin of Oikawa's neck with hot lips.

Tooru blinked, blushing up to his eyebrows as his smile faltered in the face of the new boy's confused look and Sugawara's amused gaze, who took a swig of his drink trying to hide the laughter.

"A-Ah, Iwa-chan, sorry, Koushi-chan and I got caught up with Aoi-kun" He replied, feeling his knees weaken as Hajime tightened his grip a little more, pulling him closer to his solid body. Iwa's thumb began to trace delicate circles along his hip bone through the thin fabric of his blue shirt.

"Mmh" He hummed, resting his chin on Oikawa's shoulder and raising his darkened and intense eyes to the new boy, scrutinizing him up and down.

Aoi smiled, tense and uncomfortable, wiping his palm against his jeans before extending it in Iwaizumi's direction.

"Hey, nice to meet you, I'm Ao-"

"I didn't ask you."

Suga couldn't hold back his laughter this time, and Aoi flushed with embarrassment. Tooru turned his face toward Iwaizumi with round eyes and mouth open. Who is this Iwa-chan and where is my Iwa-chan?

And why the hell is this so, so hot?

"Iwa-chan," he uttered slowly, instantly grabbing Iwaizumi's attention. Iwaizumi glared back at him, his cheeks tinged with a blush. "Are you drunk? What happened to your renowned alcohol tolerance?"

Hajime frowned, and, to Tooru's added surprise, he stuck out his lower lip in a pout.

Iwaizumi Hajime, pouting.

Him.

Pouting.

"I'm not, why do you think I am too?" He whined like a toddler in a tantrum and Oikawa's heart nearly stopped dead in its tracks when Hajime hid his face in his neck, snuggling.

"He's fucking drunk" Sugawara assured with amusement, watching Iwaizumi in fascination while Tooru continued to stare wide-eyed, his cheeks and ears turning crimson. "And I think you should take him out for some air."

"But Oikawa-san promised me a dance" Aoi protested, scowling. Tooru began to open his mouth, intending to clarify that he had promised a dance involving all three of them. However, Iwaizumi stepped forward, raising his head from Tooru's shoulder to narrow his gaze at the young boy.

"Tooru is mine, and I don't share what's mine with anyone" He growled, his tone resolute and unwavering. He then let go of the waist of the tomato-red Oikawa to interlock their fingers and lead him toward the door, leaving Aoi standing there in confusion, while Suga playfully patted him on the back.

What happened next, well, it was scarred on Oikawa's neck and thighs.

#haikyuu!!#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #oikawa x iwaizumi #haikyuu #hq fluff #hajime iwaizumi #drunk iwaizumi #hq drabble #drabble #sugawara koushi #i love them so much #possessive iwaizumi #clingy iwaizumi #soft and fluffy #one shot #short fic

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minarixx · 1 month

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𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 ✯ 𝐓.𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

“𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, ��𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.”

PAIRING. Oikawa Tooru x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst

Secret flings but what happens when someone wants more

WC. 1.7k

A/N. Literally came back just to write about my sneaky link right now. Listened to August and cried because everything relates too hard, and we met in August. When he breaks my heart I'm gonna come back with mad angsty one shots.

Had to do a remake cause the other was atrocious.

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

The night swirled with energy, a symphony of laughter and music filling the air. Y/N stood amidst the pulsating crowd, her gaze drawn to one figure in particular—Oikawa. He moved with effortless grace, the center of attention wherever he went. The charismatic figure around whom the energy of the gathering seemed to revolve.

She had heard about him before, seen him from afar in the hallways of their school, and watched his volleyball games where his presence commanded attention like a magnet pulling in metal. Tonight, however, was the first time they had exchanged more than passing glances.

Their eyes met, and a spark ignited between them. Y/N's heart raced as Oikawa made his way over, his smile like a beacon in the dimly lit room.

"Hey there," he greeted, his voice smooth and inviting.

"Hi," Y/N replied, her cheeks flushing at his attention.

They fell into conversation easily, the rest of the party fading into the background as they shared stories and laughed together. It felt like they had known each other for years, their connection instant and undeniable.

But as the night wore on, their words flowed more freely, the connection between them deepening with each shared laugh and whispered confession. By the time the early hours of morning approached, Y/N found herself drawn to him in a way she couldn't quite explain.

As the last guests began to filter out and the house grew quieter, Oikawa turned to her with a smile that seemed to hold a promise. "Do you want to go somewhere else?" he asked, his voice low and inviting.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. But the pull of Oikawa's charm was too strong to resist, and she nodded in agreement.

They found themselves outside, the night air cool against their skin as they walked together, the silence between them filled with an unspoken tension. It was as if the world around them had faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own private universe.

When they finally reached a secluded spot, Oikawa turned to her, his eyes searching hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Without a word, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that ignited a fire within her.

In that moment, all doubts vanished, replaced by a hunger she couldn't deny. They stumbled into each other's arms, the passion between them burning brighter with each touch, each whispered endearment.

But as the sun rose on a new day, reality intruded upon their moment of bliss. Y/N watched as Oikawa's expression shifted, his features clouding with uncertainty.

"We should keep this between us," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "It's better that way, don't you think?"

But beneath the surface, Y/N felt the weight of their secret bearing down on her. She longed for something more, something real, but she was too afraid to voice her desires, too afraid of losing what little she had with Oikawa.

Y/N nodded, her heart sinking with a heaviness she couldn't shake. She knew what he meant - they were just two people caught up in the heat of the moment, nothing more.

And yet, despite the ache in her chest, she couldn't bring herself to walk away. So they agreed to keep their encounters a secret, their friendship blossoming even as their relationship remained hidden from the world.

Their hangouts were filled with laughter and excitement, each moment tinged with the thrill of forbidden desire. Whether they were exploring hidden gems in the city, sharing late-night snacks at a deserted diner, or simply losing themselves in each other's company, Y/N couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them.

But as the night waned and she returned home alone, the guilt crept in like a shadow, casting a pall over the euphoria of their time together. She couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that lingered in the wake of their passionate encounters, a nagging doubt that whispered to her in the darkness.

Why did she give herself like that so easily? She felt like a slut.

"Why do you keep coming back?" Oikawa asked one night, his brow furrowed with confusion as they lay entwined beneath the stars.

