#tooru oikawa x you

[literatooru]

𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

pairing: f!reader x oikawa tōru

warnings: 18+ (NSFW) (MDNI) fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, kind of under the influence of alcohol ig? but, like, not really (more sober than drunk), overstim

You both stumble into the apartment, giggling like children excited about sharing a secret only the two of you know. Oikawa’s lips are on yours as soon as you step inside, not even bothering to lock the door as he presses you against the wooden surface. His kiss is insistent as he traces your lips with his tongue to require access, which you gladly grant him. He moans mid-kiss, shrugging his jacket off and unbuttoning your blouse with fumbling fingers. He seems to be having a bit of trouble with the few last ones.

“Ah, screw it,” he says, ripping the garment open, the buttons flying in every direction.

“Tōru!” you huff, tossing the useless fabric to the side.

“I’ll buy you another one,” he says, attacking your collarbone with hungry lips.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly to get a soft moan out of him, and you gasp when he gives a harsh suck on your skin.

“You always say that, but you keep breaking them.”

He snorts against your neck, pulling back to look at you with bright eyes. His cheeks are tinged a soft shade of pink, his hair is all over the place and there’s a big, simpering grin on his lips. He’s definitely tipsy, although not one hundred percent drunk. Let’s say he’s simply in a happy, bubbly mood — and you are too, which is why you can’t help but laugh at the silly expression on his face.

“Sorry,” he says with a chuckle, pulling you back in for another messy kiss and whispering against your lips, “I’m just a little desperate. Always am when it comes to you.”

It’s true, but that’s how it’s always been. He can never wait to kiss you, have his hands on you, hold you. He loves being with you, and discovering new thing about you — he loves you. Don’t ever tell him to hold back, because that’s just something impossible for him when you’re involved.

You curl your arms around his neck and chuckle when he starts walking, pulling you along toward the kitchen, since it’s the closest place with a firm surface. You both let out silly laughs, discarding pieces of clothing along the way. You laugh especially hard when Oikawa almost trips trying to get rid of his jeans, letting out a soft curse and a sheepish chuckle.

He hoists you up to sit you on the countertop, unclasping your bra and diving his head to wrap his eager mouth around one of your pebbled nipples. You arch your back and hold the back of his head to press him even closer to you, moaning. Then, you give a surprised yelp when he gives a way too enthusiastic nip.

“Someone’s excited,” you say, pushing his head back.

“Sorry,” he repeats with a soft giggle, biting his lip as his hand glides down your body until it finds its way between your legs. Your lips part open with a soft gasp when he draws teasing circles with the tips of his fingers over your underwear, and you curl your fingers around the border of the countertop. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he breathes out, placing his free hand on the nape of your neck to bring your face closer to his.

The kiss grows heated with each passing second, and the movements of his fingers become faster and more precise. He pays close attention to the soft moans you let out against his mouth, the noises making blood rush straight to his cock. He hooks his thumb to pull your panties aside. It's easy for him to push two fingers past your entrance what with how wet you are for him, eager and ready, and he starts working you slowly, his fingers curling in a come hither motion deep inside you. You press your balled up fists against his chest, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, soft mewls and gasps falling off your lips as you buck your hips against his hand.

“Tōru…”

“Feels good, cutie?” he whispers, using the heel of his palm to stimulate your clit.

You only manage to nod, scattering open-mouthed kisses on his chest, biting gently on the his smooth skin every now and then. He pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly, cursing when he feels you clenching around his digits, and the only thing he can think about is how much he wants to be balls deep inside you, filling you up to the brim. He’s torn between finally giving in and teasing you just a tad longer, but he’d much rather focus on you, so he tugs on your panties to get them out of the way.

With a sufficient grin on his face, he drops down on his knees and parts your legs open with gentle hands, licking his lips hungrily, eyes never wavering from your glistening folds. He watches in awe how you clench around thin air when he moves his face closer and blows lightly on you, chuckling when he notices your knuckles have turned white around the countertop.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he murmurs, running a teasing finger between your folds. You whimper, hips bucking up on instinct, chasing his finger when he withdraws it. He licks his lips once more as though he’s just been presented with the most delicious dish on earth, and in a second his mouth is on you. He laps at your arousal, gathering your slick on his tongue and swirling it around the area to savor it, humming in delight with his face buried between your legs. He groans even louder when you pull on his hair, rolling your hips against his face as the most sinful sounds leave your lips. “Fuck, taste so good. My sweet, sweet girl.”

“Tōru, I want you,” you breathe out, panting heavily.

He smirks against you, holding your thighs in place.

“Mm, let me have my fun first, won’t you?” he says, looking up at you from between your legs just as he lashes his tongue against your clit.

He loves seeing how your brows scrunch up when wraps his lips around your nub and sucks, how you arch your back and your mouth falls open to let out the most delicious sounds when he licks a long strip along your pussy, from the bottom to the top, slowly making out with it afterward, his nose bumping against your bundle of nerves with each lick. Your legs tremble as you squeeze his head between them, and you curse loudly when he pushes his tongue past your entrance, his low groan reverberating against your skin.

“Shit— Tōru! Feels so good… so good,” you babble, clapping a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from being to loud, but he’s not having any of that. He brushes his glossy lips against you, shooting you a disapproving look. “Please,” you beg, your voice muffled behind your hand.

He reaches out to grab your arm and pulls it down, placing your hand on top of his head instead, encouraging you to bury it in his hair and pull as hard as you wish.

“You’re not cumming unless I can hear you,” he says, happily moving his lips against you once more. He smiles when your fingers curl around his thick, dark brown locks, and you pull so hard that it’s just a little bit painful, but he enjoys it nonetheless.

Your moans only get louder and louder with each stroke of his tongue, and you squirm under his grasp when he adds his fingers. You’re a babbling mess, whimpering and mewling obscenely, struggling to keep it together — which is something you can’t do when Tōru Oikawa is between your legs.

He doesn’t stop until you’re crying out his name, eyes squeezed shut as your first orgasm hits you with the force of a train, his name on your breath like a prayer. You struggle to catch your breath, but he doesn’t give you enough time to do it, already getting to his feet, his underwear dropping to pool around his ankles.

He’s throbbing with desire and need, painfully hard, his cockhead oozing thick drops of pre-cum that slide down his tip. He doesn’t waste a second to align himself with your entrance, pushing the tip in before slowly sinking into you inch by inch. He watches as you suck him right in, your spasming walls clamping down on him viciously, and he curses loudly and digs his fingers into your thighs, desperate for something to hold on to. Your sweet moan is swallowed down his throat, he’s trying to stifle his own desperate groans against your lips, although his attempt proves futile. There’s just something about being inside you that always seems to awaken something in him. He goes feral, can’t hold back when your warm, tight walls are wrapped around him.

