#oikawa tooru x reader

[chimielie]

“what’s the wi-fi password?” you ask tooru. more accurately, you ask tooru’s back, because he’s busy turning on the tv and setting the channel to JSPORTS.

“oh, your name,” he says, “and then 13.”

you snort at his predictability. your name is kind of sweet, though, you remember watching it with him as teenagers, the tears running down his face and his thick denials that he totally wasn’t crying at the end.

Incorrect password for “Oikawifi.” your screen reads.

“it didn’t work,” you say, leaning over the back of the couch and stretching your arm out towards him. he’s standing about a foot from the screen with his left hand on his hip and the remote in the other, looking vaguely reminiscent of a father trying to navigate technology.

“dumb-dumb,” he turns to you, “did you forget how to spell your own name?”

“eh?” you say. “your name?”

“no, your name,” he says your forename then, and you color brilliantly, or at least it feels like it, your face hot, suddenly unable to look at him head-on. “and then 13. like—“

“josé blanco, i know,” you roll your eyes fondly, a defense against whatever this reveals about him. “you’re gonna get hacked.”

“no way, blanco will protect me,” he says. “and you. you’d protect me, wouldn’t you? since i put your name as my password and all?”

“uh-huh,” you say, distracted as your phone accepts the password combo. “hey, is your bank account password my name too?”

[evamame]

for @ruby-rube | event master post ☀️

beach day with oikawa

the bright sun beams over the hot sand on the beach as you walk side by side with oikawa, bags in hand. you find a spot to set up camp, him laying down a large blanket on the ground as you dig through a tote bag for sunscreen.

“turn around,” you tell him, holding up a spray can of spf.

“i don’t need sunscreen,” he whines. you just roll your eyes and try to contain the smirk on your face.

“i’m not listening to you cry over having to put on aloe vera when you get burnt. turn around.”

he pouts and sends you a last resort puppy eyed look (that doesn’t work) before letting you spread the sunscreen over his bare back. it takes everything in you not to ogle like an idiot over his toned muscles and the way the light from the sun highlights every groove.

“let me do yours,” he says when you’re done, taking the can from your hand and massaging your back with the spray. he kisses your shoulder, now oily with the smell of sunscreen, before running off towards the shore.

you assume he’s going to take a dip in the water, so you just dig through the cooler to set up the lunch you packed for when he returns: watermelon cut into bite sized cubes, sliced sandwiches, ice cold seltzers, and bags of chips. you lay down on the blanket, basking in the comforting warmth from the sun that’s still high in the sky at mid afternoon. you close your eyes as the salty breeze rushes by and tickles your skin.

after a while, you hear the shuffling of sand and a dramatic grunt from oikawa as he takes a seat beside you. his legs are covered in sand, particularly his knees, probably from kneeling on the ground. he grabs a few pieces of watermelon and chucks them in his mouth.

“i have something to show you,” he declares in between bites of fruit, running his fingers through your hair that’s gone wild from the wind and pulling the messy strands out of your face.

you hum as you open your eyes, squinting to adjust to the brightness of the outside. “lead the way.”

he grabs you by the hand and brings you to the place at the shoreline where the sand begins to turn into mud. along the shore are pictures he drew with his fingers. there’s summer themed designs like suns and seashells, but there’s also hearts and a poorly drawn stick figure work of you and him holding hands that makes you have to stifle a laugh. in the center of his masterpiece is a big heart with your initials written inside, a reminder of one of the countless cheesy ways he used to tease you back in high school.

“it’s the story of us,” he smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“the story of us is stick figures and sunshine?”

he laughs, nodding. “yeah, something like that.”

“now i’m in the mood for making a sandcastle. go get the buckets. shovels too.”

“yes ma’am.” he runs off, returning with castle shaped bucket molds and colorful plastic shovels.

you spend the afternoon making creations in the sand and occasionally chasing each other through the water to cool down, laughing through sips of sparkling canned drinks and sunscreen reapplication. you leave your mark on the beach as the sun starts to set, your creations of palaces and stupid looking drawings left behind as you walk home hand in hand with oikawa.

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tags: @scoupsworld @mires765 @amaliaaliena @lazytheoristflower @nanasrkives @frozen-waffle

[riddlesrose]

highschool tooru oikawa who promises he'll always be by your side, through thick and thin. the two of you carve out your initials on an old tree trunk like some cheesy romcom in a secret spot you found only days before. he's elated when you tell him on graduation day that you've been accepted to the same college he'll be going to the following school year.

college tooru who plays for the japan national team. he's having a blast with old and new friends and old rivals, and you in the stands, cheering him on as the games go on. there are nights when you sneak into his dorm, or he into yours, where you stay up way later than you should, getting to know each other over and over again.

pro volleyball player tooru who moves to argentina despite his promises. through sadness and a tear or two he swears he'll come back as often as he can, but you know it'll be hard during his seasons. six months in, you end up making a surprise visit during his playoff games. he catches sight of you in the stands like college and is filled with mixed emotions because he's going to have to refund the plan ticket that leaves tomorrow. after the games, which they won, he drops to one knee in the middle of the floor in the heat of the moment, asking you to make him the happiest player on the court.

fiancé tooru who proposes properly when the two of you are back home a week later, like he planned. he takes you to the secluded spot you found back in highschool, it's decorated and dimly lit. after some reminiscing and wine he slips the wedding band over your finger again, and no, he's not crying. you are. when he returns to argentina, you go with him this time. (he wears his ring on a chain around his neck, tucked into his shirt during games even though he knows he's not supposed to. but he can't help it, you're his lucky charm.)

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[itoshiierae]

Hiii can I request for haikyuu boys as your bodyguard au?? 😫 ( Oikawa, Kuroo, Atsumu, Bokuto )

ᡣ𐭩 ft: oikawa tooru, kuroo tetsurou, atsumu miya, bokuto kotarou

ᡣ𐭩 notes: i once also had this idea for a one-shot but i couldn’t decide which character to give it to, so it ended up getting scrapped 🥹 but hypothetically speaking, if this were to turn into a one-shot… which one of these boys would be your pick? 👀

ᡣ𐭩 cw: bodyguard au, f!reader, fluff <33 playful tension/banter

౨ৎ OIKAWA TOORU ᰋ the charming bodyguard who flirts like it’s part of the job (it’s not)

➛ always dressed in sleek black — tailored suits with hidden holsters. tactical, but make it ✨editorial✨

➛ “… so you sure you’re not purposefully getting into danger just to spend more time with me?” — he knows he’s goodlooking which is exactly the reason why his ego is permanently sky high… he’s almost too confident that you get yourself into risky situations just to have him around more.

➛ calls you ‘princess’ or ‘boss’ depending on his mood. the dynamic between you two was never super strict, or fully professional… and maybe that’s why the tension’s gotten so blurry.