Y/N hesitated, her mind racing with a thousand unspoken truths. "I don't know," she murmured softly, her voice barely audible above the rustle of leaves in the breeze.

But in reality, she knew the answer all too well. She craved the warmth of his touch, the sound of his laughter echoing in her ears. She longed to be wanted, to feel desired in a way that transcended the confines of secrecy and shame.

And yet, she couldn't bring herself to voice the depths of her longing, to lay bare the vulnerability that lay hidden beneath her carefully constructed facade. So instead, she remained silent, her heart heavy with the weight of unsaid words, aching for a love she feared she would never find.

But as the weeks turned into months, Y/N found herself yearning for more. She watched as Oikawa flirted with other girls, his laughter ringing out across crowded rooms, and felt a pang of jealousy that she couldn't suppress.

One night, as they lay tangled together in the darkness, Y/N couldn't hold back any longer. "Do you ever think about us?" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Oikawa was silent for a moment, his fingers tracing patterns against her skin. "I'm glad we're not anything serious," he finally said, his tone casual. "I've seen too many relationships crash and burn. We're better off just chilling, don't you think?"

The words hit Y/N like a punch to the gut, leaving her reeling with a pain she couldn't articulate. She forced a smile, nodding in agreement even as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

"It's nice to just chill, you know?" he said casually, his words like a knife to her heart.

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat, her heart sinking at his words. She forced a smile, nodding in agreement, but inside, she was crumbling.

The weight of her emotions grew heavier with each passing day, until it felt like she was drowning in a sea of unspoken truths.

"I just don't understand why you keep putting yourself through this," one of them said, her voice tinged with frustration.

Y/N sighed, her shoulders slumping as she struggled to find the words to explain. "I know it's not ideal, but there's something between us, something I can't quite let go of."

"But he's treating you like nothing serious," another friend interjected, her tone harsh. "You deserve so much better than being someone's dirty little secret."

But Y/N couldn't find the words to explain the ache in her heart, the fear of rejection that held her back. She winced at the words, knowing deep down that they were true. But the thought of walking away from Oikawa, from the connection they shared, was too painful to bear.

"I just wish you could see yourself the way we see you," her friend continued, her voice softening. "You're worth so much more than this."

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat as she stared down at her hands, the weight of their words pressing down on her like a lead weight. She knew they were right, knew that she deserved better than what Oikawa was offering.

Her friends exchanged exasperated looks, their patience wearing thin. "You're being stupid," another friend chimed in. "You need to get out of this mess before it destroys you completely."

But for Y/N, leaving wasn't so simple. Despite the pain, despite the heartache, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was still something worth fighting for. As much as she wanted to walk away. She would rather have this connection with him than risk losing him.

It was August, the summer break was coming to an end.As they lay together beneath a blanket of stars, that Y/N finally found the courage to speak her truth.

"I can't do this anymore," she cried, her voice raw with pain. "I can't be someone's secret."

Oikawa was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable in the dim light. And then, with a sigh, he nodded in resignation. "I knew this would happen," he said, his voice heavy with regret.

The words sharp and cutting as they circled each other like predators in a hunt. Y/N could feel the tension crackling in the air, a palpable force that threatened to consume them both.

"Why do you keep coming back if it makes you so unhappy?" Oikawa demanded, his voice tinged with frustration.

Y/N's heart clenched at the accusation, her defenses crumbling under the weight of his words. "I don't know," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I can't help it."

But even as she spoke the words, she knew they were a lie. She could help it - she just didn't want to. She craved the fleeting moments of joy, the stolen glances and whispered confessions that made her feel alive in a way she had never known before.

And yet, beneath the surface, a storm raged within her, tearing at the seams of her carefully constructed facade. She was tired of hiding, tired of pretending that their relationship was something it wasn't. She wanted more

As the tears welled in her eyes, Y/N knew that she couldn't keep up the charade any longer. She had to be honest - with him, with herself - even if it meant risking everything she had ever known.

"Feelings and emotions got caught in the way. I'm sorry."he said quietly, his voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

With those words, their fragile bond shattered like glass. And in that moment, Y/N realized that she had never truly been alone - that he had always known the truth, even when she couldn't bring herself to say the words out loud. But now, as she stood on the precipice of her own liberation, she knew that she could no longer hide behind the facade of their secret love.

#haikyuu #haikyuu one shot #haikyuu x reader #hq oneshot #haikyuu angst #oikawa #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #hq oikawa #oikawa toru #oikawa angst #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa toru x y/n #toru oikawa

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the-haikyuu-trash · 2 years

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OIKAWA TOORU || happy birthday

in which oikawa got drunk and he forgot what his girlfriend looks like

word count : 749

tags : suggestive (?) , fluff , female reader , she/her pronouns, timeskip!oikawa, alcohol mentions, alcohol consumption

a/n : i have… 100 plus followers omg guys— thank u sm! (Is it because of the last post i made) i hope i get to interact with you guys more IF ONLY IK HOW TO RESPOND IN A SIDE BLOG ahhh <3 im suppose d to publish this on his birthday but i got lazy— happy birthday oikawa!

Oikawa couldn’t remember when was the last time he got really drunk but it feels like a very long time now that this time it feels like it was his first. The alcohol surging through his veins, anything from his point of view is blurry, the light of the party seems dimming and his body feels heavy with every step he takes.

Ah! Right, it’s his birthday and his highschool volleyball teammates planned to celebrate this special occasion is by dragging him to the club. It was fun, at first at least but now, there’s nothing more he wants but to go home… he swears he’s forgetting something—

“Hey baby,” a hand grabbed his arm and Oikawa suddenly jolted up awake, head is still in pain but he made an effort to look at the blurry woman in front of him. “You look like you’ve had your fun, c’mon, let’s get you home—“

“Don’t— don’t touch me.” He croaks out, prying his arm away from this unfamiliar (somehow familliar) woman in front of him, he looked away from her, looking at everything but her. “I have a girlfriend.” Oikawa prides in himself that he’s not a cheater like everybody paints him to be (absolutely loving the surprise look sent to his way when they find out they’re six years together.) and the bruenette would rather die if he lost the woman he loves with all his heart. The woman distanced herself, hand coming up to a mock defense, he turned his head to look at her and could see her red painted lips turned to a cheeky smile as she tilts her head to the side. “Oh yeah?” She mused. “What does your girlfriend looks like?”