Oikawa’s quick to set a pace that has you trembling in his arms, and a series of animalistic groans and moans spill from his lips. He whispers so many things in your ear, how good you feel, how well you take him, how he can feel you squeezing every single inch of him. His eyes are impossibly dark, lips are swollen and a dark shade of pink as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, peppering your soft flesh with gentle kisses that are a big contrast to his thrusts. He’s going fast, hard, and deep, each snap of his hips echoing in the silent kitchen, which is only filled with the sounds of your skins slapping against each other's and the wet squelching of your pussy sucking him in. Your gasps and moans sound so damn erotic to him, and his hips stutter when you clamp down on him.

He holds your waist with firm hands, pulling you toward him until you’re sitting right on the edge of the countertop as he plunges into you. He lets out soft growls and breathes out your name. Oikawa pulls back slightly to take a good look at you, and finds himself breathless. There you are, head lolled back, closed eyes and parted lips. Despite the place being consumed by darkness, he has a clear view of you, the soft shine of the moonlight washing your face and reflecting in your eyes when you open them to give him the most besotted look, and his heart swells in his chest. His pace slows down a little, rolling his hips in a way that reminds you of waves washing up against the shore at the beach.

He strokes your cheek with his knuckles, cupping it afterward and pressing his lips against your forehead. He then lowers his head to meet your lips in a much softer, gentler, velvety kiss that leaves you breathless, and he holds you as close to him as humanly possible, almost like he wants to fuse with you. His hands are warm on your skin, and they make you feel safe, something that only he could ever manage.

“You’re so fucking addictive… like a damn drug,” he groans, dipping his head to shower your chest with light kisses. “I just can’t get enough of you— fuck.” You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, moaning and holding onto him for dear life. It’s astounding how good he can make you feel, and your body shows it. “You feel so good, squeezing me so tight— ngh,” you clench around him once again, and his fingers flex into your skin, his lips pressed against your shoulder as you tug on his damp hair. “You like it when I talk to you? You like it when I tell you how good your cute little pussy feels around my cock?” he asks, a teasing note in his voice that quickly evaporates when you clamp down on him even harder than before. “Oh, you do. You fucking love it, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Tōru,” you gasp, clawing at his back. “You’re so deep!”

“Ah, fuck.” His moan comes out a little more high-pitched, and he whimpers softly, pressing his lips to the crown of your head, holding your head against him. “S-ay my name again.”

And you do, and he simply loses himself in you. He feels drunk, absolutely plastered, but not because of the alcohol he had been drinking — but because of you. Your scent invades all of his senses, and his mind grows cloudy because all he can see, hear, taste, and feel is you. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Tōru… Tōru I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna—”

“Go ahead baby, I gotcha. Want you to cream all over my cock.”

“T-touch me… please, ah—”

He snakes a hand between your bodies, deft fingers finding your small bundle of nerves. He uses his fingers to rub on it, your jaw dropping in a silent scream as he touches you.

“Right here? Feels good?”

“God, yes! Yes, yes— fuck!” You scream out his name —among other incoherent things that he doesn’t quite catch, although he gets the general idea—, and your vision becomes blurry with unshed tears of overstimulation, but his fingers never stop. “I’m cumming… Tōru, I’m cumming, I’m—!”

You don’t get to finish your sentence, because suddenly clear liquid is gushing out of you and showering his abdomen, and you cry out in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. Oikawa lets out and embarrassingly loud, wanton whimper that makes your stomach twist, the sound extremely lewd coming from his lips.

“Holy fuck, did I make you feel that good, pretty girl? Squirting all over my cock like that, shit.” His hips stutter for a moment, his heavy breathing hitting your shoulder when he dips his head, eyes slightly shut. “I’m so close… s’close. Wanna fill you up with my cum.”

“Please, please,” you gasp, riding out your orgasm with slow rolls of your hips, and you shiver in delight.

It’s the simple sight of you that drives him over the edge — a sight he wants to imprint in his eyelids forever. Oikawa dissolves into pleasure, a scalding sensation pooling low in his abdomen as mouth falls open, and he presses it against your shoulder to stifle his obscene whines, his abdomen spasming with each hot rope of cum he spurts out deep inside you, thrusting slowly until you’ve milked every last drop he has to offer, and soft breaths of your name escape his lips like a broken record.

He stays still for a second, enjoying the way you trail your fingers along his glistening back, drawing imaginary shapes on his skin. He kisses your neck and shoulder before pulling out, letting out a soft hiss as his softening cock slides out of you. It takes him a good minute to catch his breath.

He looks up, a drunken smile on his lips, though he’s all sobered up now. You’re just so intoxicating, he could spend every single second of the rest of his days with you, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

[h8ani]

Tooru Oikawa x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k (I tried)

Warnings: MDNI - semi public sex, health code violations happen, unprotected sex, quickie, oikawa has overbearing parents. you're caught, fem!reader

A/N: Here is my fic for the Help Wanted collab with @interstellar-inn It was fun writing this thank you so much for letting me join! Also a big thank you to those who proof read this for me!

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The cloudless summer sky shined down bright on you as you hurried to get to work. The heat wave brought long days and even shorter nights, construction paused and everyone stayed indoors with their a/c on full blast. Unlucky for you, the small ice cream shop you worked at had no air conditioning as of three days ago and your shift just happened to be on one of the hottest days of the week. 

You shouldn’t complain, you’re grateful that you were even able to get a job just for the summer while you were back home and on break from school, plus the owners were this cute couple who welcomed you with open arms and were always so friendly towards you. You shouldn’t complain but, damn this heat. 

You were able to work five days out of the week which was also very generous given that you were part time, and it didn’t hurt that on most of the days that you worked the owner's son would stop by to help out too. Tooru Oikawa, pride and joy of his parents and one hundred percent, without a doubt, off limits. 

The second you met him you figured out pretty quickly just how overbearing his parents were about him, instantly boasting about how great he is. Apparently, he’s some hot shot volleyball player for his own college, you were able to surmise that he’s captain from the team and that his parents absolutely hate all the little fangirls he always has all over him, his mom quickly mentioning that everytime she sees a photo of him with girls falling off his arms she always comments a thumbs down emoji which you couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. 

You couldn’t overlook the quick jabs about his ex either, his mom being very vocal about how she was never good enough for their “beautiful baby boy” and his father just huffing out an unamused sigh when Oikawa somewhat defends her. You mentally noted everything, making sure to stay in their good graces while you worked alongside him. You made sure not to ask for help from him too much or kept yourself busy so you were never stagnant and just standing around him where his parents could give a questioning look or comment. As subtle as you thought you were being Oikawa saw right through it, easily catching on to how careful you were being. He thought you were cute, definitely not like the girls at his school who just threw themselves at him whenever they had the chance. It was refreshing, and during this heat he needed something to cool down and you were now his drink of choice. 

