#oikawa tooru drabble

[earthtooz]

will he still love you when you’re not young and beautiful?

oikawa tooru is a star.

he's the brightest one in the night sky, constantly having people looking at him, pointing at him in awe, telling their friends about his radiance, and how it twinkles so. oikawa tooru is a star, the centre of everyone's attention.

and you don't know why he chose you as a companion- not to be said in a degrading way; you knew your worth. you knew all the good things about you, all the gorgeous parts and all the bad parts- so did oikawa, but that never seemed to deter him.

why?

he's still one of the most desired men you know to this day and in his profession, where he has been globally recognised as one of the best volleyball player, the attention has only increased tenfold. #oikawatok trended for a little during and after the olympics.

and you were currently in the prime of your life. will he still love you when you're not?

"hey tooru," you greet when you appear in the kitchen, where he sits reading a tabloid of his latest game. you notice the lingering smile on his face, clearly showing that he was hyper-fixating on the compliments of his skill.

what an ass.

he extends his arm to you as you approach, wrapping it around you and pulling you closer when you're in arms length. pressing a kiss on your forehead, he asks, "hello, my love."

“will you still love me when i’m no longer young and beautiful?”

oikawa looks at you incredulously, so much so that his brown tufts of hair bounce with his movement, "is this a trick question?" you arch a brow, "being young and beautiful are mutually exclusive, i'm-"

"wow babe, had no idea you knew how to use 'mutually exclusive' in a sentence."

"shut up! we literally graduated together and i hung out with makki! learnt all my big words from him," oikawa tells you with a small 'hmph' and you laugh, urging him to continue his previous statement.

"anyways, i'm still going to love you no matter what, but you're always going to be beautiful no matter the age! i'm still gonna find you smoking hot when we're older."

you smile a stupid little smile, and wrap your arms around his built torso, "when we're older, huh?"

"i mean, that's the plan isn't it?"

"aww, you wanna spend the rest of your life with me?"

he flushes and you giggle even more at that. you haven't particularly discussed any long-term plans for your relationship, deciding to go where the wind takes you, but you were thankful that oikawa felt the same way you did.

but he doesn't know you feel that way yet, so a pout graces his perfect features, “are you trying to tell me you don’t want to grow old with me?”

“what? tooru, no-"

“-because if you don’t then i’ll start crying and begging on my knees for you to change your mind.”

he looks like he’s about to cry.

you laugh a watery laugh, oh how his mind works.

"tooru, i want to grow old with you too," cradling his face in both your hands, he grins.

"okay, good," he simply mutters, too concentrated on admiring your features in the position you currently held him, "because i think i would have lost a few years off my lifespan if you didn't."

"i'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you like that."

"it's okay, so long as i'll always have you."

his eyes glimmer as they gaze upon you and he softens a little. if you were only a little more observant, you'd realise how this was the way oikawa always looked at you.

he may be one of the most desired men you know, but it seems like he only wants you in return. oikawa no longer eats up the attention of fangirls that praise and squeal and his feet, instead, he looks towards you for approval, eyes hopeful and longing for you.

oikawa tooru is a star, but the only reason he's shining as brightly as he tries is because of you.

#ooc probably idk how to write for him #i don't know how to write full stop #UNEDITED i don't have time :p #haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa blurb #hq x reader #oikawa drabble #oikawa x you #oikawa tooru x you #oikawa tooru fluff #oikawa tooru drabble #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabble #haikyuu x you

[kurosukii]

𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐚

a/n : surprise 👁👁 i just had to because when this song was released, this idea was all i could think of 😩 (dw this o&e oikawa au has a happy ending i'm just too lazy to write it HHHH) um yeah pls accept this offer of my return-ish here 🫶

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — angst (shocking i know 👀), loss of virginity, pregnancy (not super explicit and detailed but still not meant for below eighteen). 519 words. (really just testing if i still got it tbh)

oceans and engines was made for you and oikawa tooru as he was about to leave you and everything behind for argentina.

it was the song that was playing in the background, where it was just the two of you and no one else mattered—pretty big feat for sendai international airport that carries the weight of thousands of footsteps on the daily.

two things were very blurry that day—both yours and oikawa’s eyes that were caused by the tears and the whole ordeal of walking him to the entrance of the departure area, him leaving you with one last salty kiss as he walked away from you and what you had, his back ramrod straight as he dragged his feet through the doors.

you could feel him returning everything to you in that kiss. all the memories, pain, laughter, kisses—his love.

your last night together was as cliché as it can get to any two eighteen year olds who have to end their relationship—not because they want to but because distance and uncertainty required you to.

memories of his lips tracing over every inch of your skin, deft fingers holding you as if you were the one leaving him for a country across the globe, leaving him for a future he wasn’t—isn’t a part of.

it was bittersweet, in all honesty. the sharing of two bodies, all entangled in between the sheets as you held on to his shoulders, pulling him towards you, for him to melt into your body so he wouldn’t leave, leave you and everything that was ever familiar—safe—to him.

but you’re brought back to reality when he thrusts one last time, his groan lost to your lips as his hands squeeze yours so hard that you whimper both from the pain and pleasure, legs squeezing his lithe waist as you orgasm around him.

the tears cascading down your cheeks are hot, as hot as his cum that’s filling you up. but the thrilling sensation of being careless isn’t enough to deter you both from knowing that this is the first and last time that you’ll be doing this—basking in each other’s love and pain and wonder.

not when he reluctantly pulls away, not when he cleans and wipes you down, not when he’s kissing your thighs and belly with a gentleness that’s only meant for you, and certainly not when you see his silhouette disappear amongst the throng of nameless people.

you’re only deterred by what you and oikawa have done when the answer is given to you in two weeks, in the form of two glaring red lines, and the sense of dread as the sky practically falls over your head and entire being as you slowly sit yourself to the floor, the feeling of the cold bathroom tiles being the only thing piercing through the numbness coursing through your body.

when both of you said that you’ll always be a part of each other, you didn’t think that fate would play her sick and twisted game—weaving yours and oikawa’s threads so tight and coiled that the end is the same as the beginning.

#oikawa angst #oikawa tooru angst #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru drabble #oikawa x you #oikawa tooru x you #oikawa drabble #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu x reader #cant put smut bc it's not grr #[ 🁤 ] – drabbles #[ ❃ ] – aoba johsai

[daddy-kawa]

Iwaoi Drabble #1

Soooo I have been trying to get back into writing lately and figured I would take a crack at some Iwaoi content, hoping that would get me back in the game. This one is just a short and sweet (albeit angsty) little drabble I came up with last night. Hoping you guys enjoy and here's to more Iwaoi content coming soon :)

If someone were to ask him what love was, Oikawa would say that he didn’t know. That he’d never actually experienced it, so he couldn’t say. He would say that he was the type of person that others fall in love with, not the other way around. He would say that he didn’t believe in love. That love was overrated and that volleyball was the only thing he needed. He would say all of this with an airy laugh and an infuriating smirk on his face.