Almost like an instinct, he reached out for his phone and opened the small device in his hand, the picture of a beautiful woman wearing silk pajamas, hair is all a mess and she’s eating messily of a cup noodle, looking innocently at the camera came to his view. God he loves this picture of his love so much that even in his drunken state a warm honest smile made it’s way to his lips.

“Here!” He boasted, pushing the phone to the woman to make her look at the lockscreen. “That’s—“ he stops, burping because of the alcohol before continuing; “that’s my girl!”

“I—“ she started, he could painstakingly make out her appearance slowly. “I told you to delete that picture, Tooru!”

Oikawa Tooru blinks. Again and again. Until his view became clearer slowly. Then it clicks, his breath knocked out of his chest to see his beautiful girlfriend wearing the dress he brought out for her, looking absolutely gorgeous and he swears this is the best birthday gift he could ever ask for.

“My baby.” He cooed, tucking back his phone in the pocket of his jeans and his hands finds her waist, pulling her close to him and immediately (Name) wraps her arm around his neck, a beaming smile sent to his way and his day suddenly ten times more special. He pressed his lips to her soft ones. “My one and only.” Another kiss to her nose. “My love of my life.” Another kiss to her jaw and (Name) couldn’t help but giggle at his affections.

Oikawa hummed, burrying his head to the crook of her neck, swaying slowly at the music with her. “I’m so happy you’re here with me.” He murmurs, wanting nothing more but to be in her arm in this moment. “I’m such a lucky man—“ he whines, feeling dramatic because of the alcohol but (Name) knows better, her man is always dramatic every single day. “you have no idea.”

“I love you too.” (Name) responds, a giddy smile om her lips and before Oikawa could even respond to her, he feels like throwing up that he pulls away, afraid staining her dress because he didn’t drank responsibly and whines. “I just wanna make out with you in the middle of the dance floor, baby.”

“I know, but how about a better idea and finish whatever plan you have for us back home?” (Name) suggested with a teasing smirk and Oikawa loves her and her ideas.

Somewhere in the corner of the club…

The three looked at eachother, Makki sent a cheeky look at the two and Matsukawa grinned.

“Oikawa’s getting it tonight—“

“Alright!” Iwaizumi slammed down his drink and point at the two with a knowing look. “How about you two get your asses out there and get a girlfriend, hm?”

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touchlikethesun · 11 days

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i've just posted the first installment in what i'm calling my whirlwinds series, following different characters' experiences of the brazil fling. this one centers on oikawa and the end of the "fling."

#god i've not published any fic in... over a year...#for shame gwen for shame #anyways yeah there will be not a continuation necessarily but i am working on one shots from the other povs #this one was just finished first bc... lbr i am much better at writing angst than i am anything else #next might be kags' pov for that same reason #my writing #oihina #brazil arc #oikawa tooru #haikyuu

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princess-of-inarizaki · 1 year

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That dress looks stunning on you, but I bet it'd look better on our bedroom floor ;)

🦋Miya Atsumu x fem! reader,, trigger warning: suggestive themes/concepts, mentions of sex, implied 18+ (but nothing explicit). [note: characters ARE aged up to their timsekip! selves, and so is the reader—"kid" is merely a term of endearment.]

The MSBY party would be held tonight, and here you were; freaking out over a earring. Atsumu smiled as he waited outside to catch a glimpse of you. “Babe hurry up, yer' making me impatient” but you couldn't respond. Somehow, meeting his teammates, doubled over with the dress (which looked good at the time, but now seemed liked a horrible idea); made your stomach flop.

“Babe? Are ya okay in ther'?” asked Atsumu again, softly. “can you come out?”

Sighing in relief at the small earring hidden underneath your makeup pouch, you fastened it and took a few deep breaths before emerging.

Atsumu thought he had seen an angel, when he saw you walk out from behind the door. With your hair cascading down your bare shoulders, his eyes trailed down to the dress. Oh wow, that dress. It almost knocked the air out of him as he had never seen you in something so beautiful.

As much as the man wanted to gush on about how beautiful you looked, and how lucky he felt; after looking at your worried expression, he knew that'd have to wait.

“Hey kid, c'mere.” Atsumu gently pulled you to his chest, the buttons on his tuxedo grazing against your cheek as he ran his fingers down your hair. “Ya' look beautiful. I know yer' might be worrying about this dress, or meeting my teammates, but I promise everythin'll be fine.”

And somehow, he knew just how to cheer you up. He never minded you being insecure every once in the while, and his arms?? have you ever been held by Miya Atsumu and his impeccably strong arms? because when you spent the next few minutes just you cuddling into him in his tuxedo, as the skirt of your dress cascaded off the bed, all your worries melted away.

Before leaving, he blushed as you nuzzled your face into his neck one last time, and wondered how he had ever gotten so lucky.

“Oh wow, Y/n-san, I'm so glad to finally meet you!” said a owlish looking man. You recognized him, and gave him a small hug. “It's nice to meet you too, Bokuto-san”

Next, a short tangerine haired boy appeared next to you, and smiled sheepishly. He seemed to be jittering nervously as he waited his turn to introduce himself. “Hi y/n-san!! I'm Hinata!! Did you know Tsum Tsum' talks about you a lot?”

You smiled and nodded. “I talk about him a lot too, he makes me very happy.” upon hearing that, Hinata beamed and walked off to talk to Bokuto. Stifling a giggle, you thought of something funny.

Atsumu sauntered up to you, a blush evident on his cheek after hearing what you said to Hinata. “Don't mind them, if Bokkun looks like he's just ingested tonsa' caffeine, Hinata looks like he has coffee pumping through his veins. They're sunshines, though I'll never tell them that! annoying pigs” he said with a small smile. But the adoration he had for his teammates was plain to see.

“Omi-omi kun” Atsumu looked like he had seen a ghost as a tall and handsome man with curly hair peered at you from behind his mask. He nodded at Atsumu before leaving, which left him in a fit of laughter. “Omi's so terrifying, but I'm sure he has a good heart.”

The amount Atsumu respected that man was truly no joke. You smiled at the thought.

As the night progressed, your insecurities about the dress melted away whilst Tsumu' twirled you in his arms, and showed you off to his teammates. After meeting everyone, deep in your heart you knew you liked the "MSBY 4" (as they liked to call themselves) best.