The ding of the door chimed in your ears as you walked in, the thick air from inside the store somehow feeling warmer than outside. You huffed out a sigh while walking around to the back making sure to say hello to both of the owners before stopping in your tracks, in the small section of the back of the store was a table and a few chairs meant to be an area for employee’s to take their breaks and where bags and belongings can go with a few hooks spaced out on the wall. Your eyes met with his, a small smirk taking place on his face as he watched you frozen. Your expression was cute, eyes as big as a doe’s would be while standing rigid in the doorway. “Don’t look so surprised, you’ll make me feel bad for being here,” he chuckles while leaning back in the chair, his foot popping up on his knee as he gets more comfortable. 

“You weren’t scheduled for today.” You quickly state, moving to place your bag on one of the hooks and sliding your phone out of your back pocket to place it on the charger. You turn back to find Oikawa swiveling in his chair to face you, him not even trying to hide the fact that he’s checking you out. He looked at you from head to toe, how short the shorts you wore were and the way they hugged your ass, your shirt showing just enough cleavage to know his mother would pop a blood vessel if she saw it and the slight sheen of sweat he can see due to the a/c crapping out a few days ago. The thoughts of what you’d look like panting for him crossed his mind and made his pants tighter, a small clear of your throat brought him back almost as if you already knew what he was thinking. A shameless smile crossed his lips as he stood up and passed by you without saying a word. 

~~

Thirty minutes in and you already wanted to shrivel up and die, you were using an empty envelope to fan yourself off but even then that didn’t seem to work because all you were doing was pushing more hot air into your face. At this point you were ready to jump into the ice cream display, who cares if you’d be sticky at least you’ll be cold and sticky. 

Glancing over to the empty parking lot you decide to sneak off towards the back while making sure to grab the containers for the toppings, if you’re going to sneak off might as well do a little bit of work while you’re at it. A giant walk-in freezer is your only saving grace as you tug on the heavy handle, making sure to keep it cracked as to not lock you in because as much as you like the cold you don’t want to be one with the ice cream. 

The gust of cold air as you walk-in feels as if you died and went to heaven, immediately your hands reached the hem of your shirt to fan as much air as you could, allowing your body to feel the sweet chill of the air. The subtle hum of the freezer drowning out any outside noise while you close your eyes, not noticing that the cooler door opened more allowing Oikawa to slip in while seemingly shutting it, the click of the door locking drowned out with the whir of the cooler. 

He watches you for a moment, seeing the subtle sway of your body as your shirt rises higher up on your stomach. He smiles at you, he can’t deny that the minute he met you that he thought you were attractive, you were sweet to his parents and always did more than what was asked let alone did more than what you were actually being paid for. You were smart, already catching onto how his parents were which most wouldn’t, he knew this right away because he could barely keep a conversation with you let alone get you in the same place as him, it was charming how you cared about what his parents thought of you. That’s probably going to change after he’s done with you. 

Stepping closer, closing the distance between you two, his arm snakes around your waist causing an audible gasp to escape you before getting cut off by his hand covering your mouth. Your body went rigid as you felt his breath hit your ear while a quiet ‘shh’ leaves his own lips. 

Your heart was thumping against your chest with your eyes opened wide enough that you resembled a deer caught in headlights, almost immediately your hands reach up to his own covering your mouth. You could hear the subtle click of his tongue in disapprovement as you tried tugging at his hand. 

You’ve tried keeping your distance as best as you could and ignoring just how flirtatious Oikawa has been towards you but even then this budding little crush on him couldn’t be stopped. Yes, he was attractive and yes, he might be this college athlete that you may or may not have instagram stalked on one or two occasions since working here and maybe the fact that he’s been off limits from the start made him even more enticing than he should have been but you will not fall victim to a pretty boy getting you alone.

Finally, you tug his hand down while taking in a deep breath. “Your parents-”

“Aren’t here, but they will be back.” He says as he grabs ahold of your shoulders and spins you around, your back hits the wall of the cooler, a chill running through you immediately. You catch sight of him, eyes locking to him but his line of sight went straight to your cleavage, then to your exposed stomach all the way down until they came back to your eyes. A smug smirk was planted on his face as he leaned in, hands planting themselves right by your head caging you in. “It’s your call, princess.” 

The sprouting thought of being fired the moment his parents find out hit your mind causing you to waver in answering. You needed this summer job, hell; you even liked it even if you wish you weren’t being baked alive, but still you faltered and it was obvious to you both about what was running through your mind. You wanted to, fuck, did you want to but you knew better-

“The more you contemplate this the less time we have, so push me away if you don’t want this but I need to kiss you right now.” 

Before you could even comprehend what he was saying one of his hands wrapped around the back of your neck and pulled you to him crashing his lips to yours. He was quick to press you against the wall but was surprisingly slow with the kiss, he was giving you time to push back, say no if you wanted to but it never came. After a moment he pulls away, hand still caressing the back of your nape as he looks down at you, happy to see your eyes clouded with need.

“We have to be quick.” You breathe out, a determination now setting in your eyes. He couldn’t stop the smile that was spreading once he heard you. His lips were back on yours, angling your head so he could deepen the kiss further. You open your mouth letting his tongue mold against yours as he easily pops the buttons of your shorts off, your own fingers quickly tugging his shorts down. Grabbing the underside of your thighs he lifts you up, pressing you in between him and the frozen wall of the cooler. Goosebumps erupted over your skin, the subtle cloudy air you two exhaled was the only indicator of just how cold it really was inside. 

Soon enough your panties were pulled to the side and his warm, hard cock was sliding past your entrance. The burn of the stretch was noticeable, he was big; that much you could tell. “Fuck…” You bit out, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck. 

“Sorry Princess, don’t have much time for foreplay this time.”

“This time?” Your eyebrows raised as you finally caught a glimpse at him. Suddenly the cooler seemed warmer than it was as you looked at him, cock pushed into the hilt, and that same cocky ass smirk plastered on his face. 

“I plan to have you plenty more times that aren’t breaking any health code violations.” He rocks his hips into you, a moan escapes your lips. The angle he had you in made everything feel so much deeper, every thrust he gave you made your body feel on fire, it didn’t matter how cold everything around you was. 

His lips found their way up your neck, making sure to leave wet, open mouthed kisses along the base of your throat until he found the spot behind your ear that made you visibly shiver in his arms. A quiet whine left your lips as you spoke his name, pussy clenched with every rough thrust he was giving you. 

