#pov oikawa

[iwaoiness]

Technically, he shouldn't feel jealous. They've been joined at the hip since they were in diapers. They know each other better than they know themselves. There isn't a day that goes by without them thinking of one another. Their names are the first that come to mind when they've had a terrible day and need to vent their frustration, or when they see something in a supermarket, a store, or on the street, and it's like ah, this reminds me of that time with Hajime… and also, Tooru would love this because once…

That's why Oikawa knows he shouldn't be jealous. But the fancam made of his boyfriend during Japan's first match already has over 1M likes, 280k comments, 370k saves, and 478k shares. It's not that he particularly minds the fancam—after all, Iwa-chan always had an appeal that only intensified when he moved to California. And the video captures his best moments. Hajime crossing his arms over his chest. Hajime chewing gum during the match and smiling at a comment from Gao. Hajime frowning at the tablet, his lips twisted in that endearing grimace he always makes when he's concentrating. Hajime laughing. Hajime, arms crossed again, stopping a ball coming out of the area with his foot and making toe taps before passing it to the ball boy with a perfect pass. Hajime winking. Hajime leaning back in his chair, legs stretched out, eyes fixed on the game.

In reality, it's Oikawa's favorite video. He has it saved on his phone, in the favorites album, and also a copy on his laptop's hard drive just in case. Oh, and another one uploaded to the cloud. But that's not the main point; it's the comments. Hundreds of thousands of those comments are basically people drooling over his man (he gets it, he really does, but Hajime is still his, and Tooru has never been one to share much of what's his). Although he got over it, because in every shot, the ring on Hajime's ring finger is completely visible (and the cause of the other hundreds of thousands of comments theorizing who the lucky person is).

However, what he definitely can't get over and what left him gaping with eyes wide open was the latest viral video featuring Iwaizumi (which Makki sent him just two minutes after it was posted, along with a "loool bro u should’ve come to japan"). And it's not another fancam (he wished it was another fancam, why on earth wasn't it a fancam), but a video of him, back to the camera, giving Ushifuckingwaka a fucking pectoral massage.

His boyfriend, future husband, life partner, the sun of his galaxy, his grumpy hedgehog, his man touching Ushiwaka. Touching Ushiwaka's pectorals. And he understands that it's Iwa-chan's job because he's an athletic trainer who trains athletes athletically, and Oikawa has enjoyed (many, many times) his unbeatable massages, but why the hell does it have to be him touching Ushiwaka as if there aren't any other athletic trainers on the team, damn it.

And to top it off, there are all the annoying comments from people theorizing that Ushiwaka is the lucky one and that it's a romantic moment (UGH, just UGH) between husband and husband.

So, Oikawa decides to do what he does best (well, the fifth best thing after annoying/loving Hajime, being the best setter in the world, kissing, and keeping his hair fluffy for more than two days): set social media on fire.

After the second set of the Argentina vs. Japan match, Oikawa approaches one of the cameras focusing on the Argentine team during the break. With his best smile, he asks the cameraman for a marker, who gladly hands it over. He approaches the lens, holding it with one hand while removing the cap of the marker with his mouth. Then, he writes: Iwaizumi Hajime es mío!! next to a smiley face with its tongue sticking out (but, after thinking about it for two seconds, he removes the cap from his mouth to ask for a napkin and erase the last two words to rewrite them in English). Then, he returns the marker, pulls out the necklace from under his sweaty shirt, and playfully shows the ring hanging from the chain, mouthing again: it’s mine and only mine.

Oikawa doesn’t see it because he has his back turned, but a few meters away, on the Japanese bench, Iwaizumi, who is watching everything along with the rest of the team, simply flushes red up to his eyebrows and covers his face with both hands. Of course, swearing.

...

this was the trigger for this drabble

u can find this and find me on my ao3 🍉

[bectoshi]

the haikyu men on twitter.

alternatively: the haikyuu men as tweets that my friend group has posted

warnings: very much nsfw (my friends are freaks), swearing, mature themes, lowkey ooc, just crack tbh, EVERYONE IS AGED UP!!! TIMESKIP!CHARACTERS!!!

[hajimemie]

「 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦...」

You have an exam tomorrow and this is the last evening you can study for it. You invited him to come over after class so you can help each other with studying. However, 1 hour into the study session, you fall asleep.

𝗧𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗼 - would be flustered, but would cover you with your blanket before continuing to study

𝗦𝘂𝗴𝗮 - would find it endearing that you trust him enough to sleep beside him, will create a reviewer that you can look at once you wake up

𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮 - would sleep beside you

𝗔𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗺𝘂 - Would take a quick selfie or two with you sleeping beside him (he'd send it to the team's group chat to make them jealous), he would lower the volume of the music you put on before going back to studying

𝗔𝗸𝗮𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶 - Would organize your things into one place to make way for a pillow he'll place under your head, would take note of the topics you still need to cover

𝗢𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 - Would take photos of you (he'll use them to tease you later) before resting his head on his arms to stare at you, forgetting the purpose of his visit

[he-was-a-star]

whoopsies lol

[late-night-secrets]

“There’s no point in continuing. I say we stop for today and go home,” Hajime huffs. He doesn’t even receive a verbal response, just a book getting clapped shut very pointedly. Who would have thought that the Oikawa Tooru, the college’s king of the volleyball court, gets frustrated by something so mundane like a group project.