Being quiet, you watched as your boyfriend lit up like a firework amongst his friends. But much like fireworks, they do slowly fall to the earth like sparkling dust when their time is up…

Which was… now?

“Y/n, baby? can we go home?” A tired looking Atsumu saddled up to you with half lidded eyes and a soft smile.

“I thought you’d never ask”

“That dress looks stunning on ya” he whispered as soon as you walked into the bedroom “but I’d bet it’d look better on our bedroom floor”

Feeling your cheeks grow hot, atsumu nuzzled his face into your neck, placing soft kisses there and deliciously revelling in how warm you felt under his touch.

“Strip, baby. We didn’t come home early for nothing, ya know?”

BYEEE haha i’m nineteen this year and more than legal enough to write the most deliciously explicit shit. But you know… when i find the time :’)

Ya girl is doing the toughest course on the planet. Hello A-level girlies. no no. Hello STEM a-level girlies. But you know we’ll get through this :)

Anyways enjoy this draft that i finished after like 3 years. I forgot what hashtags to put so uh yeah please repost i will love you forever and come out from under your beds to kiss you. on the lips. yes.

lots of love, Ari!! <3

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuufanfics #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu hcs #inarizaki #miya atsumu headcanons #miya atsumu one shot #miya atsumu x reader #miya osamu #osamu fanfic #oikawa imagine #haikyuu osamu #miya osamu headcanons #atsumu angst

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tooruhearts · 2 years

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he smiles.

you hope he smiles forever.

→ feat. oikawa tooru || genres: angst || warnings: none

everything falls when tooru receives a letter from argentina.

he’s made it, he hugs you and spins you around and you want to laugh, congratulate him, tell him these tears are of happiness. but you can’t because that’d mean that you’re happy he’s leaving you, that everything you’ve gone through meant nothing.

“you’re not coming back, are you?” the wind knocks out your breath and you hope he hasn’t heard what you just said.

but tooru doesn’t answer and you know it, he’s heard you. he just doesn’t have anything else to say.

tooru doesn’t come back to university. you know you’re being stupid by waiting for him at the cafeteria, at the library, at the park. waiting for him to come back, as if he hasn’t left you for his dreams already.

you wonder if it was your fault. maybe you should have pretended that everything was okay, that you’re selfish and that you can’t love. maybe then he would have chased after you.

maybe.

he’s on the screen again. he looks so tired, not even the makeup can cover it. you know he’s been through another one of those nights of coffee and restlessness, but that doesn’t stop him from answering the interviewer’s questions.

“any important people in your life you want to thank?”

“well, my fans, my family and…” the crowd seems expectant for what he’s going to say. tooru looks down, hesitates, and looks at the camera. “someone else. it’s a secret.”

he smiles. he smiles and you cry.

you don’t think he has forgotten about you but he has moved on and you, you haven’t. you’re still stuck in the past, remembering things that won’t come back and god, why must he be everywhere you go?

you hope nothing breaks tooru’s smile, even if he doesn’t smile for you anymore.

a/n: dont ask why reader is kinda toxic, i also dont know lmao

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l0viia · 1 year

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Oikawa x Female! Reader SMUT

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𝑃𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑠𝑒𝑥，𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔，𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑥，𝑢𝑛𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑥

‘Where is he’ I mumbled to myself as I walked around the training camp looking for my boyfriend. Kageyama and I have been dating for roughly two years now. We met at a tournament back in middle school. We both had a passion for volleyball so we became friends pretty quickly.

Unfortunately at one of my away games I broke my foot right at the start of my match. After that I couldn’t bring myself to play anymore. That was by far the lowest point in my life, and I thought that things were never going to get better.

That’s when kageyama and I became a thing. He was always there when I needed him and I fell in love with him. I was at every game and practice of his. Usually, I would accompany him to things like this because he liked to be around me 24/7. At least that was the case until a few months ago.

He started to very subtly put distance between us, telling me that it was unnecessary for me to stay late with him after practices or games. I wouldn’t think anything bad about this, just a boyfriend looking out for his girlfriend right? Well, I already have a good feeling about why he had a change of attitude towards being around me so much.

Around 3 months ago I decided to surprise him at one of his games and not tell anybody. I sat at the top near nosebleeds so I could blend into the crowd. That’s when I saw him and same little blonde chick being a little too friendly with each other.

She was smiling up at him with her hands wrapped around his waist. I figured he was seeing her behind my back after I watched my best friend tsukishima confront them at the game.

After the game I decided to go see Tsuki and try to make sense of everything. He told me that she was the new assistant coach and has been all over him after seeing him and I at his practices. I remember smiling to myself thinking about that. I was so glad to hear that kageyama would cheat on me with someone that nasty because I sure as hell wasn’t going to stay with somebody that was so easy to get. And by the look of things that girl in only entertaining him because she wants to feel validated in life by proving that she can have anybody she wants. This means when push comes to shove she won’t stay with him, but that’s what he gets.

I was hurting the first month, constantly questioning myself, Comparing myself to her. I realized pretty early on that no matter what his excuse was going to be, I would never let him get away with this. All I could think of sense then was what I was going to do and how I was going to make him regret doing this to me.

I wasn’t going to break up with him until he was crying and pleading to let him explain himself. I want his to be scared of losing the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Then I’ll take every ounce of hope he has away from him and leave him there with nothing.

I was walking throughout the camp looking for any sign of kageyama when I heard a certain infamous voice calling out to me. “Y/N!” I mentally groaned as I turned around to face the energetic male.

He stood over me smiling as bright as always obviously excited to see me. “Hello, Oikawa” I greeted politely. “Do you happen to know where Kageyeama might be” his smile slightly faltered after hearing my question. “And here I thought you came all the way to Tokyo just for me” I smiled to myself at his tactics before shaking my head.

Silence rang through the air briefly before he sighed lowly. “Are you guys.....still like a thing?” I laughed lightly before meeting his gaze. “For now”. He stayed silent looking at me for any sign of discomfort.

“Look Y/N... Maybe you should go home.Call that little boy after you make it home safely. I don't think you should stay here. I don't want you to see-” “See him and that blonde chick? Yeah, I don't think you made it in time to save me from that information. Anyways I need you to take me to them so I can catch them in the act and officially break up with Kageyeama” He stuttered a bit, tripping over his words before deciding to just stay quiet.