To say he’s been waiting all Summer to get the chance to be inside you was an understatement, the moment he met you he knew he wanted to have his way with you. To have his way with you inside his parents freezer? That wasn’t his plan but he wasn’t one to be picky. 

You cursed after one particularly rough thrust of his, nails digging into his shoulders as you took every roll of his hips. He was keen on making this quick, your back soon being pulled away from the wall and quickly found yourself being laid on top of multiple boxes of what you can expect was an assortment of toppings. If an inspector came in this place would surely be shut down. 

His pace quickened as his thumb easily found your clit, rubbing in quick circular motions to help you reach your end. He was eager to cum and so were you, a flurry of curse words left your lips as you felt the knot in your stomach tightening more and more. 

“Cum for me.” He grunted, voice hoarse as he watched you under him. Oh how he wished he could’ve taken his time with you, he wanted to undress you properly, make sure you were shaking before he even put the tip in. He wanted to make you feel better than you already did. 

Pulling him closer, you bury your head in the crook of his neck muffling the sounds you were making, your walls clenched around him, your climax dragging out of you as he continued the fuck into you. A loud groan tumbled out of him, his thrusts became sloppy as he released inside of you, spilling his seed until it was spilling out. 

You both are breathing heavy, the warm breath that's being exhaled mixing with the chill of the cooler brings a new sensation around you. You don’t trust yourself to stand, the orgasm he pulled from you in such a short time sent your mind to another world that you almost missed the distinct ring of the front door being opened.

Almost.

“Just customers, too early for my parents to be back.” Oikawa states while planting a comforting kiss on your cheek. You relax back into the now dented boxes from underneath you, he leaned down; now letting his forehead rest against yours as you breathed each other in. You both bask in the afterglow of the orgasms you had until the bright light from outside is shining through, the loud screech of the cooler’s door opening and an overly dramatic gasp and shout of Oikawa’s fathers name is being shouted as you look over. 

Yeah, you can kiss this job goodbye.

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[angeliicheartt]

hi ellie, congrats on 500!!

👙 + oikawa tooru + australia (any city, really)

mostly just because im deathly afraid of large insects and i just know oikawa is too

congrats again xx

ᴛᴏᴏʀᴜ ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ in ꜱʏᴅɴᴇʏ, ᴀᴜꜱᴛʀᴀʟɪᴀ

includes: tooru oikawa

fem!reader

a/n: don’t mind how fake the bug picture looks

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @kozumesphone

[asrichin]

—‘hold me,console me,then I'll leave without a trace.’

it's cloudy, maybe it'll rain soon. Even the forecast said it while you had the news opened on your TV, holding your drink in your hands. Oh and, in about five minutes he'll definitely come, so do unlock the door for him, would you? (OIKAWA TŌRU X F!READER)

content & notes bsf!oikawa w reader, but nt rlly casual..??fluff in general, slightly of curse words used by yn :)

the notification popped up on your phone, making a vibrant noise. Though you unbothered to look at it, since you were focused on making sure the sugar cubes really dissolve in your tea. Also because the fine sugar ran out at the store earlier when you're doing groceries.

“y/nnn! ” the loud yell, but in a good way. Excited, even. Coming from your front door, well just as you predicted, five minutes had passed and he arrived. “give me a sec,Tōru!” you retorted, putting your mug and rushed to the door. (He's an impatient bitch, and noisy, but sweet nonetheless.)

And when you finally opened the door, he hugged you without hesitation, like he always does.

“Iwa-chan called me Shittykawa, I'm huuurttt” Tōru whined, clinging onto you. “doesn't he always does that?” unfazed by his antics, you pulled him inside before locking your door. So he could continue with his ramblings about his day or match, he sputters a lot of things, for sure.

“yeah but—Iwa-chan even blabla..” Tōru rambled, and lets go of you. While you walked to your dining table, to take a seat and he followed. “And Iwa-chan even throw a ball on my head, like?” he complained, looking at you with his hazel eyes. By that, you swear you could fallen for him again, oh dear.

“sounds casual for me, it's not like he never does that to you,right?” you replied, since it's what he wanted all along, for you to listen his stupid rant and give him attention. “...Yeahh,but still!” he frowned.

“you should get going to back head home. It'll rain soon,Tōru.” you cut him off, giving him the slight stern look. “Can't I stay here until the rain is over?” he retorted, as stubborn as he is.

“what? Absolutely no!”

“you don't love me!”

“oh now, don't twist my words,Tōru!”

...

tōru : yn can I drop by?

y/n : did the tournament went bad?? *seen*

You supposed it was today that he will go to nationals or not, you had jot it down on your calendar. He even told you about it like, a lot of times as far as you can remember.

y/n : I'm not at home tho

y/n : but I'll be back soon. Spare keys under the vase.

When you finally arrived, cram classes were no jokes, you feel so fucking exhausted. and now to expect a messed up Tōru at your house, since the way he texted you earlier was pretty obvious.

You opened the door, to be greeted with silence.“Tōru?” you called out to him, closing the door. Searching for him when you're done putting your things and such.

He was there. but god, he seems like in full of thoughts, even to the point not noticing your presence. “you alright?” you tap his shoulder, to get his attention hopefully.

“i lost.” Tōru mumbled.

“i lost y/n. I didn't make it to the...nationals? ”

Ah.

Right.

you took a sit beside him, looking at him. Tōru had his headphones, knees close to his chest and staring to god knows whatever he had on his mind, you swore. “do you want to talk about it? Or a hug?” you asked, low and quiet. To match with his sadness, devastated.

He didn't say anything. Though he did leaned onto you, hiding his face onto your shoulder by your side.

“am I not enough,y/n? Why?” muffled voice of Tōru by burying his face, laced with vulnerability. “i didn't make it to the nationals. I didn't.” he repeated, quietly, yet emotionally.

And all you can do is just hold him, to console him in your own way, at his pace. It was quiet, silence, but comfortable.

His safe place; somewhere he will seek out to, at his lowest. You hold a special place in his heart, to say at least, to look at him while he's sobbing, and ugly (in his defense.)

...

He always been stubborn. He is stubborn. What's new? To him not accepting your dozens of calls.

but ghosting you? Whoa, what the fuck,dude?

It had been a month or so, you thought he just busy these days. Even though he always updated you in any way possible because it's Tōru. He will never leave you, and bug you with his shitty shenanigans and attitude despite your patience running thin.

“I swear if you—” you could feel you almost burst a blood vessel calling him repeatedly because Iwaizumi just told you that he's out in Argentina. What? Argentina!?