He would say all of this while knowing he was a liar. Because he knew exactly what love was and what came with it.

Love was late summer nights, spent sitting on hill watching the stars together. Love was running around with butterfly nets, knees caked with dirt, trying to catch any and all bugs they could find. Love was a soft hand on his throbbing knee and a kind voice asking him how much it hurt. Love was a tearful hug goodbye at the Miyagi airport, suitcases laying at his feet as he cried into a strong shoulder.

Love was Iwaizumi Hajime and everything that came with him, including the heartbreak of knowing his best friend would never love him back.

#iwaoi #iwaoi drabble #oikawa toru #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru drabble #iwaizumi hajime drabble #iwaoi angst #iwaoi fanfic #iwaoi fic #taylor attempts to write #haikyuu!! #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fics #oiiwa #haikyuu angst

[tvhsleb3ww]

HUSBAND OIKAWA HCS OMAGHAUSHSHD

husb!oikawa who helps you do the taxes and puts his glasses on and brings a calculator only for him to get bored after 20 minutes and whines when you don't give him attention

husb!oikawa who is your plus one to any events your office is doing and your female coworkers gawking over him only for him to show off his ring before wrapping an arm around your waist, swiftly saying "i'm taken, ladies" with a smug smirk

husb!oikawa who panics and screams whenever he thinks he lost his wedding ring bc he can't wear it in games!

husb!oikawa who ties the ring to a necklace so he can wear it during games, he'll also give the ring a kiss before any serve

husb!oikawa who watches horror movies w you, expecting for you to hide your face in his chest from the jumpscares and he can act all tough and cool by protecting you from said jumpscares— only for him to be the one hiding in the crook of your neck when watching them

husb!oikawa who picks you up from the bar that you and your coworkers went to bc he doesn't trust anyone on returning you home when you're drunk as a sailor

husb!oikawa who makes hangover seaweed soup along with some hot chocolate when you wake up all lightheaded bc of the drinks you had and nags you for drinking too much

husb!oikawa who will reserve you a VIP seat for his games and will shamelessly kiss you in front of the whole crowd, he could also shamelessly make out w you too but that would earn him a smack

husb!oikawa who gets upset when you can't go with him to his overseas games because of your work, muttering a "you can be a housewife instead, yknow!! I'll be the source of income!!" which he got smacked for because you didn't work your ass for a degree just to be a housewife

husb!oikawa who'd act all tough and nonchalant when both of you have a fight and he's lying on the couch with crossed arms but in reality he's thinking about the fight and he hates getting into arguements with you

husb!oikawa who will beg you to listen to his explanation bc he doesn't wanna go to sleep with you being mad at him

husb!oikawa who just grins and wiggles his eyebrows at you whenever your parents start asking for grandchildren when you both come over to visit

husb!oikawa who will not show up to work if you're sick and will take care of you

husb!oikawa who whines when his mother and his older sister treats you like their own family to the point they forget about him (he's actually happy that the important women in his life get along)

husb!oikawa who has an ID photo of you in his wallet and has a polaroid of both of you on your wedding day in his clear phone case

husb!oikawa who comments on ALL your instagram posts and shares it on his story. he will also reply to every men in the comments section that dares to flirt with you

husb!oikawa who always has a hand on one of your boobs when he's sleeping because he says it's comfy! (he just wants to feel something soft)

husb!oikawa who spoils you rotten and sends bouquets to your office on a weekly basis

THATS ALL FOR NOW KEKE

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[utahimeow]

ok for your kink game, tooru + “just the tip”….

cw — nsfw content minors dni. f!reader, smut, established relationship, super fluffy

“please, let me put it in?” tooru’s face is nestled into your neck as he whines. he nibbles at your neck–a fiend, his arms wrapped tight around your waist to keep you flush against his body as the sun rises outside.

“tooru, i have to be up–” you glance at the clock on your bedside table. “–five minutes ago. i can’t be late for work again.”

“just the tip? please? need to feel you,” he sighs, teasing his erection against your ass, whimpering pathetically when cloth gets in the way.

you curse the way he has you clenching around nothing, no doubt dripping from the way he grinds his bulge against you. “…fine. just the tip.”

it’s not uncommon for your pretty boyfriend to cause your morals to vanish. unfortunately for you, his silky voice and sparkly brown eyes and soft pink lips are just too hard to resist. but also you’d be stupid to deny him, with his sculpted body and his muscled arms and–well, his perfect dick.

tooru tugs his pajama pants down his legs, pumping his leaking cock as he pulls your panties aside, always grateful for your choice to wear no more than an oversized shirt and underwear to bed. he dips a finger into your hole, grinning when your wet walls clamp around him instantly.

“tooru…” you breathe, but it’s more of a moan than the warning you were trying to give.

“still need to get you ready, angel,” he coos, pressing soft kisses to your neck that have your heavy eyes fluttering shut.

when he’s satisfied with his prepping you, he shifts forward, dragging the head of his cock through your sopping folds, eliciting a whimpered plea from you. he grins like the asshole he is, but he’s reminded that he’s just as needy as you are when you grind your hips back against him. his tip catches your entrance and it’s enough to make him moan.

“c’mon tooru… quit teasing,” you say, still in a battle between sleep and consciousness.

he slides in–just his tip–and both of you sigh in unison from the somewhat relief. he drags it in and out, in and out, slow and steady, hardly enough to get either of you off.

there are times where you would appreciate this. the contact, the intimacy, the warmth of your boyfriend connected with you. right now though, you need release.

“more, tooru, need more,” you beg, your hand reaching back until it lands in his curls, all messy and askew.

“yeah?” he mumbles into your shoulder, grinding his hips a little harder. you think he’s probably about halfway in now, but the feeling of his fingers drifting beneath your shirt and landing on your soft nipples melts away your urge to argue.

each of his thrusts feeds the growing flame in your stomach, making your limbs go lax as you turn pliant for him. he peppers kisses over your neck, your jaw, your temple, desperate to be even closer to you, to melt into you.

before long, he’s burying himself to the hilt with each stroke, but you’re too close to care. and when his fingers reach between your soft thighs to play with your clit, you cry and gasp, clinging to his arm as he fucks you through your orgasm. he follows not long after, filling you up with warm ropes of cum and tiny gasps in your ear.

you should have known this was tooru’s plan all along, really, but it was over the moment you realised you were already late and did nothing about it. needless to say, you called in sick to work that day.