Sighing he smiled and shook his head. “So what’s the plan gorgeous? You gunna put them infront of everyone?” He mumbled a few more suggestions before taking my hand and leading me away from the training area.

“Just a warning sweetheart,Whatever you're about to see is not going to be pretty. I saw them leave towards the dorms before I ran into you. Its been awhile and they still arent back so....” I smiled to myself knowing what he was implying.

Of course I didnt want to see them together, but it was the only way he was actually going to tell the truth and apologize the way I want him to. No, the way I NEED him to. I need to reassure myself that im good enough and that this is the only way I can ensure that.

Oikawa stayed silent for the most part. Every now and then he would let out little hums when I would try to pull my hand away from his. His grip was firm yet gentle. I glanced down at our hands and smiled gently. I wondered why was helping me. I mean, as far as I know, he isn't really the type to do things for anyone other than himself. Part of me wants to think he's doing this because he's a kind person, but , y mind can't help but wonder if he's only helping me to get back at Kageyeama. If you think about it it's not that far off. He spends a lot of his time trying to compete or prove that he is the better person between the two.

I use to be against it until I found out my oh-so-loving boyfriend was cheating on me. Now im going to show him that oikawa is not only better ag volleyball, but at life aswell. Ever sense Oikawa foundout kageyama and I were dating he’s been extra nice to me. Of course he would flirt with me and try to get at me just to piss kageyama off, but I never let it get to my head because the person I planned on spending the rest of my life with was kageyama nobody else.

With that thought running through my head I slowed my footsteps down before coming to a complate stop. “What happened sweetness we’re almost there. Just two more rooms down”. I kept my gaze glued to the floor not really knowing what to say.

“ you know you've always been way to pretty for that loser” I snapped my head up and stared at the man in front of me.

I never really took the time to look at him before. My eyes were always stuck to my boyfriend. I felt myself get shy under his gaze and attempted to divert my eyes away from him. He chuckled before bending down slightly and slowly closed the gap between us.

“You know I've always been better then Kageyama right?” my breath was caught in my throat as my heart pounded loudly in my chest.

He brought his face closer towards mine before lowly whispering in my ear. “I can prove it to you if you'd like~” I pulled back slightly and searched his eyes for any sign of him of him bluffing or joking, but his gaze was stuck on me, and his breathing was slightly heavier than usual.

I took a nervous breath before I tilted my head up and connected our lips lightly. He groaned contently before grabbing the back of my head to deepen the kiss. I placed my hands on his chest and pulled away to try and catch my breath but he pulled me closer not letting me escape his grasp.

He lifted me up and my legs quickly wrapped around his waist. He pushed my back up against the wall and gripped my hips tightly. His mouth left mine, kissing my jaw before moving down to my neck. He let his tongue press against my skin before roughly pulling my skin into his mouth and sucking on it.

I tilted my head back against the wall while letting out quiet patchy moans. He slid his hands up my sides and under my shirt. His hands were cold causing me to shiver under his touch. He grabbed the fabric at the bottom of my shirt before tearing it completely up the middle.

My hands shot up to cover my chest, legs tightening around his waist. My face flushed as I panted, suddenly more aware of our very open situation.

“Someone's going to see us Oikawa” he kissed down my neck and over my chest before moving his hands behind my back and unclasping the red lace fabric that was holding my heavy and soft breasts. “Let them” he spoke confidently before pulling my nipple into his mouth and rolling his tongue over the sensitive nub.

I let my hands fall away from my chest as moans spilled out of my mouth. His hand grasped my other boob as his thumb ran over my hardened nipple that was still exposed out in the open. He released my nipple from his mouth and pulled the other one in, sucking it harshly. He let one of his hands drop down my side while softly caressing my skin.

I felt his hand slip under my skirt and he let his fingers softly rub down my clothed opening. I sighed in pleasure, pushing down on his fingers and rolling my hips.

He detached his lips from my skin and glanced up at me “Does it feel good baby?” his eyes trailed down my body then back to my face. “Mm~” I nodded grinding my hips against his fingers.

I felt the fabric of my panties get moved to the side before the feeling of his cold fingers returned to my folds. He ran his fingers back and fourth spreading my wetness around before slipping two of them into my opening. My moans became more vocal as he started slowly plunging his fingers in and out of me.

“Fuck” he groaned staring up at me. His movements because quicker as I felt myself getting more and more needy. “Oikawa~” I moaned grabbing the back of his head and bringing his lips to mine. I whined into his mouth as he curled his fingers up and started attacking my G spot.

I arched against him as I felt myself getting ready to cum when he pulled his fingers out of me. I let out a whine in protest as he captured my lips in another kiss.

“I’ll let you cum right now princess don’t worry” he placed me down on my feet, eyes glued to my bare chest.

“Take your panties off baby” he asked me, hands touching my hips. I blushed but complied slipping them down passed my knees while crouching slightly.

“Slip off your shoes” he continued to give me small commands while doing nothing more then then stare at my naked body. Soon enough I was completely naked and exposed not only to him, but to everybody that could be walking to their rooms.

“You’re being such a good girl for me Y/N” he whispered kissing me slowly. He trailed his lips down my neck and chest stopping to kiss both my nipples before continuing his trail down my torso.

He set himself down on his knees right in front of me and parted my legs slightly. I stared down at him embarrassed and tried to cover myself but he smacked me hand away and brought his face up to my pussy. I shuddered at the feeling of his breath on my heat and rested my back against the wall behind me.

I felt him slowly drag his tongue from my entrance to my clit as I let out series of shaky moans. He continued his agonizing pace for a few moments before circling my clit with his tongue.

He sucked on it harshly causing my hands to shoot down and grasp the back of his head. “𝐴-𝑎ℎ 𝑚𝑚𝑚𝑚 “ I moaned pushing his head closer to me. He quickened his pace and lapped at my clit greedily while humming in approval at my reactions .

I mewled and thrusted my hips forward while pushing him in. He captured my clit again and repeatedly sucked on the small nub harshly as my legs shook. “ 𝑛𝑛𝑛𝑔ℎ 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒－“ “𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘“ I let myself grind down on his face as I came.

He ran his tongue between my folds a few more times before standing up and pressing against me. His clothed member pressed against me as he gripped the back of my hair, pulling it down harshly and kissing me greedily.