Hajime’s watching his friend’s face carefully as he grumpily packs his bag. He’s avoiding eye contact, he realizes and knows that Shittykawa is in a rather delicate state right now; one wrong word or look or movement will make him snap. They are not even that far behind with their work but Shittykawa’s problem – since he’s been a child – is that he’s a freaking perfectionist; and their project is, so far, anything but perfect, and it will probably never be. Obviously. It’s just some stupid homework for some stupid class that’s not even important enough to pass with good grades. But no matter how many times Hajime tries to make him realize that, his stubborn friend doesn’t want to listen.

So, they pack up and leave the library. Just outside they part ways with a brief “See you tomorrow” and walk in opposite directions.

Hajime’s halfway to the bus stop, rummaging through his bag and searching for his earphones, when he sees a notebook that doesn’t belong to him in there. Shit, he must have taken Shittykawa’s when he’s been in a rush to get out of the library – or rather, away from his best friend’s bad mood. He curses under his breath and turns around to go back to the direction of which he’s come from. Luckily, Shittykawa’s house is not as far away as his and perfectly reachable by foot. When he walks past the library again, he will probably need another ten minutes to arrive.

Hajime sighs. Hopefully, the fresh air will help his friend to calm down. He’s really not in the mood to deal with anymore tantrums.

A little while later he arrives at the apartment complex and enters. His feet automatically carry him to Shittykawa’s flat – it’s pure muscle memory at this point – and he knocks against the door. There is no response, but Hajime is sure that he must have arrived at home just a few minutes ago. Well, perhaps he’s made a detour to the convenience store, or to you – he’s made a comment about meeting you later today, Hajime thinks – or he just deliberately decides to ignore the knock.

Anyways, Hajime wants to get home and has little to no patience left to run after his sullen, forgetful ass of a friend. He could search for the spare key Shittykawa has given him when he has moved in, somewhere in the depths of his bag, but he doesn’t feel like it and rather tests his luck. To his surprise, he is successful when he tries to open the door.

So, Shittykawa is home. That asshole.

Hajime enters, takes off his shoes and is about to throw a snarky remark into the small, seemingly empty flat of his friend – he must be in the bath or bedroom, then – when he suddenly halts.

He hears a muffled voice coming out of his friend’s bedroom. There’s soft speaking, too quiet for him to understand, and… and a sob? Has Oikawa’s frustration gotten the best of him now? Hajime approaches the door that’s left ajar and immediately stops as he realizes the sound is not coming from him.

It’s coming from you.

From his position he catches a glance inside the bedroom, and his breath hitches for a brief second. The sight he finds is – and he’d never thought he’ll use this word earnestly – nothing but endearing. You lie on the bed, turned sideways and wearing a hoodie too big for you that Hajime recognizes as one of Oikawa’s. He’s crouching right in front of you, his face on the same level as yours. His bag is still strapped on his back, and he still wears his dark blue coat for outside. Given his attire, he apparently has barely managed to slip out of his shoes before he has come rushing to you. Probably he has heard your sob as he’s entered, just like Hajime has, or maybe you have called out to him when you’ve heard him arriving home.

It’s no surprise to meet you in Oikawa’s flat since, besides Hajime, you are the other person he has given one of his spare keys to. Seeing you in such a devastated state that left you crying, though, is something Hajime hasn’t encountered before. He has met you a few times before but you’re not particularly close. Yet, he hopes that you’re okay and that your tears are just caused by a stressful day.

But Oikawa doesn’t appear to be in distress, so it couldn’t be something too serious going on. His face carries a soft expression, and his gentle mumbling is soothing, even to Hajime’s ears. With the back of his fingers he strokes your cheeks, maybe wipes away some tears. Compared to his state half an hour ago, frustrated to a point in which even a magpie like him has grown dangerously quiet, this is a completely different man over there. He’s calm, collected and quiet.

Hajime can’t help but feel a little proud at his best friend, and astonished, too, for him to have a side that Hajime, deep down, has known to exist but has so very rarely encountered.

“I’ll be with you in a second,” he hears Oikawa say quietly. “Just let me get changed first.”

Apparently, you disagree with his choice and move to wrap your arms around his neck, forcing him to stay in his crouching position. You don’t say anything but your tight grip on him speaks volumes.

“There, there,” Oikawa laughs. “Let me breath at least, will you?”

If you have heard him, you decide not to act on it and remain in your position. Oikawa can barely move but he somehow manages to slide his bag off his shoulders and peel himself out of his coat. “Clingy kitten,” he scolds without any malice.

It’s then when Hajime snaps out of some kind of trance and realizes that he is watching someone else’s intimacy. Something he hasn’t been invited to. He witnesses softness and tenderness, and it kind of melts his heart, but it’s not his moment to take part in. Shit, he’s not some creepy pervert.

Quickly and as quietly as possible, he puts the notebook on the kitchen table. As he turns to leave, he catches one final glance at the bedroom in which Oikawa apparently has surrendered as you cuddle into him whose lying next to you now, still wearing the same clothes he’s worn in the library earlier. The bag and coat are discarded and forgotten on the floor. You seem to have calmed down, at least a bit.