#oikawa smut #oikawa tooru smut #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru imagine #oikawa imagine #oikawa tooru fanfic #hq smut #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #hq drabble #haikyuu x reader #꒰ love letters. ꒱ #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — oikawa

[atsumulogy]

WHEN YOUR CO-WORKER CALLS HIMSELF YOUR “WORK HUSBAND”

synopsis: how he reacts to your co-worker calling himself your “work husband”

featuring: miya atsumu, oikawa tooru, & iwaizumi hajime. fem!reader.

content warning(s): jealousy, possessive boys, weird co-worker, suggestive at iwa’s part 😵 sorry my hands slipped lmao. also grammar mistakes … have mercy i wrote this kinda half asleep + use of wife

naia’s footnote: yk that work wife thing? yeah, that but with a twist with the hq men 🤭 jealous scenarios are my guilty pleasure LOL i wrote this when i was supposed to be doing smth actually productive 😓‼️also i got carried away w atsumu’s haha

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! rb’s & likes are appreciated

#01 — WHEN COMING AS YOUR PLUS ONE IN YOUR OFFICE’S FANCY EVENT, MIYA ATSUMU didn’t want to admit it but he kind of expected to be fawned over by your female colleagues — not that he wanted them to! It’s just … expected, seeing how absolutely hot your husband is (the expensive suit and tie and all). What he did not expect was being introduced to your … what was it? Ahh, yes, “work husband”.

The absolute audacity and sheer nerve of this bastard to call himself that in front of him, the actual husband on the documents and in your heart.

Work husband. He scoffs silently, face scrunching up in irritation, poking his cheeks with his tongue instead of making a fuss in this exclusive event where lots of important people are present. As much as he cares for obliterating this man in front of him, he cares more about you and didn’t want to cause you any issues with your workplace.

(Though, if this ugly scrub touches your arm again and joke about Atsumu being the side chick, he wasn’t so sure that he wouldn’t cause a scene.)

Besides, the 24 karat gold necklace hanging around your neck with his initials attached to the chains and the elegant ring on your finger makes it painfully clear that your self-proclaimed work husband has no chance against the Miya Atsumu.

BONUS:

Atsumu may have acted mature about the situation while in the event, but behind closed doors he was whining and grumbling about that annoyin’ scrub.

“— like I still can’t believe he had the guts to say that in front of me!” He scoffs, face scrunching up again, his mouth forming a scowl. “Work husband… tsk, i’m yer only husband! hell, i’ll be yer work husband, house husband, and every other fuckin’ husband title there is!”

Instead of informing your husband that it doesn’t work like that, you nod to every word he said every time he looks at your eyes to back him up on his rant.

“Yes baby, I know. Now why don’t we get you a trophy with all those husband titles, hm?” You jokingly offered, patting his fluffy blonde hair.

Next week a package arrived carrying a shiny gold trophy with the words “Miya Y/n’s only house husband, work husband, and everything else in between” customized on the front <3

#02 — OIKAWA TOORU SCOFFED AFTER SOME IRRELEVANT, MEDIOCRE, UGLY MAN introduced himself as your “work husband”, somewhat offended because someone dared crown themselves a self-proclaimed title as your work husband — like that bastard is even worthy enough to be breathing the same air as you!

He recognizes this man to be the man you ranted to him about that was inappropriately acting like he’s close with you and many other women of your office.

Wanting to do you and the other women of your office a favor, he decided to humble him.

“Last time I checked, there was no side piece. And if there were to be a side piece — which will never happen by the way! — my wife would pick someone better looking than you. As you can see she has great taste, since she married me and only me. But you should know that by now, hm? Our wedding was even on the news!” showing the ring on his finger, wiggling it even to show emphasis, his tone and his (threatening) smile was friendly, but you all know that it was anything but that.

Oikawa Tooru is an intimidating opponent, both in and out of the court.

#03 — NEVER IN HIS 25 YEARS OF LIVING HAS IWAIZUMI HAJIME met a more annoying and repulsive person such as the man in front of him that cockily and casually called himself as your “work husband”.

You felt his beefy arms tighten around your waist, he leans in to you closely, his hot breath heating up your ears as he asked you with low voice, however still (purposely) loud enough for the guy in front of you two to hear. “Baby, do you even know him?”

You nodded, “He’s just some guy in the finance department who’s really weird, Hajime. I don’t even remember his name. Sato? Aoki?”

The man before you deflated, his cocky stance nowhere to be seen as he scoffs defensively, “It’s Nakamura —”

“— Yeah, sure, well my wife and I have somewhere else to be now. So goodbye Ishikawa-san.” He purposely used a different name — politely even, to mock him and push his buttons.

“It’s Nakamu —”

“Bye Sato-kun!” You played along with your husband’s petty antics, waving him off before locking your arms around Hajime’s before snuggling close to him as you two walked away. The both of you bursting out laughing once you guys think the guy was far away enough to not hear you two.

“Have you seen his face! He deserved that humbling experience!” You snorted, Hajime rolling his eyes as he remembers the guy.

“Okay but who even is he really? Is he always so flirtatious with you? What even is a work husband? Last time I checked, I’m the one who gave you that new last name of yours.” He grumbled, irritated at the thought of that bastard flirting with you at work when your husband wasn’t there.

“Aw, babe, you know that you’re the only one for me.” you patted his cheeks affectionately, smiling at him while giggling.

He does. He knows it, a bit too well at times. So he sighs and he lets it go. Because he knows that at the end of the day, he’s the one you come home to, he’s the one you cling onto while watching your favorite shows, he’s the one that rests his free hand on your thighs whenever you two go for a drive.

And tonight, he’s the one that will lay you down on the bed and touch you, talk to you, and feel you in ways that only he can do.

© ATSUMULOGY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ANY FORM OF PLAGIARISM OF ANY OF MY CONTENT WILL NOT BE TOLERATED.

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[jello-chennie]

✧ tough guy iwaizumi hajime who ends up falling for his best friend’s cute little sister

✧ genre/tw fluff ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ (nsfw at the end ⚠︎)

✧ word count 857

all three of you grow up together, with you being two years younger than tooru. oikawa is always doting on you, treating you like a doll. despite the very little age gap, no matter how old you get, he’s always referring to you as his baby sister. oikawa spoils you rotten. one look from those big brown eyes you both share, but look a lot cuter on you for some reason, and oikawa can’t help but to give you whatever you ask for.

in the beginning, iwaizumi is almost like your other, more responsible big brother when things go wrong. you’re always trying to tag along with your older brother and his friend, which is a recipe for disaster sometimes.

when you inevitably take a spill, and bump your knees, tooru is rolling on the ground, shouting out against the heavens for forsaking you. how could the higher powers let you just fall to the ground like that?? but iwaizumi is is silently wiping off the pebbles from your knee with his little hands, blowing cool air to help assuage your pain. without a word, he carries you back home.

eventually you learn to stop tagging along so much. you can only handle so much pain and embarrassment. other than those moments, iwaizumi and you never really spend that much time together. for the rest of your childhood, you’re more acquaintances than anything else.

but at some point, after oikawa desperately begs you to join the boys volleyball team as it’s manager (“its the only time we’ll be together in high school, you wouldn’t ruthlessly deny your precious and loving and dashing and charming big brother this chance, would you???”), iwaizumi begins to notice you again. but this time, you’re a lot more grown up than you were before. seems like good looks run in the family.

