i’ve said this before, so many times, but i could care less. the way oikawa tooru gently places his hands on your hips to dance with you is sensational. the way his bulge rubs up against your ass as you dance to ella y yo by aventura ft. don omar is fucking phenomenal. mi amor will literally breathe the most dirty and sensual things into your ear at the club and then he’ll fuck you in his car, ring covered fingers around your neck as he shoves his tongue down your throat — he swallows up all of your pretty moans
10 things i hate about you
includes: oikawa tooru x reader, seijoh boys in some parts
— fluff, angst?, this was inspired by that one episode of "our beloved summer" lol, im gonna make u kind of like yeonsu which is the character from the drama and use a few scenes from it as well 🤝
— don't mind the random dates, i just had to put them for a certain part later on in the story. there might be some mistakes here and there, im sorry in advance.
— gender neutral pronouns, 6k+words
hq masterlist. gen masterlist. navi.
iwaizumi sighed for the umpteenth time as oikawa spiked yet another ball to the poor wall, which had to receive all the hits mixed with oikawa’s curses.
"hey" iwaizumi scoffed as he hit the brunette's head with his fist.
"agh" oikawa groaned as he dropped the volleyball he was holding and pushed iwaizumi's hand away.
"the hell's wrong with you?" iwaizumi snarled at him. "youre acting like you've lost your mind just cus you saw y/n again"
oikawa groaned in exasperation and annoyingly waved his hands around. "don't even say that name okay?" he said, making iwaizumi roll his eyes
"stop being immature. you're not in highschool anymore." iwaizumi said as he patted the boy's back
"immature.." oikawa muttered with a huff "y/n always said i was immature. god i don't even wanna think about them" he clicked his tongue
iwaizumi watched silently as his friend continues to mutter under his breath, stomping his feet unreasonably loud as he harshly throws his things into his bag.
"well, they were right." iwaizumi said, making oikawa snap his head towards his best friend with a comical look of betrayal.
"you're a grown man, huffing and sulking like a child because you saw your ex again." iwaizumi spoke with a sharp glare. "y/n's working with your team's sponsor so you either have to deal with it or get lost"
oikawa huffed at his friend's awfully blunt but unfortunately truthful words. "whatever. you're just like them, iwa." he rolled his eyes
"plus, aren't you my best friend?! you're supposed to side with me not y/n!" he said the name with such distaste
though it wasn't too hard for iwaizumi to notice his eyes softening into something more solemn despite his act.
"im not siding with anyone." iwaizumi said. "but seriously, it's been 5 years since you broke up. i know it affected you but you're doing much better now, right?"
"jeez, back in highschool, you two used to be all over each other that it honestly made me sick" iwaizumi chuckled
"you used to ramble to me how much you love them like the maniac you are. so the way you're acting now is a bit..." iwaizumi trailed off
oikawa frowned. "psh, who said i loved them? i don't love them.. i hate y/n.." he said, his voice growing smaller and smaller
"i hate y/n l/n so much" oikawa exclaimed with a puffed chest, but the waver in his voice completely gave him away
"in fact, i'll give you 10 reasons why. right now."
iwaizumi rolled his eyes "i'd rather not hear it" oikawa simply ignored him and closed his eyes, reminiscing on the past years he'd spent with them.
"okay! gosh, where do i even start.."
"reason #1 : y/n l/n is selfish."
iwaizumi didn't even bat an eye at this. "yeah, i guess they had their moments" he said with a shrug
"not just moments, iwa!" oikawa exclaimed. "they were like that all the time! jeez at that rate, i think they may have been born with it!"
oikawa chuckles sourly "do you remember that one time in highschool? gosh i can't forget it even if i wanted to"
03-05-XX - 7 Days Before Exams
you break away from your conversation with oikawa, looking back to meet eyes with one of your classmates sheepishly smiling at you.
"what?" you responded, sounding a bit indifferent as you could practically hear the favor about to spill from her lips before she could even say it.
"well...you know those notes we needed for the test next week?" she asked as she pointed at the notebook on your desk, which ad the said notes in the open for her to see. "can you lend this to me? please! me and my friends will just take a picture and you can have it back!" she pleaded
you look at her and pick up the notebook, making the girl smile in triumph, holding her hand out expecting to receive it.
though what she didn't expect was for you to rip the page, crumpling it, and tearing it to small and unsalvageable pieces.
"there." you said. "you can take a picture of it if you want. though im sure there's no use for that anymore."
"if you wanna pass the test, then study and do your work like everyone else"
the girl scoffed at you, giving you a dirty glare before stomping away, muttering under her breath loud enough for you to hear, "gosh, i knew they were stuck up but i didn't know they were just a plain bitch. i have no idea why oikawa-kun hangs out with them"
you paid no mind as you gathered the torn up paper and place it in between you notebook pages.
"hmm" oikawa hummed, leaning on his desk as he stares at you with narrowed eyes. "what?" you asked, looking him in the eye as you cross your arms. "spit it out, stop being annoying" you mutter
"why did you do that?" oikawa asked with furrowed brows "she just wanted to see your notes"
"she wouldn't have to see mine if she had written her own, oikawa-san" you replied blandly as you pull out a book to read
oikawa huffs "well... you're right" he shrugged
"but don't go doing that again, kay?" he playfully scolds you, "what would they say when they find out that the oikawa tooru is dating someone that doesn't even share their notes?!" he shrieked in horror
"hm, then i guess you can date someone else that does" you said, briefly glancing at him as you flip a page in your book
immediately, his act fails, and he's linking your arms together and giggling cutely while he whines. "im joking!" he exclaimed. "but then.. if im the one who needs your notes, would you let me borrow them?" he asked
"cus i actually need them" he admitted with a cutesy grin "i didn't take any notes so.."
"no. you won't get any special treatment from me" you immediately turned him down
"geez" oikawa pouts. "you're quite selfish, aren't you?" he sighs
"that's why they never get along with anyone" oikawa tsks as he shakes his head. "i mean, who would want to be friends with someone with an attitude like that?!"
iwaizumi hums, "i mean, you dated them didn't you?"
oikawa paused, fumbling over his words as he tries to stay cool. "well, that's.. different.."
"they never got along with anyone, and they never ate with anyone before we dated and before they met the team, everyone would stray away from them.. " he listed out
"and its all because of one thing!" oikawa exclaimed. "it's the next reason on my list"
iwaizumi sighed in annoyance "are you really gonna list 10 things down? you're such a loser"
"reason #2: they have absolutely no social skills!"
oikawa laughed "gosh, compared to me, our social levels are just in such different heights" he sneered
"uhuh" iwaizumi muttered dryly, he was honestly considering just blocking his friend's voice out
"yeah! remember that one time after we won a match?"
06-14-XX - Match Celebration Night
"oikawa-san, i told you" you sighed "you can just celebrate with your team tonight, and i'll treat you to something else tomorrow" you offered
"y/n-chan~~ please just come with me!" oikawa pleaded, he almost considered getting on his knees but he was feeling way too proud after just winning a match to do that
oikawa frowned, feeling a bit hurt that you had no interest in celebrating his win despite knowing how hard he's worked for it. "why won't you come with me, y/n?" he asked with a disheartened tone in his voice
"it's just.." you mumble "it's not like im close with your teammates anyways. if i go with you, i'll be out of place. so just go without me, okay?" you said
you sighed as his frown didn't seem to fade away no matter what convincing you'd do.
"im really proud of you" you said, taking his hands in yours as you graze your thumbs over his slightly calloused skin.
"really? i couldn't tell" oikawa mutters
"i'll make it up to you" you promised. though he seemed a it unconvinced, he nodded anyways.
"okay." he muttered
although iwaizumi had thought of blocking him out, he couldn't help but be intrigued by oikawa’s stories "they were a bit unapproachable at first, i'd agree" iwaizumi nods.
"right?" oikawa scoffs. "and, that not the only thing i hate!"
iwaizumi sighs "oh, who would have thought?"
"reason #3: they try to win at everything. they have a useless competitive spirit."
oikawa clicks his tongue. "that trait of theirs was such a drag"
iwaizumi raised a brow at him. "aren't you practically the same?" he asked
oikawa scoffs in disbelief "no way! my competitive spirit comes in handy when im playing a match!" he defended
"but y/n..." he chuckled as he remembered a certain memory "they use it in stupid things."
08-23-XX - Anniversary Date
"oh, i'll finish that for you if you want" he said, gesturing to your beer as he gulps down his in one go
you raise a brow at this "why?" you asked "you think i can't finish it?"
oikawa blinks at you "well.. you've already had a few, so i'll finish it for you incase you might have drank too much"
you pout at him "i can finish it though. i have a pretty good tolerance, you know? plus we're celebrating aren't we? we've been together for 2 years, so i'll drink about 2 more of this"
oikawa groaned "but babe-"
"nope" you cut him off "plus i bet i can drink more than you" you teased him
"this is our anniversary date, not a drinking contest" oikawa chuckled
"it could be if we want" you shrugged
"i really don't want a drinking contest though" oikawa says, biting back a smug grin as he peers at you "you might go crying if you lose" he teases you
you blink at his words and scoff. "we'll see about that" you said
"wait, i was just joking—"
oikawa shakes his head, chuckling lowly as he does so. "maybe that's why people hated them back then as well." he said
" 'as well' ? so you hated y/n even back then? is that what you're saying" iwaizumi side eyes him
oikawa scoffs with a smirk "ofcourse!"
"i think you're lying" iwaizumi says.
"im not! iwa-chan, stop making dumb assumptions. i still have more to list down"
"reason #4: they pick fights with everyone!"
"and reason #5: they're stubborn."
oikawa huffed at this, "gosh it's not like they can fight anyways" he said, waving his hands around for emphasis
"they're all talk! always getting hotheaded when they get into the smallest banter with someone"
oikawa scoffs "i mean, can't they see that they could get hurt from that?!" he exclaimed in distress
"then who'll have to take care of them? me!"
iwaizumi stayed quiet, his eyes followed oikawa, who was pacing around while muttering under his breath, way too distracted to follow up his reason with a story to reminisce on.
"just what would i do if they get into something even i couldn't handle? i mean obviously, i'd call you, iwa-chan, to punch whoever they are for me but you'd probably think im messing with you before you'd even believe i actually needed your help—"
iwaizumi cleared his throat, raising a row at oikawa, who was frozen in spot, looking a bit embarrassed.
"i-i mean.. sorry" oikawa sheepishly walked back to his seat beside iwaizumi. "was i rambling?"
it didn't take long for him to get over it though, "anyways, where was i?" he clicked his tongue.
"ah, the next reason"
"reason #6: they're self centered and likes to do anything they want!"
"there's many events to back this up, but this one time.. this one time!" oikawa gritted his teeth, an irked expression etching itself on his face
"gosh, i won't forget it. they were so confusing and inconsiderate." he said "and so unbelievably pushy."
09-12-XX - Break Up Trip
"stand there and smile" you said as you drag him infront of a nice scenery, holding up a camera as you gesture for him to stop frowning
"wait-" oikawa stammered out
"im taking it." you said as you clicked the camera, a subtle flash soon erupting from it. "don't blame me if you don't like it"
"is this really our last trip together?" oikawa asked, hurt and confused as you drag him away once again.
"what are you doing, hurry up we have to take more pictures" you said "then after that, we have to get some food, and take the train back."
oikawa blinked dumbfoundedly. "wait.." he called out, letting you drag him by his arm towards a smoothie stand
"is this really our last trip before you break up with me?" he asked once again
"here, we'll share a straw." you said, completely ignoring him as you placed the smoothie on the table. "we'll drink this, then eat something else. then maybe we can walk around before going to the station." you said with a hum, nodding to yourself as you go over your plans.
"y/n, are you really breaking up with me?" oikawa asked for the nth time that day. he was way too stunned and confused to even think of anything else or process the whole 'trip' you two abruptly went on.
"ah, the sun set way too fast" you pouted. "i guess we have to go to the station now"
oikawa jumped in distraught "then you'll break up with me?!" he exclaimed with dread
"oikawa-san." you stopped to face him, making feel atleast a little bit hopeful that you'd reassure him he's wrong.
"for an athlete, you sure are slow." you deadpanned. "walk faster please."
"so... are you breaking up with me?"
iwaizumi let out a hum of realization "ah, is that why you two suddenly disappeared that time?" he said
"yeah! they showed up unannounced after our argument and took me to a very solemn and infuriating trip, if you can even call it that!" oikawa whined
"but that's not all..you know what else i hate?"
iwaizumi closed his eyes and leaned back. at this point, he had already accepted having to listen to oikawa’s crazy stories. "jeez, how many are left?" he asked
"reason #7: they have no sense of romance."
oikawa's chest heaved as a frown was etched onto his face again. "i wondered how a person could lack so much romance in their life."
"i mean, haven't they atleast watched any dramas or read books other than textbook before?" he whined
"i remember that day exactly... oh how could i forget?"
04-01-XX - Cherry Blossom Festival
"aw, y/n-chan! cmon~" oikawa whined, clinging onto your waist while you simply shelve the books in peace
"it's the last day to see the cherry blossoms! it'll rain tomorrow, you know? and i didn't even come to see them once cus i wanted to only do it with you!" he exclaimed
you look back to see him pouting and batting his eyelashes at you, waiting patiently for your sweet yes.
"im working" he sighed dejectedly as he watched you pick up another stack of books to put in the shelves
"plus why would you wanna go anyways?" you asked "they're just useless flowers with bunched up petals that have no scent"
oikawa mockingly mimicked you "they're just a bunch of flowers with no scent!" he scoffed. "they're pretty flowers that your dear boyfriend wants to see!" he said
you turn to him, smiling as you giving him a light pat on his cheek "we can go next year" you said before walking away
oikawa huffed, watching your retreating figure with a glare. he punched the books in annoyance, but fixed them anyways as he heard you scold him from afar.
"you said that last year.." he muttered
iwaizumi chuckled as oikawa had a nasty expression upon reminiscing on the memory. "you could've asked me to go with you" he said
oikawa turned to him. "yeah, then you would've told me to get lost" he said
oikawa sighed, "how many do i have left?" he asked himself
"reason #8: they always have things to do and they only think about their self ."
10-14-XX - Regional Matches
the boys looked at each other, silently asking why their captain was muttering lowly to himself at the corner, seeming to be in such a bad mood despite having half the stadium cheering his and his team's name.
oikawa clicked his tongue in distaste, his glaring eyes were boring through his phone, straight at your caller id as he waits for you to pick up.
it was sixth call in the last thirty minutes, and you haven't answered even once.
"hey" iwaizumi nudged him. "you look like you're about to kill someone" he said
"hey, we're about to start so keep your head in the game, capt!" matsukawa chimed in as he gave oikawa a hard slap on his back
oikawa winced and put his phone away with a frown. "whatever." he said. "my head is in the game by the way"
"doesn't seem like it" iwaizumi said as he handed the brunette a water bottle. "ah, it's y/n-san isn't it?" hanamaki chimes with a smirk
"are you pissed cus they're not here to cheer you on?" he asked, making oikawa scoff. "ah, so you are" matsukawa chuckled
"dude, there's girls and boys here that are screaming their lungs out for you, don't get too hung up on y/n" matsukawa said
"maybe y/n-san is busy studying or working, as always. i mean they made it a pretty usual thing already. i thought you'd be used to them not attending most of your matches" hanamaki said
iwaizumi hit the both of them "shut up, will you?" he said
oikawa glared at them, throwing his bottle at the two, making them yelp. "don't talk about y/n-chan like that!" he scolded them
"sorry sorry~" the two chimed with a smile
oikawa frowned, "you don't know anything..."
oikawa dragged out a sigh, making iwaizumi eye him curiously. "what is it?" iwaizumi asked.
"if this is hard for you, then you don't really have to talk about it" he said to the brunette. "not like i asked you to, anyway" he added
oikawa meekly shook his head "no, im fine"
"reason #9: another thing i hate.."
oikawa trailed off, he was looking far away. iwaizumi wasn't sure where, to him, his friend just looked like his mind had completely wandered off.
oikawa scoffed to himself, a sad smile ghosting his lips as he muttered the following words,
"..is that only know a side of y/n which nobody else knows, and i can't help but fall in love"
03-06-XX - 6 Days Before Exams
"here." oikawa jumped at the sudden sound of your voice. he blinked dumbfoundedly as you stood before him, holding a piece of paper with tape plastered in almost every inch of it.
"um, what is it?" he asked as he took it from you. suddenly, he chuckled, smirking smugly as he pulled you down to sit with him.
"aw, y/n-chan! don't tell me it's a love letter! —"
you cut him off by snatching it and turning to walk away. "wait wait wait-" oikawa grinned as he pulled you back down to the seat "im just messing with you" he said
you rolled your eyes, smiling as you hit his shoulder. "youre so childish" you laughed
"this is the notes for the test" you said. oikawa looked at you in surprise and confusion "but i thought you got rid of it?"
"well, you said you needed it so.." you trailed off, averting your eyes out of embarrassment
"i tried to tape it back together last night but it might be too crumpled to be read, so i'll help you if you need me to"
you glance at him after not getting a response, fully expecting him to tease you. but instead, you saw him staring at you with a soft look in his eyes. he was smiling brightly, his cheeks blushing in a soft pink color.
"stop smiling like that, you look dumb" you mutter
oikawa grinned even more, watching you with a fond look as you pulled out your books, settling to study with him.
"i knew you couldn't resist me~" he cooed teasingly, inching closer to you to press a kiss on your cheek
you scoffed "no, i was just worried you'd cry if you fail. you're always like that"
oikawa hummed, not minding your harsh words as he pecked your cheek again. "that's the same thing~" he cooed
"don't worry y/n-chan, i know you love me. you don't have to say it"
06-15-XX - The Day After The Match Celebration
"oh! what's this?"
the boys huddled around a bench, aweing at the cake decorated with their team colors with a message written in the middle
"congratulations, seijoh" kindaichi read. "is it from coach?" he asked
"ooh!! there's drinks too!" matsukawa exclaimed "soda? nice" he said as he popped a can open and immediately drank from it
"senpai, it might be poisoned" kindaichi warned him. "if it is, then just let him be" hanamaki sneered
"what's happening?" oikawa asked as he entered the gym with iwaizumi. "hey, just cus we won doesn't mean you can slack off as much as you want" iwaizumi said as he picked up a ball to throw at hanamaki and matsukawa
"hey, it's not our fault someone left a cake for us! it just means we gotta celebrate more"
"it's probably from shittykawa's fangirls-" iwaizumi paused upon reading the name on the folded note by the cake "ah nevermind, it's from y/n" he said
oikawa perked up from the sound of your name. "y/n?" he asked
"yeah, the note says 'congrats. from, y/n'...yeah, thats all it says" matsukawa chuckled. "y/n-san sure is reserved, aren't they?" he mused
"anyways, tell y/n-san we said thank you" iwaizumi said as he took a slice of cake "tell them to come see us next time, as well"
the boys cheered in agreement, and the thought of his team wanting to hang out you almost made oikawa smile like a lovesick idiot, but obviously he couldn't do that or he'll never hear the end of it.
"hey, start practice without me. i'll come by later" oikawa said before running out the gym
he tried to rack his brain on where he could possibly find you, but it seems he didn't need to think to much as he spotted you seated on a bench under the shade
"y/n-chan!" oikawa called out as he ran towards you. "y/n-" he cut himself off as you wordlessly place a bag in his hands
"a gift?" he mused as he sat next to you, chuckling as he catches you discreetly taking glances to see his reaction to the gift
"oooh~ knee pads! how'd you know i needed them?" oikawa grinned as he pressed a kiss on your temple. "thank you, baby"
you smile shyly at the nickname "your old ones were a bit worn out.." you said. "but, i kind of messed up and somehow got mismatched ones" you said with a frown
oikawa just then took a clearer look at the gift. he hadn't even noticed that it was in black and white because of how happy he was to receive a gift from you.
"i guess i shouldn't have ordered online" you said with a look of distaste.
oikawa laughed, a light blush on his cheeks as he slung his arm around you. "don't worry about it!" he said
"shouldn't i exchange it? tell me honestly, i wouldn't even be offended!" you exclaimed. oikawa simply shook his head and slipped them on before you could take them back
"so, you gave my team a cake, huh?" he teasingly nudged you. "well.." you stammered in embarrassment
"you seemed upset that i didn't celebrate with them.. just take this as me celebrating with your team, kay?" you said
oikawa pouted "just with them?" he whined "what about me?"
you smiled at him before placing your hands over his eyes. "i didn't forget about you, of course" you said
you stare at him, admiring his beautiful features and the smile on his lips. "what? is there something on my face?" oikawa asked with furrowed brows
you lean closer to kiss him, pressing your lips on his as your hand reaches for his. he smiles as you pull away, tightening his hold on your hand.
"congratulations" you mumble "did i make it up to you?"