Hajime leaves and quietly closes the door behind him. As he walks to his bus stop, what he’s seen just now keeps replaying in his head. Shittykawa often makes annoying remarks about how Hajime surely is jealous of him having such a wonderful, lovely and beautiful girlfriend. Hajime usually smacks him for these kind of comments but right now he – and god forbid he’ll ever say it out loud – can’t help but feel a small pang in his chest. Not because he wants you, of course, because you belong to that idiot, and how could it be any different? No, he hasn’t realized before but he lowkey yearns for… someone. Someone to share moments like this with.

He sighs and plugs his earphones in while waiting for the bus. And although they have a project due and he’ll probably have to work on it a little more as soon as he gets home – because let’s be honest, Shittykawa won’t get shit done today – he still smiles.

For now, Hajime actually feels happy for his asshole of a friend. Very much so, even.

**********

masterlist

[lele-11]

Person: My mom is calling… hi mom. 

Watari: Come on guys, stop. They’re trying to talk to their mom. 

Matsukawa & Hanamaki: *loud fake sexual noises* 

Iwaizumi: EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP! 

Kunimi: *is asleep* 

Oikawa: *gets really close to the phone* Tell her I said hi.

(Aoba Johsai edition)

[touchlikethesun]

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

[monstrsball]

i bring you: the venn diagram of characters who used to have crushes on iwasuga. put together with the help of my mutuals (thank you ash, paige, and sou)

these crushes range from "thought he seemed cute and likeable whenever they saw them" to "kind of intense crush that lasted months, at the very least"

feel free to add on in the tags or replies <3

iwaizumi:

kyoutani

atsumu

semi [during high school]

ushijima [after they meet in california]

every non-volleyball sports captain at seijoh (boys)

both:

yaku

daichi

kageyama

kogane

watari

suga:

moniwa

lev

akaashi

shibayama

every guy on karasuno [except narita]

[yugiohz]

speaking of people's wrong opinions on art i love haikyuu's art development and its current style idc what ppl say about it

[lesbianpegbar]

was looking at pictures and absentmindedly opened up my oikawa images folder and started swiping through it before realizing that literally anyone on the train could see me doing this

[remuswriting]

sometimes we just embrace exposition dumps because we don't know how else to weave it in

[iwaoiness]

— n.s.f.w; smut

Oikawa’s hair had always been long and thick, cascading down to cover the back of his neck. But ever since he embraced the undercut in Argentina, his neck appeared longer, more exposed, and irresistibly tempting. And when they’re fucking—Tooru's face buried in the sheets, his fingers gripping them tightly—Hajime leans in, his head dipping low to lick the length of that revealed neck, trailing kisses and leaving bites in his wake.

Then there are his shoulders, broader, stronger, burdened with the weight of a world-class athlete. When they fuck, Hajime loves to watch those powerful shoulders tremble with every thrust, as if the only thing capable of making them falter, of bringing them to the brink of collapse, is him

His back, that broad, sturdy and perfect back that tapers into a divine, narrow waist that Oikawa often tilts slightly when he’s standing, focused on whatever’s caught his attention. And when they fuck, Hajime loves to grip that waist, leaving his marks on Oikawa’s golden skin, squeezing tight as they both reach the brink. Even in the heat of the moment, their movements are perfectly synchronized, as if they’re determined to climax together.

His long arms, ending in hands with slender, bony fingers—hands that have placed balls worthy of Olympic medals and podiums in the best leagues. Conductor's hands that direct an orchestra of players with unwavering precision. And when they fuck, those same hands grip tightly to Hajime's back, leaving marks on his skin, or cradle his face with a nearly fragile tenderness, seeking his gaze (because Tooru has always liked to look into Hajime’s eyes before he comes). Or they intertwine with Hajime's, guiding his rhythm (because, of course, Tooru would never miss an opportunity to conduct) as Hajime prepares him.

And then there are his legs—powerful, long, strong, and fucking flexible. Legs that lift him to the top, propelling him to the skies and the podiums. Legs that Oikawa loves to show off, especially when he wears his sports shorts and rolls them up to his thighs (and when he does it in front of Iwaizumi, the bastard always looks up at him with that crooked smile that says I know you like what you see and I don't want you to look away). And when they fuck, Hajime hooks one of those majestic legs behind the knee, lifting it over his shoulder to drive deeper, dragging Tooru to the very edge of the abyss.

Tooru is fucking hot. And he belongs to Hajime. Completely.

...

i just know iwa worships oikawa's body a lot its not a headcanon anymore its canon furudate told me

u cand find me on my ao3 🍉

[rosealiceroyal]

Summary:

Nobody knows, until they all do.

OR

How Kuroo and Oikawa’s teammates and friends found out they were a thing – a series of snapshots.