but he’s not the only one that notices. in the same sense that oikawa seems to have the student body under his spell, it seems you do as well, and without even trying.

you’ve had a sheltered childhood that you mostly spent in doors, so you’re shyer than most people. and your brother enables you with his doting behaviour.

iwaizumi finds himself frequently getting jealous at the basket of love letters and confectionery that you have to empty out of your locker and lug home every night. iwaizumi finds that his hands begin to ache after a while bc he clenches them so hard whenever he sees another person confessing to you. and he waits with baited breath to see their disappointed faces as they walk away—an indication that you turned them down again in the way that you always shyly do; an indication that he might still have a chance, yet.

in an effort to put the moves on you, iwaizumi is constantly performing little acts of service for you. he goes out with you to the fountains to refill the water bottles so that you have some company, and so that you won’t have to carry anything heavy—that should be his job, after all. in the most cliche move ever, when an errant ball goes flying right in your direction, iwaizumi coolly catches it with one hand before it can bounce off of your head, making sure to ask you if you’re okay after. he stays behind to help you sweep the floors after practice, striking up a conversation with you. when oikawa stays behind to practice his spikes, iwaizumi walks alone with you home, making sure to keep you away from the side of the sidewalk that’s closest to the road. iwa also makes sure to put your back against the wall of the train while standing in front of you, keeping you safe from any wandering hands.

eventually, he even starts buying your favourite milk drink from the vending machine, and brings it to you while he visits your classroom, the place where you normally eat your lunch. he sits, and eats with you (to which oikawa complains vehemently bc “why would you just sit in a different spot than we normally do without telling me?? you left me all alone!!")

iwaizumi’s actions don’t go unnoticed. you start to fall for it.

when you two eventually start to date, oikawa is whining and complaining that you two are both stealing each other away from him (there’s also relentless teasing on oikawa’s end bc “iwa-chan, isn’t funny that you fell in love with someone that looks just like me?? are you secretly gay and actually just in love with me :3 ??”)

but what’s really the kick in the back for oikawa is the moment he runs up to his precious little sister’s room to check and see what she wants for dinner. but upon opening the door, he finds both his best friend (who, of which, he didn’t even know was over their place at the moment) on top of his “adorable baby sister who can do absolutely no wrong”; the two of them are naked from the waist down, in the throes of passion.

he falls to his knees, asking god to strike him dead, right then and there.

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[teddybeartoji]

suggestive; gn!reader

thinking about helping oikawa stretch after practice.

he's all sweaty and musty and he's clinging to you, asking – no, absolutely begging you with his pretty brown eyes, for you to help him. and obviously you can't say no to him, so that's how you find yourself in this position – he's on his back, scruntching his eyebrows as you press his knees up to his chest. his flexible body begs for you to angle your own hips against his in order to properly give him the stretch he needs. his cheeks are tinted pink and his bottom lip is caught in between his teeth and it's really hard to not get any ideas. it's wrong – you know it is! this is your good friend and you're just helping him and there's nothing weird about this position and—

a loud moan rips from his lips and your eyes almost fall out of your head as warmth creeps up your neck. he doesn't even say anything about it, he just grabs onto your wrists to make sure you don't pull away.

"d-don't!" you stammer when a quieter but no less lewd noise escapes him. you feel your hands get clammy as your fingers sink into his calves.

oikawa cracks his one eye open to ask what the problem is. he doesn't see what's wrong in the slightest. his brown hair is splayed on the floor like a masterpiece with some of the strands sticking to his forehead and nobody should be allowed to look this good after a rough practice.

"don't make those sounds..." you whisper as you lean more into him when you feel the resistance in his body falter.

"wha– ahh...t sounds?" his eyes shut again and he sucks in a breath, puffing out his reddened cheeks. his knees fall more to his sides, opening up the space between them and you move closer on instinct.

"tho- those ones, idiot! you're making it weird!"

your hips are now completely flush against his and he lets out another pained whine. taking one of your hands from his calf, you place it on top of his mouth instead and his eyes shoot open in an instant.

he didn't even think about this position like that, genuinely oblivious to the suggestiveness of it. the stretch in the backs of his thighs feels good but you on top of him feels even better. your body feels warm against his and his eyes flick down to where you're connected. at that you try to pull away, afraid that now you've made it weird but he stops you.

"c'mon.. don't go." his hands wrap around your biceps as his eyes burn into your avoidant ones. "you have to help me with the next one too."

blinking down at him, you gulp, unable to refuse him. oikawa twists under you, barely taking his eyes off of you as he straightens out his one leg and folds the other up and to the side.

this position is no less suggestive than the last one – it still requires you to press up right against him to help him out. his fingers grasp at your sleeve to break you from your haze and you shuffle closer again.

bodies glued together, your hands dig into his thigh as you try to not focus on your friends face. nor the proximity. from behind you, you hear a row of snickers – without turning around, you know his teammates are making fun of you for falling into their captains alleged trap.

"see, this isn't so bad..." oikawa's soft flesh is back between his teeth as he forces his body to relax under you. you quietly glare at him, just hoping he won't say or do anything weird anything, hoping that he'll let you just leave and breathe for a moment—

"h-harder."

...

you press your eyes shut as your body threatens to overheat. putting almost all of your bodyweight onto his, you watch his eyes roll back inside his skull and you hold back a flustered groan. why is he like this?

slowly peeking from underneath your eyelashes, his scrunched up face almost kills you and it's hard to keep your thoughts at bay – they just come flooding in and you feel like a terrible friend. he's like this with everyone, so why are you even thinking about it? you are the one who's making it weird and you should stop.

"hey! no more fooling around! we gotta lock up, so move your asses!" iwaizumi breaks your pervy little bubble and you find oikawa staring right back at you. his cheeks are still pink even though the practice ended a good while ago. he gives you one of his big bright smiles as he moves his leg from his body to your other side, leaving you kneeling right between his thighs.

"thanks for that!" his voice betrays nothing about what he really feels in this moment, about what he feels in his lower abdomen. he pushes himself up and before he goes to leave for the changing room, he looks down at you and boops your nose with a laugh.

you stay glued to your spot for a good moment, iwaizumi's loud voice being the thing to tear you from the floor. you stumble to grab the remaining bottles and towels from the floor and make for the exit, letting the man close up behind you.

you mutter a quiet goodbye to him and hurry off, telling him that you have some other stuff to attend to. he doesn't question it – he's fully aware of the effect oikawa can have on a person. and on their body.

+ inspired by this iwaoi art on twt!!!!! i thought it was so funny n cute so i had to write something for it!!!!

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[kisskawa]

— free will

“babe!” it’s closer to a shout than a whisper, no matter how oikawa tries to hush his voice, and it makes you turn away, face buried firmly in your pillow.