He slipped his tongue in my mouth and made me taste myself. “𝐻𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠？“ he thrusted his hips forward,pressing onto me. “𝑛-𝑛𝑜“ I was hardly able to answer him. The feeling of him this close to me is too much to handle and all I can think about is how I’m getting fucked two doors down from my boyfriend and I’m right out in the open.

All they have to do is walk out of the room and we will be caught. As that thought runs through my head I feel my legs get separated again before he hoists me up in the air. Standing in between my legs he rest me on his hips as he pulls his volleyball shorts down, letting his hard dick free.

He stares at my opening while palming the tip of his dick before sliding it in between my slicked folds.

“𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠．𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟．𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢．𝐿𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑“．Oikawa’s eyes were stuck on mine as he trailed his dick between my folds.

My face scrunched up in pleasure as I felt the tip of his length brush over my clit repeatedly. I panted as he teased my entrance and I gripped his shirt, begging for more of his attention.

“𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑌／𝑁．𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡“ My face flushed red as I blinked up at him shyly. “𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑚 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑂𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑤𝑎．𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑚𝑒－“ “𝐴-𝑎𝑎ℎ“ He pushed in slightly before pulling out again.

He repeated this action twice before completely forcing himself into me. My head hit the wall as I gripped his harshly. I panted heavily as his length stretch me out completely.

“𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑦/n 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑“ he thrusted into me with a little more force and I let out a loud wine trying to pull my hips away from him, the pleasure becoming too much for me to handle. I couldn’t get far before his hands tightened their grip on my hips and he started to groan in pleasure as he rocked out bodies together.

He picked up the pace, sweat forming on his forehead as he watched my chest jump with everyone of his thrust. The sounds of his skin connecting with mine and my moans echoed through the halls as my boyfriends biggest pet peeve fucked me this good.

I tilted my head back and let Oikawa use my body as he pleased, his groans making me more turned on. “𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑.” He pulled out and placed me on the ground before turning me around and shoving me down in an arch against the wall.

He entered me quickly and started thrusting into me a lot more harder than before. The new position had him hitting spots inside of me that were never touched before and I pressed myself more into the wall moaning loudly. “𝐹𝑈𝐶𝐾 𝑁𝐺𝐺𝐻!!” Tears formed in my eyes as he fucked me and I felt myself getting close to another orgasm.

My walls tightened around his member and I heard him curse under his breath. After a few more thrust I felt that knot it my stomach quickly coming undone. I cried out in pleasure and my knees almost gave out on me as a came intensely around his dick. He wrapped his arms around my stomach and lifted me up slightly so my feet were off the ground and started pounding into me faster and faster. My hands flew out to hold myself up against the wall and tears fell down my face as he abused my overstimulated hole.

His thrust became more and more sloppy as he chased his high and he let out strings of curses. He leaned over my body and hugged me close as he pumped into me violently and bit down into my shoulder. My head fell down to the side and I whimpered, obediently letting Oikawa use me to satisfy his own pleasures. Tightening his arms his hips snapped into me twice before holding me in place, letting his cum leak into me.

He held me there for a few moments. Groaning and panting loudly as he released his hold on me and started griping my hips again. He gently rolled his hips into mine a few more times before completely pulling out. I felt my legs go out under me and he caught me and lifted me up into the air. Dropping one of his hands quickly he pulled his shorts back over his dick and glanced down at me.

“𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠?” His laughs echoed down the halls as I laid in his arms panting, trying to catch my breath. I closed my eyes and let myself completely catch my breath before nodding. “𝑚 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦“ I mumbled as tiredness swept over my entire body.

I felt him take a few steps forward before I heard the sound of him opening a door. I opened my eyes and watched him walk into the room we were JUST fucking by. I stared up at his face as a light smirk decorated his features.

“𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚．．．” he nodded his head happily as he set me down on his bed before walking over to the bathroom. “𝑊𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑂𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑤𝑎．𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑓 ，𝑛𝑜 𝑀𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑.”

My complaints went unheard as he walked back into the bedroom area and over towards me with what looked like a wet towel in hand. He crouched in front of the bed and parted my legs before gently cleaning up whatever mess he made with me. After he was done he threw that towel in the corner and stood up walking towards his closet. He pulled out a pair of sweats and started to strip. My eyes scanned his body as he undressed in-front of me.

He slipped on the sweats and pulled a plain black T-shirt off its hanger. He chuckled before turning towards me and looking at me gently. He walked towards me and listed my arms up, slipping the shirt on me slowly. He brought his hand up to caress my face as the silence was heavy but comfortable. He bent down and gave me a gentle kiss on my lips that filled my stomach with butterflies, something I haven’t felt in awhile.

He got into the bed and pulled me down into his chest while sighing against the top of my head. “ I want to keep you here with me y/n” I blushed at the way he broke the silence and wrapped my arm around his waist and threw my leg over his torso pulling him closer to me. “I want to stay here with you Oikawa” I shyly stated.

He held me as he sighed contently obviously getting ready to drift off to sleep. “Wait Oikawa my clothes are outside still” he groaned and hugged me closer mumbling a quiet “leave them” before completely falling asleep.

I wasn't expecting any of this to happen, but im so happy it did. I can say that im completely over Kageyeama and I don't need some silly clarification of being “enough” from him. Oikawa has made me feel so much more than enough this past hour then Kageyeama has our entire relationship.

I know that Oikawa doesn't have the best track record of keeping girlfriends, but something tells me that this thing between us, whatever this thing is, it's going to have him in a chokehold for a long ass time.