Published:2022-04-27Words:2,045Chapters:1/1Comments:8Kudos:219Bookmarks:28Hits:1,375

[kitsquared]

🏐

[causenessus]

Dating Them. | Haikyuu

inc. akaashi, bokuto, oikawa, iwaizumi, sugawara, kageyama, kuroo

written in 2nd pov (female reader implied)

song recc: i got carried away and gave them all a song but i can't help myself so if u want another one, loverboy by a-wall

word count: 3105 words

summary: "what does dating them look like?"

i love them all sm <3 hopefully these all make sense!! tysm to @luvring for sending me down a deep retrograde with rex orange county whom i almost chose to link a song to for everyone but then narrowed it down to just oikawa <3 also almost put in we & us for akaashi but freaked out 💃 pls check out this post by her that inspired me!! it was so sweet

akaashi

even if my heart stops beating you're the only thing i need with me even if the earth starts shaking you're the only thing worth taking even if the sky's on fire got you here, it's alright

looks like little gifts and notes left for each other everywhere

lunches made for the other left in lockers and on desks with little love notes <3

tell me he wouldn’t end every note to you with a little " ♡ ᵕ̈ " i dare you

you both handwrite the notes because texts are for losers

unless ofc one of you is out of town and you’re separated

then there are good morning and goodnight and i miss you texts

ending with ୧⍤⃝💐 and ᴖ̈ emojis

you both are very busy people so you just try to make sure the other is taken care of and knows they’re loved until you guys see each other again <3

dates are always lovely with him but the best part of them is when you guys get to go home

when it’s late at night and one of you is between the legs of the other, laying against their chest as you both do your individual things or something together

since life is so hectic it’s nice to just have these quiet moments in each other's presence <3 all he needs is to be around you and he doesn’t need anything else

there's definitely so many intimate and domestic moments with him

getting home from games used to be one of the worst parts of playing volleyball but you’ve made him look forward to it 

he loves to call or text you on the way home <3

if you’re able to stay at his house and be there when he gets home even better !!

you’re always taking care of him, making him something to eat or cleaning him up <3

how you guys started getting interested in each other?

I think at first sight you were curious about each other but one specific interaction sealed the deal <3

akaashi for sure knows so many random facts and how things work and most of the time when bokuto says something, it’s incorrect and akaashi will correct him <3

one afternoon when you three were together, bokuto was rambling about something he thought was impossible and threw a look towards akaashi, “and i don’t want to hear a ‘well, actually’ from you, there’s no way i'm wrong. if we're building things on earth that means more stuff on it and so it's getting heavier.”

akaashi only smiled, looking at his fingers as he played with them, “yes, but everything we're making those buildings out of already existed on the earth prior to–”

bokuto groaned, hands in his hair as he bent over, “no way! you know too much akaashi, I don’t even know if that’s a good thing or not” 

you let out a small laugh at the exchange. you wanted to add something but your chest tightened with anxiety, fearing that it would reveal how you truly felt. however, it slipped from your mouth before you could stop it, “i actually like it, i think it’s really cool that you know so much, akaashi-san. i admire it.”

bokuto, still bent with his arms on his legs immediately turned his head towards you with sharp eyes and brows raised, a teasing smile on his face

akaashi, on the other hand, had turned slightly red, his lips stuck between wanting to smile and trying to play off the compliment as if it hadn’t made his heart stop for a second

you’re cheeks had also warmed, realizing that if bokuto immediately got it through his thick skull (with love ♡) there was no way akaashi hadn’t

since he’s quiet by nature, the sweetest thing for him is someone who will really listen to what he has to say and the fact that you found it interesting just topped it all off <3

bokuto

sweet talk everything you say it sounds like  sweet talk to my ears

looks like seeing each other in the halls and he brightens up, the world literally getting brighter as he sees you and he can’t stop the wide smile that spreads across his face <3

i think what he really needs is someone that matches his energy. you might be a little calmer than him due to the fact that you’re not jumping up and down but you’re just as happy, a smile wide on your face, eyes wide and you’re pushing through the crowd to get to him as well

if you are able to, you always come to his matches and it makes a difference in his playing <3

ofc before dating he was just as amazing as a player but now that he gets to see you while doing what he loves, there’s so much energy and happiness that wells up in him he ends up jumping higher and being more vocal

without a doubt he’s always looking up to you in the stands before every rally

it makes your heart stir, too, whenever he makes eye contact with you and you can’t help but smile and cheer with all the love in the world whenever you both meet eyes

whenever he’s home from a match, you bet that he’s heading to you as soon as possible if you allow him to

loves to collapse on you, strong arms wrapped around your waist and he rests his head on your stomach, body between your legs

will fall asleep so fast if you run your hands through his hair, loves it if you just comb through it from the front, pushing it back as they slide to the back of his head and then move back to the front to run through the strands again

even better if you talk to him as you love on him while he’s resting on you

hugs you tighter when you praise him, letting out a small sigh as he relaxes

“you did so well today, kou. ‘m so proud of you,” you hum.

“you mean it, baby?” he mumbles, face still buried into your shirt.

“i mean it. i would never miss any of your games if i can help it for the world, love.”

the last thing he can get out is an “i love you so much" before his eyes fall shut

oikawa

girl, if you want it there’s no good reason not to love if you want it

looks like keeping him company even when it’s three in the morning <3

he’ll hold you close or have you on his lap, arms wrapped around you when he’s up at night watching other team’s volleyball matches

loves to talk you through the plays as well if you have any questions

will take the time to pause the video and point out anything <3

“see what they did here? they purposely left an opening in the block for the libero to cover. it corners the spiker either way,” he spoke softly, a small smile on his face as he explains the tactic to you.