“no wait, come back,” oikawa’s arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back into his embrace. his other hand reaches over to tug at the end of the curtains and you groan unhappily at the disruption to your sleep.

you peak open an eye, lips pushed up in a pout and glance at the view of a cloud covered sun, streaks of pink and blue painting the sky as the world came to life. your frown deepens, staring expectantly at oikawa with bleary eyes.

you don’t get the explanation you want. instead, oikawa softens under your gaze, regardless of the less than happy look you’re shooting him. “good morning,” he grins, voice sticky with fondness and his hand moves to hold your cheek.

you hum in return, eyes fluttering closed once more under the warmth of oikawa’s touch.

“wait, baby, wake up,” oikawa shakes you gently, unrelenting on his hold, “i had something to ask.”

you palm at your eye slowly, murmuring a hazy “g’mornin’ ‘ru,” still a little dazed so early in the day. oikawa beams at the nickname, he knows you’re not a morning person.

“do you believe in soulmates?” the question is soft and sweet, spilling forth as a remnant of a horrifically tender dream.

you blink at him.

“y’know,” oikawa prompts, “people destined for each other?” because i think we are.

you don’t give him time to confess, single syllable of “no” cutting through the air, skewing the gentle atmosphere.

oikawa feels his heart stutter in his chest, next beat ever so slightly harder than the last. he’d never entertained the idea that your relationship was unbalanced. and yet, it makes his body freeze, arms suddenly tight around you, fear drawing you in, hoping you’d stay by his side.

you regain oikawa’s attention with a hand over his own, warmth of your cheek searing into his skin.

“i think we chose each other,” you explain, voice gentle and low, words only for tooru, “i always knew that you went to seijoh and you like volleyball, but i had to learn that you never drink enough water unless someone reminds you and that it took you all three years there to figure out the school layout. i also learnt that you can point out so many constellations at night because you really liked aliens as a kid. and that you put way too much sugar in your coffee. and all of that - every last bit - made me choose you.” you lean further into tooru’s hand, the meat of your cheek squishing up to your eye, “whether or not soulmates exist, i’d choose you in every lifetime.”

tooru feels his heart stutter in his chest, next beat ever so slightly lighter than the last. he’d never entertained the idea that your relationship was unbalanced, the very thought laughable as love fills the room around you, flowing through your veins. it makes his body relax, arms suddenly tight around you, only ever wanting you to be closer, closer, closer. because tooru chose you too, he always would.

#oikawa #haikyuu #oikawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #oikawa fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #oikawa scenarios #oikawa drabble #oikawa imagine #oikawa headcanons #oikawa hcs #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa toru #oikawa tohru #i havent had to do tags like this in sooo long girl help

[bokutizer]

dada's so pwetty!

Includes : Sakusa, Oikawa, Suna Summary : Just a few daughters being enchanted by their dadas' looks Tags : fem!reader, fluff, domestic bliss pt. 2

You don't know what it is about SAKUSA, but you're sure he must be able to use some kind of sorcery. Because while you usually spend hours of playing volleyball with your daughter in your garden in hopes of tiring her out, reading to her, preparing a glass of warm milk for her before bed- While you do all of that to get your little mouse to sleep, all Sakusa has to do is lie down with her. That's it. Not a single effort needed. You would have kept on hanging onto your sorcery theory if one day you had not been silently standing outside of your daughter's room, the door slightly ajar and allowing you to view her and your husband lying together in her bed.

Sakusa is quiet as he lets her play with the dark curls on his head, his arm loosely wrapped around her back and keeping her close to him. He watches the way the ends of his hair wrap around her chubby fingers, the sight of it probably having an entrancing effect on her by the way her eyes slowly start getting droopier. It's usually like this. And it only takes a few minutes until her hand falls limply beside her head, and soft quiet snores start leaving her mouth. This time, however, Sakusa's able to hear her mutter something under her breath before her eyes fall shut. "Dada's so pretty." It's thanks to the complete silence in the room that he's able to hear it. And as always, Sakusa carefully gets up from the bed, tucking the blanket to her chin, and placing a soft peck against her forehead. Though, he doesn't realise that this time his lips linger there a little longer than usual. No sorcery then. Just love.

Shrieks and giggles resonate through the house as OIKAWA chases after the barely three feet short creature with a Yoda mask. You smile and shake your head absentmindedly at the tramping noises they make while speeding from the upper floor down the stairs, and into the kitchen where you're currently making dinner. You hear your daughter calling out to you for help, and you immediately lower the temperature of the stove before you feel her wrap her arms around your leg, trying to hide behind you. Both, Oikawa and you, smile knowingly at each other before he approaches you and wraps an arm around your waist.

"I see one pretty girl, but I could be swearing we had two of those in this house." Five years and one child later, and he's still the same smooth-talker, you think. But his talking does its work, as per usual, when you feel the grip on your leg loosen. "I'm here!" your daughter yells and slips her mask over her head, letting it fall to the ground. She laughs at Oikawa's faux and dramatic astonishment as he swiftly picks her up and holds her up against his chest, tenderly brushing his nose against hers. Small hands grab ahold of his face, his cheeks cradled in her soft palms when she speaks with an endearingly serious expression. "But dada's also pwetty, right mama?" She turns around and looks at you as if waiting for you to approve her statement. And of course you do, especially once you notice some moisture gathering in Oikawa's joyfully sparkling eyes as you lean over to press one peck on a chubby cheek and the other on one that somehow looks rosier than usual. "Yeah, he is."

SUNA always wonders how they do it. These menaces. These bad influences. These hooligans- The Miya twins. He will never understand why their annoyingly stupid antics are so hilarious to his daughter. So hilarious that she even once claimed wanting to marry one of them when she gets older. (At least she was referring to 'Samu, he thinks.) But as he watches Atsumu hold his daughter's fox plushy that Kita had once gifted her for her third birthday, moving it back and forth while talking in that high pitched voice, he has to admit that the twins can be quite an attraction. His daughter obviously thinks the same as she attentively listens to what Mr. Foxy (the toy - or rather Atsumu?) has to tell her.

Yes, the Miya twins are all fun and games. But there is only so much of excitement and action that a four year old's body can take. And once the exhaustion sets in, triggering her cranky and moody side, the only one she wants to be with are either her mommy or daddy. Luckily, the onigri shop has quietened down, only a few customers left that are finishing their meals. "C'mere." Suna says softly when he notices his daughter's eyes glaze over with sleepiness and she starts rubbing them. He's quick to cradle her against his chest, completely dwarfing her, as his hands rub small circles along her back when she leans her head against his shoulder. "We're leaving soon, then we'll go sleep. That' sound good?" He feels her cheek brush against his shirt as she quietly nods, but before her daddy's light strokes along her back and hair lull her to sleep, she catches uncle 'Tsumu say something to uncle 'Samu while holding her plushy up. "Check this. Mr Foxy looks just like Sunarin." Hearing their snickers, Suna swears he's about to give them a child-friendly comeback until a frail, whispering voice catches him off-guard. "Nuh-uh. Dada's prettier than Mr. Foxy." He's just glad the twins didn't catch it, otherwise he wouldn't hear the end of it.