➛ casually blocks other men from getting too close to you with just an arm and a fake, practiced smile. he hates it when they get too friendly or cozy with you. he won’t say anything about it, but you could feel the shift in his energy almost immediately.

➛ goes quiet when you’re even slightly hurt :( holds your wrist delicately. “… you literally scared me,” he mutters under his breath.

“… and i hate being scared.”

──★

౨ৎ KUROO TETSUROU ᰋ the composed bodyguard who swore he wouldn’t fall for you (he already has)

➛ always two steps behind you, watching everything carefully. he’s one of the best. there were plenty of clients who wanted him as their bodyguard but for some reason, he’s only dedicated to you. he turned down every other job without a second thought

➛ speaks in low commands: “… stay close.” “be extra careful when i’m not around.”

➛ he doesn’t outwardly flirt, but somehow, everything he says sounds like it anyway. there’s always a flirty edge to his voice — even when he’s being completely serious

➛ someone grabs your arm — your failed blind date, the one your parents set you up with and it’s over. he reacts without thinking — slams the guy so hard into the nearest wall that the sound echoes.

“… you think you can touch her!!??” his voice is low, furious — sharp with quiet rage. and even then, he’s still staring at him like he’s ready to go back and finish the job.

➛ only softens when the two of you are alone. “shit… i’m here to protect you… not fall for you.”

well too bad …he’s already failed miserably.

──★

౨ৎ ATSUMU MIYA ᰋ the cocky bodyguard who jokes too much… until someone disrespects you

➛ black aviators, a coiled acoustic tube earpiece, and a cocky smirk — he looked like he walked straight out of a hollywood action movie

➛ “look, i’m just sayin’ — if ya get kidnapped, i’m not doing all that unnecessary paperwork...” the two of you have a nonstop back-and-forth banter, constantly “arguing” over the stupidest things like you’re in your own sitcom.

➛ but when things do get serious??? he’s terrifyingly efficient. one time, someone disrespected you in front of him and he immediately stepped in without hesitation.

“ya got five seconds to walk away before i make ya regret openin’ yer damn mouth...”

➛ always calls you ‘annoying’ but will knock a guy out for looking in your direction a little too long

➛ once, you said you wanted to be alone. he immediately laughed and muttered, “over my dead body, sweetheart.”

you thought it was a joke. it wasn’t.

──★

౨ৎ BOKUTO KOTARO ᰋ the golden-retriever bodyguard who’ll protect you with his whole chest

�� overall, he gives off golden retriever energy — but he’s still a trained weapon when needed. he’s super muscular and built like a wall, so most people don’t even think about messing with you when they see him around

➛ “don’t worry!! i’ll keep you safe no matter what!!!” he always speaks like he’s yelling, but that’s just his default setting 😭

➛ he once got emotional when you bought him something for his birthday. “… t-this is for me???” and he smiled so wide you could’ve swore your heart almost gave out.

➛ surprisingly good at reading your emotions — he always knows when you’re nervous, when to step closer, and when to quietly give you space.

➛ tackled someone on instinct once because they raised their voice at you. he doesn’t tolerate disrespect especially when it comes to you.

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[deardaichi]

for @sweetseaweed | event masterpost

oikawa always does the dishes. that’s just how it’s always been. your hands make dinner, his go straight to the sink. sleeves rolled up, water running, the faint clink of plates against porcelain. you stand next to him with a towel, drying whatever he hands you — a rhythm so familiar it settles into your bones.

it’s not about efficiency. it never was. it’s about standing side by side, sleeves pushed up and shoulders brushing, your fingers meeting his for a second too long as you pass off a damp glass. sometimes he talks. sometimes you do. sometimes neither of you says anything at all.

when you moved into the new place, the dishwasher was supposed to make things easier. but after a few days, you both stopped using it. it felt strange — empty, almost. too quiet.

now it’s just a drying rack. the sink fills again. your towel finds its usual place draped over your shoulder. and oikawa, without a word, rolls up his sleeves and falls back into step beside you — like nothing changed.

sometimes, something bakes in the background. shortbread cookies, usually — the kind he mixes together without measuring, claiming he “just knows” the ratio by heart. they fill the kitchen with a quiet, buttery warmth as you work. the scent settles between you like another part of the routine.

some routines are just habits. but this — this is something softer. something closer. something that feels like home.

© deardaichi | everything here is written with care — please don’t repost, copy, or alter my work without permission.

[x3nawr1tes]

erm hiii!! so i can’t write to save my life but you can so i come to you with a very humble request 🧎‍♀️

could you like write about maybe a tooru x reader (saw hes your favorite ehe mine too i need one in my life where to purchase fr) who mentions in passing that her type is basketball players or smth stupid like that and he hears it and legit doesn’t talk to her for a week and then they make up at the end so it’s like just super fluffy

basically tooru being dramatic because that’s the way i like my men fr 🙏

“Not Your Type?!”

Oikawa x reader

╭─〔❨✧✧❩〕─╮

“So… what’s your type?” Your best friend asks you.

It’s lunch right now; you and your best friend are eating linch together in your classroom, sitting at the desks by the window.

“hm… I don’t know. I like athletic guys though- yk?”

Oikawa’s eyes lighten up. His back is facing toward you though.

“Probably a basketball player though.” You twirl a piece of your hair in between your fingers as you let out some giggles. “It’s pretty hot, not gonna lie. And most of them are tall- I mean, there are short basketball players though. As long as I can make eye contact with them I’m good.”

Oikawa pouts from his spot.

Your friend nods approvingly, “oooh~~ great point. I see the vision-“

“Exactly!”

~~~~~~~~~~~

It’s the afternoon now. You get out of history; your last period and wait by the gates of the school. You’re supposed to meet up with Oikawa to walk home, as routine on Mondays, since that’s their day off.

You’re sipping your peach tea, waiting… It’s been 10 minutes?! Where is he?!?!

You take out your phone to text oikawa, pressing the keys

╭ ─┉──┉─ ╮

YOU

where r u???

borderline f slur

Hm?

YOU

It’s Monday.

Arent we supposed to walk home together?

borderline f slur

oh.

yeah sorry

my mom was told me to come home right after skl

YOU

oh ok

see you tomorrow then :)

╰ ─┉──┉─ ╯

The hell?! Did this hoe seriously leave you on read?! What did you even do?

You walk off campus, not thinking about much. Eh, maybe he’s busy? His mom did want him home earlier…

~~~~~~~~~~~ It gets even weirder.

Not only that, but Oikawa stopped saying ‘hi’ to you in the hallways, stopped walking with you, and even stopped reaching out.

Every time you wanted to talk to him, he brushed you off saying he had something to do.

He always made time for you before; but now? It’s like you don’t even exist.

Did I do something wrong? Is he getting tired of me?

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey-! Iwaizumi-kun,” You call out.

It’s Monday now; still no sign of Oikawa talking to you. You carry your bento in one hand to eat later.