“i think i understand. you guys have done that before too, right?” you nod, eyes focused on the screen as you lean to the side, resting your head on his shoulder

he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, “we have, pretty. i didn’t think you paid so much attention.”

“of course i do!” you pouted, tilting your head to look slightly on him. 

he met your eyes with a teasing smile, “i’m only joking, princess. i see how hard you focus, you look super cute when you do, after all.”

you buried your face into his shoulder, too red to keep looking at him

you’re definitely a part of his squad (iwa, makki, matsu) even if you’re a grade below them

if you didn't already know them, he also definitely introduced you to the group as “his girl”

from then on out, you had four scary guard dogs should you ever need them <3

he’s glad to have someone so close to him that also gets along with his friends, so he’s happy as can be when you’re all hanging out

ofc also enjoys one on one time with u as seen above

after matches, you’re always loving on him, whether he won or lost

if he won, similar to bokuto, you’re praising him the whole way, pressing kisses to his forehead as he lays on you, completely content as he rests

if he lost, there’s no words exchanged between you two until he’s ready. it’s not that words will lead to anything bad, but you know what will help him. you know that for him, he’ll recover with time. after he’s thought about it, he’ll express all his feelings and emotions to you, so you only need to wait for him to be ready. in the meantime, you’ll love on him and make sure he takes care of himself. you’ll stay with him so that he knows he’s not alone and when he’s ready, you caress his face, softly wiping his eyes whenever they tear up and listen to anything he wants to say <3

iwaizumi

my baby here on earth showed me what my heart was worth so when it comes to be my turn could you shine it down here for her?

looks like giving you gifts everytime he sees you

probably actually started with you giving him gifts all the time first <3

def friends to lovers i can see it

when you started giving him gifts, it stirred something inside of him and his friends kept telling him that you definitely liked him back

he was still unsure tho bc we’re talking a man with a whole fan club and two other men who have nothing better to do but tease other people so how trustworthy is their advice really

but he wanted to be hopeful so he started getting you things too (credit to makki & matsu, best wingmen)

because your relationship with iwa was 100% friends to lovers, said wingmen + whatever oikawa is definitely supported you both and were trying to play cupid

makki and matsu helped iwa find out what you liked without making it obvious and since he was too nervous to ask you on his own

also tried to inconspicuously ask if you were interested in anyone in which you immediately turned red and hid your face

the two boys turned to each other with a smirk because they knew they were definitely right

they probably got you to plan a confession to iwa, swearing on their lives that iwa liked you back

(makki and co. also definitely found a way to listen to it all go down and probably even recorded it)

as soon as you guys start dating he’s all over you <3 probably beats you to buying something most of the time but you still try to buy him things as often as you can

i think he’d adore flowers from you <3 they’re some of the sweetest things you can get them

mad dog respects you as an extent of his respect of iwa

definitely lots of words of affirmation in your relationship too

after the spring high semifinals you were in his lap, letting him hide his face in the crook of your neck as his whole body shook

you rubbed the back of his head with one hand, the other placed on one of his arms which were wrapped around you,

“i just want you to know how proud i am of you, hajime. i could hear you everytime you brought up your team. you did so well. you taught them so much. you’re so observant, you’re so strong. i couldn’t be more proud of you, love.”

he tightened his hold on you, and you felt his tears on your neck. “i know. i know it hurts a lot, baby. i’m here for you,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his head.

sugawara

she said i dressed in your favorite  i bought two bottles of red unless you made reservations oh look, you thought all ahead

looks like mothering his flock of children with him and taking care of him after he has taken care of the rest <3

lots of resting on each other’s shoulders throughout the day bc you both are so tired

whenever you guys are on dates, his favorite parts are always the train ride back home, he loves the gentle rocking of the train that lulls you both to sleep as you lay on each other, there’s just something so safe and intimate about it

ofc he loves doing things with you and you both try to spoil each other rotten, surprising each other with gifts and dates

some of your favorite dates to go on are just walks around outside

you guys take turns finding different locations to travel to just so that you guys can admire the beauty together

can u imagine? two pretty people walking around in pretty nature?? it’s too much <3

he loves walking in the winter at night because most of the time you guys will get to see pretty lights too!!

and if u get cold he gets to give u his jacket so two birds w/ one stone

if he’s feeling generous he’ll invite one of the children to walk with you guys while looking at christmas lights

it’s different every time

one night it was hinata, bundled warm in jackets and bouncing around between you and suga

another night it was kageyama, as calm and collected as ever but he enjoyed looking at the lights with you guys

you definitely bought him hot chocolate bc you couldn’t handle the parental love bubbling in your heart for the boy

(mama y papa?--)

but you both were def alone on christmas night when he took you out to walk in the middle of the city, where pretty lights shined at every angle and in every direction <3

he can’t help but kiss you a lot whenever he sees your pretty lips

and you love to kiss his little beauty mark below his eye <3

whenever he’s playing in games, you’re always cheering the loudest

afterwards you’re always flooding him with compliments too once you’re both home or through text message if he’s on the bus ride back

“u always notice so much during matches!! whenever u get in you always have something to tell everyone it’s so cool :000”

“and when you spiked, love, you did so good. we were all freaking out in the stands bc you had just been shut down before and you still went through with it completely!!!”

he'll smile at your energetic messages before replying with his own,

“thank u thank u <3 i can only do so well because i have my own personal cheerleader”

“I’ll see you soon, ok? we’re almost back to school, i love you so much, angel”

if his teammates hadn't drilled it into his head already how much he meant to them, your messages alone would make it worth it <3

kageyama

i wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind... can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever?

looks like dates to the milk vending machine and walking together around school <3

he’s already waiting outside your class during breaks and when lunch starts

you step through the door and jump when you see him

“tobio? how are you already here? class just ended?”