#me? baby fever? *scoffs* hell yeah. #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kyoomi x reader #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa fluff #sakusa drabble #hq sakusa #sakusa haikyuu #tooru oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa drabble #hq oikawa #haikyuu oikawa #suna rintarō #suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna fluff #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro #suna drabble #hq suna #haikyuu suna

[cottonlemonade]

Studying With Oikawa

_______________________

Your hands are laying entwined between you on the table.

As he scans the page for anything useful, your boyfriend begins to absentmindedly caress the back of your hand with his thumb, making you lose your place for the third time in a row.

Missing his right, he uses his teeth to uncap a marker and with great difficulties draws a scraggly line in his workbook.

“Would you maybe like your hand back?”, you ask, watching his struggles, amused.

He frowns theatrically and, tightening his previously loose grip, brings your fingers to his lips, then pulls you closer to him, so you’re locked in.

“Let go, you dork.”, you giggle.

“You know the price, y/n-chan.”, Oikawa says with his signature grin.

You give him a quick peck.

He lifts a brow.

You kiss him again, sweeter this time.

“Hm. Not quite.”

Another kiss, this one even longer.

“Almost there, I think.”

When you lean in now, he brushes the tip of his tongue against your lips.

“Very close.”, he mutters and deepens the kiss, cupping your cheek with the hand that’s still holding the marker.

“There you go.”, he winks when your chubby cheeks turn distinctly pink and lets you scoot back to your initial position - still not letting go of your hand though.

#I’m supposed to be working rn 🥲 #oikawa x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa imagine #oikawa fluff #oikawa x you #oikawa tooru #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa torū #hq oikawa #oikawa tōru #chubby reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff

[byunbqbes]

HQ BOYS WHEN YOU'RE COLD !

♡ suna. teases you and shrugs, "that's what you get for wearing a skirt in 40 degree weather lol" you pout and a minute later, you can feel some weight on your shoulder. you turn around and he's gingerly draping his coat around you, leaning in for a quick peck on your lips to take you aback, before he snickers, "what would you do without me?"

♡ ushijima. takes this dense mf a while to realise that you're cold, but when he does, he immediately makes you wear his thick puffer jacket. he keeps glancing sideways at you, noticing how adorable you look drowning in his extra large jacket. he gives your tiny hand a little squeeze before he admits, sounding stoic, "you look good in my clothes." you're looking up at him, surprised at the way he's avoiding your eyes and blushing, before you're giggling and placing a chaste kiss on his cheeks.

♡ osamu. frowns when he sees you shivering, arms bare, as you walk out of the restaurant. he paces around before rushing out the door and catching up with you. but when he sees your pretty little face, he becomes speechless as he hands you his hoodie, murmuring something about the weather whilst he scratches his head. what he doesn't see is you giggling to yourself, all giddy at the fact that your crush at onigiri miya just gave you his hoodie that smells distinctly like warm chocolate.

♡ oikawa. gets SO smug when he sees the way you curl around him and nuzzle your head into his neck. he smirks, arms wrapping around your waist automatically, before an idea forms in his head. he chuckles, blowing a gust of cold wind towards your face. you look up, offended, as you whine, arms reaching to pull his blanket off of him. oikawa apologises profusely in fits of laughter, before pulling you closer to him and whispering, "i'll keep you warm, princess."

♡ bokuto. the boyfriend who gathers all the scented candles around the house and lights them up while gushing excitedly, "let's build a blanket fort!!" his large, strong arms wrap around you as you lay on his chest in the cozy blanket fort you have built, listening to bokuto talk about his eventful volleyball practices while you two wait out the power outage. you can't help but snuggle closer to him, seeking warmth from this warm furnace of a human. you feel his arms tighten around you, then he's suddenly grinning at you while he ruffles your hair, "awe, is my little birdy cold?"

🍰 reblogs are very appreciated!!

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[tooruhearts]

they’re in love!! (with you)

→ feat. atsumu miya, oikawa tooru, hinata shoyo, sakusa kiyoomi || genres: fluff

KIYOOMI is late to work. and it's not his fault. no, he didn't sleep in. he didn't forget to turn off the stove. he didn't forget his keys. in fact, he woke up at seven am like he always does. but kiyoomi is late to work and it's because of you.

"baby, one more kiss? the last one," you say, lips already chasing after his.

but kiyoomi puts a hand over your mouth. "you said that twenty kisses ago."

"last one, i promise, please?"

and now you're holding onto his necktie, eyes blinking at him, waiting for him to say yes. but kiyoomi is already ten minutes late to work and he knows that if he caves into you he will be even later. so he opens his mouth, about to say no, but then you kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear.

"please?"

god. he can't say no to you.

kiyoomi kisses you, sighing into the kiss. he can feel your smile against his lips. what a little devil, he thinks. but that doesn't matter right now, because your lips feel like heaven and kiyoomi thinks this is paradise. and kiyoomi kisses you again and again and again until you're both breathless.

maybe he should call in sick today.

ATSUMU sometimes gets this overwhelming warm feeling in his chest, a feeling that makes him want to almost cry. and it is times like these, as he’s laying in bed sick with a wet towel on his forehead, as you are holding his hand, that he realizes how grateful he is that you chose him. that you wanted to stay with him.

“babe, i love ya, will leave all my fortune to ya."

“tsumu, stop acting like you're dying. it’s just a cold.”

he snorts at your reply, but the warmth of your fingertips on his palms doesn't stop the tears from appearing in his eyes. he can feel his lips quivering, his face growing red (and not from the fever). so he pulls you closer to him, until your face is pressed into the crook of his neck.

“ya know i love ya, right? i love ya so much,” he whispers in your ear.

"i know tsumu, i love you too."

"even when you make me burnt porridge, i love ya a whole lot."

"yes, yes, you big baby," you giggle, lightly smacking his arm, "my big baby."

the night ends with you kissing atsumu's face over and over again until he stops crying (he stops when he falls asleep).

TOORU knows all good things come to an end eventually. that forever is not a word that lasts, it's not a word that makes sense to him. that one day he will have to let go. but when his arms are tightly wrapped around you as you bask in the afternoon sun, your hair tickling his cheek, he thinks it might make sense after all.

forever is a word that tooru can finally picture and it takes shape in the form of you.

"you smell like me," he says, kissing the top of your head.

"you noticed? i used your shampoo."

"you're also wearing my jersey," he teases, "you like me that much?"

"tooru, you're literally my boyfriend."

he laughs. tooru can't help but tighten his arms around you, still laughing, your face pressed against his. you whine, saying he's crushing you. but tooru keeps you secure in his embrace, kissing your cheeks, your ears, your neck. kissing your lips. and yes, oikawa tooru is your boyfriend. he's yours, forever and more.