“oh god, you're making my phone hang,n/n!” he accepted your call after 17 missed calls, constant vibration from his phone. “and you didn't bother telling me you're in Argentina? What the fuck,Oikawa!” you yelled at your phone, and tossed it at your bed.

This isn't funny. He left you for a month in a half to go to Argentina without a notice? Seriously? “Jeeez, she's mad.” an unfamiliar voice from someone else, possibly a guy, coming from his other side of line.

“Well, I'm sorry but I'm actually in Brazil.” Tōru spoke, in a matter-of-fact tone of his. “Bitch, that's even worse!” you retorted quickly, grabbing your phone and changing the call into a video call. He immediately accepted.

Tōru chuckled. “awhh, miss me that much?” he teased, and looking at you on his phone. The way your nose scrunched, eyebrows furrowed and such were making him cackling. Infact, you can see the other guy, gingerhead beside him, trying to look who's on Tōru's phone. “is that your girlfriend? I didn't know you have one!” he seems energetic, but you're not in the mood right now.

...

“you didn't tell me you're going overseas? and leaving me without telling me too!” you spoke, on the screen, scolding Tōru. Well, you were worried sick for his sudden absent, just to find he's outside of the Japan and having fun, great gracious. “I forgot! You sounds like my mother,n/n—wait I gotta go, call you later!”

and just like that, you ended up having your phone in your hand, with the screen showing your call ended.

...•`_´•

** : sorryy, i forget to tell you i changed my number but I did call you! W my new number ofc =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇)

y/n : you think I'll accept from an oversea number? Unknown too.

** : IM SORRRYYYY Y/NNN! *seen*

** : NO DON'T DO THIS TO ME, Y/N!! *seen*

Afterwards, you texted him, telling him it's fine. And him continuing telling about his journey.

Tōru : I'll be back in a few months :)) want anything here? I can get souvenirs for you??

y/n : sure. see you soon,Tōru

Tōru : don't miss me too muchh!! ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

Guess you'll see him soon,huh?

[zombae-77]

reverse princess treatment

of course tooru cared for you during your time dating, acts of service and words of affirmation were his favorite things to do/say to you

but after practice, tooru became a whiner. "ohh y/n my shoulders hurt", "baby can you tape my wrists?" he'd pout until you tended to his needs…even though it didn't seem like it he was always grateful

tonight was one of those nights, he came over after practice. it was late so none of his fangirls bothered him, he was sitting in front of you on your bed eating some ramen and watching whatever sports channel he put on tv. as you sat behind him you gently massage his back and shoulders, his skin slightly damp from his shower

tooru oikawa bot

[pillow-anime-talk]

bubbly s/o.

request: can you do koshi sugawara, tsutomu goshiki and toru oikawa with a cheerful and bubbly s/o very similar to cat valentine from victorious/sam&cat, but thats it, take care.... 

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; romance; fluff; a bit of crack too; bubbly!reader; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. tsutomu goshiki, koshi sugawara & tooru oikawa {hq!!}

— TSUTOMU

↘ Goshiki, just like you, is a real sun-kissed person and he loves the way you are, your everyday behaviors, all your little and big quirks and every joke you tell in his direction. You both get along really well and a lot of people see a lot of similarity in you (you two often notice it too!).

↘ You talk a lot and spend a lot of time together, so Tsutomu – unlike others – doesn’t see anything weird or goofy about your behavior. On the contrary. He always considers your happy aura and laughing mouth an asset and a reason to be happy.

↘ Although the dark-haired volleyball player loves spending time with his teammates, loves talking to them or doing short trainings and long sparring matches, he feels definitely the best, safest with you and feels that you of all people in the world understand him best and you will never judge him negatively.

↘ Of course, it works the other way around as well – when others only see you as foolish and down-to-earth one, Tsutomu thinks you’re the cutest sheep he’s ever met.

— KOUSHI

↘ Koushi is a fairly peaceful guy who very often calms people down, feels responsible for them all, and spends a lot of time having serious conversations with his loved ones. In most cases, he is your definite opposite, although he can also drop a dry joke or make a silly face in the presence of strangers.

↘ The blond teen often feels responsible for you, but he doesn’t mind. 

↘ You’ve been dating for so long that Suga has gotten used to your all antics, your mind wandering, your staring at one place for a long time, or sudden changes of topic.

↘ While many people would certainly be annoyed by such an approach to other people and the world, it doesn’t really matter to Koushi. 

↘ You are who you are and he will not allow anyone to change your behavior and the way you are.

↘ If he loved you the day you were wearing two different shoes, he will love you forever and that will never change.

— TOORU

↘ Oikawa is usually professional and focused on his goals. He thinks a lot, calculates, is alert and attentive, and also spends a lot of time on his passion and improving his skills. But that’s when he’s among teammates or family. He’s completely different with you.

↘ Your bright and cheerful personality always makes him smile broadly and want to squeeze your cheeks. You are a refuge for him and a person with whom he can rest and throw off his captain’s mask. 

↘ You do a lot of things together; you play video games, you spend a lot of time talking over board games, and you plan the future together, often intertwined with stupid but not impossible ideas.

↘ Thanks to you, Tooru’s life is definitely more colorful than before.

↘ Although sometimes you will say something incomprehensible or strange, it does not discourage the boy from you – quite the opposite. He likes to hear your point of view, even if he has a different one.

[translytherins]

*[Y/n] and Oikawa getting surrounded by Oikawa's fangirls*

[Y/n]: Oikawa-senpai! We're surrounded! What do we do!?!

Oikawa: Quick! Take my hand!

[Y/n] *holds Oikawa's hand*: Now what?

Oikawa: Nothing! I just wanted to hold your hand! (UwU)

[tetsunova]

i think oikawa’s love is the purest one there is. Yes there’s fangirls around him that he always entertains but is it really his ego or is it the lack of the replication of the love he has to give? He’s never had someone whose really loved him for who he his, flaws and all. He flirts with those girls because the love they reciprocate may be superficial but it’s better than nothing at all. Truly he’s just a kid at heart whose in need of a little bit of love.

[shxtodxroki]

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜

Send me the name of your favorite character and I’ll write a drabble for them! :)

“Y/nnn…” You hear a voice whine from behind you, though you resolve to pay it no mind, remaining focused on the laptop screen in front of you as you attempted to find the right way to word the conclusion to your essay. Though of course, your needy boyfriend would not be ignored so easily, proving as much with another, louder whine of your name as he tried to pry your eyes away from your computer screen.