"mhm" oikawa hummed, his smile growing bigger and bigger by the second
"that's good." you sigh "now get back to the gym and practice. your teammates must've eaten the cake by now, i hope you atleast took a bite" you said
"oh, i didn't get to eat but that's fine" oikawa shrugged
"really? i made that though. too bad"
he froze at the new found information. "huh? you-you made it yourself?" he asked with a lifeless smile
"i gotta go i love you thanks for your gift you're so cute for making that cake yourself see you later mwuah mwuah love you bye!"
it was amazing how much he could say in one breath, but you blink in confusion as he ran towards the gym, shouting at his teammates to 'leave him a slice or else he'll leave team and cry'.
oikawa didn't get to eat the cake that day.
08-23-XX - Anniversary Date
"stop swaying" you whine as you struggle to keep him standing on his feet. his arm was slung over your shoulder while the rest of his body weight is dragging you down, making you stumble around
"y/n-chan!! i love you~" oikawa drunkenly giggled as he leaned forward, puckering his lips for a kiss
this however, didn't go as planned, seeing as you two fell on the ground with a thud. thankfully the impact wasn't too bad
"geez" you sighed as oikawa continues to nuzzle into you as if you two weren't laying on the street like a couple of maniacs
you look down at him, smiling as you catch sight of his flushed face. "i love you too" you whispered
"you love me?!" oikawa excitedly exclaimed "wah! i only hear that from you like thrice every two months" he babbled through a series of hiccups
you roll your eyes at him, a smile of amusement grazing your lips as you caress his cheeks.
"you know what else?" you cooed, gently combing his hair out of his eyes
"hm?" he hummed groggily
"i totally won that drinking contest" you giggled as he whined "i let you win!" he says
"mhm, sure you did" you played along. you pulled him up to his feet, having to carry him on your back while he drunkenly rambles away
"let's go home, tooru. i'll take care of you"
oikawa sighs as he caught sight of you standing infront a group of guys, a different team who had just played and lost against them.
"what are they doing now?" oikawa shakes his head as he quickly runs towards you, trying to pull you away before anything gets worse
"what's happening here?" he cooed in a 'friendly' tone, despite sending a glare at the boys before you
"ah so it's true, they really are dating you" one of the boys said, gesturing to oikawa. "hey oikawa-san, tell your s/o to behave. they're crazy" the boys snickered
oikawa glared at them, staring them down as he tries to bite back the curses itching to leave his mouth.
"who do you think you are?!" you snarl at them, much to their surprise "don't go around badmouthing oikawa and his team if you can't even win a match against them"
oikawa blinked dumbfoundedly, we're you really fighting because of him and his teammates? he felt a bit touched but still concerned, given that its only the two of you against a whole team of guys.
"learn to match your confidence with the skills you have. and given the results of the match just now, you don't have much skill in you anyway" you sneered
oikawa bites back a laugh at the sight of their dumbfounded and offended expression.
"okay, let's go y/n" he whispers to you with a chuckle. you glance at him and nod, taking his outstretched hand.
"don't talk like that about tooru again" you said to them "if you do, i'll have have to show you how crazy i get"
as you two walk away, oikawa looks back to send them a cheeky grin, matching it with a peace sign. "you heard them! it was a good game, see you around~" he cooed tauntingly
when you two get far enough, oikawa lightly punches your shoulder. "don't do that again, okay?" he says
you huff "i couldn't help it" you said. oikawa smiles as he ruffles your hair "but thank you anyway. you got in a fight cus of us, or me" he cooed
"i'll always defend you, tooru"
04-01-XX - Cherry Blossom Festival
oikawa had a grim look on his face as he watched you approach him. he'd been sitting outside a convenience store near your house for atleast an hour now, waiting for you to get home.
"how long have you been sitting there?" you asked with an amused smile as you simply stares back at you
"why are you smiling?" he sulked "was working and missing a cherry blossom date with your boyfriend that fun?"
you chuckle at the adorable pout he had, glaring at you as he crossed his arms to emphasize that he was upset.
"why are you so upset about missing one cherry blossom festival, hm?" you mused
oikawa scoffed "it's not just one.." he muttered. "were you really counting? you're so petty" you laughed
"did you just call me petty?" he scowled at you, sulking even more.
you smile fondly at him, fiddling with the hidden petals in your pocket before throwing them up in the air, letting them fall upon the two of you.
"we saw the cherry blossoms" you said
oikawa couldn't respond. he was too busy staring up at you with sparkling eyes. you looked so beautiful like that, having the pink petals fall all around you. it was magical, or atleast to him.
"next time we can see them fall from the trees, but you'll have to make do with that for now" you said
oikawa chuckled breathlessly "i think i prefer seeing them like this"
10-14-XX - Regional Matches
you pant heavily as you make a sharp turn along the halls, almost tumbling as you try to arrive before the match ends
"agh, why is this stadium so huge? where are they playing?" you groan, pulling out your phone and getting even more frustrated as you see the number of calls and texts your boyfriend had left you in the past hour
you abruptly stop as you catch sight of their white and teal uniforms on the court. you quickly rush inside, panting and trying to catch your breath after all the running.
just then coach nobuteru called you over, urging you to sit by him. "y/n-san did you just arrive?" he asked
"yes sir, im sorry" you bowed to him "i clocked out of work as soon as i can but i think i was still late anyways"
"it's fine, don't worry about it. it's only the first game" he chuckled as he patted your shoulder reassuringly. "oikawa-san had been in a bad mood since the start, so im gonna need you to cheer for him. we're gonna need him to focus if we wanna win" he said
you smile sheepishly as your eyes fall on him, he had such a deep scowl on his face. he looks so on edge as the rest of the team eyes him nervously.
"um.. how do i.." you mutter. coach nobuteru laughed "just scream, cheer, call out to him. any thing, really" he said
you nod, clearing your throat. "tooru!" you shouted, your face heating up in embarrassment as his head whipped towards your direction, followed by his teammates who simultaneously sighed in relief.
"this is so embarrassing" you mutter as you try to hide behind coach nobuteru, only for him to laugh and wave his hand to the boys, urging them to get back to the game.
oikawa locked eyes with you for a moment longer, failing to bite back a smile as you mouth a 'good luck' to him with a bright grin.
after the match, oikawa rushed to you, smiling brightly as you wipe away his sweat, mindlessly rambling about the game and even nagging him about the times he missed a hit.
"you came" he said with a happy hum "y/n-chan, im starting to think you enjoy playing hard to get" he teased
"hey!" you hit his chest "don't tease me! i messed up cus your schedule doesn't match with mine"
he chuckled "mhm" he pressed a kiss to your cheek. "stop that, you're all sweaty" you say as you push him away, trying to keep a straight face but oikawa could clearly see the corners of your lips twitching into a smile.
"thanks to you, we won!" oikawa cheered. "i didn't even play" you said in confusion. "you're my lucky charm! you didn't need to play, you just had to be here with me" he said
"so always be by my side, okay?" he nudged you
"of course, tooru"
09-12-XX - Break Up Trip
the spontaneous trip had come to its end as you both reach the station, and oikawa was still hung up and on edge about the possible break up conspiracy he had somehow thought of. “y/n-chan, is this really how we end?” he asked
“hm, i shouldve taken more photos” you said, ignoring him once again as you looked through the photos youve taken throughout the day. “hey, stop ignoring me” oikawa whined
you sighed, finally acknowledging his whining with an unamused look on your face. “oikawa tooru, are you an idiot or what?” you said.
oikawa looked at you in surprise “...is..is that a yes? are you actually leaving me?” he asked warily
you rolled your eyes, flicking him in the forehead as he winced. “you idiot.” you hit him lightly “why would we break up?” you asked, frowning at the thought
oikawa gulped, ”well, its just... this trip felt really ‘heavy’, if that makes sense.” he said. “it feels ‘heavy’ to be with me?” you asked with a frown. of course, he was quick to reassure you.
“no thats not it! its just, we argued pretty badly before this so i thought you were just letting me enjoy before leaving for good” he explained. “ never know exactly what goes on in your head so it made me assume the worst.”
“so are we okay?” he asked
“you idiot” you huff as you take his face in your hands. “of course we’re okay.”
“why would we break up, tooru? thats not gonna happen.” you said. you smiled at him, gently caressing his cheeks as he leans on your hands with a sigh of content.
“if it gets to that point, all you have to do is come to me. dont let me go. after all, i already told you right?” you said to him.
“i’ll always be by your side, tooru.”
"reason #10: they throw me away so easily, while it's so hard for me to even let go."
iwaizumi gulped at the sudden confession. he didn't know what to say or do, understandably so.
oikawa looked down at the ring on his finger, a heavy feeling filling his chest as he fiddles with the silver band.
"i hate y/n l/n so much."
iwaizumi sighs, seeing oikawa’s eyes filled with such sadness despite his straight face.
"that's enough. go home" iwaizumi said as he grabbed oikawa's bag and threw it at him. "stop thinking about them. just go home and get some sleep"
oikawa sighed with a nod. "okay" he said with a meek wave of goodbye
"hey" iwaizumi called out just before he could leave the gym. "need me to drive you?" he asked, only for oikawa to refuse
"no, i'll walk" he said. "see you, iwa-chan"
oikawa left with his head hung low and his lips quivering. "oikawa tooru, you're such an idiot" he whispered to himself
he sighed again, dragging his fingers through his hair in distress as he tries to clear his head.
he decided to stop by a vending machine, getting himself a cold drink and gulping it at once. he mindlessly threw the can away and looked up at the sky. it had turned dark already, and the sky was littered with stars.
he couldn't help but feel grim as he came to a realization. he scoffed at himself, a bittersweet smile grazing his lips as he whispered to the night sky,
"i love y/n l/n so much"
When in Rome
Glimpses of a secret relationship between you and Tobio, unaware of the intrusive gaze trying to pry into your private moments.
Content warnings: suggestive, angsty undertones, timeskip manga spoilers
Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x fem!Reader
Word count: 506 words
The early morning lights shone on the city of Rome while the two of you were relaxing on a comfortable sun lounger located on the rooftop of Kageyama's apartment. His hands were wrapped around your upper body, and his lips ghosted over your chest, trailing kisses over the bare skin.
"Tobio," you murmured, running a hand through his dark hair, "you still have to go over some important parts of your Ali Roma contract and decide about your sponsors, plus how many commercials you want to shoot."
He lifted his head and moved his lips over your neck. "There's still time for that," he grumbled and then nibbled at your earlobe, "I've been here for six months, and I signed a five-year contract."
Your mouth parted. "I know," you replied, sighing softly as his lips on your skin left a warmth that had you shivering, "but my employer is pestering me about it, and I'm not exactly keen on getting reprimanded while doing my job, a new one at that."
He scowled. "If your boss gives you trouble, I'm going to have a few words with them," he grumped, holding your chin to angle your face towards him, "they should allow you to do your job instead of bothering you."
You couldn't help the amused laugh that left your lips. "You never liked my boss," you mused as you tilted your head to accept his lips on yours. Tobio sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and then paused to mutter a muffled damn right.
"Tobio…" you breathed as your lips brushed against his, "the public can't know we're together. Not yet."
A sulky expression crossed his face. "I still think it's ridiculous," he fussed, "it's not like anything will actually happen if those two know about us."
You raised an eyebrow and smirked softly. "It was your manager's idea."
The pout you grew to love appeared on his lips at your reminder.
You placed your fingers under his chin and leaned forward, giving him a quick peck over his parted lips before he eagerly captured your mouth once more.
Unbeknownst to you both, an overzealous photographer working for a major sports website specializing in gossip had reached you in Rome. They were on the edge of their seats as they snapped pictures of the tender, intimate moments you and Tobio were sharing, all while thinking about the scoop they had on their hands.
It didn't take long for a wicked grin to surface on the paparazzo's lips as they studied the photos they had taken.
After all, you were the step-sister of Argentina's superstar Oikawa Tōru and the former girlfriend of Japan's heartthrob Miya Atsumu.
Most volleyball fans were aware that your name had been dragged into the sports tabloid because of how poorly your relationship with your now-ex-boyfriend had ended and, before that, because of a private rift with your step-brother.
What will the two setters think when they see the pictures of you smooching their historical rival plastered all over Japan's sports websites?
originally from my HQ characters + their secret relationships collection
Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime/reader (haikyuu!!)
word count: 8.2k
rating: E (18+, minors DNI)
tags: gangbang, dry humping, oral f!receiving, edging, unsafe sex, creampie, mentions of alcohol, consensual sex while mildly under the influence, voyeurism kinda?, makki and mattsun are bad roommates
a/n: this is the filthiest thing i've ever written! sorry!
CROSSPOSTED TO AO3
Through the trials and tribulations of first-hand experience, you’ve come to the conclusion that there is no such thing as a good roommate or a bad roommate — instead of a binary, it’s more like an ever-fluctuating spectrum that exists between the two.
Some roommates are tidy but loud; others are messy, but beyond the disaster they leave in the kitchen after every meal they cook you hardly notice they’re there; some roommates respect your privacy and belongings, but insist on keeping their lube in the fridge next to your orange juice.
In short: it’s never black and white.
Ultimately, living with roommates is just an unfortunate inevitability — though if you could afford to live alone as a broke university student, you would — and you have to learn to adjust your lifestyle to cope with it.
Living with strangers is a bit weird, like your first roommate freshman year: a tiny girl who was perfectly pleasant to cohabitate with, and said almost nothing beyond the absolute nightmare fuel she used to mutter in her sleep on the other side of your shared shoe-box of a dorm room. You, decidedly, preferred living with friends whom you knew and trusted not to tell you they were going to kill you in their sleep.
Which is precisely how, after moving out of your dorm first year after realizing residence just wasn’t for you, you ended up moving in with two of your best friends from high school: Hanamaki Takahiro and Matsukawa Issei.
Living with members of the opposite sex presented an entirely new spectrum of difficulty, to be sure. But you knew Makki and Mattsun, you’d been friends since you were 15, and you’d long grown used to their antics and eccentricities. So all in all, the three of you made a pretty solid trio of housemates — so solid in fact that your cohabitation somehow managed to endure all the way through to your senior year.
Which is how you find yourself on the phone with a friend in the kitchen of your three-bedroom apartment just off campus in the early afternoon, AirPods in, tidying up some dishes that someone (probably Makki) left out that morning before heading to class. Your lab that morning was cancelled, and rather than make your way to campus for the one other class you had scheduled that day, you decided to treat yourself and play hooky for once.
“His name was soooo long, too,” your friend’s plaintive voice sighs from the other end of the call, in the process of regaling you with the story of a dating app hookup gone wrong the evening prior. “And I only called him ‘daddy’ because I didn’t know if we were close enough to nickname him, and somehow that felt less personal!”
You huff out a little breath of air, halfway to a chuckle, twirling the slightly damp towel that you’d just finished drying the dishes with between your hands. “What’s the point of a boy even having a name if it isn’t moanable?”
Your friend’s tittering laugh resounds through your headphones and you giggle along with her, a sly smile pinching at your cheeks at your own joke.
Movement in the corner of your eye startles you, and you whip around suddenly to see Hiro (aforementioned dish-leaver and everyday bane of your existence) leaning in the doorway as though waiting for you to notice him, both hands tucked down the front of his grey sweatpants. He looks at you with a single eyebrow drawn up.
“Jesus christ, make your presence known you creep — No, not you,” you assure your friend on the other line when she makes an indignant, confused noise. You roll your eyes after tossing a brief glare at the boy still standing in the doorway, looking as pleased as ever. “Makki was lurking behind me.”
You quickly end your call with your friend once you realize that your nosy roommate has no intention of going anywhere anytime soon, popping your headphones out from your ears and turning to look at him with an unimpressed scowl on your face.
The corner of his mouth quirks up, the exact opposite of your own.
“So, moanable names, huh?”
You huff, annoyed that not only was he eavesdropping but now he was trying to make some sort of group discussion of the indignity. “Fuck off.”
“No, no. Tell me more.” Makki slides a little further into the kitchen, grinning down at you. “Is my name moanable?”
“Makki, I swear to god,” you try to sound threatening but it just comes out exasperated. You’re used to his antics — you’ve been friends for long enough that you’ve simply become acclimatized to the garden-variety chaos he seems to exude at all times, but this conversation felt like it was toeing a lie that you didn’t want to cross.
“I didn’t even know this was something girls care about, so help me out here,” he said, cajoling you further. “Friend to friend, I gotta know. Tell me.”
“No as in it’s not moanable? Or no as in you won’t tell me?” he pesters on, and you only get more flustered and annoyed as he bullies you a little further into the corner of the kitchen where the counter meets the stove in an L-shape.
“No as in there’s no way in hell I’m having this conversation with you.”
You hit him with the dish towel in your hands, though not hard enough to do any real damage, and he yelps but he’s still grinning all the while.
“Now what’s going on in here?” a deep voice full of mirth pries your attention away from the strawberry blonde crowding over you, and your gaze lands on your second roommate.
Mattsun is leaning against the doorframe in much the same way Makki had been only a moment prior, still wearing his jacket — he must have just gotten back from his morning class, though you hadn’t heard him come in.
If you’d been hoping for salvation in his sudden appearance, the smirk on Matsukawa’s face all but dashes that aspiration.
Once Makki gets him up to speed, he all too delightedly joins in.
“It’s really not that hard of a question,” Mattsun drawls, cocking his head to the side. He’s still on the opposite end of the room, a full six feet or more away from you, but his presence is just as stifling as if he was hovering over you like Makki presently found himself. “We’d tell you if you were the one asking, you know.”
Your lips part a little, and a terrible, treacherously inquisitive voice in the back of your mind tells you that you should ask — that you want to know if they think your name is moanable.
You bury the thought as quickly as it surfaces, choking it back with your indignation.
“Well I’m not asking, and I have no plans to — now or ever,” you shove a little against Makki’s chest to give yourself a bit more space. He hardly budges.
Why are your friends all so fucking tall?
“Well, it is.”
You blink, eyes flickering up towards Hiro who had said the words.
“Your name,” he explains, pressing the tip of his pointer finger to the furrow that had made itself known upon your brow, reading the signs of your confusion without you needing to openly express them. “Super moanable.”
“Agreed,” Mattsun pipes in unprompted from the doorway, and your eyes flicker over to see his smirk had given way to a full-on grin — wolfish though it may be.
You snap out of your stupor and smack Hiro’s hand away, throwing your dishtowel right in his face as you shoulder by him towards the door, glowering at Mattsun on your way past for good measure.
You storm off, footfalls heavy on the floor of the hallway as you go, and slam the door behind you once you make it into the sanctuary of your own bedroom.
You’re mad at both of them — borderline fuming as you throw yourself down atop your unmade bed.
Because it’s awkward.
They both have perfectly moanable names.
You know it.
They know it.
Hell, you hear their hookups do it often enough through the paper-thin walls of your three-bedroom to say it with an almost unfair degree of certainty. Walls so thin it’s like you can see through them — can see all the ways the two boys you’ve known for years are making those girls you’ll never actually get the opportunity to properly meet scream.
Admittedly, you hear cries of Issei more often than Hiro, but the latter is always more ragged, more desperately obscene than the former. The sounds echo through the apartment so clearly that not even your noise cancelling headphones are enough to drown them out some nights, and you find yourself falling asleep to the mortifying thought of what it might be like to be the one who was screaming their names.
You bury your burning face in your pillow at the thought and resist the urge to shriek.
The rest of your day is spent hiding in your room; watching Netflix on your laptop, taking sporadic naps, and rationing the water in the bottle you kept on your bedside table to stave off the need to leave your bed for as long as humanly possible.
There’s a bit of noise that drifts into your room throughout the afternoon, specifically in the evening as two familiar voices join the other two that had been in the apartment for most of the day. Oikawa and Iwaizumi were supposed to come over to drink and play video games that night, and their arrival had crept up on you faster than anticipated.
About half an hour after they land, you get a text from Iwa asking if you’re gonna come out and join them, but you ignore it and pretend to be asleep.
Eventually the water bottle goes dry, and you can’t ignore the grumbling of your stomach any longer, and when you think the coast is clear — shouts in the living room telling you that the boys are likely distracted by whatever game they were playing —you slink out of your room to grab a snack from the kitchen.
You’re quiet as you pry open your bedroom door, careful to avoid the parts of the floor along the way which you know are a little creaky and might give you away. You’re so focused on where you’re stepping that you don’t notice a figure stepping out from the bathroom until you’re colliding with a broad, muscular chest that smells like expensive cologne and fabric softener. You squeak in surprise, looking up to see Oikawa grinning down at you.
“Going somewhere, sleeping beauty?” he teases you, and you stumble back from him.
“I was just, uh, I just wanted to get something to eat,” you say quietly, nodding towards the doorway to the kitchen at the other end of the hall.
Oikawa takes a step forward, bullying you with his much larger frame back towards the living room.
“We’ve got plenty of snacks to share,” he says with a knowing smirk that makes your skin prickle, and you wonder just how much of your altercation earlier in the afternoon Mattsun and Makki had already shared with him. “And now that you’re awake you can join us!”
You sigh in defeat, following along behind him to where the other three boys are waiting in the living room.