“...do you wanna go to the vending machines with me?”

“did you leave early?”

he averts his eyes immediately, trying to think of an excuse but you just sigh to yourself and start to walk, “what am i going to do with you? let’s go before class starts.”

“i wanted to see you,” he mumbles, eyes lowered to the floor and his cheeks dusted pink as he follows after you

your eyes widen at the response and you almost trip over your feet before you smile and lean closer to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek

“i love you too, tobio.”

he’s another boy you’re constantly fighting with to pay for things

sometimes you’re racing to the machine because you’re so desperate to buy him something but there’s no way you’re winning against him even if he gives you a headstart

you work hard to take care of him, though, and you have your ways of getting back at him even if he ends up paying at the vending machine

he’s so horrible at taking care of himself, especially with the amount of times he stays late to practice with hinata

you started to sneak milk cartons and eventually meals into his bags so that he’ll at least be fed

definitely lots of study dates between you both as well, you’re singlehandedly carrying his grades rn

but it’s worth it when you see him on the court <3

he tends to look at you before every serve, and you can feel your heart buzz whenever he makes eye contact with you

seeing him work so hard in volleyball and have so much fun, you can’t help but fall in love with him all over again, and you’ll do anything you can to help him and make sure he can achieve his dreams <3

kuroo

you wanna go out, i wanna finish living you wanna get up, when i could just lay all day, with you

looks like showing up at your door whenever he feels like it either to take you out or to be at home with you <3

after the first time he insisted that he walk you home and you let him, he started visiting you more often

ofc you let him in everytime, you were glad he was the one making moves because you wanted to be around him more, you just didn’t know what to say

when you both started officially dating, you also obviously put in more effort to show that you appreciate him and love to be with him

but he’s always more than happy to be the one to come to you as long as he knows you enjoy it as much as he does

speaking of which he’d really do anything for you

if he’s not already there, you could ask him to at two in the morning and he’d be there as soon as he could <3

especially if you text him something like “i had a nightmare” or “i can’t sleep” he’s over there in a blink of an eye

“alright, princess. are we staying up or should i tire you out?”

🧍

😳

anyway

he’s making any excuse to be close to you

he’s probably helped you in a few subjects if you were struggling with the material

ofc in exchange for kisses <3

he’s surprised when you come to his games, i feel like he’s probably not used to having a lot of people come to cheer him on and he doesn’t want to bother you about having to come to gymnasiums to watch him

but you come of your own free will and it makes him smile, he’s more than ready to crush his opponents to show off for you <3

after games, you’re throwing yourself into his arms as soon as you get to him and he’ll catch you with just as much adrenaline and excitement running through his veins at the sight of you <3

[veritasangel]

Orange slices

ft. Oikawa Tōru

⋆ ˚｡⋆ fem pov ୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw content {mdni} ↣ vaginal penetration (unprotected), creampie, oral (reader receiving), fucking against apartment windows but nobody can see

↣ let's just pretend he's in necochea...tagging @draculakawa bcs i know you love him (art credit goes to: @/HQ_YUNAK on X and second one i still gotta find)

wc: 2.6k

A small holiday to Argentina with friends was just to unwind from the stress of your daily life, you definitely didn’t mean to end up in some cute guy's bed that you met whilst sunbathing at the beach.

Your friends had babbled on about how he was a great athlete, volleyball to be specific. You didn’t know if they were lying or not though since you’d never watched volleyball.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted by Tōru rolling over in the bed, one strong arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you in close enough to bury his face against the crook of your neck. “Well good morning, beautiful.” he mumbled against your skin, tongue darting out to run over the rose shade marks blooming on your skin from last night.

You laugh a little as he lifts his head to look down at you, “Morning to you too.” you smile as he grins at you cheekily.

God, he’s gorgeous. How did I get the courage to approach him yesterday?

“I don’t know how but you look even prettier when you’ve just woken up.” he says with effortless charm, making you wonder if he's used that line before. You laugh a little, shaking off the compliment as you sit up to get out of bed.

“Nuh uh-” his smirk evident in his tone as he pulls you back. “It’s still early and I don’t want you disappearing on me....Besides, I’m not against a repeat of last night.” he teases as he leans in to kiss you.

Instead of resisting, you let yourself fall back onto the bed, a smile curving your lips as you kiss back. You didn't even know him all that well yet but something about this felt right.

As his tongue met yours, your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging gently as the kiss deepened. The warmth in your chest grew, desire blooming as he trailed kisses down your neck. You hummed softly, arching into the sensation.

Tōru's hand wanders down your curves, before settling on your inner thigh. He trails kisses down your body until he was hovering right above your panties.