I might have been looking at Kageyeama this whole time, but nothing will ever get me to take my eyes off this intoxicatingly perfect man. I felt my eyes close as I drifted off to sleep. Where my dreams were filled with nobody other then 𝐻𝐼𝑀．

#oikawa tōru #oikawa x reader #haikyu smut #smut #hq oikawa #x reader #one shot

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priniya · 1 year

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TSUKISHIMA KEI, THE TUTOR !

when y/n’s figure ice skating career is in danger, because of how bad her grades are, tsukishima is willing to tutor the girl until her dream will be safe again.

notes: tsukishima kei x oikawa!reader, younger sister, fem!reader. ice skater!reader. have i told you how much do i love iceskating. also reply sth if you want to be in my taglist!

one things tsukishima knew about you, even before you two got together, was that you were incredibly similar to your brother when it came to engagement in sports. oikawa being extremely obsessive and trying top everything that includes volleyball, and your eagerness to top every single jump in a day or the same obsession, but with ice-skating.

sometimes, he felt compassion for your parents, two out of three children (he wasn’t so sure about that since he never met your older sister) somehow passing each year with their full focus on their athletic career. and sometimes it was funny to see how obsessed both of you were, yet so successful.

there were many things, you’d give up for your brother, but when shiratorizawa offered you a scholarship, you couldn’t refuse, even if it hurt your brother to the point where he refused to talk to you for a few weeks. one of the best high schools in miyagi with the absolutely best ice-skating programme, built-in ice rink, and the best teachers in japan. it was a chance you couldn’t let go.

watching you ice skate was one of tsukishima’s favorite after school activities. he would take an hour-long ride to see you on the rink for at least a few minutes. the blonde boy wouldn’t admit it, but helping you with stretching out, or recording your jumps, so you could watch it over, and over again, was just as satisfying as when he blocked wakatoshi’s spike.

so when you called him in the middle of his school day, barely breathing and said that you might lose both scholarship, and a place at shiratorizawa, because of how terrible you were with your studies (mostly ‘cause of your focus on skating), he knew there wasn’t a single scenario in the world, where he wouldn’t help you.

not only, because he was already so whipped for you, but also because you deserved everything that would help you out in pursuing your dreams and career. you’ve already made so many sacrifices that you couldn’t just leave in the middle, and tsukishima wasn’t the person, who would stand in the way of your happiness.

“i’m not your boyfriend for nothing, right? i’ll help you.” he replied, cutting you off as you panicked, imagining every possible scenario in your head. “i’ll make sure no one will take the scholarship from you, try to breathe, okay?”

Every time he had tutored you, you weren’t able to focus. your eyes would always wander around his face, flustering the shit out of your boyfriend at the same time. keeping your focus off him seemed like a crime, and you weren’t a criminal.

however, this time was supposed to be different, your career was on stake, and tsukishima wasn’t the one who would let you let it down, you weren’t the one as well. ever since the day, when dad took you and oikawa skating, you knew it was your thing, so tossing aside classes and homework to stay a minute longer on the ice-rink wasn’t the worst thing.

when the clock hit 8 in the evening, and your entire body gave up on another jumps, you finally took off skates with an additional help of your boyfriend, who untied them. his hand hung loosely around your shoulders as you walked towards your dad’s car.

“hello, mr. oikawa.” tsukishima greeted your father, opening the door for you. “would you mind if i stay overnight? y/n-san needs a little help with her studies.” he asked politely, a smile rosed on your dad’s face as he nodded.

“thank you.” you let out, exhausted. your head resting on his shoulder with the accompaniment of dim outside, and hushed music from the radio. you got to your house half an hour later, and in the meantime you decided that your boyfriend would stay for the whole weekend since the upcoming exams of yours were supposed to happen on monday.

you sat on your bed, starting off with maths, which surprisingly seemed to be the easiest for you, books surrounding you two as you groaned, falling onto the mattress. “we wouldn’t have to be here if you actually took care of your grades, remember?” he looked at you, eyebrows knitted together.

“i can’t do this.” you whined, hands on top of your faces, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. it took you ten seconds to get over the little breakdown. “give me another exercise.” you stayed up till two, with a little break for something to eat.

as a reward, you finally got to kiss him as he refused to let you for almost all day, pulling back whenever you leaned to give him a smooch. his hands cupped your, bruised from falling, hips, pulling you as close as he only could. his soft lips moved against his, and you sigh, making him smile, because it feels too good to be kissing him after such a tiring experience.

his hands fell lower on your bare thighs, caressing small circles on your skin. your fingers ruffling through his hair, pulling on them sometimes. the kiss would probably last waaaaay longer, if it wasn’t for tōru, who barged into your room.

“fuck, can’t you two behave?” your brother rolled your eyes at you, grabbing something from your desk, not even sparing you a glare (thank god). “hands off her, i already have a nephew, and don’t need another one.” he remarked, cocking his head to the side. “oh, fumiko will drop off takeru tomorrow.”

“can’t you knock?” you replied, frowning as you watched him, leaning on the door frame. “what? i have to study, i can’t fail the exams or i will lose my place at school.”

“excuse me, what?”

“we have it under control, can you go now, please?” you pleaded, cheeks burning hot, after his comment on making a nephew. when he finally left (after another five minutes of teasing you, of course), you yawned, and focused yourself on the blonde boy next to you.

he swiftly switched off the light, laid down, and waited for you to cling to his side before drifting to sleep way too fast, as you always did. “night, love you.” you whispered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

the next two days were exactly the same as the friday evening. tōru took over your shift, as you called it, with takeru, so you and tsukishima could spend more time studying japanese literature and english. when the time of his visit at your house, came to the end, you were a mess, stressing out that the weekend wasn’t enough, and you needed more time to learn something more.

“you’ll do great, okay? i know that.” his fingers held your chin, making you look at him. “you don’t need to worry about it, call me as soon as you know the results, okay?” you nodded, letting him kiss you for the last time, before you bid goodbyes.

he was in the middle of the morning practice, when yachi called for him, his phone in her hand and an incoming call showed on the screen. he excused himself to pick up, and the first thing he heard was-

“I PASSED MATHS!” you shouted through the speaker, your tone so happy that he smiled involuntarily. “but i gotta go, four exams left, call you later, love you.” and before he even got to say i love you back, you hung up the phone.

“what was that, tsukishima-san?” sugawara asked, when the boy stepped into the gymnasium again. “something happened?” he inquired kindly, a worried expression on his face.

“no, no. my girlfriend passed an exam she studied hard for.” he shrugged, not noticing the reactions of his teammates upon hearing the word girlfriend. “shiratorizawa have exams mid-year?” yamaguchi, who seemed to be the only one that knew about kei’s relationship, frowned.

“it’s for the scholarships or something, school wanted to take the scholarship from her since she has shitty grades.” it was one of the first times others witnessed that kind of openness from him, but he could never shut up when it came to talking about you.

“your girlfriend’s a scholarship at shiratorizawa?” kageyama asked, his eyebrows knitted together as he tried to process the information he just received. “oikawa-san’s your girlfriend?”

“the ice-skater?” someone uttered. “the great king has a sister, and she’s your girlfriend? that’s so cool!” hinata exclaimed out of sudden. “you should invite her here sometimes.” someone chimed in.