The coffee table is already covered in empty beer cans and bowls of half-eaten snacks, and your eyes immediately hone in on a bowl of the pretzel sticks you’d been hoping to snag from the kitchen on your pilgrimage that had been unceremoniously derailed.
“Look who finally decided to join us,” Oikawa chirps as he flops himself back onto the couch next to Issei, whose attention remains focused on the screen in front of him as he and Hiro (who was seated in the chair beside the sofa) went 1v1 on some combat game you never really got into.
Iwaizumi looks up from his place on the floor, spotting you hovering in the doorway and shooting you a little smile. He pats the open space on the floor beside him and you resignedly shuffle over to join him.
“Did you have a good nap?” he asks with a laugh as you sit crosslegged to his left.
You nod curtly. “Can you pass me the pretzels?”
You settle in with the bowl in your lap once he hands it to you, popping a salty snack into your mouth and risking a glance at your two roommates on the other side of the room. Neither of them appear bothered or otherwise moved by your sudden appearance, and they seem to have let your earlier conversation go. Mattsun even brings you back a beer after his next trip into the kitchen, which you accept — cracking the can open and carefully sipping the carbonation that fizzles up over the rim.
Your empty stomach from barricading yourself in your room all afternoon means that the beer hits you faster than the pretzel sticks you and Iwa were sharing, and before you know it all the tension you’d been feeling in your shoulders has fizzled away like the bubbles in the beer you’re all drinking.
You really should have seen it coming.
“So,” Oikawa drawls, draping himself over the arm of the sofa overhead, leaning towards you. “Do I have a moanable name?”
And you’re mortified.
Makki does nothing to conceal his laughter at your horrified expression. Mattsun’s smirk is thinly veiled at best. Iwa (the only one you’re leaving in your will, decidedly) tells them to fuck off and drop it, his voice gruff and firm.
“I think as a friend we have a right to know these things, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa counters his friend’s command, holding a hand to his chest. “Don’t you want to know?
“I don’t care,” Iwa bites back, but there’s the slightest waver in it, the furtive way that he steals a glance at you that betrays the comment’s sincerity.
“God, fine!” you huff out, exasperated and embarrassed and ready to just put this entire conversation to rest once and for all. “I’m sure you all have moanable names — happy now?”
The boys take pause at that.
“But which one of us has the most moanable name?” Makki asks with a smirk, leaning forward in his seat to leer at you. The look in his eyes is predatory, and makes something in you rise like panic, but without the actual fear of any danger.
Anticipation, you realize. That’s what you’re feeling.
Their video game has been abandoned now, one controller dangling loosely from Makki’s hand while Issei’s has been discarded on the coffee table.
Their eyes are all on you.
“I- I don’t know that, you perv!” you squeak out, heat climbing so quickly in your cheeks it’s making you dizzy, and you’re uncertain if it’s the beer or the blood rush that’s to blame. Maybe both. “Who am I to judge that?”
Your eyes flicker to Mattsun.
“Judge it, I mean,” he adds when he sees the blank look on your face.
“Wh- how?” you squeak out, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. The atmosphere in the room has changed, become charged, in the few moments since the subject had come up.
“Moan for us,” Oikawa says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
You blink, absolutely bewildered by the request.
“Moan for us, please?” Oikawa stretches forward, his hand cupping your cheek. He looks so sweet and beseeching as his thumb presses down into your bottom lip.
“Why me?” you manage to ask through the pulse pounding in your throat.
“You’re the only girl, so you’re the only one who can do it, y’know, authentically,” Makki says from his seat. Your eyes flicker over to him, Oikawa’s thumb still prodding against your mouth. “Plus you’re hot.”
You roll your eyes, but you undeniably feel a shiver run through you when none of the other men in the room make any efforts to dispute his claim.
“So?” Mattsun asks, and the single word is so loaded that you feel like it sucks all the air from the room.
Oikawa finally pulls away from you, and the five of you sit quietly for a moment.
You have no idea what makes you say it. Maybe it’s the alcohol in your bloodstream, maybe it’s something more depraved that was already inside of you long before you brought the can of beer to your lips that evening, the same thing that occasionally had your fingers creeping into your panties on the nights that your headphones aren’t enough to hide the sounds coming from your roommates’ bedrooms.
Something shifts in the room the minute you agree, like a spark catching on a pool of gasoline.
Oikawa laughs, the sound absolutely delighted and conniving, from his seat on the sofa.
“How far are we taking this?” Iwa asks gruffly, your eyes flickering over to him as he sits beside you. He looks reluctant.
“That’s up to her,” Makki says, nodding in your direction.
“Whaddya say?” Mattsun asks, eyes trailing all the way up your body before landing on your face. A little twitch at the corner of his already smirking mouth, ticking upward to make the curl of his lip a little more feral. “It’s your call: how far will you let us go, sweetheart?”
Your mouth feels too dry to form a response.
“First base?” Oikawa asks sweetly, leaning over the edge of the sofa once more as his fingers skirt up your arm. His touch ghosts over the swell of your breasts, right where the neckline of your tank top dips down, but only grazes you lightly enough to leave you squirming and unsatisfied.
Your breath hitches as you feel the warmth of his lips on your neck, your head lolling to the side instinctively — but the touch is so brief that you’d almost consider it chaste if not for the way his hand had slithered down to cup your pussy through the material of your leggings, brazen and self-assured.
“Second?” he poses a another question, murmuring the words directly into your skin, even though you’d never responded to the first.
He pulls away when you say nothing, your thighs clenching unconsciously to trap the pressure of his hand where it rests between your legs. His eyes are alight with something entirely too devious to look so tender as he locks gazes with you.
“Oh, you’re letting us go all the way,” he breathes the knowing words out like a prayer, honeyed and exalted.
“Don’t assume things, pervykawa,” Iwa snaps, but his voice is tighter than it had been a moment prior.
“Go on then,” Oikawa urges you, nosing at the edge of your jaw before pressing another featherlight kiss to your throat. “Tell us.”
You let a little noise out at way he presses his hand down a little firmer between your legs, your hips rolling against the pressure instinctively. Your eyes flutter closed, and when they open again, you’re acutely aware of the four men whose attentions are intently focused on you.
You swallow hard, fixing your eyes on the floor to avoid their esurient gazes.
“You can do whatever you want.”
They draw pretzels to decide the order. Four broken sticks held tight in Iwaizumi’s curled fist for them to pick from. Longest stick goes last, and the shortest first. You feel the blood drain from your face when you see who’s holding up the fated stub to start the endeavour off.
Matsukawa seems far less hesitant than you as he beckons you over into his lap. You shakily crawl a bit closer to him across the floor and then pause.
You’ve made out with Mattsun a few times over the years, mostly when you were high or a little tipsy — but it was always lazy and pointless and just for fun.
This was different.
There was a purpose to this — a goal that effectively erased all of the boundaries that normally existed between you and your friends.
“You, I-I… you can’t go first,” you say, your tone panicked as you slowly process the facts in front of you.
Mattsun smirks at you from his place on the couch, leaning down so his face is closer to yours.
“And why’s that?”
Your eyes widen, flickering to the other boys around the room who are watching you squirm with varying looks of interest - Oikawa’s smirk in particular is acutely sadistic from the other end of the sofa.
“You’re too big,” you say quietly, too much breath behind the words to make them anything more than a whisper.
You’ve heard the conversations they’ve had about the size of Mattsun’s cock over the years, and though you’ve never seen it in full view, you’ve caught him half-hard in his sweatpants first thing in the morning enough times to know they weren’t exaggerating when they called him massive.
“What was that?” Issei feigns ignorance, holding a hand up to his ear. “Repeat yourself, so we can all hear you a bit better.”
“You can’t go first,” you repeat yourself adamantly, but it’s not the part that Matsukawa wanted to hear you say, and he clicks his tongue admonishingly.
“Sure I can,” he drawls, holding up the piece of pretzel that he’d pulled, by far the shortest of the four that had been tucked into Iwaizumi’s curled palm, “it’s the luck of the draw.”
Issei extends his hand to you, and eventually you take it, allowing him to guide you up onto the sofa so you’re straddling his lap. His hands settle on your waist, thumbs dipping under the hem of your tank top to brush against the skin underneath.
“There you go,” he says, smiling up at you toothily as you brace yourself on his broad shoulders. “That wasn’t so hard was it?”
This is familiar enough. You’ve sat on his lap before, felt the way his palms flatten and slide down down down to palm your ass through the material of your leggings. He’s not smiling anymore as he peers up at you — no, that look has been replaced with something hungrier as his eyes flutter down to your lips.
You lean forward and kiss him.
Issei is a good kisser.
He has been since the first time the two of you made out in the backyard of a house party in high school when you were both drunk off of pitifully meagre amounts of liquor you’d convinced one the boys’ old volleyball senpai’s to buy for you. His lips are just as soft as they were back then, and he takes his time — focusing on your lips for what feels like an eternity before even thinking to swipe his tongue forward, pressing into your mouth gently in a gesture you’re all too happy to reciprocate.
Your lips start to burn from the way Issei nips and sucks at them, pulling away and watching with a heavy-lidded fascination as he lets your swollen bottom lip snap back into place as it slips from his teeth. You writhe in his lap.
You feel hot.
Too hot for someone who lives in a drafty apartment and isn’t wearing that many clothes to begin with.
You feel like you’re melting when Mattsun leans forward and presses a kiss to the hollow of your throat, his teeth biting down into the skin.
“Issei,” when his name finally slips out from your parted, stinging lips, it’s a whimper more than a moan. You head lolls back as your eyes flutter shut.
“Come on, that doesn’t count and you know it, sweetheart,” he says, the words smug and smothered by your skin between his teeth.
“He hasn’t even touched you yet and you’re this whiny,” Oikawa chuckles breathlessly from the other end of the sofa, and for the first time you remember that the two of you aren’t alone. Your eyes flash over to the young man only a few feet away from you, watching your face carefully.
“Hey,” a hand on your chin guides your face back towards the boy whose lap you’re perched on top of. Issei’s dark eyes bore into yours, his lips pink and swollen in a way that you’re sure yours also mirror. “Why are you looking at him when I’m right here? You distracted or something?”
Issei places the hand not holding your chin on the small of your back, pulling you forward at the same time that he ruts his own hips up. You gasp as you feel the pressure of his hard cock pressing against your clothed cunt. Even through the layers of clothing separating you, you can feel just how big he is.
“O-Oh my god, Issei, you’re…” you let out a strangled yelp, your train of thought lost as he repeats the same roll of his hips as before.
“Seems like I’ve got your full attention now,” Mattsun laughs, but his words are a little hoarser than they were before, a little more laboured. He grunts as you press your chest into his, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him again, your hips continuing the same steady pace that he’d set for you both.
You should be embarrassed how quickly the knot in your stomach builds up while you grind against Matsukawa’s lap, or at the very least embarrassed that you have an audience to the entire spectacle, but the heat thrumming through your veins makes you shameless and desperate. Mattsun moves with purpose and an almost inhuman precision, riling you up so fast that you find yourself on the brink of cumming and all of your clothes are still on.
His teeth bite down into the flesh of your shoulder at the exact moment the outline of the head of his cock ruts directly against your clit.
“Issei!” you throw your head back, gasping at the feeling.
“That was a moan!” Oikawa says with a sudden sharp clap of his hands, shattering the intimacy of the heated moment.
Before you know what’s happening you’re being pulled off Issei, who can only groan in response, his hands trying to cling to you as you’re pried from his lap.
“No, no, please I-“
“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good, too. Better even,” Oikawa smiles at you as he cuts off your desperate babbling, but it’s sharp and predatory as he lays you out on the sofa, flat on your back.
Your thighs are shaking, panties sticking between your legs as he crawls over you.
“Isn’t that right, Cherry-chan?”
You have half a mind to kick him off the couch just for the nickname, and call the whole thing off.
You dated Oikawa in high school, much to both of your dismay now that you’re older and wiser and not virgins. And he’d started calling you the pet name not long after you’d started seeing each other — citing the way your cheeks would always flush a telling, rosy hue at the slightest bit of provocation. You’d actually found it sort of sweet, until you learned (way later than you should have) that the nickname came from the fact he popped your cherry, not because you looked like one.
But you’re too worked up to do either of those things, and instead you fist the material of his t-shirt and pull him down towards you to crash his lips to yours.
Oikawa shows none of the patience that Mattsun showed in the preamble, immediately working the waistband of your pants down over your hips, underwear along with it. Before you know it, you’re naked from the waist down and Tooru is sinking to his knees on the floor between your parted thighs.
He wastes no time. Oikawa Tooru is a man who knows what he wants, and he has been for as long as you’ve known him.
Unyielding in the pursuit of his goals.
And what he wants right now?
To break you apart.
Maybe it’s because of how worked up Mattsun had gotten you, maybe it’s the skillful way Oikawa uses this mouth, but in no time at all you find yourself on the edge.
“Oh my god, oh — haa — my god,” you’re babbling as the boy between your legs sucks your clit into his mouth. You’re trying your best to be quiet as you speak, all things considered; not quite moaning yet, though you’re uncertain as to whether or not it’s because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction, or that you know the moment you do you’ll be denied yours again.
“You taste so good.” Tooru licks a long stripe up your pussy with his unfairly talented tongue, flicking the tip against your sensitive clit as he reaches the top. “So sweet.”
You keen, back arching up off the sofa as he curls two long fingers inside of you without much warning beyond the brief glimpse of him wetting them with his mouth.
You’re going to cum.
You’re going to cum.
“Then do it,” Oikawa says, peering up at you lustfully from his place between your thighs, his tongue flicking out to lave against your clit again. You didn’t even realize you’d said it out loud.
Tooru spits into the hand that’s not currently three knuckles deep inside of you, and shifts slightly as he reaches down out of sight. The slick sound of him pumping his cock fills the room along with the obscene noises of him lapping at your cunt. The fact that he’s getting off on this as much as you are makes you feel even more unhinged.
When you finally cum, you feel like you’re going to die.
“Tooru!” you cry out, unable to hold the moan back any longer even in spite of your best efforts. Your thighs clamp around his head as your hips buck up against his face, back arching like a bow string drawn taught. Your hands tangle in his soft brown hair while you ride out the wave of heat that rips through your body.
You’re too far gone to worry that you’re going to be interrupted, but it doesn’t matter: the boys around the room are watching with such a fascinated intensity that none of them dare to interrupt.
“Look at that,” Makki breathes.
“Shit,” Mattsun grunts out an agreement as you struggle to catch your breath.
Oikawa’s hand has sped up it’s frantic passes along his cock, and when he shifts up to his knees on the floor below you, you catch sight of it for the first time since you were a teenager: still long and curved and nicely pink at the head, glossy with the precum oozing out of it.
“Like what you see?” he rasps out when he catches the way your eyes have travelled down to his dick, the muscles in his abdomen clenching to make them even more defined in a way that you’re uncertain is intentional or instinctive.
You nod weakly.
“Cum on me, Tooru.”
His muscles tense again.
“Where?” his pretence of nonchalance is fractured by the way his voice cracks, a pretty hand wrapped around the base of his equally pretty cock to keep himself from cumming before you tell him exactly where you want it.
“My tits,” you breathe, eyes flickering up to his feral gaze, “cum on my tits.”
One of his hands wraps around your knee, tugging you to the edge of the sofa where you’re still lying flat on your back. Your shirt rucks up slightly in the scramble, but his other hand tugs your tank top the rest of the way up over your chest, positioning himself over you between your spread legs as he pumps his hand hard and fast one, two, three times more before you feel the first spatter of cum hit your sweat-dampened skin.
You watch as he rests back on his haunches, reaching up to push his ruffled hair back from his face.
Tooru smirks, dragging a long finger through the mess he made on your chest — probably writing his name in it — as he speaks again.
“I don’t remember you being so lewd when we were in high school, Cherry-chan.”
“I don’t remember you being able to make me cum when we were in high school, either. Guess things change,” you say, and your words would have been more cutting if you were a little less breathless. Your hand reaches up and cards through Tooru’s impossibly soft hair, but what could have been a tender moment turns cutting when you curl your fingers in the tresses and tug hard — Oikawa looks like he’s holding back a moan. “And stop calling me that.”
“Here,” a voice says softly from beside you, pulling your attention away from the obnoxious boy who’d just made you cum. You let your head loll to the side to see Iwa handing you a bit of tissue. You have no idea when or where he got them from, but you thank him, watching the way his eyes follow your careful motions as you clean yourself up.
“You missed a spot,” Oikawa says, dipping down and dragging his tongue across your breast, maintaining eye contact with his best friend while he does it. You whimper a little at the way his teeth graze you when he suckles your nipple into his mouth — just for the hell of it.
“Alright, enough rekindling that old flame,” Makki says, eager for his own turn, before grabbing Oikawa by the collar of his shirt and dragging away from you. The brown-haired boy makes an indignant squawk as he’s so unceremoniously uprooted, but you have virtually no time to process it before Hiro is pulling you up to your feet and maneuvering you over to his seat, flopping down and pulling you into his lap along with him.
“Take this off,” he says, tugging at the shirt bunched up over your chest. He helps guide it up over your head properly and then he appraises you for a moment, moulding his hand to the shape of your breast.
He sighs, and it sounds soft and almost dreamy. You don’t trust it at all.
If Issei and Oikawa had been determined to unravel you as quickly as possible, Hiro is the opposite — he touches you like he wants to drive you to the brink, but never quite allow you to go over.
“‘Atta girl, just like that,” Hiro breathes as his thumb rubs infuriatingly slow circles into your clit, his other hand guiding the thick head of his cock through the slick of your slit. His shirt is long gone, but his sweatpants had only been tugged down around his knees — unsurprisingly he’d not been wearing underwear beneath them.
He’s been teasing you like this for what felt like an eternity, painstakingly circling your clit, rolling your nipples between his teeth, laving his tongue over the bite marks he’d littered across your collarbones to match the one’s Issei had made while you mewled. He appeased your needy whines with the occasional dip of his tip pressing into you, a little bit of a burn each time as you adjusted to the intrusion, you still feel too empty.
“H-hiro, please. I need it,” you’re almost sobbing as you plead to him. Hell, you are sobbing — the words mangled and watery as your fingers tangle their way into Makki’s perpetual bedhead.
“Nah, you don’t,” Makki says. “You can cum like this.”
“I don’t want to,” you warble, fingernails raking bluntly over his scalp. “Wanna cum on yo-on your cock.”
That makes him falter, slipping a little bit further inside you due to nothing but pure shock. You feel his cock twitch as you sink halfway down it.
“Oh I felt that,” you keen, tossing your head back and dropping your hips down onto him as much as his vice grip on your waist will allow — which isn’t much. “Please Hiro. I know you want to.”
“‘Course I want to,” he groans, thrusting shallowly into the tight heat between your legs. “But you’re so pretty like this, all wrecked and desperate. Who’re you begging for?”
“You,” you murmur, kissing up his throat to his jaw, sliding little pecks all the way across to his mouth. “It’s for you Hiro — so please just fuck me.”
“I don’t have a condom on,” Hiro hisses out through clenched teeth. “And I’m out.”
“I’ve got some,” Mattsun drawls from his spot on the couch and your half-lidded gaze lands on him. He licks his lips as you make eye contact, your walls clenching around the tip of Hiro’s cock that’s still half-inside you.
“Fuck you,” Makki spits, not to you, and you all know why. Mattsun is the only man in the room that would fit into the king size condoms tucked into his bedside drawer.
“I don’t care,” you keen, head lolling back.
He’s halfway in already, no condom in sight. Was it your finest hour? The most shining example of reason you’d ever set? No. But you were three quarters of the way through letting your four best friends have their way with you, so it’s fair to say that logic and reason were well beyond you by that point.
“Really?” Hiro’s voice is comically pitchy as he croaks the question out, desperate and hopeful.
“Just don’t cum inside me, ‘kay?” You nod, leaning forward and resting your forehead against his. He rolls his hips a little deeper than before, not all the way, but fuller than he’d been filling you up until that point.
“You got it, princess.”
Makki’s cock may not be the most impressive in the room, but god does he know how to use it. The first thrust to the hilt he makes has you crying out — a pitiful, broken sound that rips from somewhere deep in your chest.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” Hiro moans, pulling out just to repeat the same toe-curling accuracy he’d executed on the first thrust. Three more and you’re ready to snap, and the softest pressure of his thumb on your clit has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
“Hiro, H-Hiro, Hiro!” you moan his name as you come undone, nails digging into the soft flesh of his shoulders as you scrabble for purchase in the pale skin.
“Fuck, fuck,” Hiro chokes out, managing two more sloppy thrusts through your orgasm before he’s pulling out of you and cumming all over his own tightly-drawn abs.
You crumple forward, hands gripping the back of the chair as your sweat-slicked chest meets Makki’s. His hands immediately reaching around to stroke your back as the two of you struggle to catch your breaths.
It’s an unusually gentle gesture, and you find yourself melting into his touch — though careful not to get the cum splattered across his skin onto yours.