"you're soo clingy," you say.

"only for you," he replies.

tooru doesn't think forever is a word that lasts, but if it's with you, he will try. he will try to make it last until his last breath. only for you.

SHOYO thinks you look stunningly beautiful. even now, as your clothes are soaked and you look terribly pissed off because the weather forecast didn't announce it would rain. even now, as your hair clings to your forehead and you're squeezing his hand a tad bit too hard.

"our picnic is ruined.”

"it's fine, we could always go tomorrow! and now we can go home and cuddle."

but that doesn't take away the look of disappointment on your face, or how your body slumps, or how smaller than usual you look. so shoyo pulls you towards him, making you drop the picnic basket, his face a mere inches away from yours.

"dance with me?"

and shoyo doesn't even wait for you to answer before he's twirling you around. hands around your waist, pulling your body each time closer to his, until all he can feel is your warmth instead of the rain soaking his clothes. until all he can feel is your heartbeat.

"shoyo, stop, this is embarrassing!" you say, but you're laughing and laughing with each twirl, with each step.

shoyo thinks you look stunningly beautiful. even now, as your hair clings to your forehead and your clothes are drenched. even now, as the rain pours over both of you and you two are dancing and laughing like mad.

a/n: tooru’s is inspired by the song forever by lee junhyung!!

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[heartsoji]

haikyuu boys with an s/o who's really scared of horror movies

pairings: iwaizumi x reader, oikawa x reader, tsukishima x reader, bokuto x reader

a/n: lol this is me i actually cannot with horror like at all

warnings: post-timeskip in iwaizumi's

iwaizumi hajime

iwaizumi's pretty good with horror movies

occasionally, he'll be a little caught off-guard with a sudden jumpscare, but he's pretty much fine otherwise

now YOU..

you are not ok.

you are screaming, hiding, and tearing up

he honestly doesn't really understand what's so scary about them

since i hc iwaizumi to be a realist, he'd be like

it's a movie. it was filmed. those are actors. it's so obvious none of that stuff could ever happen in real life

still, he understands that you're really scared and tries his best to comfort you

time to put those beefy athletic trainer arms to work

he lets you cling onto them for the whole movie and lets you use then as a stress ball

iwaizumi's a traditional, old school, cheesy hopeless romantic. convince me otherwise.

therefore, his method of comfort usually comes in the form of soothing words and back rubs in his arms

its actually quite nice. he lets you scream into his titties (HE HAS TITTIES AND THEYRE MORE ROCK SOLID THAN REGINA GEORGE'S MOM'S. CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.)

when you're truly scared scared (like heart pounding, sobs racking ur body, you're def gonna get rlly bad nightmares type of scared scared)

he will probs turn it off bc he thinks that no movie ending is worth this much terror

he cares about you a lot, after all. he thinks its slightly amusing when you're screaming your head off at the obviously fake blood, but he would never want you to be fearful for real

rubs your back and whispers soothing words into your ear

"its ok" "i'm right here" "don't worry, i'd protect you if they ever came" type of stuff

after you've calmed down a bit, he'll try to make you laugh

jokes, tickles, anything, really!

he hates seeing you scared. he just wants you to be happy

10/10. marry me sir.

oikawa tooru

lol

hate to break it to you but

tooru is equally as scared of horror movies

you guys have to cuddle up in blanket burritos together and scream at every jumpscare

honestly you both only make it through the movie through sheer willpower

if you're crying, he'll try to comfort you, but tbh he's pretty damn scared himself

however, once the movie is over, he's totally fine

movie forgotten. out of memories. what movie should you guys watch next?

but YOU

you're still crying

you're still really shaken up

you're def gonna have nightmares

he takes that opportunity to be the manly man he is and swoops you up bridal style

he's very charming. he looks at you in the most dazzling, heart-melting way

lol boy u were just crying too stfu

he cuddles you close, and just like iwa, whispers sweet words into your ear

however, unlike iwa, they're much more...childish? playful? how to describe them..

"it'll be ok. your big, strong, boyfriend will protect anything that tries to hurt his princess" "*dramatic gasp* YOU DON'T THINK I'M CAPABLE OF FIGHTING IT OFF BY MYSELF? HOW COULD YOU UNDERESTIMATE ME LIKE THIS? THIS.. THIS IS BETRAYAL" "they don't even look that strong. im sure i could hit a volleyball at one and it would rip into two!"

stuff like that

he would make sure to cuddle you extra close that night

overall, he's pretty fun and is good at making everything seem less serious. 8.5/10!

tsukishima kei

honestly, he's as affected by horror movies at the average guy

he doesn't find them as terrifying as oikawa, but he's definitely not as unaffected as iwaizumi

but you'd never know that

why?

he just hides his emotions really, really well

also he just sometimes focuses on the wall behind the tv and drowns out the voices

he just sits through them and bears them, basically

now, why? why in the world would he do this when he doesn't even enjoy it?

to make fun of you, duh. shouldn't that have been obvious?

when you leap 30ft out of your seat into the air, he laughs at you

he'll even add onto your fear by like grazing your opposite shoulder when you aren't looking and pretending he didn't do it

hes a brat

but honestly, he partially enjoys it when you spring onto him at the jump scares, no matter how much he denies it

as we all know, the boys a lil shy about asking for affection

with horror movies, he gets your affection without even asking for it! yay!

but once the movies over, if you're really shaken up, he'll use his giant beanpole arms and spoon you until you fall asleep

but then he'll be an ass about it the following week

pokes, grabs, jabs you and will say,

"huh? it wasn't me. maybe it was the (wtv villain or ghost or spirit or wtv from the movie)!"

2/10. makes fun of you and makes the movie even scarier tbh. the 2 points r only bc of the comfort he gives after its over.

bokuto koutaro

like most things in life, bokuto goes between two extremes, and never crosses into the middle

he's either having super insane cut shots that go BOOM

OR he's doing awful and is in his emo mode

same thing with this

he either isn't affected by it at all and just laughs

or he screams when the character breathes a lil too heavily

now, if he thinks the movie's not scary at all, he's pretty good to watch with if you're super scared

during the scary parts, he lets you cling onto his beefy arm while he just watches the movie in amusement

like there's a really scary scene where there's a huge jumpscare into the most climatic scene in the movie and you're burying your face into his arm but in the background you just hear:

"HAHAHAHAHA! Y/N Y/N! YOU GOTTA SEE THIS! HE'S...HE'S GETTING CHASED BY THIS GREY LITTLE CHILD! HAHAHAHA ITHIHIHIT'S EYES LOOK LIKE TAPIOCAAHAHAAHA"

"oh the grey little child is smiling! it's kinda cute! why is the main character guy sweating? he looks like me right after a long game"

"why'd the grey little child pull a purple thing out of his throat? what's that? i wonder what it tastes like though..i think it would be a thick gummy texture, but maybe a little gooey on the inside. definitely grape-flavored. the really sweet artificial good one. oh.. now i want a gummy!"