Iwaizumi looks at you through his classroom door, “Hm? L/n-san? Why are you here?”

You’re somewhat acquainted with Iwaizumi. Definitely not as close as Oikawa, but you definitely enjoy bullying him with Iwaizumi.

You take a breath before continuing, “It’s… it’s Oikawa… he’s been ignoring me for the past week.”

Iwaizumi sighs, “Knowing him, it’s probably something petty. But you should talk to him.”

“You don’t know anything?”

Iwaizumi shakes his head, “No, I don’t. I don’t know what goes on in that idiot’s mind half of the time”

“True. I guess I’ll go talk to him. Thanks.” You step away from the classroom.

You spend a precious 10 minutes of your lunch period looking for Oikawa, looking for him all throughout campus. As soon as lunch ended, it seemed like he vanished into thin air!

You couldn’t find him in the gym, the courtyard, anything! Damn. I feel like one of his crazy fangirls… What am i gonna do? Confess my love? You blush at the thought. Sure, you did like him, even if he wasn’t your usual type… but shit like this is exhausting.

You finally find Oikawa in the basketball court, of all places. You can see him trying to shoot; but then missing. Horrendously. Wanting to observe more, you hide behind a nearby tree.

Oikawa continues practicing, trying to dribble and shoot. He even trips on his own feet.

Isn’t he a volleyball player?!

Deciding that you’re tired of this… whatever it was, you emerge from your hiding place from the tree and step forward.

“Oikawa?”

He visibly jolts when he sees you.

“Y-y/n?!?!” The stutter tells you everything you need to know.

You take a few steps forward once more.

“You’ve been avoiding me lately. Why?”

Oikawa grits his teeth. “None of your business”

“It kind of is. And you just confirmed it.”

He… pouts? “Tch. Do you even care?” Oikawa says in a slightly passive aggressive manner.

“Yes, I do! Were friends after all-“ You realize how angry you might’ve sounded and switch up your tone a bit, “I do care about you and value our friendship. If there’s something bothering you, then tell me please. Did I do something wrong? Ignoring me won’t solve the problem”

Oikawa is silent for a second. Then pouts again. “You don’t get it!”

“Then explain it to me-“ You reason. This bitch is being so hard to talk to for no reason!

“Hmph! Go talk to talk and hot basketball players then. They’d probably understand.”

You’re confused. “Hm? What do you mean-“ Oh. Your mind goes back days ago when you were talking to your friend.

“Yeah! Of course you don-“

You sigh. He really is pathetic. “Is this about me saying my type was basketball players?”

“…yes,” Oikawa looks a little childish.

“I… Oikawa- do you- like me?”

“…yes,” Oikawa’s pout doesn’t seem to lessen.

You sigh, “So you’re jealous?”

“A little…”

“Look, even though I said my type was basketball players, I still think you’re cute. Even though you might be a little pouty. And overdramatic sometimes.” Oikawa’s eyes light up. “I still like you even if you aren’t my usual type. And that doesn’t mean I like you any less”

Oikawa seems to be processing your words before smiling wider than you’ve ever seen before, “Wait- does y/n-chan think I’m cute?”

“A little. But please don’t ignore me if something’s wrong.”

Suddenly, you feel a pair of arms wrapped around your torso. “Oikawa!” He buries his fave into your neck, and you can’t help but lift up your arm to caress the side of his face. “We’re at school-! What if someone sees!”

Oikawa reluctantly pulls away. “I couldn’t help myself-“ he sticks out his tongue, appearing cheeky.

“ok, ok.”

“Wait- you said you like me too-!”

“I did,” You reply.

“Wait so you’re like… madly in love with me now?”

“I wouldn’t call it that. But… ok. And for the record; you don’t have to change yourself just to try and be ‘my type’. I like you for you.”

Oikawa wastes no time, “So are you willing to be my girlfriend?”

“…yes, I am,” You smile slightly.

Before you can stop him, he pulls you into another hug.

“Oikawa!” You can’t lie… it is cute. He’s like a puppy, you think. You laugh a bit. “Let go before anyone sees. Especially your fangirls-“

Oikawa smirks, “Tch. Like I care”