“Wow,” he says with a huff of a laugh, the warm breath fanning against your ear. “Your pussy’s unreal.”
You pull back, looking at him through narrowed eyes.
Way to ruin the moment.
You flick him on the forehead, right between his brows.
You stand up onto unsteady legs and almost immediately stumble, but a strong arm around your waist keeps you upright.
You turn in the aforementioned grip to see Iwa supporting you.
“Hi, Iwa,” you say softly, for lack of anything better to say, a delirious smile on your flushed face.
“Hi,” he repeats the greeting with a sweet chuckle. He says your name quietly, and you feel something stir in the pit of your stomach. “You good?”
“Mhm,” you hum, with a little nod, very aware of the way his stiff cock is pressing into your hip as he holds you.
You wait for a second before stretching up to press your lips to his.
He freezes momentarily — like even after everything he’d just witnessed he wasn’t quite expecting it — before responding in kind, kissing you deeply and holding you a little bit tighter.
You stay like that, making out in the middle of the living room, before Iwa sweeps you up into his arms. Your legs wrap around his waist as he holds you like it’s effortless and carefully he leans down, laying you out across the floor — hardly breaking the kiss all the while.
Iwa steals a pillow off the couch — you think it’s Oikawa who hands it to him but you can’t be sure — nestling it under your hips to angle them up and protect them from the hard floor underneath.
“Is this okay?” he asks, though he barely separates from your mouth to speak the words, so soft and quiet and close that it’s like you’re the only person in the world who’s meant to hear them.
You nod a little bit, your fingers tracing through his short hair while he’s hovering over you.
“We can stop here, you know,” he says, brushing his nose against yours. “You’ve done so much already.”
You panic a little, your grip on his hair tightening.
“No,” you say, voice pitching up in your fluster. “Please, Hajime. I want you to fuck me.”
Iwa swallows hard, leaning back on his knees as he tugs his sweatshirt up over his head.
You’re wet and more than ready for him when he finally presses in — but there’s still a delicious stretch as he carves his way inside of you that has you arching up underneath him, grabbing his corded shoulders to ground yourself.
“Oh,” Iwa gasps out as he feels the way you’re wrapped around him, sucking him in.
You whimper as he pulls back only slightly before rutting into you again, sending you sliding up on the carpet, the burn against your shoulder blades little more than a dull ache even if you know you’ll feel it acutely in the morning.
“More, Iwa,” you plead to him breathlessly. “I want you.”
“You’ve got me,” he replies hoarsely, but he still obliges your request readily, looping your knees over his forearms and bending you in half. The change forces a sound out of you that’s so carnal it even takes you by surprise.
He’s so deep at this angle, you swear you can feel the tip of his cock hitting your diaphragm — anatomical possibilities be damned. Your throat is tight, breath hitching with every slow, calculated thrust inside of you as he takes his time.
“Ha-“ your moan is cut off before you can say his name, his hand pressing against your swollen lips to trap the word behind them unspoken.
“Sorry, baby,” Iwa murmurs, eyes tracing over your wrecked face. “I just don’t want this to end too quick, okay?”
You can only nod underneath his palm as it covers your mouth, tears of exertion gathering along your lash line and dripping back towards your temple.
“Be good for me,” his words are strained, tendons in his neck flexing as he swallows hard and rolls his hips down into yours once more.
If any of the boys want to complain about how this is breaking some unspoken rule, they don’t. A silence so profound has settled over the room that you wonder if they’re even breathing.
Iwa fucks you languidly — tenderly. Like he’s savouring every slick slide into your cunt for all the moment is worth. He’s groaning openly, the sounds occasionally muffled by your skin as he presses hot open mouthed kisses to every inch of it he can reach - your mouth is still covered by his heavy hand, so he focuses his attention on your jaw, your throat, your tits.
He doesn’t care about the competition, the way he’s taking his time makes that clear, but when he finally removes his hand and you moan — properly moan — it’s a sound so high and sweet you can almost feel the shiver that runs down the length of his spine.
“Shit,” the grunted curse isn’t from Iwa, who is still rocking his hips into yours, but rather Makki — who had begun shamelessly jerking himself off again on the other side of the living room.
You cum for the third time that night, but it’s no less impressive than the first two. Your vision goes from black to white with how hard your eyes squeeze shut, and Iwa moans your name out when he feels the way you clench around his cock — so tight he can barely keep fucking you through it. Your legs wind themselves around his hips and keep him still as you writhe through your peak.
“‘M gonna cum,” he grunts out through clenched teeth, hands moving to try and pry your legs away, “baby, I’m gonna cum, you gotta-“
“Inside,” you keen, “cum inside me, Haji.”
With a defeated, wanton groan he nods, rolling against you again— it’s harder this time, more frantic.
“You sure?” he manages to bite the words out though it seems to take every last ounce of resolve he has, hands pressed into the carpet on either side of your head as he leans over you fucking you into the floor.
You nod frantically, tears still rolling down your cheeks. Your hands press weakly against the smooth planes of his chest as you feel the first pangs of overstimulation, your fingers scratching into the skin beneath them a little more on every thrust. You loosen the lock of your legs, allowing Iwaizumi a bit more leeway to fuck you harder, and after only a few more bruising thrusts you feel him cum, cock throbbing and filling you up so well that you feel on the verge of bursting.
Iwa collapses on top of you, his face tucked into the crook of your neck as his heavy weight bears down and crushes you into the floor — but you don’t quite mind it.
He gets his bearings soon enough, as though realizing for the first time he might be harming you, rolling onto his side.
His eyes are a little hazy as they rake over your features, a look of concern pinching his handsome face. You can tell without him saying it that he’s worried he went too far, so you reach up and cup his face in your palm with a weak but genuine smile.
You feel a pressure on your knee unexpectedly, gently nudging your legs apart. You look down to see Hiro’s foot coaxing your thighs open, eyes fixed to where Hajime’s cum is dripping out of you. He’s tucked his cock away and pulled his sweatpants up again, meaning he must have finished again at some point, but his lip is stuck out in an obnoxious pout as he looks at you.
“How come he got to nut inside you but I didn’t?” Makki whines, and Oikawa reaches out and smacks the back of his head lightly — shooting him a look that you don’t quite understand.
“I’ll go get a warm cloth to clean you up,” Iwa says to you, pulling your attention back to him as he pushes himself up into a sitting position. He clears his throat a little. “Okay?”
You nod weakly, your exhaustion having finally crept up on you.
“Iwa-chan, get one for me too! My face is still all sticky!” Oikawa calls after Iwa’s retreating form.
“Get it yourself!”
“But Iwa!” Oikawa complains, standing and shuffling after his friend, grumbling about the injustice all the while.
“You need some water?” Makki asks, standing from his seat and peering down at where you’re still laying flat on the floor of your living room. He stretches his arms up over his head, the muscles of his upper body flexing under his skin as he does so. You nod, hissing a little as you pull yourself upright.
“Yes, please,” your throat is hoarse so you say the words a little weakly, and you wince as you feel more cum seep out of you and smear along the tops of your thighs. Makki nods and saunters off towards the kitchen, but you could have sworn you spotted a little blush along the tops of his cheeks before he left.
You sigh a little bit, blinking away some of the residual wetness in your eyes.
A figure appears in the periphery of your blurry vision, and you turn, peering upwards.
Mattsun grins down at you, his towering height only amplified by your position on the floor. He tilts his head to the side.
“Kinda unfair that I’m the only one who didn’t get to cum, you know.”
He crouches down beside you, his eyes trailing all the way up your body until he reaches your flushed, tearstained face. He cups your cheek in his hand, the pad of his thumb swiping away a lone tear still clinging to your skin. He brings the thumb up to his lips, and you watch raptly as his tongue sweeps out to taste the brine from his fingertip.
Your stomach clenches.
“Think you’re ready for me now, sweetheart?”
None of you even seem to notice that the competition had been all but forgotten.
⤷ oikawa, akaashi, kenma, iwaizumi; [gn!reader]
warnings/genre: fluff, pda (iwaizumi + kenma), oiks and the reader are in the shower together but it’s not sexual, mentions of jealousy in iwa’s
notes: please reblog !! i’ll pinky promise to give u my first born <3 /j
call him pretty boy. call him pretty boy. call-
he’s really easy to fluster tbh he just won’t admit it
1000/10 v cute when he’s flustered
“baby?” he hums, stepping into the living room, where you’re currently sitting. your eyes don’t leave the tv screen, though you’re listening to him nonetheless.
“yeah?” you respond, eventually looking over to him. a towel hangs around his hips, his hair dripping, and a bottle of his shampoo in one hand.
“you- uhm,” it’s now that you notice the blush coating his cheeks, turning the tips of his ears pink. “do you wanna wash my hair?”
it takes a moment for you to understand. earlier, he’d mentioned the long day he’d had, and you assumed that’s why he disappeared to the bathroom to shower. you were right... partially, anyway.
you smile. “yeah, i’ll be there in a minute.”
it didn’t take long before you were stepping into the shower behind him, letting him press a quick kiss the the place between your eyebrows, losing your hands in his wet hair.
he sighs as he leans into you and rests his forehead into the crook of your neck. you can feel his breath against your skin, the ghost of his lips.
“what, do you like that?” a bubbly laugh escapes you.
oikawa doesn’t answer, he just hums as you continue you run your nails through his hair. when you get out, you’ll assume the red coating his face is from the heat of the water... you’ll be wrong.
he’s so soft !! (and easy to fluster)
it’s easier to fluster him in public but it’s so much more fun to do it in private, you’ll get more of a reaction
as opposed to the “akaashi.exe has stopped working” you’ll get in public
“do you know where my—” akaashi didn’t finish the sentence. he had his answer now, emerging from your shared bedroom and his eyes landing on his sweatpants.
the sweatpants that you were wearing.
“hm?” you asked innocently, momentarily unaware of why he was staring at you. “oh, i can take them off if you want. they just looked comfy.”
“no!” akaashi said all too quickly, and then again quieter. “no, you can leave them on. i have a different pair somewhere.”
you just stared at him for a while, trying to make sense of the look on his face. for a moment, you thought that he was anxious or... maybe embarrassed? you couldn’t quite tell.
what you were sure of, however, was that his face was dusted pink all the way to the tips of his ears, and he was playing with his fingers.
he was about to disappear back into the bedroom when you spoke again.
“is everything alright?”
he cleared his throat as his eyes darted to the ground. “yeah, i’m okay. i’m alright.”
if you try to fluster him it won’t work, it’s honestly just random, seemingly insignificant things that make him malfunction
tbh though you can just kiss him and he short circuits </3
also pda,, any small amount of pda,,
“y/n!” iwaizumi called, maneuvering through the crowd of people. it always got like this after games.
despite not being able to see him, you could hear the smile on his face. a similar expression crossed your face as he finally reached you. his hand found the small of your back and he pulled you towards him, staring directly at the random guy that had decided to start flirting with you.
“hi, i’m iwaizumi.” he said, giving a tense smile and holding out his hand.
the stranger introduces himself as well and moves to shake your boyfriend’s hand. you watched iwaizumi’s knuckles turn white with how hard he gripped the other guy’s hand.
its a rare occasion that iwaizumi gets jealous. nevertheless, it’s almost heartbreaking after the fact; he gets insecure and cuddly, giving you a pitiful look that you wouldn’t be able to find in any other situation.
you grab his hand, causing him to look over at your beaming face. a blush begins to creep across his face, but that’s not what does him in.
“he’s actually my boyfriend.” you say, still smiling, like he’s the best thing that ever happened to you.
there might have been more to the conversation — iwaizumi’s not sure, he’s still processing what just happened. the smile on your face is imprinted in his mind by now, but he doesn’t have any complaints about that.
the guy makes up a quick excuse and leaves, giving you an opening to press a quick kiss to iwaizumi’s cheek and begin pulling him away.
pls kiss him while he’s streaming
or really just do anything affectionate while he’s on stream
words cannot describe the pride the fills his chest when his chat explodes with compliments about you, saying how lucky he is
from the next room, you could hear kenma talking and the loud clicks of his keyboard. what you failed to notice was the time; you assumed he was talking to his friends, not streaming.
you knocked lightly on the door, walking on in before he could even answer. he took his headset off on one side and his eyes flicker over to you. a smile crosses his face.
“i’m almost done,” he says. “i cant really pause right now.”
“that’s fine, just missed you.”
you make your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him and setting your chin atop his head. you move to press a kiss to his temple, then glance at his screen. it’s then that you notice that he was not, in fact, just talking to his friends.
you feel your face heat up. quickly, you step out of view of the camera and almost begin to apologize. the laugh that escapes kenma is what stops you.
“i’ll be done soon, promise.” he says, and there’s no denying the blush on his face. kenma looks back over to his computer screen, seeing the comments flood it.
‘wait was that y/n!!!!?!!??!’
‘STFU THEY’RE SO PRETTY??’
‘if he treats them wrong i’m right here </3’
needless to say, “i want someone to look at me like kodzuken looks at y/n” became a popular template for a while.
𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐨𝐡 𝟒 + 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟*𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮
✞ oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, hanamaki takahiro x fem!reader(separate).
✞ cw: fem!reader, smut, fingering, oral (m->f), spitting, mentions of unprotected sex, creampie. not proofread.
✞ tagging: momo 😍😍 @yuki-no-akumu @festive (lmk if you want to be added to the list!)
✞ 𝐓𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚
"when he’s sitting/laying between your spread legs."
Whether you're sitting on the bed or on the countertop, Tooru is quick to slot himself between your legs, trailing his fingers up your thigh. Sitting up, he tugs your shorts down and then he's pushing your soaked panties to the side to run calloused digits up your glistening folds and pulsing clit. Your pussy sucks in his fingers, stretching around them with a loud squelch and coating them in your juices as he smirks at your quiet whimpers.
Tooru loves having you like this because it's easier to get his mouth on you. Laying on the bed, his strong shoulders bracket your legs as he laps at your throbbing clit, your heel digging into his back when his fingers curl against your sweet spot. With two of them fucking in and out of your tight cunt, his tongue pushes and rolls against your bundle of nerves, sucking it into his mouth as you cream and clench around his fingers.
✞ 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢
"when you're sitting pretty in his lap/ between his legs"
Perched in his lap, your back to his chest and legs spread wide for him with your naked cunt on display, is how Hajime loves to finger you. You let him stick his fingers inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around them to get them nice 'n wet just like he asked so he can bury them knuckle deep inside your drooling cunt. A heavy hand wraps around your neck as he rests his chin on your shoulder, he's obsessed with seeing how greedily your pussy swallows up his thick fingers.
Hajime loves having you like this because he can feel more of you while you're sitting between his legs, lips locked in a heated kiss, practiced fingers toying with your tits. The whines slip from your mouth as he continues his assault on your puffy nipples, hips bucking on their own accord and Hajime is quick to slide a hand between your legs, fingers parting your sticky folds to rub circles into your throbbing clit. His cock stirs against your back at the loud squelch your cunt makes when he sinks his fingers inside. Your walls clench snugly around them, happy for the relief but desperate for more.
✞ 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚
"when you're bent over for him"
Your face pressed into his pillows, you're damn near drooling on them as his ringed fingers work you up from behind. By now he's taught you that you should keep your hands out of his way and he gives a hum of satisfaction and a small bite to the fat of your ass for keeping them still despite seeing them twitch with the need to move. Three fingers are stuffed inside your sopping wet cunt, your toes curling as he crooks and prods them against your sweet spot.
Issei loves having you like this because when your pretty pussy drips for him, it's so easy to lean down and lap at your cunt til you're grinding against his face. His tongue and his fingers work in tandem to wring your orgasms, to have you scream your throat hoarse because of his ministrations; his tongue flicking at your clit and thick fingers plunging in and out your greedy hole.
✞ 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢
"when you're laying on top of him"
Straddling his hips, tits pressed to his chest as his warm hands grope and grab whatever part of you he can. Lips locked in a kiss, you start a subtle grind, making him smirk at your impatience. He soothes you with his fingers, the slender digits spread your pussy lips with the middle one splitting the seam to gather your juices. You press yourself closer to him then, deepening the kiss and he's groaning against your mouth as you rock back against the two slender fingers buried in your wet cunt. You whine, your boyfriend swallowing up the sound as the calloused pads massage your sweet spot with an intensity that does nothing but stokes the arousal burning in your tummy.
Hiro loves having you like this because it's easy to slip inside you, to feel your walls cushion and squeeze his cock as he shoves himself to the hilt. It's also much easier to hold you steady when you start to thrash, needs to keep you still so he can wiggle a finger in alongside his length, addicted to feeling your pussy stretch around him as he grinds you on his dick until he's spilling thick spurts of cum inside you.
-ˋˏ things they do in the relationship ˎˊ-
warnings: a little suggestive
goes inside the bathroom when you’re showering
⤷ suga, kageyama, kuroo, yamamoto, OIKAWA, makki, yahaba, kyotani, bokuto, akaashi, ushiwaka, goshiki, shirabu, sakusa, kita, ATSUMU, SUNA, osamu, korai & sachiro
makes dirty jokes all the time
⤷ suga, noya, tanaka, KUROO, yaku, fukunaga, mattsun, FUTAKUCHI, KONOHA, TERUSHIMA, komori, ATSUMU, SUNA & korai
gropes you out of nowhere
⤷ kuroo, mattsun, makki, IWA, yahaba, kunimi, tendo, hayato, sakusa & SUNA
doesn’t hide his dick from when he has a boner
⤷ kuroo, KENMA, oikawa, mattsun, makki, kyotani, futakuchi, bokuto, SAKUSA, komori, aran, ATSUMU, SUNA & SACHIRO
proclaims his love to you 24/7
⤷ noya, tanaka, kai, yamamoto, OIKAWA, kindaichi, bokuto, kita, atsumu & korai
plays with your ass when you’re on your stomach
⤷ yaku, kenma, oikawa, mattsun, iwa, aone, bokuto, konoha, semi, shirabu, KOMORI, aran, gin, SUNA, osamu & SACHIRO
asks for cuddles all the time
⤷ asahi, noya, tsuki, hisashi, yams, kai, kenma, inuoka, OIKAWA, iwa, kunimi, akaashi, goshiki, SAKUSA, ATSUMU, SUNA & SACHIRO
drools on you when he falls asleep
⤷ yams, makki, kindaichi, aone, koganegawa, akaashi, semi, reon, terushima, kita, osamu, akagi, korai & sachiro
picks their noses in front of you
⤷ hinata, noya, fukunaga, lev, makki, futakuchi, atsumu, osamu & korai
pees with the door opened
⤷ suga, kuroo, fukunaga, MATTSUN, MAKKI, iwa, konoha, ushiwaka, terushima, aran, suna & sachiro
farts in front of you
⤷ daichi, kageyama, narita, KUROO, kenma, fukunaga, OIKAWA (then he blames you for it), yahaba, futakuchi, BOKUTO, konoha, goshiki, taichi, komori, aran, gin, ATSUMU, suna, osamu & sachiro
sings off key
⤷ tanaka, hinata, yaku, oikawa, makki & gin
sleeps practically naked
⤷ kuroo, mattsun, makki, kyotani, koganegawa, atsumu & osamu
makes you breakfast all the time
⤷ daichi, asahi, ennoshita, yams, kai, oikawa, IWA, aone, AKAASHI, sakusa, KITA, omimi, OSAMU & SACHIRO
bites you out of nowhere
⤷ noya, kuroo, makki, konoha, komi, tendo, OSAMU, gin, akagi, SUNA, korai & SACHIRO
CAUGHT KISSING IN THE LOCKER ROOM
a/n: i need toshi’s massive hand around my head 😢💔
pairing: haikyuu men x gn!reader
featuring: miya atsumu, oikawa tooru, suna rintaro, ushijima wakatoshi
♡ MIYA ATSUMU
“tsumu! get yer eyes fixed on the ball! (-) hide behind kita-san or somethin’!” osamu yelled across the court, making your face flustered as kita casually stood in front of you, blocking your figure away from atsumu.
“shut yer trap samu! ‘m just not feeling well today!” atsumu yells back but shortly shrugs his shoulder down when he sensed kita’s gaze was locked on him.
right after the practice match, atsumu dragged you into the locker room. he slammed you against the wall with his hand around your head, ignoring the pain he felt on his knuckle.
little mewls left your lips as well as your pretty moans when atsumu’s tongue slipped between your closed lips. you could feel atsumu’s thick thighs were slowly rubbing between your inner thighs, pushing your legs to open.
“ts-tsumu wait” you tried to push him when you heard noises outside the door. but atsumu was too drunk with your scent and kisses.
atsumu’s body jolted and quickly turned his head when he heard osamu, suna, and ginjima opening the door.
“TSUMU ARE YA CRAZY? THE FUCK YER THINKING YER DOING IN THIS SACRED LOCKER-” osamu yelled his lungs out when he saw his brother making out with his best friend.
“atsumu no matter how much you love (-) you shouldn’t-” ginijima interrupts osamu’s yell but halts when suna stepped forward with his phone in his hand, smirking at you and atsumu.