“Y/nnnnn…. My angel…” You could practically hear the pout on your boyfriend’s face as he pleaded for your attention, though you continued to ignore him in favor of finishing the essay in front of him, knowing that the moment you gave him even a crumb of attention he’d take it as his cue to be all over you. You simply couldn’t afford to be distracted until this essay was finished, a fact you had reiterated several times to your boyfriend when he begged to come over to your place with you after school. He had agreed to give you time to finish it at the time, though it was clear that he was struggling to stick to his promise as he pouted and yearned for you to show him some affection.

“....You hate me.”

“Tooru, I need to focus because if I get a bad grade on this essay, my parents won’t let me go see your next game.” You grumble out exasperatedly, silencing your pouty boyfriend with your reasoning. “And then you’d really be miserable, so I suggest you let me finish this.”

“But baaaabe!” Tooru finally whined out, already recovered from the fear of not having his wonderful s/o cheering for him front and center at his next game, knowing deep within himself that there's no way you'd actually do poorly on this essay and miss any of his games. “You’ve been working on it all night, you’ve barely even looked at me!” You hear him move off of your bed as he says this, coming up behind you and leaning down to worm his hands around both the office chair you’re sitting on and your waist. “You know I need your attention to live, it’s just cruel to deprive me for this long.”

“You’re so dramatic, you big baby.” You retort, though you let your clingy boyfriend hold you from behind as you feel his eyes scanning over the portion of your essay that’s currently displayed on your screen, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious as he analyzes your work. “Besides, I just have to finish the conclusion, and then I’m all yours.”

Tooru sighs exaggeratedly once more at that, removing his hands from your waist as he moves to stand in front of you, blocking your computer screen from your view. “Come on baby, can’t you just rewrite whatever you already said and call it good? I’m sure your essay is good enough to stand on its own.” He tries to persuade you, and you allow him to take your non-dominant hand and thread your fingers through his as you gently nudge him aside enough for you to see your screen once more. 

“Babe, just give me five more minutes and I’ll be done, I already know what I want to say. I just have to figure out how to word it.” You see the pout forming on your boyfriend’s face out of the corner of your eye and gently squeeze his hand in yours as you use your other hand to type. “And then we can cuddle, and you can be the little spoon since I made you wait all day for cuddles.” 

Tooru’s eyes immediately light up at that offer, and suddenly he’s content to stand beside you and watch as you finish writing the last few sentences of your essay, mindlessly playing with your interlaced fingers as the sound of your keyboard clicking fills the room. As soon as you’ve written the final sentence of your paper and spell-checked it, you close your laptop and open your arms for your endearingly clingy boyfriend to melt into, allowing him to drag you over to your bed and manually wrap your arms around him from behind as you gently kiss along his back, finally giving your boyfriend the attention and love he’s been craving all day.

Request - @jaiistg said: OIKAWA TORUU :D!

A/N: Hi y’all, sorry I haven’t been posting very much lately, I’ve had a lot going on as I prepare for college lol but I hope you guys enjoy this cute little drabble! I always love writing drabbles for characters lol so pls feel free to send in your fav’s name if you want and I’ll write one for them, and if you have any other requests then feel free to send those in as well and I’ll get them added to my request list ASAP! :D

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[kikikittykis]

Somethings possibly coming soon

Might be for Haikyuu or even Hiccup from HTTYD

Haikyuu:

Haikyuu x reader with Taylor Swift songs

How to Train Your Dragon

Hiccup x reader

Taylor’s version playlist

Taylor Songs which say Hiccup x reader

Concert Band HC’s

Modern AU?

Reincarnation?

Grey's Anatomy/ surgical residents AU

[tsukimirecs]

olympic team hq!! // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works ⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*

atsumu

neon lights (in a world gray) triple trouble drunk mind sober heart green with envy a commemoration of firsts till one of us caves long black anyways, don't be a stranger

kageyama

fate when one door closes stolen kisses miscommunication him?! haunt me volleyball on the brain you can hear it in the silence

sakusa

soft and wet public transit miscarry it's still love drawing our moments bed this victory is mine, and yours touch starved

oikawa

babygirl pinch two stories settle always perfect pain split here's to the sixth time

ushijima

request trust fall atlas bitter / sweet soft, but for you only in time page 304

bokuto

inferior an accidental heroine as loud as you like lucid swept up in the moment heart attack

[satoruxx]

you fiddle with your nails as you walk home at tooru's side, the sounds of mattsun, makki, and iwa bickering further up ahead cutting through the empty streets. you’re uncharacteristically nervous, because god knows you’ve never done something like this before—but you steel yourself because it’s worth it for him.

your feelings for oikawa tooru are all consuming—strong and deep and intense. they’ve been brewing for well over two years now, nourished by the increased amount of time you’ve spent with him. they overwhelm you, washing over your being with an intensity you’ve never felt before, and they drive you to stick by his side for as long as you can—desperate and aching for the boy who puts the stars in your sky.

you know that timing is important because tooru is nothing if not driven—singularly focused on the sport that gives him the air he needs to breathe. so you wait until well after his match with karasuno, giving your all to support him and the rest of the team because volleyball has become important to you after spending so much time with them. you give it time, wait until after the team has taken the time to lament over their missed chance, and after all the third years are ready to move on to the next phase of their lives, before you finally decide to spill your guts to him.

tooru stares ahead as he’s walking, pensive and unsmiling, and you’re dying to know what’s going on in his head. his eyes are bright, a contrast to his expression, and there’s a resolute glint in his irises that has you feeling oddly shaken. when you reach his house, the rest of the group waves back at him before continuing on, and you realize this is your chance.

so, dangerously, you put your heart on the line.

you tell him everything you've ever thought about him—how you admire his drive and his passion, how you have looked up to him for years and years. how you have never felt so deeply for someone before knowing him. it comes out in a rushed ramble of words, all those nights of practicing in the mirror doing nothing for you in the actual moment. you stumble a few times, your face getting warmer with every word, and yet as each sentence falls forth you feel a weight lift from your shoulders—the flesh of your lungs clatter against your ribs, anxious and eager.

tooru inhales, gaze darting between your eyes and then flitting downwards. even in the dark of the night, you can see the pinkish hue crawling up his neck, can see the way he fidgets with his own fingers. he stares at you, lips parted as a wide array of emotions flit over his handsome features—they finally settle into a strange combination of apologetic and resigned.

and then he tells you no.

he tells you that volleyball will always take precedence, that he has already mapped out his future, which is too far away from you. he tells you about argentina and how his mind is made up. he tells you that he's flattered, that he's glad you're friends but that's all he can do right now.