“God- ok…. Let me eat first; I’m hungry. And i bought milk bread from the student store- your favorite.” You pull away from him as you both sit down under a tree.

~~~~~~~~~~~

You’re now sitting in your room, with Oikawa’s head in your lap. He’s looking up at you.

“So… you sure your type isn’t basketball players?”

You peer down at him with an exasperated look on your face, “yes-! Im sure-“ You stroke his head.

“mmh…” Oikawa leans into the touch, “Alright…”

A/n FOR MY HUZZ (😳😳😳 /p) @whoo0sh ENJOY THE FOOD AND EAT UP (the rest of yall eat too… i have plenty to share :p)

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[kitashousewife]

“baby,” oikawa’s whisper rasps through the quiet night, delicate and fragile. his fingers trace the bedsheets and a grin plays at his lips when he hears you mumble his name.

“you’re home,” you sit up, groggy as ever. oikawa has been gone with the team for 2 weeks. he was supposed to come home this evening, right after dinner, but after flight delays it was gonna be much later. you tried to stay up, but couldn’t hang.

“i’m home,” he kisses your head, smiling. “i didn’t want to wake you-“

“i missed you,” you pull him in, giggling while he falls onto the mattress. even though he’s been gone for 2 weeks, he still smells like home. “coming to bed?”

“soon, my love. gonna shower,” he’s mumbling into your shirt now, snuggled up and cozy. after a few minutes, when you finally drift off, he slowly makes his way to the shower.

“i’ll be back, i promise.”

oikawa rushes through his shower, moving as quick as someone can in the wee hours of the morning. when he slips under the sheets, he finally feels at home. his eyes close and he drifts off, holding you close.

[g0thbat]

OIKAWA TOORU WITH A SECRETLY SMART GIRLFRIEND !!

Oikawa Tooru had always been good at reading people. It was part of what made him a phenomenal setter, his ability to predict, to observe, to know what someone was thinking before they even spoke it aloud. He prided himself on understanding others. But when it came to you, his usually sharp instincts dulled into soft oblivion because you had him completely fooled. Or at least, that was the game you played.

You giggled at his jokes like you did not know they were predictable. You tilted your head and asked him to explain his homework like it was the first time you had ever heard the words photosynthesis or quadratic equation. You always looked wide-eyed and confused when he spoke quickly, and he would patiently slow down, hand waving through the air as he tried to explain things in simpler terms. You would nod along sweetly, batting your lashes, asking questions that only made his ego stretch wider. He adored teaching you. He thought it made him look cool. You let him think it.

What Oikawa didn’t know was that you had already finished the assignment days ago. That your handwriting in the class notes was the neatest because the teacher often asked you to make copies for the others. That the reason you smiled when he explained things was not because you were amazed, but because he was so cute when he was passionate, leaning forward and talking with his hands like the whole world depended on your understanding of chemistry or volleyball tactics.

You were smart. Painfully smart. Strategic, perceptive, and quietly competitive. But you also knew boys like Oikawa. You saw the way he carried pressure in his shoulders and tried to make up for his insecurities with charm. You saw how people expected brilliance from him all the time, how he was always performing, on the court, in the classroom, even in the hallways. So you let yourself be soft in front of him. You gave him space to feel like he was impressive. It was never out of malice. You just loved the way his eyes sparkled when he got to explain something to you. The way he ruffled your hair after tutoring you like he was proud of you for trying. The way he grinned so wide when you clapped for him at games, as if your praise mattered more than anyone else’s.

Sometimes you dropped hints. A too-accurate answer you brushed off as a guess. A casually profound observation in class that you laughed off afterward. And sometimes Oikawa would squint at you, something flickering behind his eyes like he was almost catching on. But then you would lean your chin on his shoulder and ask him what a theorem was again, and he would melt. Just like always.

He once told you he thought you were the sweetest girl he had ever met. You smiled and thanked him, even though your thoughts were already miles ahead, figuring out how you might suggest something to help him without bruising his pride. He never noticed. And you never told him. Because to Oikawa Tooru, you were soft and slow and a little bit clueless. And to you, he was brilliant and warm and desperately in need of someone who would love him without making him feel like he had to be perfect. So you played your part, let him take the lead, and kept your secrets tucked behind your smile.

[megapteraurelia]

Overstimulation 🙏

send me a kink you assume i have and i'll confirm or deny it.

okay officer you have caught me. i am but a humble overstimulation enjoyer, it is so incredibly vulnerable and messy and it's heated and putting youR ENTIRE TRUST IN THEM, LETTING GO OF CONTROL— AHHHHHHHHH [gets dragged off stage]

tooru came harder the second time than he thought he would, and he looks so gorgeous as he does; wet lips parted, cheeks flushed, his usually carefully brushed hair wild and damp. choking out a gasp, his hips stutter into your fist as he spills hot white all over your fingers as you continue dragging your hand over his swollen red tip.

his muscles twitch and there's a heavy tremble beneath your touch.

"w-wait— hah, shit—" his tenor is so unsteady, the soft teasing lilt fully dissolved into a whine, "that's— fuck, i already—"

you nod empathetically, voice cooing, "i know," as his cock is already getting hard again. not fully; it was a slow, painful swell under your hand, hypersensitive and jerking with each brush. it twitches at even the lightest touch, smeared with the mess of his release.

tooru's pride flares up in a panic, and his gasp is so loud when your thumb drags over the needy, still leaking tip. you can't stop looking, can't stop touching, not when his spine arches so prettily off the bed, long fingers, well taken care off, clawing at the sheets.

pearlescent droplets cling to his lashes, and his stomach squeezes so hard, thighs slick with sweat and cum, and when you dribble a bit of your spit onto his head, the sound of his cock fucking up into your fist turns even lewder.

when he cums again, it tears out of him with a high-pitched sob, shuddering, his whole body locking up. it's too much, it's too good as he shoots blanks, balls drained yet still trying to pump every little droplet out for you, his hands having come down to hold your wrists in place.

your name escapes tooru's bite-swollen lips through clenched teeth, his cock pulsing hard in your grip, his face flushed and streaked with tears.

it takes so long for him to come down again.

[imnothanah]

Haikyuu boyfriends if you were drunk

Brutally honest

(The hq boys don’t drink since they are athletes or has high morale)

 Characters: Ushijima, Oikawa, Tsukishima

part 1

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

Would pick you up immediately 

Listens to your drunk yapping, and actually still gives feedbacks like you were sober: “That doesn’t sound possible.” “It's okay you’ll get it next time”.

Helps you get cleaned up with no awkwardness.

Makes sure you go to bed.

Sits beside the bed until you fall asleep, arms crossed, quietly watching over you.

The next morning, he hands you a warm drink and says in a calm, flat tone: “You drank too much last night.”

Would pick you up the next time like this too. Would willingly pick you up how many times as you want. 

Even if you break up, he’ll still pick you up within a phone call.

TSUKISHIMA:

Would say he won’t pick you up from the bar but did it anyways (after 2 hours)

If a friend sent him a video of you twerking or doing sth wild, he would RUSH there. 

Insults you -> shoves you in the car -> LEAVES. (Scolds you on the way back too knowing damn well you can’t hear shit)

Sarcastic as hell, claims he doesn’t care. Cares too much.

“Are you proud of yourself?” Typa guy.

Throws you onto the couch, and feels like he just lifted a responsibility off his shoulders

Would still care enough to throw a blanket for you on the couch

Embarrasses you the next morning.

“Oh look who’s still alive? Barely”

“Ok look who's trying to talk back? You who argued with a traffic cone and lost?”

For the next week, he doesn’t let it go and finds every excuse to bring it up.