“keep going, ‘m gonna film this and show kita-san”
♡ OIKAWA TOORU
you were heading to the volleyball locker room after finishing up some homework in the library. you waited in the locker room for your boyfriend to return from the practice while just scrolling through your phone.
shortly you could hear food steps over the door along with iwaizumi's voice scolding oikawa on the way.
"stop hittin' me iwa-chan! just wait!" the moment oikawa opened the door, he saw you sitting down on the floor, looking so effortlessly beautiful with glasses.
oikawa then right away slammed the door and stepped over. he scooched down, tilted your chin with his thumb and index, and kissed your pretty lips. slowly breaking the kiss, he whispered; "you look so pretty babe"
and the moment oikawa was about to kiss you or do something more, he was interrupted by the rest of the 3rd years.
they probably wondered what was taking him so long to get his books, but ended up catching his best friend making out with a 1st year.
“SHITTYKAWA ARE YOU INSANE? T-THEY ARE 1ST YEAR” iwaizumi yells, along with makki and mattsun laughing in the background.
oikawa quickly raised both of his hands and tried to explain. “iwachan it’s not what it looks like!!!!”
but all he got was iwaizumi’s scolds with makki and mattsun imitating oikawa and you, slamming each other on the wall as makki tried to kiss mattsun, earning a smack from iwaizumi on their head.
♡ SUNA RINTARO
after suna’s practice, he quickly brought you into the locker room without any words, as for you who was confused and clueless, you just followed where suna was taking you.
the second after the door closed, suna quickly wrapped his large hand around your waist as he started to kiss you.
you tried to push him away because you definitely saw the miyas walking far behind you two just now on the way.
“r-rin stop atsumu and osamu is-” but suna cut you off with a deeper kiss, ignoring the things you were saying.
pulling away from you, suna’s eyes focused on the door slowly opening, seeing osamu and atsumu pushing each other on the way in.
but both of the twins froze on the place and blinked a couple of times to see his best friend’s hand wrapped around their manager’s waist, and their manager’s hand placed on his broad chest.
atsumu was the first one to talk. pointing his fingers at both of you. “y-you” atsumu spoke, along with osamu following him. “s-suna what-”
both of them ended up yelling and laughing as they ran out of the room. “KITA-SAN THEY’RE CRAZY”, “SUNA AND (-) IS-”
“SHUT YER TRAP MIYAS”
♡ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI
because you couldn’t keep your eyes off from ushijima’s thighs, chest, arms, hands, literally every part of him during the match, you waited for him in front of the locker room since you were too needy for his touch.
as soon as ushijima showed up around the corner, you promptly paced and grabbed his large hand, dragging him to the locker room.
you tiptoed while forcing his shoulder to bend down for a deeper kiss. ushijima lets out a little smirk before he wrapped his massive hand around your waist and another one around behind your head.
ushijima then leaned down while his tongue explored inside your mouth, both of you not aware of the door opening.
“wow wow wow what am i seeeeeingggg??” it was tendou. he walked into get his bottle and settled up seeing his best friend making out with a girl for the first ever time.
“well then, enjoy~~” tendou hummed, giving you a peace sign before he walked out, having both of ushijima’s and your confounded eyes fixed on him.
“tendou-san it’s not what it looks like!!!” you yell, simply to earn a hand wave sticking out between the door and the wall. you sigh but halts when you felt ushijima's fingers on your chin.
“can...can we continue (-)?”
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How They Fail No Nut November 2
A/N: Hello again. Hope you guys been well. Suna and Hirugami will be in the next and final batch, along with Ushijima and Kageyama. Buy me a coffee?
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.
Fail Date: November 9, Tues
When Oikawa heard his teammates talk about it, he thought it was a joke until he realized that...no, they’re actually betting about this. So, of course, his dumbass joined, because the “Great King” can do anything once he puts his mind to it. Right? He was but an utter fool. He thought he was doing fine, until a few days into the month, he thought his dick was perishing...I– I can’t even. “Y/N-chan! Help me!” You just looked at him with a blank face and walked out the room. So yeah, every day was torture...for you, with his constant whining and comedic “seduction” tactics.
On the Fail Date: Oikawa came home from training that night exhausted, greeting you by wrapping his arm around you from behind, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as you work away on your laptop. When you glanced at him to greet him, you’re met with his pout and pleading eyes. You just roll your eyes, standing up to push him down on the bed.
“Ngh...Y/N-chan,” Oikawa sighs your name, throwing his head back as your mouth takes all of him. You’re kneeling between his legs, taking your time to worship his dick, swirling your tongue around the head as your hand slowly grips his shaft. His pants cast aside, shirt pulled up so he could bite into it, showing you how tensed his muscles are.
His fingers run through the strands of your hair. The moment he got home, you were the only thing he could think about. Challenge be damned. “Fuuuckkk,” he draws out the syllable in bliss as you speed up, going up and down on his cock until he hits your throat. With your hand squeezing his, he takes that as his cue to thrust his hips, gently reaching out to wipe off your stray tears.
“You look so cute, Y/N-chan. Ngh– Look so cute choking and crying on my cock, hah...Good girl. Just a bit more, princess.” With a final grunt, Oikawa cums down your throat. He collapses back on the bed, breathing hard, watching you climb over him. He moves to push himself up, but your firm hand on his chest prevents him from getting up.
“We’re gonna do it my way, Tooru,” you purr.
Oikawa only smirks, hands already gliding up your thighs. “If that’s what my princess wants.”
Aftermath: Had zero shame declaring he lost the following day, even though he was sore as fuck and could barely feel his legs. Thanked you that morning with a, “My dick is cured, Y/N-chan!” Now his friends and team have to put up with him at how he’d go, “I’m too cool for such a meager challenge.” Or when he’d leave practice going, “Sorry, can't go for drinks tonight! My princess is waiting!” Never change, Oikawa.
Fail Date: November 1, Mon
Sakusa didn’t want to do the stupid challenge; and he absolutely loathed that Atsumu and Bokuto roped him into it. They had to provoke him at how he’s too weak and whipped for you to win. Did it annoy him? Yes. Did he refute that statement? No. So now he’s torn between his dignity as the “I’m too cool for affection” title holder (what a tsundere) and the urge to rebel against the challenge. He knew he can do it, of course. He’s Sakusa. Self-discipline and willpower comes as easily as breathing. But damn, does he want to spite the stupid, fucking bet.
On the Fail Date: Came home all grumpy and glowering, you wondered if someone threw mud at him or something. He comes up right in front of you and you’re not sure if you should be worried or intimidated. “Bed. Now. We’re having sex,” is the only thing he says before walking away. You hadn’t even processed his words yet before Sakusa pauses and adds, “Or no sex for a month.” That got you moving.
“Fucking– tight cunt– Fuck,” Sakusa growls, pounding you brutally from behind. You're on all fours, or rather collapsed on your elbows, screaming incoherently as he fucks you to oblivion. A hand harshly pulling your hair back as his other smacks your ass. Your skin blooms red under his ministrations, but each slap only makes you clench tighter around him.
“Kiyo–omi–” You can barely gasp his name as you feel his thick cock kiss your womb repeatedly. You’re on your third (fourth?) orgasm, and Sakusa still hasn’t shown any signs of slowing down. You no longer had the mind to wonder what’s gotten into him, letting him use you like a cocksleeve for his taking.
You feel yourself being tossed to your side, Sakusa hooking up your leg as he sheathes himself inside you, pace still unrelenting. The new angle has you crying out, violently shaking in his arm as your cunt squirts all over his cock and on the sheets.
“Good fucking girl. Such a messy pussy,” Sakusa growls, nipping at your ear. “Kiyoomi, too– too much!” You cry, but he continues his harsh pace.
“One more. I know you got one more in you, babe. Fucking squirt on me again, and I’ll fill your cunt until it you’re full.”
Aftermath: The next day, of course everyone (mostly Atsumu) is going, “Hah, yesterday was a breeze. This month’s gonna be easy.” When someone asked him how he was, Sakusa just curtly replied, “I’m not participating.” Which resulted in him getting hounded by his friends, and then cue Komori gasping dramatically, realizing, “Oh shit, you already lost.” Sakusa just walked out as everyone shouted in confusion. Did Sakusa regret it though? Not one tiny bit.
Fail Date: He made it...barely.
Part of the group with Kuroo and Atsumu who had the bet. Bokuto is a man of his word. Sure, it was an incredible struggle; but he is a man unafraid of challenges. Did he weep throughout? Definitely. This man would cry himself to sleep clutching his balls, talking to them, “Stay strong. We can do this. We are strong men.” Even when you’d coax him, “It’s just a bet, babe.” He’d refuse, adamant to finish the challenge. Cried literal tears when he told you he couldn’t touch you for the whole month in fear of giving in. His entire team is divided among pity, hilarity, and awe.
On the Fail Date: At the night of the last day of the month, you’ve been sleeping soundly; but Bokuto was wide awake watching the clock like a vigilant owl. By the time it strikes twelve, you’re violently jolted awake but at least three alarms accompanied with his whooping and yelling. “I MADE IT! I MADE IT! FUCK ‘EM ALL WHO DIDN’T BELIEVE!” “Congrats, Kou–” you couldn’t even finish what you’re saying before he is on you, eyeing you like prey.
The headboard of the bed repeatedly slams the wall, but you can barely hear it over the wet sounds and the slapping of skin. You can barely even think with the way you’re moaning and screaming Bokuto’s name over and over again. Your world has been focused to what’s between your legs – his thick cock fucking you over and over again as Bokuto manhandles you like a doll.
There’s no point in telling him to slow down or even call for him. You’ve screamed and shouted the past hour (Hours? How long have you been fucking?), and you realized he can’t hear you, too focused on devouring you whole.
“Kou– Ah!” You clutch at the wooden frame, feeling Bokuto spill another load inside of you. He’s cum inside so much, you can feel it dripping down your thighs, and yet he’s still hard, continuing to fuck you through both of your orgasms. His hand slips and pushes down on your belly, making the cum inside you leak out in puddles. With a feral growl, Bokuto fucks you even harder, intent on fucking even more of his seed inside you.
A loud crash and you realized one of the bed’s legs had given up, but the sudden dip along with the help of gravity, Bokuto’s cock suddenly reached far deeper than you’ve ever experienced. With a scream, you cum again, clawing at his back, squirting all over your bodies.
“I’m not done,” he growls. You can only whimper, resigning yourself to being his cocksleeve for the night.
Aftermath: No one can contact the both of you for the next three days. Kuroo already assumed Bokuto made it, and went ahead to prepare the winnings and congratulatory feast for the weekend. A beaming Bokuto looked so proud and smug, and rightfully so. His friends wondered why you weren’t there though. To which he sheepishly replied that you were...exhausted. (He actually didn’t want to go so he could take care of you, but you just waved him off as you lay facedown on the broken bed and filthy mattress. “You deserved it, babe. I can’t move anyways. Just tell them hi from me.”) Kuroo was cackling when Bokuto later asked him if he knew where he could buy a new bed asap.
I think Oikawa cries during sex :) especially when he subs
thots: oikawa crying during sex
♡ note: oh g*d i am a SUCKER for pretty boys. also going to tag vic my beloved @saintdabi
♡ word count: 1k
♡ warnings: gn!reader, dom!reader, sub!oikawa, crying in a sexual situation, handjobs, edging
Oikawa is attractive. You’ve always known that. You’ve known ever since high school when you would sit with your group of friends near the fringes of the crowd and watch as hordes of people would not so subtly throw themselves at Oikawa on a near-daily basis. At the time, you never would have thought that someone at your school would be popular enough to have actual fans. Oikawa’s dedicated fan club definitely proved you wrong.
Although Oikawa was immensely popular amongst everyone, you didn’t think much of him during high school. The two of you were distant classmates, never operating within the same social circles at any point in time. Hell, you don’t think you ever even shared a class period with the brunet. You attended a few volleyball games at your friends’ insistence, but all in all, when you graduated high school, you didn’t spare many thoughts about the popular, attractive volleyball player afterward.
Maybe that’s why it was such a surprise to others that you and Oikawa ended up together. Your old high school friends were flabbergasted when you informed them of the news, wondering how the hell did you guys get together when the two of you never spoke a word to each other in high school. Easily, you can admit that it was a surprise to you too- never in a million years, would you have ever imagined a universe that you and Oikawa would be dating.
But, you’re happy in your relationship. Really happy. As fucking cheesy as it sounds, something about Oikawa brings out the best in you. He makes you strive to be a better person every day, and you can’t help but thank your lucky stars that he’s yours just as much as you’re his.
He’s changed a lot from what you remember of your third year of high school, but one thing that’s never changed is the fact that Oikawa is, objectively, attractive. His years as a professional volleyball player have only done him well. His skin is tanned and sun-kissed from the many hours spent under the blazing Argentinian sun playing volleyball on the country’s beautiful beaches. All of the training he’s done for his sport has honed his athletic physique: strong and firm muscles cover every inch of his body. Despite that, Oikawa- at his core- is pretty.
Sure, your boyfriend is hot and handsome and cute and more, but he’s always been pretty to you. With brown, messy (but not so messy it could be considered unkept) windswept hair, warm brown eyes to match, and a smile that reveals rows of teeth that sparkle in the light, Oikawa could have easily been a model if he wasn’t a professional volleyball player. The occasional magazine covers he’s done for promotional purposes prove you correct.
Given how pretty Oikawa normally is, it makes perfect sense to you that he- of all people- would look pretty while crying.
It takes time to get to that point. Taking Oikawa apart is a tedious process. He doesn’t like to behave, always putting up some semblance of a fight for power until you make him submit to you. He makes you work for it every time. You find that you don’t mind his bratty behavior. It’s cute. You adore Oikawa and how he tries to fight you for dominance, even though you both know it’s all pretend and that in the end, he’ll submit. He always does.
Honestly, it’s unfair how pretty Oikawa looks when he cries. If you were a lesser person, you’d be jealous of him. Instead, you’re filled with warmth by the fact that you’re the only person who gets to see Oikawa like this. You’re the only person that gets to take Oikawa apart until he’s crying from pleasure. The trust and faith he has in you overwhelm you with affection specifically reserved for the man.
“More, more, more,” Oikawa slurs, pleading with you. His kiss-bitten, pouty lips warble as you work your hand over his cock: slow and steady like you’ve been doing for the past half hour or so. Oikawa tries to rut into your touch, but you push his hips down back to the mattress to keep him in place. He could probably overpower you if he really wanted to, but he’s so pliant- not moving more than he’s allowed to.
“More what, Tooru?” A furrow develops between your brows as you fake confusion. He nearly sobs when your hand on his cock slows down even more, almost coming to a complete stop, so you can hear his answer.
“I need it faster, please, please, please. Wanna cum.” Your breath hitches when Oikawa looks up at you. Shiny translucent tears paint his eyelashes dark as he softly pants. Redness colors his chest, which heaves up and down with every breath of his. The tears coating his eyelashes threaten to fall down his cheeks, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen a sight so beautiful.
You could tease Oikawa for a little longer if you wanted to, really draw it out for the stunt he pulled earlier today in public, but then he starts sniffling, oh so cutely, and you cave in. You’ve always been a sucker for him.
“Oh fuck. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Oikawa babbles as your hand around his shaft speeds up so fast that Oikawa’s hips jerk instinctively. His back arches off of your shared bed as he ruts his hips into your hold, fucking your fist to the fast-paced rhythm he’s set. His dick glides against your palm, filling the room with the distinctive wet sound of skin against skin. Oikawa cums with a loud cry- arching his back completely off the mattress- when you run your thumb over his sensitive slit, effectively pushing him over the edge. Fat tears stream down his reddened cheeks as you guide him through his orgasm. You reach out with your clean hand to wipe the stray droplets away before they can drip down his chin and lean in to press a loving kiss to his lips.
Yeah, you think, Oikawa really is a pretty crier.
your anime husband likes to lay in between your breasts after a long day, legs in between yours, low hums of appreciation slipping past his lips because you’re so plush, so soft all over and he loves you so much. and after a while, he kisses you (sweet, passionate, love filled) and runs his hand down your tummy, to your cunt — rubbing slow, tight circles on your clit. your cornflower blue panties are forgotten because he gets a little impatient and he’s going downtown — eyes lust blown, holding all the love in the universe — and as he eats you out he says (breathy, slightly cocky because he’s lost in the pleasure): i love you so much, angel, he kisses your clit, draws imaginary hearts with his thumb on your hip, can’t imagine a world without you.
𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔.
𝟏𝟐 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 - 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 (𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐁𝐒)
12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST !!
summary: you’re meeting tooru’s family for the first time in japan during the holidays, and you want nothing more than to make a good impression—too bad your boyfriend is adamant about you fixing his problem
warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, fem! reader, pussy jobs
word count: 1.4k
tooru has never been known for being able to stay appropriate in most settings, and you’ve been proven that time and time again. but still, you thought that he’d have exercised a little restraint at his childhood home.
while you’re in front of his family. as you meet them for the first time.
and maybe you’re partly to blame for letting him drag you up to his bathroom in the first place, but you can’t help but cave when he subtly grinds his erection onto you from behind, the think fabric of your dress and his pants the only thing that separates you from him.
“we’ll be back,” tooru grins to his family, placing a hand on your shoulder from behind you. you bite back a gasp when his hard length prods against your ass as he leans in and presses against you. “just gonna give a quick house tour,” he claims.
and no one even thinks twice, sending you both off with sweet smiles and short waves as your boyfriend turns you around to follow him towards the direction of his old bedroom. your wrist is clutched tightly in his hand, and he walks a little too fast for it to be a house tour, but you doubt anyone notices anyway.
and tooru has you pressed against the door of his bathroom the second it’s closed shut, lips hungrily devouring yours as his hips rut his hardened length against your thigh. moaning quietly, he bites lightly at your bottom lip, hands gripping your waist tightly while you let out a slight gasp.
“tooru are you crazy?” you hiss, trying to push his face away from yours to look him in the eyes. he has other ideas, however, and his lips are trailing hot, wet kisses down your jaw and onto your neck, sucking gently at the skin. fighting back a low moan, you grip his arm tightly.
“what’s so crazy about wanting my girlfriend,” he murmurs, smugness dripping through his words like the wetness already forming in between your legs. you send him a glare, and he offers you a playful pout.
“we’re in front of your whole family—”
“no, they’re in the living room,” he corrects, “and we’re in here.” he’s always been a smartass, and you’ve always had half a mind to smack him upside the head, but your mind is a little foggy right now when his hardened length pokes your thigh like that.
and you know you should end this now before it’s too late to pull away, you absolutely should end this if you want to make a good impression on his family. plane tickets from argentina to japan certainly aren’t cheap, and you don’t want this to be for nothing, but the way his strained erection is now rubbing against your clothed clit has you forgetting all about his family across the house. all you can think of is him.
“t-tooru, we really shouldn’t be doing this here—”
“please baby,” he whines into your neck, voice so needy, so desperate, you both already know that you’ll be caving into his desires. he’s got you right where he wants you. “please, i need you so bad,” he breathes shakily against the shell of your ear, pressing soft kisses there too.
and when he feels your hand finally reach forward and palm him through his pants lightly, eliciting a soft groan from him as he shudders, he knows he’s won you over this time around, and he couldn’t be more pleased with himself.
“you have a condom?” you gasp when his fingers travel up the bottom of your dress, moving your underwear to the side and rubbing circles onto your clit. two fingers just barely glide over your entrance, and you let out a needy whimper.
“no,” he grunts. “not on me.” hissing as his fingers sink into your folds and pump in and out of your cunt, you grip his hair, pulling lightly on the strands and making him moan quietly at the tugs of his roots.
“then get creative,” you huff. “‘m not walking around with a mess between my legs,” you say firmly. he pouts at you, but the glare you send him makes him shrivel with a whine, too needy to argue and risk you changing your mind altogether.
in a moment’s time, both your dress is hiked up and tooru’s pants are pulled down, leaving both of you bare to each other. you can only hope no one needs to use the bathroom any time soon.
“guess this’ll have to do,” he groans, cock sliding against the slick lips of your cunt, rubbing against your clit with each drag. you both moan in sync, and tooru’s head falls to press his forehead against yours, eyes closing at the sensation that tingles all the way down to the bottom of his spine from the friction.
his length is hard, pulsing and ready to release, aching to cum—and he wants so badly to sink deep into your walls and fuck his load into your heat, but he knows now’s not the time. whimpering when you feel his swollen tip rub against your clit, your hands tighten their clawed grip on his arms, a cry of his name falling past your lips no matter how hard you try to keep from making a sound.
“f-fuck, tooru,” you mewl, jerking your hips in rhythm to chase the friction of his dick sliding against your pussy.