“i'm sorry,” he says with a grimace. he studiously avoids looking at you, but you can't stop staring at him—your stomach sinks as he turns to head inside.

it takes you months to muster up the courage to tell him. it takes him two minutes to say no to you.

the rejection stings in a way that is unfamiliar, and you take a shaky breath as you walk down the street to catch up with the others.

the humiliation makes itself known in the form of a painful lump in your throat—unmoving and heavy. when you glance up you see that the third years have hung back, waiting for you. makki is wearing a knowing grin, but it falters when he sees your expression. mattsun, ever observant, seems to immediately understand, and he wordlessly slings an arm over your shoulder.

all you can do is awkwardly chuckle, knowing that it sounds weak and throaty as you shake your head. “i feel stupid,” you admit, voice wobbling as heat burns through your skin—unpleasant and unwelcome.

“you're not stupid,” makki mutters, hands shoved deep in his pockets as his lips slant regretfully. you stare at the ground, nodding slowly under the weight of mattsun's arm. your lungs ache, and you know that if you open your mouth, you will lose it entirely. so all you can manage to do is look up at iwa with glassy eyes and trembling lips and a rueful smile that probably makes you look as pathetic as you feel.

you don't notice the way his fists are clenched at his sides, nails digging indents into his palms. he grits his teeth, gaze flitting to oikawa's house in the background, but he doesn't say anything.

none of them speak as they walk you home, and you try your best to keep the sniffles to a minimum, too embarrassed to look at them.

you've never felt pain like this before, and it's hard to get over it because everything reminds you of tooru. it's like someone has taken a knife and carved into your ribcage, grasping your heart before taking it out crushing it between bloodied fingers. but even despite the gaping hole in your chest you know that there are expectations to be met, things to be done.

that's the strange thing about your silly unrequited love—it hurts and hurts and hurts some more until it stops one day before you can realize it. even though your chest is still bleeding you go on with life—you go to university, you get a job, you pay bills. you get up in the morning and brush your hair and drink water and tie your shoes until the wound closes itself up. you start smiling a little wider and laughing a little freer until oikawa tooru is nothing more than an old name.

and of course there are instances where you are reminded of him and what could've been, whether it's seeing milk bread in a supermarket or passing by children hitting a volleyball over a net out in the sun. you know very well that your friends are occasionally still in contact with their old captain, not that this bothers you. after all, mattsun, makki, and iwa were very careful not to bring him up around you, which you're grateful for. so even hearing the name in passing becomes easier.

it is difficult until it isn't anymore.

you've all but forgotten him now, after years and years and years—nothing more than a distant memory.

so imagine the sinking feeling of dread pooling in your stomach when you walk into the restaurant on makki's birthday and see oikawa tooru sitting at the bar, drink in hand. his eyes are alight as he laughs at whatever conversation he's joined, dark hair falling into his eyes messily.

one step forward, ten steps back.

for a second you can't help but stare, breath stolen from your lungs because it feels like the knife is back and twisting itself into your flesh all over again. there is a panic rising in your throat, suffocating and overwhelming and jarring.

tooru lifts his glass to his lips, hiding his grin as his gaze lazily travels over the expanse of the room.

another surge of panic. the familiar sting of humiliation.

he pauses as he's about to take a sip, brown eyes widening when they land on you, and you see the sharp inhale he takes. his stare doesn't waver, too consumed by shock to look away.

and yet that's all you can do—tear your eyes away because you're different now and it's long gone and you know there is no point in going down that rabbit hole again.

it was a lifetime ago—it's done now.

but you will never know how long tooru thought of you after that night back in high school. you will never know that he felt sick to his stomach when he saw the way your face fell at his rejection. you will never know that he bit his tongue so hard it bled as he watched you walk away from him. you will never know that he spent countless nights in argentina wondering what you were up to and how you were. you will never know that sacrificing you for his beloved sport was the hardest thing he's ever done.

so imagine the sinking feeling of dread tooru feels when he sees the way your eyes light up as you find your way over to iwa's side.

@teddybeartoji this is for you mickey ily hehehehehe

[ventismacchiato]

OIKAWA BREAKING YOU UP

oikawa tooru x gender neutral reader

you, a semi popular youtuber, meet oikawa at one of his games and he says ily after you scream it at him during an interview. you send the video to your current bf, who gets jealous and doesn’t take it well and ends up breaking up with you. after it goes viral on stantwt oikawa reaches out.

notes: ok i haven’t read the manga, so pls don’t come at me if i get any details wrong 😓 based on the yeonjun situation lmfao. takes place after high school u guys are twentyish. also i know i said peg it in the 27th slide i hope that’s still gn T-T

notes — bye i wrote this in a day the haikyuu obsession is back why r we back in 2020 😭 also ignore the ! in some of the tweet dns i forgot to edit them out and i’m lazy it’s so all the fan users are at the top of my app

[lcvemiyuki]

“when they get jealous” | hq

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓊝 ࿐𓂃𓂃𓂃

content: haikyuu boys x reader, when they get jealous over someone else

warnings: disgustingly cute, ushijima x reader + oikawa x reader are established relationships, fem!reader

characters: kageyama, oikawa, ushijima

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Tobio Kageyama

'his pettiness would slip out unintentionally'

You and Kageyama often helped each other with studying, so it wasn’t surprising to find the two of you in a coffee shop with notebooks laid out on the wooden table. Kageyama was focused on his work, his brows furrowed in concentration as he scribbled notes in his notebook. You had given him your neat and organized notes to copy down since the ones he took were the complete opposite.

He was having a good time until this guy, claiming to know you, approached the table. While Kageyama isn't the most socially astute, he couldn't miss the way this guy’s hand occasionally grazed yours or the overly familiar tone in his voice. Every laugh and lingering touch made Kageyama's jaw tighter, his pen digging harder into the paper.

You clearly looked uncomfortable with his pursuits, attempting to let the guy down nicely with an awkward laugh here and there.

“So, I was thinking we should hang out sometime—” The man’s flirtatious invitation was abruptly cut off by a loud, deliberate slurping noise coming from across the table.

You turned to see Kageyama, still focused on his work, but now obnoxiously trying to suck up the last remnants of his coffee from the glass cup. The sound was grating, loud enough to draw annoyed glances from nearby customers.

Each time the guy tried to speak again, the slurping noise grew louder and more exaggerated, making the man visibly frustrated.

“Do you have a problem, man?” he angrily spat, now glaring at the nonchalant guy across from you.

Kageyama took his time to calmly put down his empty glass, his fingers lingering on the rim momentarily before he shifted his gaze to the intruder. His eyes, usually so focused and intense, now burned with an unmistakable, cold irritation.

“I don’t know, do you?” Kageyama’s voice was flat and unyielding, his stare piercing through the man.

You could feel the tension in the air, the intensity of his harsh and cold eyes making the man shift uncomfortably.

“Because she hasn’t said yes to a single thing you’ve said since you got here,” Kageyama continued, his tone blunt and unforgiving. “So I suggest you leave.”