You’ll never hear the “I’m worried” comfort, but he says “Don’t do this again”.

Oikawa Tooru

Would unwillingly pick you up 

Would take 5-10 pics (2 pics of himself suffering and 3 pics of you drunk probably)

Would NOT let you smooch him with that alcohol breath

Thinks you should be picking HIM up, not the other way around. (Mf doesn’t drink)

Shows up looking flawless and judging you through the window before you even get in.

Dramatic sighs the whole ride, complains about everything but still fixes your hair and makes sure you get to bed safely.

The next morning, sends a selfie captioned: “Survived”

“I should be in bed with a facemask right now, not recusing you.” Type person

Pretends to hate every second but secretly likes being the reliable person. 

[riddlesrose]

sporting someone else's jersey

w/ ushijima, bokuto, sakusa, oikawa, kyotani, atsumu, suna & tsukishima

in which you decide to see how your pro volleyball player boyfriend reacts to you wearing a jersey. a jersey that so happens to not be his, and not even his team?? c'mon now.

a.n; all my favs go pro this is great

ushijima wakatoshi stares you down as you're cooking in the kitchen. you can feel the intense bore of his curious eyes as you welcome him home from practice. his wandering vision takes in the black jersey with the name "sakusa" in big, bold letters across the back. you look over your shoulder when he doesn't answer, and are met with his bewildered state.

"oh are you interested in my new shirt?" you pull at the hem, examining the MSBY jersey look-alike as you turn to face you boyfriend. he takes three long strides through the kitchen before he's caged you between himself and the counter.

"i don't like it. it's representing another team. though i am acquainted to sakusa..." he grasps his chin between his thumb and forefinger, pondering for a moment. "no, i don't like it."

you let your head fall onto his shoulder, defeated by his straightforwardness. he runs a hand down your spine, "is there a problem?"

you groan, meeting his eyes, "i thought you'd react more to it, like... be jealous or something, gods.." you say, rolling your eyes.

"well, i am jealous, i thought that was obvious?" he tilts his head to the side slightly, like a puppy.

"no, it wasn't!" you drop your forehead onto his chest and groan again. his 'matter-of-fact' attitude is probably going to kill you one day.

bokuto kotaro eyed the green shirt suspiciously, "when did you get that?"

you hum in a fake thought, "i think a while ago?" you turn, revealing the full front of the jersey. a large number 17, followed by the name sendai frogs.

"hey! it's tsukki-bro! hey, wait..." his shoulders fall, along with his smile. you almost gave up the act right then and there, he looks so upset immediately. he drags one foot after another, stopping in front of you. he pinches the mock jersey and rolls it between his fingers.

"it's not as soft as mine is." he mumbles, eyes still trained on the details of the shirt.

you wrap your arms around his neck and attempt to catch his eyes, but you realize they aren't sad. they're crinkled at the edges like he's smiling wide. seems like he's got you figured out.

kotaro figures you've caught onto his fake sadness, and a smile spreads across his lips as he kisses your forehead, "i saw the receipt on my email, you used my card."

"shit."

sakusa kiyoomi grimaces at your package as you hold it up for him to examine. if kiyoomi didn't find the green utterly horrid, it was the fact that you spent money, probably his, on a jersey that didn't even support his team.

"it's like you spun a wheel with teams on it and bought the first one it landed on," he watches as you rip the plastic off and instantly throw the jersey on. "oh my god."

you pull the shirt over your head, fitting into the sleeves, "what?"

"you're not even going to wash it first?" you pause. you hadn't thought about that, nor the fact that your boyfriend was now judging you twice over.

"i, um... no?" kiyoomi rolls his eyes, a telling look clouds his eyes. "wait, are you jealous?!" you practically leap off the couch, the green jersey falls fully into place, the hem grazing your thighs, as your boyfriend avoids your eyes.

"you are, i knew it!"

"i'm not.." he mumbles, cheeks turning just the slightest shade of pink. "why did you pick the sendai frogs anyways? do you even know the player you picked?"

"it was kyotani, and not really, i've only ever seen their team play on tv, like once." you reach around your head and pull the shirt off, throwing it to the side. "but you're jealous!"

"am not."

the jersey was a short lived accessory in your closet, but best believe kiyoomi threw it out later that night. the shirt wasn't even soft enough to turn into a cleaning rag or sleep shirt, in his best opinion.

oikawa tooru, your loving boyfriend, stands in front of you, absolutely fuming as he eyes the white schweiden adler's shirt. what makes it even worse is the name and number you've picked. #20, kageyama tobio.

"get rid of that, like, yesterday."

"um, how about no?"

"what do you mean, 'no'!"

you stand from the couch, "oh tooru, you grew up with iwaizumi as a best friend, you've been told no before." then take off towards your bedroom.

"you-! get back over here!" tooru tails you into the bedroom before you can shut and lock the door, leaving him in the hall. he grabs a handful of jersey pulling you towards the closet as you protest, trying to scratch at his arm like a cat.

"here is a treasure trove of shirts and sweaters at your disposal, why on earth would you need that."

you wiggle free from his, not surprisingly, strong grip and fall back onto the neatly made bed, wrinkling the sheets. "because, i knew you'd freak."

tooru whips around, slack jawed, "oh, and it was iwazumi's idea." if his mouth could fall any further to the ground, you'd have to pick it up for him.

"you're both so horribly mean to me!"

kyotani kentaro, a man of many emotions but little words. for some reason some 15 months ago, you decided that he was a great target for your affection. it took a long time poking and prodding at the volleyball player for his number, and by the grace of the gods, it worked. you broke down his walls and caved yourself a cozy little home in his heart. now, he'd ask for nothing different-

"what the fuck is that."

you look between your drink and your phone, one in each hand, "what do you mean?" you ask with a sweet smile.

he rounds the table, "oh piss off, you know what i mean," and pulls your chair out from the table, while tugging at your oversized argentina jersey t-shirt. the blue shirt ripples under kentaro's hold.

"oh, that! there was a giveaway online on them after the argentina team won their last big game, people online were saying they were soft, so i entered for one to sleep in. i needed a new sleep shirt anyways." you don't miss the disgusted look that your boyfriend sports so well, it deepens as he realizes the name on the back. oikawa.

after a moment, he notices your shoulders shaking lightly in laughter, sensing his displeasure. you rise from the chair, bringing him and his scrunched face into your hold, "i'm just fucking with ya, i specifically picked oikawa, too."

he huffs with a stupid smile, rolling his eyes but reciprocating the hug, "gross, get rid of it."

miya atsumu's jaw drops when he catches a sight of you lounging comfortably on the couch, in a jersey that is most definitely not his. he swiftly makes his way between you and the television, ignoring your protest. his brow furrows when you don't immediately acknowledge him and his pout, (though he will 100% deny he's pouting, miya atsumu does not pout like a child).

you lean back on the couch as he advances, "off, take it off," he says while grasping at the neck, trying to pull the jersey from you.

"atsumu stop, you're gonna stretch it!" you protest, trying to blindly swat his hands away.

he stops, the jersey falls back over your eyes and you're met with the most dramatically hurt expression ever, "you care more about this, than my feelings?!"

"i spent good money on it, besides, you went to school with suna so i thought it would be cute!"

"it is far from cute," he spits, eyes full of envy for what could have been you in his clothes. "if i let you re-steal the grey sweater can i throw that thing out?"

"... possibly."

atsumu crosses his arms, "i'll forfeit my movie choice tonight."

"you've got yourself a deal, sir."

"rin come help me with this!" suna rintaro shuffles off the couch at your call, making his way to the hallway between the living room and kitchen of your share apartment.