“s-so good,” he whines softly, digging his head into your neck, clutching your hips tightly when your hand runs through his hair. “needed th-this just as bad as—fuck—a-as bad as me, huh?” he smirks against your skin. and even despite shamelessly dragging you into the bathroom, lying to his family, and chasing an orgasm right here in the middle of introducing you to his loved ones, oikawa tooru still manages to flip the switch and be a cocky bastard.
you can’t help but clench your walls, fluttering around absolutely nothing at the fact that he can be so smug.
and you want to feel his length slam into you, to hit you right in the spot that drives you mad with his angled thrusts, but something about him just barely rubbing against your wet core makes your head spin with need, and the coil in your stomach tightens slowly, right on the verge of snapping.
the ridge of his vein slides against your clit once, twice, a third time before you’re cumming, walls clenching around nothing as they spasm through your high, your voice choked as you repeat his name like a mantra.
“tooru, t-tooru,” you repeat, crying out as you cling to him tightly. tears prick your eyes as the pleasure takes up what feels like every nerve of your body, your back arching from the door he has you pressed against.
tooru looks at your face, watches your expression crumble through your orgasm, and he groans—a bit too loudly, and you hope to god no one hears—quickly pulling his thick length away from you once you’ve ridden out your high. his hand fists his cock, red and swollen and aching to cum, balls heavy and begging to release his cum in thick spurts. stroking himself a few times, he chokes on a gasp, body stilling as he empties his load, cum spilling onto the tiles of his bathroom floor and coating his hand.
“ngh—sh-shit,” he rasps, and you watch in awe as tooru’s lips part with each cry he lets out, eyes screwed shut as his orgasm crashes over his body in waves.
finally, he catches himself against the door with his good hand, sweaty forehead pressing against yours as he pants, catching his breath with you. his cheeks are flushed red, and his lips are slightly swollen, but he looks utterly beautiful caging you against the door like this.
“you really are something else,” you say breathlessly, shaking your head and running a hand through his messy locks, pushing them off his forehead. wriggling his brows, he steals a quick peck from your lips.
“i can’t wait till everyone goes to sleep so i can fuck you for real,” he chuckles, catching your hand when you go to smack his chest.
“i am not fucking you in your childhood bed,” you mutter, glaring at him. and when his eyes glint as he stares at you, lips spreading to a wider smirk, you gulp, glare faltering a little at his expression. he still has you right where he wants you, you realize.
“we’ll see baby,” he murmurs, “we’ll see.”
a/n: for my love kennedy, im sorry this is two months late i hope you like it, and thank you to mai and ris for hearing my rambles while i wrote this lksdjd ily lots
oikawa tooru x reader, 1.6k
Oikawa has separation anxiety when he’s away from you and your daughter.
a/n: i dedicate this fic to my lovely friend @augustinewrites and her brilliant mind - her hq dad series has me going kind of insane these days so i hope you check her work out! merry christmas bby <3
Oikawa arrived a good few hours later than he had expected to be. In all honesty, it wasn’t even his fault — the event had gotten delayed because an important guest ran late, speeches took too long, a few mishaps here and there that he had to do damage control on, traffic on the way home.
All those little things added up and grated him thin until there was very little left of him except for bone-deep exhaustion and annoyance.
He was ready to come home, kiss his wife and cuddle his daughter as he apologized for being late. He wanted to come home and sit in the dim light of the kitchen as he listened to how your days went, allowing your voices to soothe the annoyance out of him and replenish his energy until everything felt right again.
Oikawa could cry for joy when the car finally rolled to a stop in front of his house.
He turned off the engine and pulled out the key, before climbing out of the driver’s seat. He trudged up to the front door, happiness starting to bloom in his chest and staving off his tiredness.
Oikawa tried to open the door as softly as he could, taking account of the late hour and the fact that he could see most lights in the downstairs area were already turned off. He took off his shoes, loosened his tie. There was a slight rattle as the bag of giveaways he’d received from the event was set down, and usually he would be more careful in case he broke anything inside, but right now he was out of all fucks to give.
He sighed and looked around. He was right about most lights being off, the only thing left was a small lamp that stood next to the couch, and the bright glare of the tv screen as it played an old cartoon. He crossed the floor to the living room to turn them both off, but as he looked for the tv remote, he came across the loveliest sight.
You were on the couch, head drooping down your shoulder and slumped so low that he hadn’t noticed you at the start. You had your arms crossed over your chest, clutching a bundle close to you and Oikawa realized with a small jolt that it was your daughter, fast asleep with her cheek pressed into the crook of your neck.
He couldn’t see much of Miyu from where he stood, most of her little head turned inward, her back facing the room, but he could see a few pieces of mussed hair sticking out the hood of her sleeping onesie.
Miyu snuffled a bit, and Oikawa watched as your arms moved in your sleep, adjusting your daughter to allow her to sleep more comfortably on your chest, humming a little at the movement.
Oikawa felt like crying a little.
He wished he could spend more time just standing here, watching his family. (His family. His. Oikawa was still trying to believe it was all his.) But he knew better than to let you both sleep in this position, and goodness knows how long it’s been since you were stuck like this. He felt a small pang of guilt in his chest, at the thought that you had been waiting for him.
He moved to stand in front of you, crouching low enough to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, keeping a hand on Miyu’s back to keep her steady while you lurched a little from the contact. You mumbled a little, words unintelligible, before craning your neck up to look at Oikawa with half-shut eyes.
“Tooru?” you mumbled through a yawn, “You’re home?”
Oikawa’s heart throbbed a little as he smiled down at you. “Yes, love. I’m home now. I’m sorry I kept you both waiting.”
You shook your head, eyes slipping closed again. “Don’t apologize.” Your hand was now rubbing small circles into Miyu’s back. Oikawa leaned in, giving into the urge to press a small kiss onto his daughter’s head. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you smile. “Did the event run longer than expected?”
“Yeah.” Oikawa sighed, planting another kiss on his daughter’s head. “Stuff just kept happening, kept going wrong and I had to deal with it.”
He squeezed onto a small spot on the couch beside you, taking your free hand to press a kiss onto your knuckles. “But it’s all over now. I’m home.”
You made a sympathetic little noise, pulling him into a proper kiss, maneuvering carefully around the daughter still deep in slumber on your chest. “Bad night for you?”
“Mhm,” he hummed against your lips, “getting better now though.”
You grinned sleepily, kissing him again. Oikawa kept kissing you, wanting to take it deeper until a small cry made you break apart. Miyu was moving around aggressively in your grip, a small whimper coming from her as she started to wake up.
“I’ll take her.” Oikawa whispered, accepting the kiss on the cheek you gave him as you handed your daughter over into his waiting arms. “Hey princess,” he cooed, straightening his posture to hold her properly, “daddy’s home now. You were good for mama while I was gone, weren’t you?”
“She was the best.” you said, smiling. You had moved to a proper sitting position, stretching out your arms and neck which would no doubt be stiff. “Was a little difficult during dinner, but she let me bathe her afterwards.”
Oikawa whistled lowly, impressed. Bathing Miyu now that she was a bit bigger was usually a two person job, unless you wanted to flood the bathroom. It was why Oikawa had decided to come home early these days, opting to leave practice early to help fulfill his daddy duties; tonight had been the first time in a long while that he had been away for the evening, and Oikawa had been worried about it, was even set on cancelling at the last minute until you convinced him otherwise. You had assured him you would handle it, and if you ran into any trouble you would contact him immediately.
Hearing that bath time had gone relatively smoothly was incredibly relieving on his end.
“Oh really?” Oikawa said, kissing Miyu’s chubby cheeks on each side. She had begun to calm down, small whimpers and cries dying down as she leaned into her papa’s chest and listened to the gentle humming coming from him, settling in securely. Oikawa could feel her hands bunching into his suit jacket, as if making sure he was really there, and his chest almost ached at the thought. “That’s my little princess. Knew you’d be an angel for your mama.”
Your features were softly drawn in the peachy glow of the lamp beside the couch, your eyes tender and gooey in the middle as you watched the daddy-daughter scene in front of you. Oikawa was familiar with this look, had seen variations of it throughout the years you’ve been together, but it never failed to make him weak, rendering him a small pile of mush at your feet.
It was always something to experience, being on the receiving end of your love. Oikawa felt it everyday, and yet it still caught him off guard.
“Were there any highlights from the evening at least?” you asked, your stare still as sweet as honey.
Oikawa hummed, trying to recall the night’s events. “The food was good,” he said, “and we managed to raise a lot of money I think.”
You laughed, and something was put back into place inside Oikawa at the sound. “Congratulations on having good food, I guess.”
“Lucky me.” he sighed. “Next time, I’ll just ask them to record a message from me or something. I hate missing evenings with you.” Oikawa had hated those events long before Miyu had even entered the picture, but the addition of your daughter had only fueled his dislike for them even more.
“Separation anxiety got you bad, huh?”
He tried (and failed) to not whine. “It was horrible. Time was so slow, and then things just kept going wrong, and I just wanted to come home.” It was one thing to get used to going to events alone when your own schedule was too hectic to be his plus one, but it was a whole other thing entirely to find the strength to leave his home knowing that you and his eighteen month old daughter were waiting for him to come back.
It ached like a bitch to leave you and Miyu, and having his daughter in his arms now was more for his sake than yours. Holding her re-centered him, brought him back into his body.
“Hey, you said it yourself, you’re home now.” you said gently, reaching out and wrapping an arm around his waist to tug yourself closer into his warmth. “You’re with us now.”
“I’m with you now.” Oikawa said, smiling when he felt your lips brush against his cheek. He smiled wider when you tried to stifle a yawn but failed. “Let’s get you both to bed, huh?”
“Hmm,” you hummed, snuggling closer, “you too. I missed you.”
Oikawa’s heart was a puddle at the bottom of his shoes. “I missed you more, love.”
“Let’s go to sleep now.”
Oikawa nodded even though you couldn’t see him, too busy folding blankets and tidying the cushions on the floor. Miyu huffed a little in her sleep, cramming her face into the side of his neck. Her grip on his suit jacket was still unrelenting.
“Let’s go to bed.”
[ miyu - beautiful moon ]
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Heyy 😊 I love the toxic ex series and i was wondering if you could do another part with kageyama, oikawa and iwaizumi? You’re genuinely so good at writing and I have enjoyed reading your posts xx
SEEING YOUR TOXIC EX 
tsukishima and suna's part
bokuto, atsumu, and sakusa's part
hinata, matsukawa, and osamu's part
character/s: iwaizumi hajime x f reader, oikawa tooru x f reader, kageyama tobio x f reader
warning/s: ex trying to leak yn’s nudes (iwaizumi’s), ex threatening suicide (oikawa’s)
gwen's notes 🤍: u guys seem to like this series a lot! it's funny bc this was my first ever post and it's all based on my experiences w one person djdjshsh also these are getting shorter and repetitive as i am thoroughly running out of ideas
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classes ended a few minutes earlier than usual while iwaizumi was still training. you didn't mind waiting for him though especially when you could sit on the empty bleachers and watch him from afar.
you were doing surprisingly well after such a messy breakup thanks to him. you had been good friends for a while but neither one of you wanted to confess their feelings.
until you came running to him one night, sobbing about how miserable you were and how badly your ex treated you. he swore he would never let you go through that again.
you've been successful at dodging your ex on campus for the past few months, thanks to your conflicting schedules. but you weren't going to be able to hide from him forever.
he spotted you alone up on the bleachers and decided this was his only chance to convince you to get back with him–you always did no matter how badly he messed up, no matter how much he hurt you. you always came back. what made it any different this time?
you were too focused on watching iwaizumi train to notice him approaching until he called out to you. you almost fell over your seat at the mere sound of his voice. it's been months but it was all too soon so see him again.
"can we talk?"
he blocked your path even as you tried to stomp away.
"i have nothing to say to you. we are done. please leave me alone," you gritted through your teeth.
having iwaizumi by your side when you were doing so horribly because of your ex emotionally, mentally, and physically, was like a breath of fresh air after unknowingly suffocating for months. when iwaizumi treated you with the utmost care and affection and respect, you found yourself confused because all you have ever know was being used whenever your ex pleased, pushed away whenever you weren't needed, blamed for every single thing that went wrong in your relationship.
now that you saw it so clearly, you couldn't even stand to look at him in the eyes.
"please, i can't do this without you. you know i can't. i messed up, i'll make it right this time, i promise," he whined but there were no tears in his eyes. you have fallen for this trick so many times before.
"no," you said firmly. you stood your ground even as he begged in front of you, cried with no tears in sight, he kept reaching out to hold you but you didn't budge. it was all for show. "honestly, thank you for fucking me over again and again. i was finally able to see you for what you really are."
his pleads and cries slowly died down, his head hung low. you were confused until he started laughing manically, immediately reminding you of how vile and cruel he was. your heart skipped a beat, a familiar fear settling in your chest.
“that’s how it is, huh?” you stumbled back. “you meet a new guy and all of a sudden you’ve forgotten about everything we shared?” he took a step forward. “you know, for example, our shared pictures and videos together. did you really forget that quick?”
you halted, narrowing your eyes at his suggestive tone.
he quickly fished his phone out of his back pocket, flashing it to you after a few taps and swipes. your eyes widened, mouth falling slack. you felt disgusted in your own skin all of a sudden. tears pricked your eyes as you stumbled over your words.
“what’s going on?” you heard iwaizumi call from behind him, tone laced with worry and breathless as if he ran from the court all the way up there.
“haji, no don’t-“
“perfect timing, haji. since she’s all yours now do you want me to show you what she can do?”
you felt the world crumble as he swiftly turned on his heel, displaying the media on his phone for all to see. the rest of the teamed turned their eyes away out of courtesy as you tried taking it away from him, to no avail.
now he wasn’t the tallest, but he sure was the feistiest. it took almost half of the team to hold iwaizumi back, fists balled and jaw clenched as he thrashed around.
your ex provocatively inched closer and closer to him. the next thing you knew, a fist met his face in one swift blow. he was lying on the floor, cradling his jaw wide eyes staring up at iwaizumi. you scrambled to get to the phone strewn on the floor and deleted everything throughly checking for any more copies.
“pull that kind of shit one more time, i’ll be sure to break it in one blow,” iwaizumi threatened his voice and eyes void of emotion, somehow making him scarier.
you swayed your feet, dangling off the bleachers as you quietly cried. it was such a stressful situation and you can’t help but feel like you were being held hostage even as you escaped.
“feel better?” iwaizumi spoke moments after your little sobs died down. you nodded.
“i’ll never let anyone hurt you like that ever again,” he promised without so much as an ounce of hesitation.
you agreed to meet your boyfriend after his practice to have some dinner and do a little bit of grocery shopping together.
busy weeks and booked schedules were no news to both of you. something as mundane as getting fast food takeouts and groceries became something you looked forward to.
and the last thing you wanted was for a persistent toxic ex boyfriend to ruin what little time you had with oikawa.
“it’s been half a year, leave me alone.” you tried pushing past him, but he caught your cart and held it in place. where the hell was oikawa and what was taking him so long.
“that’s just it, it’s been half a year and i still can’t get over how badly you hurt me,” he begged, voice strained and eyebrows knotted.
you scoffed. “i hurt you because i refuse to put up with anymore of your bullshit?”
he gave you a stern look as he stalked towards you. you found yourself backing away out of instinct until you were pushed against the shelves, practically trapped. “exactly. you have no idea of what i go through everyday, of what you put me through. i can’t eat. i can’t sleep. i can’t work. i might as well just die if you refuse to get back with me.”
not again, you begged in your mind. when you first broke up with him, he kept threatening to kill himself. you stayed three more months as he gas lighted and manipulated you into doing everything he wanted. it drained the life out of you, being with him for as long as you did. it took so much strength and resolve to leave that hell he put you through and he was here roping you back in.
“but y-you were always hurting me when we were together! i hurt you once. when i broke up with you because i couldn’t handle it anymore,” you couldn’t help it when your voice trembled.
“that’s not true, we can be happy together again. i promise.”
you shook your head frantically. “no, no. i never wanna go back with you ever again,” you mumbled, heart hammering in your chest in fear.
“if something happens to me you know it’s your fault right?” he said ominously, like he always did when he tricked you into staying with him.
“w-what? what are you talking about.”
“you know exactly what i’m talking about.”
groceries poured into your cart, the sound breaking you out of your spiraling thoughts. your gaze snapped at oikawa, wide eyed and red from trying to hold back tears. you let out a sharp breath.
“so do it then,” he sang, a smirk on his lips. he turned to you with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his head. “sorry baby, i got distracted with the cereal selection and i just couldn’t pick one. plus i got lost in the-“
“what did you just say,” your ex butted in, shoving oikawa’s shoulder so he would face him.
“i said do it. kill yourself,” oikawa grinned, making you gasp at his remarks. you grabbed his arm panicked.
“what? didn’t you keep threatening to kill yourself half a year ago so she wouldn’t leave you?” he probed, feigning a look of sympathy as he jutted his lip out. “such a shame you never got around doing it until now,” he growled in your ex’s ear only for him to hear, his tone cold and wicked.
you darted your eyes from oikawa to your ex, confused and somewhat frightened at the sudden quietness. while your ex opened and closed his mouth stupidly trying to find a comeback, oikawa quickly heaves a dramatic sigh, waving his hand dismissively.
“your emotional abuse might have worked on her, but not me,” he sneered, a menacing smirk on his lips. “you think we should get ice cream?” he turned to ask you, tapping his chin deep in thought. he maneuvers the cart around when you eagerly but confusedly nodded, giving your ex a harsh slap on the back as he passed him.
“c’mere,” he ushered you, opening his arms to welcome you. you scoot closer to him and he traps you between his arms as he pushed the cart around, flashing you a smirk as you looked up at him with heated cheeks. “i’ll never let you be miserable again because of that idiot,” he grumbled, kissing the top of your head.
though the university was closed for the summer, the library was open to a handful of students to provide a good studying environment.
you didn’t want your boyfriend to risk not being able to play because of bad grades, so study dates were common whenever you both had free time.
kageyama was an amazing player, a genius some might even say, his skills being up to par with the best in the country. however he wasn’t all that keen on learning about calculus or picking up when your ex is bothering you.
you have been whisper-shouting for your ex to leave you alone while your boyfriend sat right there next to you, eyebrows furrowed as he wore his usual scowl and watched the whole thing unfold. you weren’t sure why he wasn’t interfering yet. you thought he was letting you handle it because he knew you could and he would only step in when things got out of hand or it was taking every bit of will to hold himself back, either of the two.
“please let’s… let’s just go outside to talk. i need you to hear me out.”
you glared at him. “no, i have nothing more to say to you. nothing you will say will ever change my mind.” it was bold of him to assume that if you saw him crying you’d come running back to him like always. he had the nerve to convince himself you were only playing hard to get, which angered you even more. he thought so much of himself that he was under the impression that he still had you wrapped around your finger. you comically gagged at the mere thought.
as he opened his mouth to beg again, kageyama interrupted with the loud slurping of his straw from an empty yogurt milk drink which he was definitely not allowed to bring inside. you slowly turned to look at him, disbelief evident as your mouth hung open. you fight back laughter climbing up your throat as you wondered whether he did that on purpose. “you about done, babe? i have to train in like two hours.”
“yes. yes, i’m done here, babe. we should get lunch fir-“
as your ex yanks your wrist toward him, you finally felt all the anger you’ve been trying to keep at bay bubble up to the surface. kageyama was right behind you faster than you can tell him to fuck off.
your boyfriend’s scowl was cold and murderous as he steered his head to the side, clasping the hand above yours with a death grip. “i think she’s made it pretty clear she’s done here.”
“who do you think you are,” your ex challenged.
you swore your boyfriend did a double take as his features contorted to a look of utter confusion, like the person in front of you sprouted two heads. “i’m her boyfriend what the fuck? who are you?”
“well before she was your girlfriend, she was mind so kindly back-“
kageyama’s head snapped so fast to look at you, you thought he might have gotten whiplash. “huh? this idiot’s your ex?”
you stifled a laughter at his confusion. “baby, yes? where have you been these past 15 minutes?” he’s quickly making it hard to take the whole situation seriously, your anger subsiding.
“i thought he was just very persistently trying to recruit you to a club.”
you broke into a fit of laughter in the middle of a dead silent library alone. your ex took full offense on that and kageyama was thoroughly sick and done with him. he’s heard a lot about him from you, how badly he treated you and how much he hurt you. now he was truly holding himself back with everything he had. your cackles helped calm him down.
“i think i just refused to believe you dated something-i mean someone like him, so i just assumed he was recruiting you for something.”
your ex was fuming as he shoved your hand away, opting to grab a fistful of his collar instead. you panicked, at the sudden movement, worrying that they might start a fight especially with your boyfriend’s temper. you didn’t want to get him in trouble.
to your surprise, he mustered up the fakest, most offending smirk he could as he put his hands up in faux surrender. he honestly only thought about you in that moment and the lengths you go through to help him achieve his dreams. you helped him study, kept him out of trouble, made sure he was always healthy, so that he could keep doing what he loved. he knew picking a fight with someone as irrelevant as him was the last thing you wanted.
as you walked out of campus, swaying your hands together he decided, “i’ll be the one to take care of you from now on.” his words caught you off guard. “you won’t have to deal with stupid, ugly, idiot exes because you’ll have me forever,” he grumbled, looking at everywhere but you. it did little to hide the rosy tint on his cheeks or to ease the thumping of your heart.
𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬
— 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, bokuto kotarou, ushijima wakatoshi, kita shinsuke, sawamura daichi
— 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: heh...heheh it’s like midnight-
— KUROO TETSUROU
he sat at the desk of his college level chemistry class, leaning on his elbows as he intently read the paper that laid on the desk, filled to the brim with words. his eyes scanned those words over and over again, as he tried not to think about the huge final that was about to happen in the next few minutes. he was so focused he didn’t notice you walking into the empty classroom, nor did he realize you standing next to him. thinking this would be the perfect time to execute your utmost perfect plan, you made your move. your finger dipped under his chin, turning his head and tilting it up as you placed a light kiss on his lips. there was a pause between both of you, his wide eyes meeting yours that were hiding a laugh. his cheeks felt hot as he spoke, giving you a playful smirk as he stood up from his seat. “how could you do such a thing?” a giggle fell from your lips as you ran around the empty room, him following close behind you before catching you in his arms and peppering you with kisses of his own.
— OIKAWA TOORU
you two were walking home together after a long day of school and practice. your hands stuff in your pockets as the cold wind blew towards your face, making your nose feel ice cold to the touch. a shiver ran down your spine, your teeth chattered as your walk home continued. oikawa wasn’t in much of a better state himself, his cheeks cold as ice. though, at the sight of you physically so cold, he couldn’t just do nothing. “here love,” he smiled, taking off his hoodie he had worn all day. you had refused, not wanting him to be without a jacket, but he insisted. so, as he wrapped the jacket around you, you leaned forward, your lips gracing his as his eyes widened. as you pulled back, a smile on your face, you spoke. “now your cheeks won’t be so cold.” a more than flustered smile appeared on his lips, his cheeks heating up more as he took your hand in his. “don’t tease me, love.”
— BOKUTO KOTAROU
he stood on the court, volleyball between his hands as he puffed out his chest, ready to impress you during practice. it was the first day you had come to one of his practices and he wasn’t just going to be average. he was going to act like one of the top five aces! he smiled as you came over to him after you had dropped your bag off by the entrance of the gym. “you ready to see my amazing skills??” “yes ko, i’m very excited, good luck.” you smiled, giving him a peck on the lips, making his eyes widen, before turning to go back to your bag. his face felt hot as he tugged on your arm, pulling you back and into his chest. he smiled, a giddy and happy look on his face. “do it again~”
— USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI
it was early in the morning, he had convinced you to go on a jog with him, which despite him outward expression, he was really excited for! it wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short either, just half of what he usually did. you glanced over at him as he jogged by your side, never once leaving it. he looked so concentrated, amd it made you smile. he was so dedicated, it was cute. it took a bit to get home since near the end, the traffic had gotten a little bad as people made their daily commutes to work or school. that just meant more jogging in place waiting for stop lights or walking signs, so it was a relief when you got home to a air conditioned dorm room. “y/n.” “hmm?” “you were smiling.” you bounced off the bed, tilting your head slightly as you spoke. “what?” “you were smiling at me while we were outside earlier, why?” you giggled, booping his noise and giving me a light kiss. “because you were being cute again.” his cheeks had gotten hot, fighting off the cold of the room as he looked at you with wide eyes. he followed your movements around the dorm before asking, “can you kiss me again..?”
— KITA SHINSUKE
he sat at his kitchen table, more than focused on a puzzle you two had been doing for the past two months. it was a puzzle he had gotten for halloween, though you two never had the time to finish it before then. so, that’s why you were coming over after school, to finish the puzzle. though he supposed that’s not why you really came over since you hadn’t helped a single bit since he started. he was fine with that, but he was so set on finishing it he wasn’t going to get side tracked, and he told you that earlier. you came back around to the table after going to get something to drink, looking at his expression, and then the puzzle. with a huff and a smirk, you thought up a way to make him focus on you instead. “shin.” you called his name, making him turn over his shoulder to make sure you were okay. that’s when he felt your lips against his, quickly and quietly before you had pulled back. “did you need something, darling?” your shoulders dropped as you fell into your seat, sighing and setting your head onto the table. yes it seemed like he was unfazed by your little scheme but he would get his revenge later, just you wait.
— SAWAMURA DAICHI
he leaned against the side of the gym, waiting for you to meet him there so you could walk home together. it had been a long day for both of you, and he wanted nothing more than to cuddle with you and watch your show together. he’d been day dreaming about it all day, not meaning to but he did anyway. a sigh fell from his lips as he saw you turn the corner and start heading his way. he pushed himself off the wall, his hands tucked away in his pockets as he decided to meet you halfway. “hel-” he was cut off by your sudden kiss, it was unexpected, but not unwanted. he blinked a few times as you pulled back. “that’s it?” you smiled, turning on your heel to go back the way you’d came. he took a breath, licking his lips before wrapping his arms around you, a smirk on his lips as he whispered, “i’ll just have to get you back later for that one, babe.” his head fell to the crook of your neck as he sighed, begging to stay like that for just a little while longer.
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it had been alisa's idea: a picture at oikawa's party to post on social media and make your ex-boyfriend jealous. but you should have known better to believe that oikawa tooru would be satisfied with only a picture.
pairing: university au fuckboy!oikawa tooru x fem!reader, 4.7k, nsfw pwp (mdni, 18+)
warnings: consensual filming and sharing, oral (m! and f!receiving), light praise kink (use of pretty girl, love), slight overstimulation, implied exhibitionism
written for: the anilysium august 2021 nsfw collab hatefucking! masterpost found here.
thanks to: my lovely betas @oneblonded, @lemonadencran, @rosesandtoshi, and @anime-nymph. you're all the bees knees <3
baby part two || part three || part four
You’d been stupid to think that nothing would change. You trusted your boyfriend with everything, so when he’d promised that you’d stay together even though you were going to different universities, you believed him. The first month had been fine, but then volleyball tryouts happened, he made the team, and you were effectively old, high school news.
The text you woke up to one morning clearly suggested that.
“I need to focus on volleyball right now,” Kageyama Tobio had written—short, poignant, to the point. At your indignant response of ‘over a text message, really???’, he’d given you a “sorry” and that was that.
You were now effectively single for the first time since sophomore year of high school.
You wallowed in your tears for a few days, your roommate Alisa drying your sobs with copious amounts of tissues and hugs. Her boyfriend Iwaizumi even came to visit with mochi and beer, promising to keep it a secret from the resident assistant with a joking little grin.
After a week, you were doing better, ready to dry your tears and find out what a Kageyama-free life could be like.
But then you happened upon Hinata Shouyou’s Instagram.
There the orange-haired player was, standing next to a drunk Kageyama in his story, the pretty setter babbling to a pretty brunette girl who giggled at whatever bullshit story he was saying. Kageyama? Sociable? Flirting? You had to pry his confession out of him in sophomore year, taking over a goddamn week for him to actually open up to you enough to start dating. And here he was, leaning over to some girl and—did he just kiss her?
You didn’t register you were screaming until Alisa ran out of the bathroom, eyeliner pen in her hand, ready to use it as a weapon if needed.
“That fuckin’ asshole!” You raged, turning your phone to show Alisa the story again. “He’s a goddamn liar!”
She watched the video replay, her red-painted eyes narrowing once Kageyama leaned over to kiss the brunette.
“Are you sure that’s the same person you dated?”
“I thought it was but I guess his one month in university changed him,” you grumbled, throwing your phone aside just as easily as Kageyama threw you aside for ‘volleyball.’ “Ass.”
“I’m not going to let you wallow tonight.” Alisa set her hands on her hips with a perfectly arched brow, pointing her eyeliner at you. “Get ready. You’re coming to the party.”
You’d heard of Oikawa before you actually met him. Kageyama had mentioned his old volleyball teammate from middle school, grumbling about what a jerk he was and how you should stay away from the playboy if you ever ran into him at university. Thanks to Alisa and Iwaizumi, you’d actually met Oikawa twice now, and both weren’t the best of experiences. He reminded you of those pick-up artists you saw on social media, who had pretty words for pretty girls, so that they’d make pretty sounds underneath him before he threw them away like ugly garbage. He still stuck to your side for some reason on both occasions, complimenting you until your cheeks were warm and Iwaizumi was telling him to knock it off. A party of his was dangerous; sure you’d told him you’d think about it last time but that was just so he’d go bug one of Alisa’s other model friends and give you a chance to breathe.
“Tobio told me to stay away from him—”
“And that’s why it’s the perfect revenge,” Alisa smiled mischievously. “They hate each other, so why not post on your Instagram at Oikawa’s party to make Kageyama jealous? Especially with a picture of Oikawa himself?”
It was probably a bad plan, but that didn’t matter to your angry brain. Without thinking twice, you followed Alisa to her closet to find the perfect dress to make Kageyama go crazy with jealousy.
The house smells like sweat and spilled beer as soon as you step in, and the pounding music from the speakers makes your head thump. You know Oikawa is a third year student, living together with his high school buddies Iwaizumi, Mattsun, and Makki. You spot the latter two already making out with each other in the kitchen before Alisa drags you over to the beer pong table, where Iwaizumi and Oikawa trade shot for shot with two boys you’ve never seen before.
“Your good luck charms are here!” Alisa announces over the beat, pressing a chaste kiss to Iwaizumi’s cheek. The man grumbles but his cheeks grow noticeably pink underneath the bouncing strobe lights.
As soon as Oikawa’s gaze lands on you, you freeze. Is it the three shots you had as a pre-game warmup or does Oikawa look extra gorgeous tonight? There’s no doubt he’s a beautiful man and he certainly knows it, but his brown eyes slowly scan over your body before he smiles.
“Where’s mine, love?”
“My kiss for good luck.”
You narrow your eyes at him as he presses one of his long fingers to his cheek, sly smile on his face like he expects you to listen. Your gaze flicks to the end of the table where they’re clearly winning the game, your lips quirking up.
“It doesn’t seem like you need any more luck, Oikawa.”
He drops his hand with a playful pout, taking a gulp of his drink when the other team sinks a ball.
“I still won’t deny a kiss though,” he teases when he’s finished, leaning against the table as Iwaizumi lines up his shot. “I didn’t expect to see you tonight. What made you finally change your mind?”
One stupid, stupid boy named Kageyama Tobio, you want to mutter, but you refuse to let your ex-boyfriend ruin your plans nor your night.
“Thought I’d see what your parties are all about.”
“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi grunts and catches his attention. Their lone cup sits in the middle of the table, one ball already floating in the water inside.
Oikawa glances back at you and gives you a smirk when he announces, “Wait for me, pretty girl. I’ll show you.”
You think his confidence is all a show—until he sinks the ball with barely a flick of his wrist and wins the game for their team. It’s impressive to say the least, especially when he downs his drink to celebrate even though his team apparently has won four in a row, according to the losing team’s grumbles.
“Refill. You coming?”
You almost tell him no, but then you see Alisa’s over-exaggerated head tilt toward the kitchen (where Mattsun and Makki no longer are), her eyes basically shouting at you that it’s the perfect chance to snap a revenge picture.
“Yeah… yeah, sure.”
For some reason, you grow shy as you follow the tall brunet to the empty kitchen. You’ve never been alone with him and that makes butterflies fly around in your stomach. Beer and liquor sit in blue coolers, half-open mixers all over the kitchen countertops. Oikawa makes a Jack and Coke before passing it your way, barely letting you grab it before he turns to make his own drink.
“What if I didn’t like Jack and Coke?” You question as you lean against the counter, sipping at your drink. The warmth of the liquid gives you the courage to look him in the eye when he turns back to you.
“Then Alisa would be a liar.”
“Wait—” You pause mid-drink, tilting your head. “You asked Alisa about me?”
“Am I not allowed to ask about the girl I’m interested in?”
His blunt question nearly makes you sputter your drink. There’s those pretty words to go along with his pretty smile, and it makes you wonder if anything else of his is pretty. Heat flushes through your body at the thought and you try to blink it away before he catches you staring.
“I don’t see why you would be.”
“The chase is always fun.”
“And after that?”
He debates his answer, giving you time to down your drink. You’re going to need the liquid courage to somehow steer the conversation back to a simple picture. You’ve already uploaded one to your story in front of the house, but that wasn’t enough to catch Kageyama’s attention. Not that you’re really thinking about him now, because Oikawa shifts closer, setting down his drink on the counter next to you and trapping you between his arms. He smells like musky cologne and Captain Morgan, the spice of both making your head swim as he leans in.
“That depends on if you’ll come upstairs with me or not.”
“Already showing your cards, Oikawa?” You challenge in return, lifting your hands to his shirt and fisting your hands in it. “Isn’t it a little early in the night?”
“I’m only checking our compatibility, love,” he smiles like it’s a totally innocent gesture, not one lined with the want that’s clearly hidden behind his sentence. “Besides, a little birdie told me you want to get revenge on Tobio-kun?”
Your ex-boyfriend’s name falling from his lips feels like a slap in the face. You lean back with wide eyes, checking to your left, where Alisa snaps picture after picture on her phone of the two of you. She gives a thumbs up before she turns to Iwaizumi, giggling as she starts typing what you assume is an Instagram story.
“Don’t look at her.” Oikawa’s soft voice in your ear calls you back and you shiver when he trails a finger down your cheek to lift your chin. “That hurts a little when I’m right here, you know.”
“Wait- wait—” You’re breathless as you stare at him. He’s so close that you can feel the sigh he lets out and smell the alcohol on his breath. “You knew why I was coming and still…?”
“It’s a win-win for me if you think about it. A pretty girl in my bed, her angry ex-boyfriend in my DMs.”
“I never said—”
“Oh?” He leans further into you, pressing your bodies together and slipping a knee between your legs. It makes you gasp and cling harder to his shirt. “You don’t really have to say anything.”
Oikawa’s lips ghost over your chin, up to your cheek to your ear, where he tugs on your earlobe gently. The sound that comes out of your mouth is swallowed by the change in music, but his confident little chuckle drifts over the beat and causes you to shiver.
“Come on pretty girl, why don’t we have some fun?”
You know Oikawa’s definition of fun lies upstairs in his bed, between his messy sheets as you writhe on them. You knew all about fuck boy Oikawa—and you’d still fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. When his knee presses up under the skirt of your dress and runs along your panties, you can’t keep the keen from escaping your lips, rocking your hips against the pressure. You can feel his smirk against the side of your face, and you wipe it from his lips by smashing your lips against his.
His kiss makes you dizzy, teeth nipping at your lower lip before forcing his tongue inside, licking all over your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck to keep him close, the heat of his body sinking into your skin and lighting a fire in your stomach. His thigh moves faster against your covered cunt and you grind against him, pushing your tongue back against his when he tries to dominate you. It makes him chuckle as he nips down the side of your jaw, soft strands of his hair making your cheek itchy.
“Can you even make it upstairs?” He mocks you as his hands roam along your thighs, fingers playing with the ends of your short dress. You’d been cursing Alisa for being so tall when you put it on, but once Oikawa’s hands grope at your inner thighs, that complaint is easily forgotten. “Or do you want me to fuck you right here?” His thigh moves only so his fingers can brush over the crotch of your panties, his tongue moving along the side of your neck. “I’d love for everyone to hear you say my name.”
“Upstairs,” you whimper when his fingers push just right, your core pulsing as his short nails drag along your covered folds. A wicked idea floats through your mind: you’d come looking for a picture to make Kageyama jealous, but why not a video? “Then you can show Tobio what he’s really missing out on.”
Your suggestion makes Oikawa freeze for a moment, his body stiffening as he looks at you through his long lashes. Then he’s pulling away from you, hand around your wrist tugging you after him as he weaves through attendees, a sudden urgency in his step that makes you giggle. You’re upstairs in a flash, no time to greet Mattsun and Makki before Oikawa ushers you inside a door and slams it shut behind him. You don’t get a moment to admire the room; Oikawa’s lips are back on yours, passionate and unyielding as a hand on the back of your head holds you close.
He guides you to his bed, your knees knocking against the mattress before you fall unceremoniously to his sheets. His eyes roam over your body, from the messed up straps of your dress that slip down your shoulders to the wet panties peeking beneath the hem of your dress. His smirk grows, fingers digging into his back pocket for his phone.
“Do you want to hold your dress up for me, love?”
It was your idea in the first place, but actually doing it sends embarrassment flooding throughout your body. Your fingers slowly pick up the hem of your dress, your cheeks warm as you do what he says. The click of the camera fills the room before he types something; then Oikawa throws the phone next to your body, leaning over you to lift your legs.
“My pretty little model.” You can’t tell if he’s making fun of you or complimenting you, but you let him lift your hips to tug your panties down anyway. He doesn’t even bother taking them off all the way before he’s on his knees in front of you, keeping your legs apart with a firm grip on your knees. “Let’s hear what kind of sounds you make, hm?”
You can tell why he has so many girls and guys pining after him the minute he flattens his tongue along your folds. His tongue is just as crafty as he is, dipping into your wet cunt as a tease before pulling back. Oikawa laughs into your pussy when you whine, the sound elongating when his curious tongue finds your clit and circles once. Your hips jerk up to meet his mouth when he does it again, lips settling around the bud and sucking harshly. You match with a harsh tug to his brown locks, one that makes him groan when you do it again.
Two of his fingers hold open your cunt so he can dive in, tongue flicking all over your walls to make you keen. He pushes deep enough that his nose bumps against your clit, and you squirm to pull him impossibly closer as heat flushes through your body. It’s like he knows all your sensitive spots, knows where to hit to make you throw your head back and moan. He trails his tongue up, running it over your clit as one of his fingers eases its way into your cunt. It’s sickeningly easy with how wet you are, enough that he pushes a second inside after only a few strokes.
“Oikawa,” You gasp as your walls begin to clamp down on him, pleasure making your toes curl against the floor. Then you hear the worst sound: his laugh. He pulls away from your clit, lips shining with your slick as his fingers continue to scissor and thrust inside of you. It feels good but it isn’t enough. “Nn, please—“
“How could Tobio-kun give this up?” He muses as his sharp eyes watch you hump his fingers for a little bit more friction. You bite down on your bottom lip, whimpering his name again as your thighs twitch. You need more, you’re so close— “You look so pretty when you’re this desperate.”
The word makes you whine, shaking your head as you stare down at him. He looks like he belongs right between your thighs and he knows it too, based on the little smirk on his face as he rises to his feet. His eyes flick over to the phone by your head and he laughs again, though it’s a hoarse sound that’s laced with his desire.
“Tobio-kun is mad~” He sing-songs, and it would have made you huff if he didn’t brush your clit and make you keen instead. “Why don’t we make him even angrier?”
The fingers in your cunt are suddenly in your mouth, pushing down on your tongue. You suck on them, hooded eyes watching his face twist as you circle your tongue and graze your teeth along his flesh.
“Call me Tooru,” he grins, pulling his fingers from your mouth and holding your bottom lip down with his thumb. “Maybe you can show me what else that mouth can do?”
It only takes a little shuffling to have you naked and hovering over him, his pretty brown locks splayed all over his pillow, his newly bare chest rising as you trail a finger down his smooth skin. The bulge in his pants is undeniable, and something compels you to lean down and run your tongue the length of his jeans. You keep your eyes on him the entire time, a smirk on your lips when you hear him hitch a breath.
“You little tease,” he laughs, hand tightening on the phone in his hand. You giggle at the nickname, fingers hurrying to undo his belt and button so you can unzip his pants and tug them down. His cock is as pretty as he is, springing free from his silk boxers and slapping against his stomach. Your fingers wrap around the base, kitten licking at the precum that’s already leaking out of the slit. Oikawa groans, a deep rumble from his chest that turns into a chuckle. “Now be a good girl and show Tobio-kun what he’s missing.”
You should probably feel more embarrassed than you are, about to be recorded as you take Oikawa’s length into your mouth. But you can’t find it in yourself to be, not when the sounds leaving his mouth go straight to your needy cunt, not when your clit throbs when you suck and he bucks into your mouth. Your eye catches the camera as you lick up his shaft, the click of the shutter sending a shiver down your spine. Then you move faster, fingers ghosting over his balls, sucking hard enough to make Oikawa moan and set his phone aside.
“Fuck, what a good mouth you have,” he praises, pushing down on the back of your head so your nose meets his neatly trimmed pubic hair. It’s a good thing you learned the trick to deep throat, your left thumb settled between your fingers as you take all of him. You hear him breathe shit, and your little giggle vibrates enough to make him clench his thighs. “Wonder if you have a good cunt, too?”
You moan when he shifts forward and his hand gropes at your side, and you move so you’re perpendicular to him, your mouth still working on his cock. You only pop off when his fingers find your pussy, pads of his fingertips running up your wet folds before disappearing inside.
“Mm, Tooru,” you whimper, wrapping a hand around his base and pumping in stride with each thrust of his fingers. “Please.”