yeah

he definitely makes it less scary because he makes all the scary stuff seem really stupid

honestly pretty nice. you might not get as many nightmares because of him

now

when he's terrified, he's more terrified than you

*main character sneezes* "AHHHHHHH"

think oikawa x 800

mhm

honestly, you kind of have to take the comfort role even though you're deathly afraid of horror movies

"kou, he's just walking. its ok."

honestly he makes it seem less scary like this too because it forces you to see why the movie isn't actually that scary because you have to find out the reasons to comfort him

8.7/10. a sweetie

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[semifilms]

☆HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU | toru oikawa

a/n - this been marinating in the drafts since june. COLLECTING DUST BUNNIES.

cw - none

okay, oikawa has a flirty personality but when he is romantically interested in you i think he flirts completely differently. like he wants it to be obvious he’s into you without saying he’s into you. maybe he’s walking wi you to class and some girl comes up to him like; “oikawa can i talk to you for a moment?” he knows just by that twin she wants to confess to him. his eye merely twitches at the fact. “ah, sorry maybe another time i’m kinda busy.” he’d politely say to dismiss her. these small acts he starts to do when developing a crush on you, and they go completely unnoticed by you until someone else brings it up.

you wouldn’t believe it at first until you finally notice. then you tease him about it to get him to tell you. mainly to see if it’s true because you’re still skeptical. “oikawa what do you think about going on a date?” you’d ask him suddenly while walking to the train station. he tenses up, “on a date..?” he muttered with a raised brow. “yeah, some guys asked me out during lunch and i’m considering it but i’m asking you because you’ve been on plenty i assume.”

you’re lying, but he doesn’t know that so in the moment he feels stupid. stupid for even thinking for a second you were trying to ask him on a date. “what makes you think i’ve been on plenty?” he asks offended, hiding his disappointed look with a confused one. you shrugged and glanced at him “you get confessed to a lot so i assume you’ve gone at least one date.”

neither of you speaks for a few minutes. you walk in silence, you’re not really sure why but you didn’t feel the need to speak up until the setter breaks the silence.

“i don’t think you should go on a date with him, he’s a bad guy. i’ve heard a lot about him.” you smiled to yourself at oikawa’s delayed response. “that’s funny,” you scoff before slowly lying down your pace and coming to a stop at a stop light. you turned to him with a smirk on your face. “what’s funny?” he asks

“i didn’t even tell you who he was,” you stated matter-of-factly. you swore you could hear his heart drop as he stopped to face you with a wary look on his face. “didn’t you though?” he hesitantly asked and you shook your head ‘no’.

the brunette rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “well what’s his name?” he asked. “doesn’t exist.” you stated with a shrug.

“is he a foreign student? that’s a weird name-” you laughed at him and cut him off. “no, he doesn’t exist. i made it up, i just wanted to see how you’d react.” you said as the light turned green and the walking figure lit up causing you to cross the street on instinct. oikawa followed quickly behind.

“why would you want to see my reaction?”

you shrugged again, you were now at the train station and you had pulled out your ic card and tapped it while walking into the station.

“do you have a crush on me?” your question was sudden and you caught oikawa off guard for the umpteenth time today. “why?” he asks his voice quiet. you both stood on the platform with other waiting people for your train and you glanced over to oikawa.

“does it matter? i just want to know if it’s true or not.”

there was another moment of silence between the two of you. though it wasn’t too quiet as trains could be heard getting closer and people around you kept talking. “what happens if i say yes?”

you don’t respond for another moment as you thought carefully about what to say next. “to be honest, i’m not sure right now, but we’ll figure it out together.”

he didn’t want to ruin his opportunity. though your response was vague he took it as his sign. the setter took a deep breath and turned his whole body to face you, you did the same.

“yes, y/n. i have a crush on you and i have for a while now and i’d really like to take you or on a date or something—only if you want to.”

your stomach fluttered and twisted into knots. you didn’t know if actually hearing it from his mouth made a difference but whatever feelings you had for oikawa. that you thought were just platonic did not feel like it at the moment.

“i want to.”

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[heich0e]

"Were you an ugly baby?"

Tooru's face screws up in horror where his head is resting in your lap, and a pained squawk is punched out of him in the wake of your question.

"What? No!" He pulls himself upright in your bed, slipping from your grasp and twisting around to face you. "Why would you ever think that?"

It's funny seeing him--a grown man, 186cm tall, 83kg of corded muscle and olympically trained physique--so upset over such a silly question. It only makes you want to rile him up more.

You shrug. "I don't know, you just kind of give off 'ugly baby' vibes."

Tooru's jaw hangs, his eyes wide.

"I was a beautiful baby, I'll have you know." He pokes your shoulder indignantly with a prominent pout tugging his bottom lip forward. "Ask anyone!"

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

"I could always call Iwa, I'm sure he's got some baby photos he could send me," you say, nodding a little to yourself, watching carefully to see his reaction to your suggestion.

Tooru moans. "He'll send you the worst ones! That's not fair."

Your boyfriend throws himself back down across your lap petulantly, landing heavy across your outstretched legs.

"You're so mean to me," he gripes, burying his face against your tummy. You resume running your fingers through the impossibly soft strands of his hair, unable to keep yourself from giggling a little.

Tooru nuzzles against the material of your t-shirt, still sulking even as his arms wind around your waist to hold you close.

"Why would you even ask me such a terrible, cruel question?" he mutters grumpily.

You sigh a little, watching the way the ends of his hair curl around your knuckles as they slip through your gentle touch. "I was just thinking how unfair it would be if you've been this pretty your whole life."

Tooru goes quiet, his shoulders easing slack. He noses against your tummy and hums, but this time the sound is pleased. His arms tighten around you, and you feel so comfortable under his weight, his familiar touch, the way his breath seeps into the material of your t-shirt and warms through to your skin.

He presses a kiss against you as your nails rake gently against his scalp, a palpable shiver running down his spine.

He breathes out a long, appreciative sigh. "Well, you could have just said that."

"Where's the fun in that?" you ask him cheekily, and he harrumphs in response.

He peels himself away from you, returning to his original position with his head resting atop your thighs, staring up towards you with a dozy, heavy-lidded gaze. He reaches to cup your cheek in his hand, his fingertips soft against your skin.

A beat of silence passes between you, but it's comfortable.

"You know," he says, though his voice is quieter now, a little deeper too, "I could give you one."

You blink, taken aback by his words.

His touch trails down to your mouth, tracing his thumb against your bottom lip. He pushes gently against it, until your lips have no choice but to part--not that you have the presence of mind to resist it with the sudden rush to your head his offer has caused.

He smiles, his warm eyes watching the way your lips wrap around his finger instinctively before flickering back up to meet your own.

"I may have been a cute baby, but ours will be even cuter."

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