he leans on the doorframe as he watches you move around a picture frame, "where should this go?" you turn to him, handing the frame to him. it was a picture of the two of you and the miya twins at the recent festival that passed. it was nice to see the two of them, and thankfully both their schedules allowed for them to come.

rintaro smiles at the picture, gaze lifting to you, who's looking at him expectantly. his view lowers to your attire, a simple pair of black shorts and a shirt he's never seen before.

you catch him examining the jersey-copy and turn around to reveal the name miya across the back. you look over your shoulder and are met with rintaro's sharp eyes, judging your choice of player. and team.

he reaches out and places a hand on your shoulder, turning you back around to face him. "hey, why don't we have a bonfire tonight, i'm sure the pit is free and i have the perfect fire starter." you feel the shirt tighten by your shoulder, he's got an iron grip on the jersey, but his face remains calm as ever.

a little too calm, it's kind of unnerving.

large white letters stare tsukishima kei right back in his dumbfounded face. your boyfriend places his gym bag down by the door, walking into the kitchen, ducking under the frame that just slightly too short for him.

"hinata, really?" his voice sounded extremely irritated, but his face softened as you turned to face him.

you place your mug down, "yeah! i remember you went to school with him, i thought it was cool you both went pro!"

"i don't care what that blockhead did. more importantly, where did you get that?" the blonde gestures to your torso, flicking his wrist around distastefully.

you smile, "i ordered it online! since it's a popular team they have their own line of lookalikes, they're really soft too." while you praise the MSBY jersey, kei's brief look of jealousy goes unseen.

"you bought a jersey based on someone i went to high school with?" he steps closer, just to flick you on the forehead, "that's stupid."

you rub the spot, while swatting his chest with the back of your other hand, "you're stupid!"

"no, it's stupid that we're not burning that thing yet."

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p.s; i was gonna do goshiki but realized how CHOPPED he is in the timeskip. sorry my beloved i can't take you seriously with those baby bangs.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

oikawa fucking your throat while iwaizumi is in the room next door...

his hand is on the back of your head, keeping you from bumping into the bathroom cupboard every time he bottoms out. his pubes tickle your nose and you gag around his cock, making him to bite down on his lip in order to muffle the loud groan that's forcing its way up his throat.

he doesn't pull out.

he strokes your cheek with his free hand instead, a sick smile playing on his lips as he stares down at you. "y'have to be quiet, baby... or iwa is going to hear you, okay?"

beads of sweat form above his brows, his cheeks are dusted pink and his voice is raspier than ever and it's easy to forget the ache in your knees when you get to see him unraveling like this in front of you.

his hair is a mess, too – just before coming in here, he had his head on your lap, quietly purring as you played with his soft curls. iwaizumi was sat at the other end of the couch, his eyes glued on the tv screen where the movie oikawa himself had chosen.

you think this was his plan all along – to pick a film his friend would love so he could toy with you instead.

iwaizumi didn't notice the way oikawa kept kneading your thighs as he laid there on top of you, how his fingers inched further between your legs with every breath he took. iwaizumi didn't notice the way oikawa kept squirming, or the way he kept trying to readjust his pants.

(or at least, you think iwaizumi missed it all.)

you tried to make him stop, your body burning from his teasing touch. glancing over at iwaizumi, you were glad to never meet his gaze – like a statue he was, eyes set forward as if was built that way. maybe he really did just like the film so much..

oikawa knows that's not the case.

he knows the film is the last thing on iwaizumi's mind right now.

he has seen the way he looks at you sometimes, how iwaizumi flushes a pretty shade of dark pink whenever he happens to see you bending over. or when you sit a little too close to him by accident – oikawa doesn't mind, he can tell you're not doing it on purpose. it's not like iwaizumi is doing any of it on purpose either; the way he screws his eyes shut after catching himself staring at you while your boyfriend, his best friend, is in the same room. he feels bad, he feels awful about having these thoughts. these filthy ideas.

but he really can't help it.

oikawa isn't making it any easier for him either; he's constantly all over you and while iwaizumi knows that he is very touchy, the eye-contact oikawa makes with him as he's pressing a kiss just below your jaw cannot be anything other than him trying to push iwaizumi's buttons.

he hates how much hotter your reactions make the whole thing, too. the way your eyes meet his for a mere second before shying away. oikawa can only laugh to himself as you try to shove him off of you, knowing full well that if you really wanted him to stop, you'd tell him. you want the attention as much as oikawa does and it shows.

and oikawa is more than excited to give his best friend a deeper look into your relationship.

so, here he is now – balls pressed against your chin as you drool and slobber all over his dick. he knows that iwaizumi is listening, he can see the shadow from beneath the door. and that's turning him on even more.

oikawa cradles your jaw before giving his hips one more thrust, his blown wide eyes twinkling at the sight of your rolling back inside your head at the feeling of having your mouth so full. of having him so far deep your throat.

you hold back another gag as spit dribbles from the corners of your lips and it's making a big fucking mess – it's all over your chin and your neck, and your soft plush thighs. the shorts you're wearing are doing almost nothing to cover you up and with the way you're down on your knees right now, they seem to have disappeared entirely under the hem of your oversized shirt.

it's fucking hot.

oikawa watches the sticky liquid trickle between your legs and he can't but be proud of how big of a mess he's making in his friend's bathroom. he knows for a fact that iwaizumi's listening to you two right now, his ear probably pressed against the wooden door as he tries to memorize every sound that you make. every gag, every splutter of drool. oikawa wonders whether he's touching himself too, is he rubbing his bulge over his sweats or is he still trying to act normal. is he still trying to convince himself that he isn't a dirty fucking pervert, who's currently collecting masturbation material by creeping on his best friend and his beloved while they're having fun?

you tap on his thigh with a shaky hand and he pulls away in a second, his dick springing up and slapping against his tummy at the same time you take a desperate breath in. he chuckles at your ruined state.

the tears brimming at your lashline make you look like an angel and oikawa can't tear his eyes off of you. there's a shine to your swollen lips; it's a mixture of your own drool and his precum – his favourite.

you're still trying to catch your breath when you look up at him; his fingers are wrapped around his length, his fist meeting his full balls with every strong stroke he makes and this look, the layer of pleasure that's painted onto his pretty face is something you wish to burn into your memory forever.

when your eyes meet, oikawa gives you a darling smile before lunging at you, hunching over in order to smash his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss. keeping a steady pace on his cock, he grabs at your face as if he's afraid you'll fade away – he moans into your mouth, the salty residue on your tongue making his dick twitch in his hand.

the slick sounds of oikawa pumping himself and him trying to eat your face reverberate through the room andn suddenly you remember where you are.

your eyes grow big as you try to push at oikawa's chest.

"w– wait.. "

he grins while nipping at your jaw. "what's wrong, baby?"

his teeth brush over your pulse point and he doesn't waste a second before sinking them into your skin and sucking until he's rewarded you with the most gorgeous masterpiece in the world. all the best for his lover.

"haji– hajime's here... "

"no, it's just me, baby." a wave of goosebumps runs over your body when you feel him licking the fresh mark on your neck. "your boyfriend, tooru. remember?"

he laughs at his own joke, his head resting against yours as he pushes himself back up. oh, and how he wants to drop back down when he sees the glare you're giving him. "tough crowd, hm?"