“she barely has any time, she has a competition soon, so she rarely leaves the ice rink.” he spoke out, before daichi cut off the conversation, before they got back to the practice.

when you finally left the classroom after the last exam, you were on cloud nine, making your way towards the train stop to get to karasuno as soon as possible. you were too ecstatic about passing that you could have a day off training to surprise your boyfriend.

it was already afternoon, when you arrived at the location. the volleyball club was having another practice, so you headed to the gym, the direction showed by one of the students. you peaked your head out through the door, and grinned at tsukishima when he noticed you.

“i aced japanese lit!” you exclaimed quietly, feeling the eyes of his teammates on your back. “so i thought you’d maybe like to go eat something tasty with me after the practice?” you beamed.

“what if you went with me and the guys somewhere? then you could stay overnight, akiteru goes to sendai tomorrow morning, he can drop you off.” he suggested, tugging a stray of your hair behind your ear. you nodded, happily.

“sooo, we’re on the stage where i meet your friends?” you chuckled as he rolled his eyes.

“sure we are.”

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bokutosmochi · 2 years

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WHEN SOMEONE CAN'T TAKE "NO" FOR AN ANSWER...

what's it? general

allergen warning/s? very brief mention of.. someone not being able to take "no" for an answer

sugar level? 0.1k

names for the orders? oikawa toru, semi eita, kuroo tetsuro, ushijima wakatoshi, iwaizumi hajime, kageyama tobio

regulars? @hanayanetwork

they pretend to be your boyfriend, throwing a protective arm around your shoulder and a glare towards the man who has been trying to get you to go out with him for the past ten minutes. they already said no, dumbass.

oikawa, SEMI, kuroo

they confront the person, ignoring your tugs on their arm that doesn't even make them budge a single inch. instead, they continue glaring down at the man, making him slowly back away at their intimidating figure. you better learn what no means before something bad happens to you.

USHIJIMA, iwaizumi, kageyama

i get: reblog

you get: jelly-ace

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yanderecrazysie · 4 months

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Change Part 2 (Yandere Oikawa)

Requested on my Quotev and Wattpad.

Title: Change (Part 2)

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, forced touching/affection

Summary: After returning to the way you’d always been, Oikawa’s become nothing short of a nightmare.

Part 1: here

Part 2: here

change

/verb/

make (someone or something) different; alter or modify:

It had been only a month since you went back to looking the way you’d always been, sacrificing your makeover to get your happiness back.

Oikawa made it feel like a lifetime.

He hadn’t accepted your rejection, despite your pleas for him to leave you alone. He had at least abandoned his obsession with being the perfect couple to outsiders, but he had replaced that with a new obsession entirely. One focused completely on you.

Oikawa’s friends didn’t see the appeal in the old you, with your messy hair, glasses, and casual clothing. You could hear the whispers in the hallways about the most popular guy in school dating you of all people.

More than being a blow to your confidence, it made you feel depressed. People made comments about how lucky you were to be with a guy like him. No one seemed to understand the torture he was putting you through every day, simply because you weren’t popular.

Oikawa had become possessive, wrapping an arm around your waist or around your shoulder whenever you were nearby. He sent glares to other guys as though any of them might be interested in you.

It was strange that he hadn’t done such a thing when you were “pretty”. After your makeover, you had tons of guys lining up for you, jealous of Oikawa. But now that you were your mousy self again, he was suddenly obsessed with the idea that someone might try to take you away from him.

He forced affection on you all the time. Whether it was a lingering kiss to your lips or cheek, a crushing hug, or a teasing hand sliding up your thigh, it seemed he always had to be touching you.

A small part of you reminded you that you had always longed for his attention like this. You had had a crush on him for so long you could barely remember a time when you didn’t. Wasn’t this what you wanted? To be accepted as you were by Oikawa Tooru? Weren’t you lucky, like everyone said?

The larger part of you was hesitant- afraid. It was as if he didn’t hear you whenever you resisted or told him “no”. You had lost most of your affection for him when you saw how he only cared about appearances, but even more affection was lost when he refused to accept the break up.

Even now, as he laughed with his friends over some joke, his arm an iron chain around your waist, you were afraid of Oikawa. You curled into yourself, trying to squeeze out of his grasp, but to no avail. He barely paid you any mind, simply pulling you closer until your hips were touching.

You placed your trembling hands onto the lunch table in front of you, feeling the cool wood under your sweaty palms. How could you convince him to stop, when your pleas always fell on deaf ears?

You felt like Oikawa’s pet. Like a mute, helpless animal for him to play with. One that he loved to take on walks and show off to the rest of the world. You felt less than human around him.

“I still don’t get why you go out with her,” one of Oikawa’s friends, a blond girl with a large, loud mouth, complained, “I mean, I’m single and down for anything, you know.”

The girl reached out a hand, fingers lightly ghosting over Oikawa’s free hand. The boy retracted his arm from her grasp, a dark cloud passing over his features. “Don’t you dare insult my precious girlfriend. She’s perfect for me. I want no one but her.”

His face relaxed as he turned his eyes on you, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he brushed some messy strands of hair away from your thick glasses. “She’s perfect,” he repeated, his eyes shining brightly just at the sight of you.

You hated when he touched you in front of his friends like that. You hated how he acted so affectionate and loving when you clearly wanted nothing to do with you.

“What do you see in her?” The girl demanded, pounding her fist on the table like a toddler about to throw a tantrum.

Oikawa turned his gaze back to her, his eyes darkening with anger, no longer wearing that gentle expression. “I advise you to shut your damn mouth.”

The girl gulped a little, shrinking back in her seat, “Fine, fine, whatever you say.” You couldn’t blame her, Oikawa was terrifying when he got angry.

He turned back to you, all sunshine and rainbows once more, “Are you coming to my volleyball practice after class?”

“No,” you said stubbornly, like you always did.

Oikawa laughed and booped your nose with his finger, “My sweetheart likes to joke.”

You were used to this song and dance. It would lead to him confronting you after class and dragging you to his practice, where you’d sit on the bench and blankly watch him and his teammates play volleyball. Just like every day.

Nothing you said mattered, Oikawa would get his way.

If only you were strong enough to fight back

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere haikyuu #yandere one shot #haikyuu!!#one shot #yandere oikawa #oikawa tooru

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