However, you hadn’t eaten since yesterday evening and of course your stomach decided to make it known in the most obnoxiously loud rumble that lasted a good 10 seconds.

He bites your thigh softly, laughing a little, the sound, captivating.  “You hungry?”

“Mhm…what gave it away?”

He snorts, retreating as he sits up, “Come, let’s get you some food.”

“But-”

“We’ll still be having a repeat of last night, don’t you worry, but when you’ve eaten. I’m a hospitable man and I know how to treat a pretty lady.” he teases as he gets out of bed, throwing some shorts on.

You follow not long after, slipping out of the comfy bed and opting to wear his t-shirt, since your only other option was the dress you wore last night.

You walked down the hall and past the living room, admiring the apartment. Every corner decorated with memories and trinkets, it was nice and homey. Picture frames adorned the walls, some of Tōru with who you’d assume was friends or family and also...volleyball pictures.

So he is actually a volleyball player.

You reached the kitchen as you settled on the counter whilst he rummaged through his fridge and cupboards with a defeated expression, “It would seem that I need to do a weekly shop." he says sheepishly, "But I have fruit for days. Oranges, strawberries, mangoes, you name it. You know, if that's okay, for now?"

"Fruit sounds great, I can let you off the hook for no breakfast if this fruit is top notch." you joke, watching as he began preparing the fruit, cutting each individual one into neat slices and placing them on a plate.

"So, tell me more about you. I only remember bits and pieces from last night," you say, curious to learn more about the man you shared a passionate night with.

Tōru glanced up at you, a proud smile on his face as he mentioned, "I'm a volleyball player...a setter. It's the best sport in the world, albeit I'm a littlee biased."

He places a plate of fruit beside you as he continues, "Club Athletico San Juan, if you wanna see a game of mine."

The conversation flowed easily, both of you laughing and getting to know each other better. It was effortless, natural and a part of you wondered if this would've been something more, had this not been a brief holiday, but you shrugged it off.

He handed you an orange slice which you accepted as you gazed at him, a smile playing on your lips. There was something magnetic about him, a pull that you couldn't deny. His golden brown eyes and messy chocolate hair was definitely a sight you could appreciate.

You wished you could stay longer, to explore every inch of this newfound connection. Still, you could enjoy the present, savouring the taste of the orange and the company of a stranger who became so much more within a single night.

As you both indulged in the fruit platter, you shared laughs. The atmosphere light, the bond between the two of you growing stronger with every passing second. You felt comfortable, at ease, and happy.

“How long are you here for?” he asks.

"The next two weeks," you reply, setting the half-eaten orange on the plate, biting your lip. "Maybe I'll catch a game whilst I'm here."

There was a spark in his eyes at the thought, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. With a smile, he assured you, "Absolutely. I'll make sure to get you one of the best seats...You wanna watch my ass or my face?"

You blurt out laughing, "No no, I'll properly watch the game, you can run me through the rules...either sight's a bonus though."

As your laughter and chatter filled the room, he couldn't help but focus on everything about you, your hair, your eyes, your smile, he can't remember a time he was this attracted to someone.

"Well I couldn't give you a proper breakfast this morning, aside from some delicious fruit, so you have to let me take you to dinner on at least one night." he argues.

"Deal. Dinner sounds lovely."

With the agreement made, you both finished up your fruit, the conversation easing into the background as you enjoyed each other's company in comfortable silence.

"You've got fruit juice all over your lips." you tell Tōru with a laugh

"You're not one to talk, angel." he retorted with a grin, wiping the remnants of the juice from your lips with a thumb, deliberate and slow, the juice coating his thumb.

"Maybe I should clean you up properly." He leaned in, claiming your lips again, the taste of the fruit still on your tongues. You were caught in a whirlwind of passion, the morning sun casting a golden light on the both of you.

The sweetness of the orange mingling with the heat of his kiss. A gentle moan escaping your lips as you pulled him in closer, craving the intimacy.

He steadied you on the counter with one hand, as the other pushed its way into your panties, sliding through your folds. A gasp slipped past your lips as he rubbed his thumb against your clit, eliciting a shiver from the intimate touch.

His fingers teased you, the sensations leaving you desperate for more. Your head fell back, trusting him completely as the connection between the two of you intensified.

Every movement of his fingers sent shockwaves through your body, the pleasure mounting "Tōru," you whispered, nails digging into his forearm.

"Hmm?" he hummed against your mouth, his fingers never stopping.

"Please," you begged, the pleasure threatening to consume you whole.

A wicked smile curled on his lips as he watched your reaction with charmed interest. He tugged your panties to the side as he lowered himself down enough to kiss along your thighs, trailing closer to your pussy.

"Tōru!" you exclaimed, stifling a moan as he shifted, his warm breath brushing against your sensitive skin. He momentarily replaced his fingers with his mouth, the delightful contrast of cool air and heat washing over you. Pleasure rippled through your body as his tongue flicked against you, each lick drawing you closer to the edge.

You gripped the counter, your body taut with anticipation, riding the waves of ecstasy as he explored you. He could sense how your body quivered under his mouth, the tension mounting, and he increased the pressure, his lips sucking at your clit, his tongue licking and circling around it.

His hand found the back of your thigh, using it to spread your legs open a little more, allowing better access and stopping you from forcing your legs shut from the sensation.