“You are desperate,” he mocks, but he’s just as bad as you: chest heaving, pupils dilated, light sheet of sweat on his forehead and chest.
“Yes,” you agree with a whine when his fingers curl and hit deep within you, making your legs tremble. You trail your tongue all around his tip, batting your eyelashes at him as you squeeze his cock and make him hiss. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“As if I can say no to that.” He smacks your ass, the sting making you shift with a half-moan, half-giggle before he clicks his fingers. “Up.”
You nearly scramble into his lap as he rummages around his nightstand for a condom. As soon as it’s rolled onto his cock, you’re hovering over his length, running your glistening folds along his cock. You both groan, your fingers holding open your folds so you can sink down on him, head falling back as he fills you up completely.
“Shit,” you gasp when you rock your hips back and forth, getting him as deep as you can. He’s thicker than Kageyama, stretching you out deliciously. You place your hands on his chest as you sit up and fall back down on his cock with a breathy groan. “Tooru.”
Another slap of your ass rings in the room and you keen when he lifts his feet, using his knees as leverage so you can begin to bounce on his dick. He scrambles for his phone and your pussy clenches down on him so hard that he chokes out a moan. Your tits bounce as you work faster, head falling to the side as you eye the camera with your best sultry expression.
“Tooru,” you repeat, breathier, louder, making sure the camera can hear your panting breaths and the squelching of your pussy as you ride him. None of this is for show if you’re honest—his cock feels snug within your walls, sending goosebumps up your arms when he jerks his hips up into you. “Ohhh, do that again, please.”
“Fuck, you sound good saying my name,” he gasps as you dig your nails into his knees to ride him harder, his free hand coming to play with your jiggling tits, squeezing the globes and playing with your nipples until they’re hard before he moves on. “Whose cock are you riding, love?” He asks quietly, and there’s a strange note of competitiveness in his tone, a darkness that makes your eyes snap to his behind the camera.
“Tooru.” He rewards your moan with another snap of his hips, another tug to your nipples. “Your cock—fuck, feels so good—”
He shuts you up with his thumb in your mouth, having you wet it generously before he trails it down your body. You nearly jerk off of his cock when he touches your clit, your sharp yelp ringing in the room.
“Look how pretty you are bouncing on my dick,” he compliments as he rubs your clit in quick circles, lazy smirk on his face as you begin to tremble.
The camera is focused on the way his cock disappears into your quivering pussy, allowing you to watch his expression twist with his pleasure every time you squeeze around him. He’s goddamn beautiful and it sends heat straight to your already pulsing cunt, sends a shiver down your spine that signals your looming orgasm. Oikawa starts to fuck up into you, the squeaking of the bed drowned out by your whines and cries.
“T-Tooru—” You warn him with a gasp, eyes nearly falling shut when he hits that part of you that makes you babble that you want to cum.
“Mm, fuck, gotta go.”
You hear the end of the video, and a few clicks later, the phone is thrown off to the side to be forgotten. Oikawa’s grip on your hips is strong as he fucks you, and your fingers quickly replace his thumb, the circles of your clit as quick as his thrusts. You don’t even know what falls out of your mouth as you cum, a steady string of whimpers and pleas as you fall forward and cling to his chest. His thrusts don’t slow down once, even as you’re shaking and falling apart above him, the pleasure making your mind go fuzzy.
When you whimper his name one more time, he flips you over so he’s on top, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder. You wrap the other around his waist so he can fuck you without mercy, your body rising towards his headboard even with the harsh grip on your tits to keep you bouncing with him. You aren’t sure which is louder—the headboard smacking the wall, the squeak of the mattress, or the combined sounds falling from both of your lips—but you don’t give a shit. Especially not when he angles you and hits deep enough that you see stars, then hits it again and again when you beg for him to.
Your fingernails trail down his chest, no doubt leaving marks as his skin slaps against yours, and one of his hands trails down to your clit to rub the swollen nub.
“Ah, no, wait—” You whimper, still a bit sensitive from your previous orgasm, but the smirk on his face tells you that it’s on purpose.
“Come on, pretty girl,” he says through labored breaths. “One more for my eyes only.”
The possessiveness in his tone makes you shiver; the fast and messy rubs of your clit make your mind blank. Between how hard he fucks you, how fast he touches you, and how he tugs at your nipples as he thrusts, you’re a squirming, whimpering mess in no time. This orgasm is just as overwhelming as the first, heels digging into his back as you arch and shake, mouth fallen open with cries of his name that are loud enough to make your throat hoarse. There’s a choked off grunt of your name and a few more choppy thrusts before Oikawa lets out a soft cry that makes you pulse all around his softening cock. With a gentle swat, your leg falls to the bed, and his nose buries itself into your sweaty neck, his warm breaths making you squirm from the feeling.
“You really do sound pretty saying my name, you know,” he whispers into your skin as he draws lazy circles over your sides. He isn’t heavy so you gladly draw your fingers through his locks for a strange sense of peace after getting fucked boneless. “Better than Tobio-kun’s name, I’m sure.”
“Don’t bring him up,” you mutter, nose scrunching in annoyance. You’re trying to have a peaceful moment, even if it was your ex-boyfriend who brought on this situation in the first place.
“Oh?” His tone is playful as he pulls back enough to tilt his head at you, coming to rest on his forearm. “Did I fuck you good enough that you’ve forgotten all about him, love?”
“Hm.” You think about it for a moment, fingers trailing from his hair to his neck, down the line of his shoulder blade muscles to the small of his back. There you tap a few times, lips pursed in thought. “I had two years to train Tobio for what I like, so—”
“Train?” There’s another glint in Oikawa’s eye, playful, calculating, and downright unworldly. His free hand moves down your body, fingers brushing over your swollen folds and making you gasp. There’s a strange noise next to you, and it takes you a second to register that Oikawa’s phone is ringing endlessly. He barely looks over to the caller before he ignores it, parting your folds to swipe your clit. “And how did you do that?”
You can’t answer, body already singing with fire when he slips his cock from you and replaces it with two of his fingers. Not that you’d have any chance to; there’s angry stomping outside, a few people yelling, and then thunderous knocking on Oikawa’s bedroom door.
“Oikawa! Open up!”
You gasp. Kageyama Tobio stands outside the door, his annoyed and slurred voice drifting through his angry pounds against the door.
“Dude, we should go home—” That’s Hinata.
“What did Oikawa do now—” That’s Iwaizumi.
“I hope it’s my roommate—” That’s Alisa.
“Let me go—Oikawa!”
“You’re filming this, right, Makki?” That’s Mattsun.
“We should—” You try to urge but Oikawa’s fingers curl inside you and make you groan instead. The kiss he gives you when he leans down makes you forget all about the commotion outside the door, his tongue like a potion that makes you only see him.
His breath is hot, smirk even hotter when he breaks the kiss, fingers quickly making a mess of your already messy cunt.
“Why don’t you show him who you’re with now? I’m sure they’re all dying to hear it.”
The only correct way to love Tooru is to be entirely accepting of the fact that he deserved to be loved by everyone else too. He isn’t a sweet little bird you could stow away in a cage, scared to show him to the world because you were worried someone better than you might see him.
Admittedly you’d thought for a split second, maybe if you rooted through his luggage, stole every single shirt he owned and hid them away in your room he would be forced to stay. But you couldn’t do that, wouldn’t do that.
Naturally you were scared. This would be a huge change for you both, a part of your life that would be referenced to prefixed with ‘before’ and ‘after’. But whether you worked out or not, if he came back to you or he didn’t, you at-least wanted him to remember you as the one that loved him selflessly.
People scatter around you both continuing on with their journeys like nothing was happening, like you weren’t about to lose what felt like another limb, like you wouldn’t go on through life with a phantom body in your bed.
Tooru looks devastated by it all now that he’s here, saying his final goodbyes to you. His eyes are glassy and his nose pink, lip bitten with stress. “W—why does this feel so dramatic?” He chokes, laughing weakly as a few stray tears spill over onto his cheeks.
The corner of your mouth does pull up into a smile at that, feeling the hold of his hand in yours tighten. “The plane does have wifi. We’re acting like you’re not going to text me as soon as you’re on it,” you murmur fondly, trying to keep the tremble out of your voice.
“I’m going to text you so much you’ll be sick of me,” he sniffs. “I’ll text you, and call you, facetime you, all of it. Constantly. It’ll be like— like I never left”.
You both know that isn’t true, but you appreciate it nonetheless. You reach up to swipe the sleeve of your hoodie under his eyes to dry his face and he leans heavily into the touch, gaze never straying from you.
“I’m so proud of you, Tooru,” you tremble. “And I love you so much. Whatever happens after this—”
“Stop,” he interrupts coldly, his expression strained and a little fearful. “Don’t talk like you’ve already accepted the idea that this won’t last”.
“Things happen, Tooru,” you whisper defeatedly. “It might not work”.
“Then I’ll make it work,” he hisses, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you against his chest, enveloping you into his arms. Gripping the back of his shirt in your clenched fists, you try not to cry.
“I’ll make it work,” he repeats, softer this time in reassurance, “you know I never give up on anything once I’ve set my mind to it. That includes you”.
You nod, all too familiar with his bullheadedness. It relieves some of the tension twisted in your gut.
“Besides, I’m scared too,” you feel him press a kiss to your temple. “I’m the one leaving you here. What if you find someone else when I’m gone? Someone that won’t put their dream before you?”
If his hold on you wasn’t so secure you’d have stepped back to flick him harshly on the forehead for such a ridiculous idea. You settle on pinching the skin of his back, giggling under your breath when he yelps.
“Your dream is my dream, dummy,” you tilt your chin up to show him the sincerity in your face as you gently scold him. “I’ll never find someone else, there’s no other man like you”.
“After all, there’s only one Oikawa Tooru. I’m ok with letting the world have you, for now”.
His bottom lip quivers, cheeks already damp again despite your drying of them earlier. How annoying, you think, he’s beautiful even when he’s covered in tears and snot.
“I love you,” he croaks. As the speaker overhead announces in English that the gate to his flight is opening and will soon start boarding, he frantically begins peppering your face with kisses. “I love you”.
“I love you too, baby,” you laugh, as he takes your cheeks into his hands, smushing them together to press a long, wet kiss to your puckered mouth.
When he steps away from you the dread floods in to fill the space and you don’t force yourself to smile. It feels like you’re experiencing a lucid dream as you watch him walk away through the glass doors, the warmth from his embrace still clinging to you.
You remain frozen in place staring in the direction which he left until you are startled by your phone vibrating.
love of my life
miss you love you miss you love you
[1 image received]
Attached to the message is a selfie of Tooru in his plane seat, ugly crying, face pressed up against the small window through which you can see the back of the airport. You grin.
The dread lifts.
asking him how to confess to your crush (him)
⤷ oikawa, suna, bokuto, iwaizumi ; [gn!reader]
TAGS: fluff/crack if you squint, confessions
NOTES: please reblog or i’ll cry
you can’t miss the momentary look of sadness, but he quickly hides it with a cocky smile
he tells you the cheesiest possible way to confess to someone. he doesn’t even know if it’ll work on not
(he actually hopes it doesn’t, but he can’t just be an asshole and tell you something that clearly won’t work)
but once he realizes that he is the person you like, his mind jumps to several different places all at once
he’s happy but also he can’t properly form words, please bear with him </3
He hummed a response to you, ghost of a smile on his lips. He always liked the way you said his name, even if it was just his family name.
“I have a favor... so there’s this guy that I like, and I wasn’t sure how to tell him. Do you think you could give me ideas?”
You don’t miss the pout on his lips, the way his eyebrows furrow, the hurt in his eyes. If one were to blink, they wouldn’t have missed it. He smiled and laughed, quickly trying to hide how much his heart ached.
People — in reality, only makki and mattsun — had asked you if you had feelings for someone. But you never gave them an answer, just a flustered smile and a shrug.
“Uhm... I don’t know, depends on the person. You can get a bouquet or something, and chocolates maybe?”
A smile lit up your face. He had looked so pained to say it; his nose was wrinkled up a little, one hand at the back of his neck, eyes looking anywhere but you.
“Oh, yeah! That sounds sweet, he might like that. Should I ask him what his favorite flowers are?”
“Yeah.” His heart sunk impossibly lower.
“Got it. So, what are your favorite flowers?”
He looked up from where he’d taken a sudden interest in the floor, looking around for someone else. But no one seemed to be engaging in a conversation with you — actually, he realized it was only you and him in the room.
“No, I meant ask this guy that you like.”
“I just did.”
He doesn’t say anything at first, eyes wide and lips parted. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t quite read. Shock, or was in confusion? There was also an undertone of hurt, like he couldn’t tell if this was some sick joke or not.
“You mean... me? I’m the- you have feelings for me?”
Your heart fell then — of course you’d been nervous to tell him. But with the constant flirting, you were beginning to think that maybe it wasn’t just harmless and playful anymore. That maybe even if it was still done playfully, there was truth behind those words, behind the smiles and the winks he sent you.
“If you don’t feel the same way, it’s fine, I just-”
“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I was just a little surprised is all. I feel the same way, and you’re great, really, I just figured I wasn’t your type.”
“But you are.” You said, heating rising in your cheeks. Nothing could mask the smile he wore, even if he was trying not fight it.
“And you are my type. Guess we’re both lucky, hm?”
he is determined not to let you notice how his heart stopped in his chest
he still holds the same disinterested, bored look on his face as always, although he’s unaware you could see right through him
refuses to give you advice on how to go about confessing
in fact, the last thing he wants to do is be around you — he knows you were never his, so he can’t be upset, but it still turns his stomach
tell him before he can find an excuse to leave, or else your confession will be a lot more painstaking due to him dodging any interaction with you
“So uh... if you were to confess to someone you like, how do you think you would do it?” Your voice sounded so sweet, so genuine.
“Why? You have a little crush on somethin’?” He laughed.
You don’t miss the way his nose scrunches and the look in his eyes. He’s looking at the floor with narrowed eyes, almost as though the floor was the cause of his jealousy.
Well, not his jealousy — he wasn’t jealous, was he?
“Hm,” He hums, and you find him putting back on the same incurious face that he always wore. “I don’t know, elaborate confessions are pointless. Just tell the person how you feel. If they really like you, they won’t turn you aware for being simple.”
“Ah, that’s true.” You smile, though it’s fueled with nervousness. “So, one more thing I gotta say then.”
“Make it quick, I’ve to be somewhere soon.” Suna hates the bitter taste in his mouth.
He knows he shouldn’t care, after all he’s never worked up the courage to spill his heart to you, so he doesn’t have a right to feel like something is being torn — no, stolen — away from him.
“Right. You said simple, so... I like you, and I think you’re really sweet. And you’re funny and you’re so caring, even though you would never admit that. Um, I hope that was boiled down enough for you.”
“You’re kidding right?”
The tone in his voice is almost accusatory, although he doesn’t mean it to be, he just genuinely doesn’t believe you. When had you ever shown interest in him? Not that he was complaining.
“No. But it’s fine if you d-”
“I never said that. If you mean it though, maybe you can tell me the longer version of everything you like about me. Over coffee or something?”
ok first off, let me stop you right there, because baby boy is gonna get so sad :(
there is no hiding the hurt he’s feeling. he’s always expressive, even though he’s trying to hide it
please stop him there because his mood is only going downhill
actually tells you some elaborate, thought out thing that you assumed was from the top of his head
(although in reality, he’s thought about telling you how he feels on countless times)
but when he realizes that you’re talking about him he instantly does a 180, he looks like he’s in heaven
“Bokuto!” You call his name with a smile. You’ve found you can always get a matching one from him whenever you do so.
And of course he smiles back at you, the same excited look in his eyes as always. “Y/n!”
“I need advice.” You say.
His expression drops into one of worry at your tone. If there was anything that Bokuto hated in this world, it was seeing you upset.
“What is it?”
“I need to know how to tell someone that I have feelings for them.”
And just like that, you can see his heart break through his expression. His eyebrows pin up and he presses his lips into a thin line. You can tell that he’s trying not to show you how bothered he was by that one sentence.
He always was bad at pretending he was fine though. It was clear, if nothing else you could see his watery eyes.
“Oh... uhm. Can I ask who the person is?”
You’re hesitant to say it. But you don’t know why, because his reaction was your final bit of proof that he had feelings for you too. He hadn’t been subtle before, but now it was obvious.
“What?” Bokuto said, although the word was breathless.
He doesn’t wait for you to respond to him. Instead, the wide smile he always wore appeared back on his face and he wrapped his arms around you.
Usually, Bokuto’s hugs are tight anyway. They’re filled with a need to be close to you and a need to convey the emotion of ‘you are the only thing grounding me right now’.
But this one was tighter. He buried his face into your neck, but you could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. “I may have to confess to someone too.”
iwaizumi is a gentleman about it, as much as he doesn’t want to be
if anything, he wants to tell you right then and there about his feelings
but the fact (or rather, the thought) that you’ve taken an interest in someone else is all the evidence he needs to stop himself
the last thing he wants to do it mess with your emotions so he intends to stuff he feelings down to deepest parts of his mind in hopes that they’ll one day disappear
until of course, he realizes that he is the guy you’d been talking about
he gets giddy, believe it or not. he hates to admit it sometimes, but unbeknownst to you, you have so much control over his emotions
“So, Iwa?” You said, and he tried to overlook the cautious tone to your voice.
“Uh, theres this guy that I kind of have feelings for. But the thing is, I don’t know how to tell him.” You sound nervous.
Iwaizumi assumes it’s from the thought of having to tell this person your feelings, yet he doesn’t realize that said person is him and it’s coming sooner than he’d realized.
He doesn’t say anything in response to you at first. His eyes narrow only slightly, then he takes a deep breath and turns back to you with his usual expression.
“If you’re going to tell them, do something sweet and simple. If you get all extravagant with it, it might freak ‘em out. Maybe... I dunno, buy a little gift and tell them?
He hid it well. The mix of jealousy, regret, and sadness in him was painful, but he clenched his fists and tried not to let his voice crack. If there was someone you knew that didn’t cry, it was Iwaizumi. Yet here he was, doing everything in his power not show how upset he was.
What was he even doing anyway? He was helping you find a lover that was not himself. Not that you even knew that, because in reality he’d never shown to you that he had feelings towards you.
That was something he was regretting a lot now.
“Oh I see, what kind of gift would you like?”
Ouch. As though this couldn’t hurt more. “I don’t know, depends on the person. Ask him, not me.”
“I just did, dummy.”
It took him a few seconds to process that, then another few seconds for the relief and happiness to wash over him. A smile rugged at the corner of his lips.
“That’s cute. You and I can go out somewhere this weekend and I can help you pick something out, hm?”
oikawa is just so infuriatingly big, and what makes him so insufferable is that he knows it. envelops you entirely when he pins you to the mattress, cages you between a pair of sturdy arms that flex and relax with each plunge of his heavy cock into your weeping hole. engulfs you until there isn’t a sliver of space that isn’t obscured by rippling muscle and rough, calloused hands that pry your thighs apart when you kick and writhe from the overstimulation. the only thing grounding you is the cold metal of the silver chain adorning his neck, bumping and slithering against your skin in tandem with the breathless chuckles and patronizing coos that spill from a tongue as filthy as the devil himself. he’s such an asshole, leaning all of his weight on you as he folds you into a perfect mating press, pinning your knees to your chest so tightly that you can’t run from the bulbous, mushroom head nudging imposingly at your cervix. you can’t do anything but take it. take everything he so generously offers you.
kisses you all slow n’ sweet with tongue and murmurs he loves you while you gush creamy rings around the base of his cock with hearts blooming in your bleary, unfocused eyes. oh, how he adores when your eyes go all hazy. he lightly pats your cheek to regain your attention, just to ask with a shit-eating grin, “there she is. what’s the matter, bunny? can’t go all stupid on me yet. c’mon, say ah.” his chest swells with pride when you comply, parting swollen, glossy lips to allow him to deposit a glob of saliva on your pretty, pink tongue. manhandles you exactly where he wants you—pins your hands above your head to watch your tits bounce as he drives into you, flips you onto your knees and lifts your ass up to provide him with an angle that has you sobbing into the mattress, picks you up to prop your back against the door of your apartment and plop you down hard on his cock. he fucks you raw until he’s drunk off the pillowy warmth of your walls and the squeals of delight he earns when his balls slap, slick with your arousal and heavy with cum, against the globes of your ass. he reprimands you for being greedy when he’s the one demanding orgasm after orgasm from you until your little princess cunt is all sore n’ squelching obscenely with every push and drag of his cock :(
your anime husband laying under you as you ride his dick, hands gripping your hips, breathy moans slipping past his lips as his head lolls back and he moans: damn angel, don’t stop, ‘kay? feels so good. and once you throw your head back, breasts prominent to him, he says (cocky, giddy): you ‘bout to cum, angel? c’mon, precious, cum all over my dick and once you do, he flips positions — eats you out like there’s no tomorrow, like his life depends on it — because you’re so divine, he can’t help it.