#Also.. the phone and laptop timelines do not match up in the slightest.. do me a solid and ignore that sdfsdfsd

[dol-dee]

Emotional Support Orphan / context

[crayonwriting]

Attention (Oikawa Tooru)

Here's something I needed to bust out. Haha! As usual, this was inspired by TikTok. I can't find the exact video this was inspired from. I'll link it here when I find it. Enjoy!

You sat by Oikawa's desk while randomly scrolling through your phone. Your chin was resting against the palm of your hand and you stared at him from across the room. He was sitting by the edge of his bed with his laptop open in front of him. His eyes were glued to the screen for almost an hour already as he watched the official replay of one of his matches.

Oikawa's team had won that match, by the way. It was just a personal tradition of his to watch the replays for the sole purpose of knowing how to improve himself. Knowing his dedication to the sport, you understood and decided to hang out with him until he was done.

But today you were feeling needier than usual. It was rare for you and Oikawa to get off days that are undisturbed by anything so this was a rare opportunity. 

"Tooru." He didn't move an inch. "Tooru!" You called again. He hummed at you as an acknowledgement that he heard you.

"Cuddle me, please?" You stretched out your arms towards him with the cutest pout—at least that's what you thought—that you could muster. Your boyfriend didn't even glance at you as he said that he would after a few more minutes. You sighed loudly, dejected and a little bit pissed. 

You wracked your brain on how you could get Oikawa's attention.  Walk out? No, you'll probably just walk back in after a minute or two. Lay on his lap? No. You've already tried that before. 

You suddenly recalled a video you saw on your timeline a few days ago. It was an internet trend apparently. You and Oikawa were suckers for internet trends, especially those for couples. He'd take all the opportunities he could get to flaunt your relationship to others. If it meant that he could show the world how happy you make him, consider it done.

You weren't sure if he's already seen this trend you're about to do. But you hoped he hadn't.

Setting your phone down on the table, you walked to where he sat on the bed. You took a quick breath to compose yourself. Standing in front of him, you called out his name.

Oikawa glanced up at you from his laptop. "Y/N—"

You wasted no time, leaving over him to smash your lips against his. He let out a small yelp of surprise before kissing you back. He pulled away slightly to ask what was up but you didn't let him, connecting your lips once more. You forced his mouth open with your tongue which he didn't oppose.

Oikawa set his laptop to the side blindly and held you by the shoulders. He let out a small moan of satisfaction when he felt your tongue rub against his. He sucked on your lip which made your stomach flip; you almost forgot about your goal. You pulled him closer to you and pressed your lips on his firmly. 

You pushed his shoulders down, making him fall on the bed. You gave him the sultriest look you could muster and hoped it worked. It seemed to work because Oikawa now sported a hungry look on his face and his eyes were filled with anticipation of what's about to come. 

He stretched out his arms and crossed them behind his head. You ran your hand from his chest down his body. You swore you felt him shiver in the slightest. 

You hopped on the bed and loomed over him. You swayed your hips a little bit and Oikawa couldn't help but blush and lick his lips hungrily. Despite having volleyball in his mind all day, with the correct amount of persuasion, he'd drop it any time for you. He was just that whipped.

Gotcha.

Oikawa knew what was about to go down—at least he thought he did. As he relaxed on the soft mattress of the bed, he barely had time to register the way you suddenly twisted your body to the side and slammed down onto him like a crazy pro wrestler.

He doubled over in pain and gasped as the wind got knocked out of him harshly. Rolling beside him, you cackled at his pained expression. He turned his back to you and wrapped his arms around himself to soothe the pain.

"I'm sorry, Tooru." You said in between giggles. "But you weren't paying attention to me."

He moaned in pain and glanced at you, eyes furrowed and shining with tears. "And there was no other way to get my attention? That was really mean, Y/N-chan."

Feeling the slightest bit guilty, you could at him. "Awww, I'm sorry baby." You wrapped your body around his, spooning him from behind. You kissed his shoulders and back affectionately. "It was also a trend online. So, I just had to do it."

He grunted and playfully shuffled away from you. Even though you can't see his face, you knew he was sporting a huge pout right now. You also knew the remedy to a pouty childish Oikawa.

"I'm really sorry, Tooru." You placed a trail of kisses from his shoulders to his neck up to his cheeks and temple. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." You snuggled into his back as you felt him slowly relax to your touch.

After a few moments, he turned to face you and laid on your chest. You kissed the top of his head.

"I am so gonna get you back for this."