The man hesitated, clearly taken aback by Kageyama’s directness and the unspoken threat in his eyes. Without another word, he turned and walked away, mumbling something under his breath.

Once the guy was out of earshot, you turned back to Kageyama, who was already picking up his pen and resuming his work as if nothing had happened. A small, amused smile tugged at your lips.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” you said softly, a hint of gratitude in your voice.

Kageyama glanced up, his expression softening slightly as he looked at you. “I didn’t like how he was talking to you. It made me uncomfortable.”

You reached across the table, gently placing your hand over his. “Thanks, Tobio. I seriously mean it.”

A faint blush tinted his cheeks as he nodded in response, trying to focus back on his notes.

But, he simply couldn't as his attention kept drifting back to you.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

Tooru Oikawa

'he'd try to one-up the person with blatant rudeness'

Oikawa loves spending time with you. When a festival was happening in your hometown, it was a given that he’d go with you. The vibrant atmosphere, the colorful stalls, and the joyful crowd made it a perfect date. He left you alone for a split second to buy some takoyaki.

When he returned, he saw you stopped in the middle of the crowd, awkwardly laughing with some other guy. His smile faltered slightly, a hint of annoyance flickering in his eyes. He playfully nudged your shoulder, interjecting himself into the conversation and cutting off whatever unfunny joke the guy was telling you.

“Hey, sorry for the wait,” Oikawa said, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. His smile was charming as always, but his eyes held a sharp glint as he did a quick look up and down at the guy.

“Wow! Y/N, I didn’t know you snagged a boyfriend while you were away!” the guy laughed with a strain.

Oikawa didn’t miss the way this guy’s gaze shifted slightly, revealing a brief flicker of distaste towards him. His own smile turned to a sneer at the sight of it.

‘Huh, this little prick,’ Oikawa thought, recognizing him as the classmate who had a crush on you in high school. That memory only fueled his irritation, making him want to pull you away from this conversation even more.

As each second passed, the more Oikawa showed how much he didn't like this guy. “Wow, it sounds like you had a great time in high school. But I’m sure nothing beats the fun we have now, right, love?” He directed an innocent smile at you, but you could feel the air thickening with intensity.

Turning back to the guy, Oikawa continued, “It’s so cute how you still remember those high school days. I guess some people never move on from their glory years.”

Your eyes widen at the jab and side-eye your smiley, 'I didn't do anything wrong' boyfriend next to you. You didn't know if you wanted to laugh or pinch him for making this even more awkward than it is.

You curtly said goodbye to your classmate, not wanting to drag this out any longer. Without waiting for a response, you grabbed Oikawa’s hand and dragged him away.

Oikawa's disdain towards your friend was clear, his expression contorted with thinly veiled annoyance. He stuck out his tongue in a childish display of disapproval, causing the classmate to stand there, taken aback, and scoff in response.

As you both silently walked beside each other, Oikawa’s demeanor softened, realizing he might've overdone it a tad with this one. “Hey, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said, his voice gentle and sincere. He squeezed your hand, looking at you with an apologetic look.

“No, I'm sorry,” you sighed, glancing up at him. “I should've told him I had to go right when he approached me and look for you. Instead, we were put into an awkward situation."

Oikawa frowned slightly. "You don’t have to apologize. I just—I didn’t like the way he was looking at you."

You stopped and turned to face him, placing your hands on your hips. "Tooru, you need to stop being so childish. Sticking your tongue out? Really?"

His eyes widened in surprise. "You saw that?"

You raised an eyebrow, a mix of amusement and exasperation on your face. "Of course I saw that. You think I wouldn't notice?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Okay, okay, I admit that might've been a bit much."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. "A bit much? Try a lot. You can’t keep doing that."

His pout returned. "But he was—"

"No buts," you interrupted, playfully poking his chest. "I can handle myself, alright? And you definitely don't have to worry about any other guy. You're the only one I want."

His eyes sparkled at your reassurance, his smile widening. "You know, there's no one else I'd rather have but you~" he playfully coos back, earning a soft slap to the chest from you.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

Wakatoshi Ushijima

'he barely gets jealous, but when he does, his reserved demeanor slips with subtle signals'

You frequently showed up to Ushijima’s practices to support him, admiring his dedication and skill. Today was no different, but what you didn’t know was that there was a new player on the team. He was quite charming and flirtatious, so when he saw you, he couldn’t help but make a move.

“Hey sweetheart, are you lost?” the new player approached you, his hair matted with sweat and a cocky grin on his face.

“Oh no. I’m Y/N, Ushijima’s—” you started to explain, but he cut you off.

“Fan?” he guessed, leaning closer.

“Um, no—” you tried again.

“Sister?” he interrupted, his eyes scanning you with obvious interest.

Before you could speak again, a deep, familiar voice cut through the conversation, “She’s my girlfriend.”

Ushijima’s imposing presence seemed to cast a shadow over the new player as he gently placed his hand on your shoulder, his touch light yet protective. You felt a slightly sweaty chest lightly press against your back, sending a shiver up your spine. His olive eyes, usually calm and composed, held a steely intensity as he assessed the situation.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?” Ushijima asked, his voice steady but carrying an underlying edge.

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and warmth at his presence. “Yes, everything’s fine.”

The new player, clearly taken aback, tried to recover his composure. “I didn’t know, man. Just thought she was lost or something.”

Ushijima’s gaze didn’t waver, and his grip on your shoulder tightened ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. “She’s here to support me, as always. I’d appreciate it if you respected that.”

The new player nodded, mumbling a quick apology before retreating to the court. As he walked away, you could feel the tension slowly dissipate from Ushijima’s body, but his eyes remained on the player for a moment longer, his gaze eyeing him like a hawk. Ushijima never shows his emotions normally, but seeing you flustered and a bit uncomfortable by someone else had his jaw set tighter than usual.

Turning back to you, Ushijima’s expression turned non-rigid once more. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” The lines of tension in his face smoothed once he met your gaze.

You smiled up at him, the warmth of your hand over his on your shoulder conveying a silent understanding. You plant a light peck on his hand, a gentle affirmation of your gratitude. “It’s okay, Toshi," you whispered softly, your voice carrying a soothing tone. "You should go back to practice."

He nodded, his lips curling into a rare, small smile. “Just let me know if anyone bothers you.”

You leaned into him, feeling the solid reassurance of his presence. “I will. Thank you.”

As the practice continued, he kept a close eye on the new player, making sure there were no further incidents.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

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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")

[tvhsleb3ww]

HUSBAND OIKAWA HCS OMAGHAUSHSHD

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THATS ALL FOR NOW KEKE