He could taste your arousal, the sweetness of your desire. It made his own cock throb in his pants, but he stifled the urge for now, focused solely on pleasuring you. As he continued his ministrations, the rhythmic motions driving you closer and closer to the edge, he pressed a finger into you gently.

Your soft moans were music to his ears, each one a testament to the pleasure he was giving you. He felt your body tense and he knew you were close. He curled his fingers at the right angle, fervently sucking on your clit. You arched your back, breath hitching in your throat as he continued, his fingers relentless, pushing you higher and higher.

With a last, precise thrust of his fingers, he heard your cry of pleasure, felt your body shudder and convulse. He smiled against your wet folds, savouring the quivering muscles and the way you shook slightly.

"Much sweeter than the fruit" he murmured, his voice thick with adoration. He paused for a moment, letting you come down from your high before withdrawing completely.

"Feel like we should make the most of this brief time we have." you manage to finally say as your breathing steadies, looking down at him between your thighs.

Tōru agrees, his eyes sparkling with mischief and desire, your own juices now running down his chin, which he wipes away, only to lick his fingers clean.

“Have I shown you the view?” he teases, and you’re unsure where this is going as he guides you off the counter, walking you over to the floor to ceiling windows in the living room.

The view of course being a beautiful and mesmerising sea view. The waves crashing against the shore as the water sparkled under the sun.

He leans down, whispering in your air, “You can watch the sea as I fuck you...You know, really appreciate Argentina whilst you’re here.” he jokes, slipping your underwear completely down to your ankles, his shorts joining them on the floor as he lifts up the shirt that you're wearing, his shirt.

“Alright, pretty,” he says huskily, “Let's enjoy the view.” He has you against the cool glass as he lines himself up, one hand reaching around to rest on your stomach.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice low and rough. Your hips rock back, inviting him in, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance. With a deep growl, he pushes in, filling you completely. The combination of fullness and the sight before you sends shivers down your spine.

“Fuck, yes,” Tōru groans, pulling back slightly before thrusting forward once more. The rhythm quickens, his hand gripping your hip to steady your movements, and your moans growing louder as you watch the horizon.

His movements become more urgent, each thrust driving deeper. His hand moves from your stomach to move your hair, exposing the tender skin of your neck. He presses soft kisses there, his teeth nipping and scraping, marking you as his, if only during these two weeks.

The sensations build, your body arching, begging for release. Tōru can sense your need, and he responds by thrusting faster, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the spacious room.

“You look real good in my shirt, fuck- but you’d look better if it was my volleyball one.” he groans at the thought of you wearing his name and number, the image sending waves of desire through him.

He can already imagine it, you wearing his jersey, your hair dishevelled, a sly grin on your lips as you lay in his bed, waiting for him. The mental image fuels his actions, his pace becoming frantic, desperate.

God, he’d known you for no more than 24 hours but he was hooked already, captivated by you.

His grip tightens on your hip, the force of his thrusts increasing, each one bringing you closer to the edge. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment before Tōru's voice meets your ear, "Open your eyes, baby-" a small whine escaping his throat that he tries to cover up by nibbling your earlobe.

As your eyes flutter open at Tōru's urging, you're still reeling from the sensation of his cock stretching you out. "Necochea," he says, his voice thick and heavy with lust, "Is a small city, the beach is perfect for surfing."

His hands roam along your body as he lifts one of your legs to allow himelf to thrust deeper, "Quequen Lighthouse's nice, I should show you." he says and you're hardly paying attention to what he's saying when he's hitting all the right spots.

"As much as I would love to learn about this place, kindly shut up for the moment." you say breathily, a small laugh escaping before your breath hitches as his fingers meet your clit.

He chuckles at your demand, as he continues the movement of his skilled fingers. "Don't worry, baby, I promise I'll show you all the best parts of this place, might have to steal you from your friends."

Tōru keeps his word, his hand working mercilessly, his cock pounding into you, his thrusts deep and unrelenting. The dual assault has you teetering on the edge once more, your body pressed against the glass, completely at his mercy.

“Almost there, angel,” he promises, his voice a low rumble, "Tell me when you're ready for me to fill you up.” his words and the feeling of his thrusts was overwhelming to say the least.

You gasp, your mind swimming in a sea of sensation, unable to form words. It's all too much as your muscles spasm, your climax crashing over you, utterly consuming you.

Tōru feels you tighten around him, and with a deep growl, he follows you over the edge, his cum filling you completely to the brim as he holds you close, your bodies sticky with sweat and desire. He rests his head on yours as he tries to steady his breathing.

Finally, he pulls out, easing your leg back down as he turns you around, "Thank you for letting me show you a different side of Argentina," he murmurs, his voice soft and laced with contentment.

His lips find yours in a deep, lingering kiss, the scent of sex and sweat mixing with the salty tang of the sea in the background.

He holds you close, tapping your legs as if urging you to lift them, so you do, wrapping them around his waist as he lifts you up, moving through the apartment, tongues still dancing against one another.

He grins into the kiss as he carries you to the bedroom, "One more round and then I swear I'll drive you back to your Airbnb." he teases, laying you down on his bed.

“But you better come to my game next friday.”

༄ m.list

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