oikawa coos at your scrunched up brows while brushing a finger over your pouty lips. "aw, don't worry, he's in the other room, okay? you're being so good for me, all quiet and pretty. my angel."

it's hard not to believe his sickly sweet words, the love in his eyes smoothing every pain and worry in your body with ease. you don't say anything else when he steps closer again, now replacing the finger on your lips with his sticky tip instead. "yeah?"

he cocks an eyebrow and you give him a nod. the corners of his lips stretch wider as he pumps his cock right above your face. "say 'aaaaaah' for me, baby."

this cocky side of him is something you've never been able to resist. it looks good on him. his own lips part alongside with yours when you present your mouth to him again and he doesn't even try to hold back the pornographic moan that spills from him at the feeling of your warm tongue sliding against the underside of his cock.

but while you're distracted by the heavenly sound of your boyfriend's overwhelming pleasure, you miss the creak of the bathroom door.

oikawa's eyes meet iwaizumi's ashamed ones through the slightest crack but neither of them make any effort to look away. oikawa is more than happy to finally see his best friend crumble and iwaizumi is mortified.

but he can't.

he can't move. he can't close the door. he can't stop staring.

oikawa's eyes fall down to your screwed shut ones, pride blooming in his chest when your nose touches his trimmed pubic hairs. head still shoved against the cupboard, he's the one in full control – your mouth is his, your body a perfect doll for him to play with. and he loves it.

you swallow around him and he lets out yet another heavenly moan. his hand is back on your cheek, his warm palm engulfing the side of your face in reassurance that while he's got the reigns, it's all done with love. your eyes crack open just as another few tears drop and oikawa's hips pick up the pace. he adores it when you hold his gaze; he thinks it's the most romantic thing in the world and so whenever you do it while taking him in your mouth, he just loses it.

quickly, he places his free hand behind your head again and then he's fucking your mouth like it's the only things he knows. back and forth, his cock slides in and out your tight, warm throat; the sounds that come from the act are just outright sinful, they're something a person could only hear in his dreams and oikawa doesn't know what he did to deserve a sweetheart like you.

it doesn't take a lot for him to sense his nearing orgasm, his body going rigid, tensing up as the knot in his lower tummy tightens and tightens.

iwaizumi is still there. oikawa doesn't need to look at him to know it.

from the corner of his eye he can see movement – so he is finally giving in. iwaizumi is stroking himself through the material of his sweats, his cock painfully hard as he watches oikawa fuck your mouth. he has never seen anything like this; maybe in some videos, sure, but seeing it with his own two eyes is completely different.

the sounds. the sweat. the drool.

the eye-contact you have with oikawa. the way he's holding you.

the fact that he hasn't told iwaizumi to 'fuck off' yet. the fact that he clearly wants him there, that he wants him to see this.

his own precum is starting to leak through his pants and it's embarrassing. but there's no stopping now. not when oikawa's hips are starting to stutter, not when you're starting to guide him to yourself by sinking your nails into the back of his thighs.

oikawa gives you second long breaks but you're handling it so well that iwaizumi begins to wonder how much you let him do this. would you ever let him—

he shakes his head to get rid of the thought, the idea of actually doing anything with you weighing heavily on his heart. and if sensing his inner turmoil, oikawa's raspy voice breaks him out from his head.

"fuck.. you- you'd like it if he did hear you, right?"

iwaizumi's eyes almost pop out of their sockets, his lips parting as panic flood his veins. based on the look on oikawa's face, he assumes that you don't agree with him – he's staring at you with that grin of his, the infuriating one, and iwaizumi prepares for him to pull out, so you can finally see what he's been doing. so you can see what kind of a man he really is.

but oikawa doesn't pull away, bottoming out instead. he takes a moment as if he's waiting for your answer – and when he gets one, the very same he knew would be the truth, his lips stretch even wider.

he doesn't need you to say it when he can read your body better than any other language in the world.

he sees the way your thighs press together. he feels your nails digging into his thighs harder than ever before. he knows his right.

like always.

"yeah... that's what i thought."

iwaizumi thinks he might pass out. his hands shake and the air he's breathing doesn't seem good enough – he's trying his best to not start panting like a dog but you not disagreeing with oikawa is a lot. you want him to hear? you want him to be a part of this?

you want.. him?

"want haji to see you like this, hm? want him to see how well you take me down your throat?"

iwaizumi thinks he might die actually.

oikawa chuckles when you blink up at him with tears in your eyes and coos at you when he takes his dick out of your mouth and you still don't say no. "my little star, yeah?"

you show him your tongue and he groan at the way you give yourself to him. he bottoms for the last time of the night, his messy balls pressed flushed against your drool-covered chin as you struggle to keep your eyes on him. "in— fuck— inside?"

humming around his cock, you give him the last push and then he's already spilling his seed down your hungry throat. you gag around him again, the feeling of cum suddenly flooding your mouth a bit too much. with a hand in your head, oikawa pulls away and watches you swallow as much of him as you can. the rest of it spills out from the corners of your lips and trickles down your chin and neck, successfully mixing with every other type of bodily fluid that's already coating your skin.

and then you give him a smile.

oikawa feels like his knees are going to give out as he throws his head back with a dramatic moan. "ohhh.... "

"what?"

his head snaps back to its place, his eyes finding yours in an instant while you slap a hand over your mouth.

your voice. it's almost completely gone, reduced down to a bare rasp by his relentless thrusts and his need to always give it his all, no matter what he's doing.

a sudden flash of shyness takes over, the tone coming from your mouth sounding so unfamiliar that it's almost impossible for you to accept that it is, in fact, yours. but when oikawa kneels down in front of you, his both hands now on your cheeks and when his heart filled eyes find yours, the feelings disappears.

he presses his lips against your forehead and you feel the fondness spread all over your body. "i love you so much, did you know that?"

his cheeks are still pink and despite the fact that just a minute ago, he was fucking your throat like it was his own personal fleshlight, he looks awfully cute with that bashful smile on his face.

oikawa nudges his nose against yours when you don't speak up again, only nodding your head with a tired smile.

"so cute."

the slap against his chest forces another burst of giggles out of your boyfriend but you're not mad. you do love him afterall. he pulls you into his chest and lets you rest for a minute before tugging you up and helping you clean yourself up.

iwaizumi is gone.

oikawa can only imagine the way his best friend is now shamefully changing out of his ruined sweats, the images of you and oikawa now forever engrained into his brain.

after oikawa carries you back to the couch, he snickers at iwaizumi and his fresh pair of pants. but that's all. nobody says anything – iwaizumi doesn't inquire about why you left him all alone and you don't ask about the flush on his cheeks.

oikawa is the only one that is sitting proudly between the two people he loves the most. his fingers dance over the sensitive skin of iwaizumi's nape while his other hand rests on your shoulder, holding you to him as you slowly doze off into your dreamland.

he's very happy about the progress you've all made today.

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i miss you, come here ! | t.oikawa

-> pairing: ts!oikawa tooru x gn!reader | sfw | cw: headcanons, suggestive content under the cut, reader is in university, long distance, manga spoilers ig, bittersweet ending | mlist 

-> rq: boyfriend headcanons with oikawa tooru

boyfriend!oikawa who started dating you in high school. you were heartbroken when he told you he was going abroad post-graduation, but he assured you that long distance would work.

boyfriend!oikawa who has never failed to text you “good morning” and “goodnight” despite the time difference between you guys. the messages are also always accompanied by a selfie of him. he says it’s to prevent you from “ forgetting about his pretty face,”  but that’s nearly impossible to do considering images of him are plastered on every magazine you read and news channel you turn on. it’s nice to have pictures of him that are solely for you, though. 

boyfriend!oikawa who brags to everyone he meets in argentina about how lucky he is to have you as his partner. his teammates feel like they’re the ones dating you from how often he rambles about how much he loves you. he could drone on for hours about how smart you are for going to university, or how cute you are when you scrunch your nose at him. he’s obsessed with you and makes it everybody else’s problem. 

boyfriend!oikawa who gets offended when his PR team suggests marketing him as an available bachelor to increase his popularity. he reassures you that he’d never sacrifice the integrity of your guys’ relationship to get a little ahead in his career. he express-ships a big bouquet of flowers to your door as a way to apologize even though he did nothing wrong. (he calls it “proactive damage control”) 

boyfriend!oikawa who unfollows everybody except for you on his social media accounts to prove his devotion. this causes quite a stir and results in your classmates staring at you when you walk into your lectures. you’re known around campus as “oikawa tooru’s significant other,” but you and him agree that there are worse things to be known as. 

boyfriend!oikawa who notices how stressed you get from being a university student, so he surprises you with a round-trip business class ticket to argentina. he squeezes you so tight when he sees you for the first time that you think you may suffocate. as he holds you, you can feel the wetness of his tears against the back of your shirt, but you decide not to tease him about it. you missed him too.

boyfriend!oikawa who’s excited to show you the life he’s built for himself. he shows you his favorite beaches, introduces you to his teammates (who you apologize to in broken spanish about how annoying your boyfriend is), and takes you to the best restaurants in town. when you two go out for food, he orders for you in perfect spanish, and the dishes he recommends for you to try are always better than what you would’ve ordered for yourself. it reminds you how well he knows you.

boyfriend!oikawa who’s shocked when you admit one night during dinner that you’re afraid that he doesn’t need you anymore because of how well he’s assimilated to argentina without you. he takes your hand and fervently reassures you that despite moving here, you’ll always be his home.

boyfriend!oikawa who won’t let go of your hand the entire time you’re walking on the beach afterward. “people are staring, tooru.” “let them stare.”

boyfriend!oikawa who takes you to the airport when you eventually have to leave. he impulsively buys a ticket for the flight solely to wait with you at your gate for as long as possible. when it’s finally time to board, he watches with teary eyes as you walk away. it takes all his willpower not to get on the plane with you.

boyfriend!oikawa who loves you more than life itself and is counting the days until he can be with you again. 

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boyfriend!oikawa who’s loved kissing you since the beginning of your relationship, but now that you’re long distance, there’s a little more desperation in his touch. during nights spent together, he makes a habit of littering you with kisses. his lips start at the top of your head, make their way down to your stomach, and if he’s feeling lucky he goes a little further.

boyfriend!oikawa who unwinds after practice by hand-feeding you food. it’s cute at first, but sometimes it goes overboard and makes you wonder what his true motivations are.  “try this one. this one too!” “tooru, you’re gonna make me choke” “im just getting you prepped!” “FOR WHAT.” 

boyfriend!oikawa who almost convinces you to extend your trip simply by how well he knows how to make you tick. when you kiss for the last time, his hand snakes down your waist and pulls you closer in a way that leaves you breathless. he laughs at your blissed-out expression and tells you, “you’ll have to visit your lonely boyfriend again to get another one of those.”  you roll your eyes and whisper in his ear to inquire about other things you’ll get when you visit him again, and he goes red in the face.

—a/n: me making oikawa content on this blog is the equivalent of walking into your kitchen and seeing a fish cooking pasta.

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OIKAWA who is “just a friend”

OIKAWA who dedicates every serve (even the ones he misses) to you with a wink and a cocky grin, throwing in a “just because you’re special to me,” on occasion, but it’s all strictly platonic. yep.

OIKAWA who tosses his volleyball jacket over your shoulders when you’re cold, and just before you can see the gentle fondness in his eyes, he brushes it off with a “just displaying my kindness. thank me with a kiss later, mhm?”

OIKAWA who only smiles when you hit him in return, but really just wishes you’d take him seriously.

OIKAWA who is always staring at you when his fangirls try to get his attention — he doesn’t even realize it, but they sure do.

OIKAWA who sniggers to himself every time he’s asked if you two are a thing, because in his mind, you kind of are. he won’t deny what he believes to be true. if he’s right, he’s right.

OIKAWA who always manages to somehow slip into your house, and you often find him sprawled out in your bed, snoring like he’s in hibernation.

OIKAWA who smirks lazily as you let out a deep sigh and crawl in beside him, wrapping his arms around you and ignoring your excuse of “I’m tired” and “it’s obvious you won’t move anyway.”

OIKAWA who is just a friend, but you’re curled up under the covers with him and sinking into his warm embrace, soft skin brushing over his as his heat seeps into you.

maybe OIKAWA is just a friend, but as he presses his face into the crook of your neck and mumbles something that sounds scarily similar to “I love you,” it doesn’t feel like it. not like you mind.

OIKAWA who denies any hints at his sleepy confession profusely, telling you it must’ve been a dream — a fantasy of yours that you’d gotten caught up in that day. he says he doesn’t blame you, he gets it a lot.

OIKAWA who only admits that he did, in fact, tell you he loved you back then three years later. he figured it was a good time, because now you’re curled up in bed once again, except the covers are not yours. they’re his too; property of the home you’d created not long after graduation.

OIKAWA who stares at the back of your head, stunned, when all you responded with was a smile and an “I know.”

OIKAWA who feels really dumb afterwards, but he figures it’s alright, since he ended up at his planned destination all the same. he’s still mad he lost so much time, though.

I cannot write for oikawa I think. please don’t attack me for this.

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[makkir0ll]

thinking about co-star!oikawa who you’re filming a rom com with. it’s fun, flirty, and the two of you have a good dynamic with each other whether that be on set or behind the scenes.

especially behind the scenes because the two of you are in a secret (not so secret) relationship. the whole hair and makeup crew has pretty much picked up on it. the makeup artists who have to re-do your makeup after the two of you are "practicing lines" in each other's trailer. they have to cover up hickey on your neck when you claim it's just a burn from the curling iron the hairstylist used. your hair in an up-do for this specific scene you're filming.

but what get's everyone caught up on your not so secret relationship is when the two of you have to film the steamy makeout scene in the movie that occurs when the two characters finally kiss each other. oikawa keeps "messing up" the kiss. going in for the kiss too early or too late, not making it perfect. so this leads to you having to re-do the scene fifteen times, and in between each time you're getting your makeup retouched up and you see him smirking and winking at you from across the room.

(during press tour, he's asked what his favorite scene to film was and he says the kiss. this stirs the pot for sure and the two of you are now trending on twitter with tweets such as - "oikawa tooru and l/n f/n dating confirmed? watch this clip")