#tooru x you

[hayakawalove]

Love From a Thousand Miles Away

Summary: Oikawa just finished a match and has plans to call you after. He learns that you got up to something in his absence, leaving him feeling a bit left out.

A/N: Hello! It's my first time writing him, so I hope it's okay. Comments appreciated! I want to write him more!

CW: Smut, Phone Sex, Dirty Talk, Masturbation, Humiliation, Hand Jobs, Post-Time Skip, Pro Volleyball Player W/C: 1,910

Credit to cafekitsune for the banner

“And with that, CA San Juan grabs the gold with a leading score of 30-28!” 

“It couldn’t have been done without their phenomenal setter, Toru Oikawa!” 

A stadium full of cheering fans surrounds Toru, but he isn’t focused on any of that. Don’t get him wrong, he’s grateful, really grateful. It’s been a long road to success, and he couldn’t have been happier. However, something else was on his mind entirely. And that something else came in the form of you. 

Toru smiles and rustles his team mates backs, sweat dripping down his forehead but he’s only thinking of one thing. You. You. You. 

He misses you so much he’s sick to his stomach. You were back home keeping watch over the house. Honestly, he didn’t really mind that you weren’t going to be there for this match. He just wanted to be by your side. 

Sure, this was his third consecutive win this year and it was only April, but that wasn’t the most important thing on his mind. 

His teammates wanted to celebrate that night by hitting the town, planning on getting drunk off their asses. They really tried to get Toru to join in, but he just gave a shrug with a slick grin, waving them off as he exited the locker room. 

“Can’t, got a date with my girl.” 

“She didn’t come with you?!” One of his teammates calls out after him. 

Toru doesn’t respond, instead digging for his phone in his smooth team jacket. You were planning on video calling after the match. As he turns on his phone he sees two notifications from you. 

You: Good luck on the match baby, I’m rooting for you 

You: how did it go? 

The last message came in only minutes ago. He finds it funny that you asked him that, seeing as how you knew exactly how the match went. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you watched it live on TV. He really hopes you were watching it, at least. He blew a kiss intended for you towards the camera before one of his serves. Nevertheless, you asked that question after every game. He asked you why a couple of months ago, and you told him it was because you wanted to know how it went from his perspective. You liked hearing him describe it, how the match looked through his eyes. 

Toru: it went great, I should be back at the hotel in 30 minutes. I love you

Toru grins at his phone and slides it back in his pocket, running his tongue along his bottom lip. 

As soon as Toru arrives at the hotel he hops into the shower. He refuses to look even a little gross for you. Even though you’ve told him on more than one occasion that you thought it was hot when he was sweaty. 

Grey sweatpants hang low on his hips as he saunters over to the bed. The sound of him video calling you echoed throughout the room, the anticipation of seeing you again making him giddy. 

He flops on the bed, laying on his stomach as he stares at the screen. It only rings a couple more times before your face lights up his phone. 

“Hey baby.” You say with a smile. 

There’s sunlight behind you, a stark contrast to the unforgiving darkness of where Toru was at. Exhaustion is seeping in his bones, but he doesn’t mind. 

Toru excitedly says your name, a toothy grin pulling up on his face. All is right in the world now. Conversation flows easily between the two of you. He recounts the game for you, explaining each detail as you patiently listen. He feels a surge of pride when you tell him ‘good job’. It always sounds better when you’re the one saying it. 

“So, how was your day?” He asks, resting his head on his propped up hand, looking at his screen. 

You’re biting back a smile, nervous eyes flicking away. The action makes curiosity burn in his gut. Toru has always been good with people. He excels at talking with them, always making them feel comfortable enough to open up. But above all else he’s good at reading people. It’s a skill he uses to his advantage every time he’s in a match. It’s a skill he’s using right now. You’re hiding something. 

“Well, I did some cleaning a little bit ago. I wiped down the kitchen and did laundry. Then I took a short break and was about to get started again when you called.” 

Toru squints at the phone, analyzing your facial features. There’s a glint in your eyes that’s hard to miss, and there are indents on your bottom lip from your teeth. He has an idea of what you were up to, but he decides to ask anyway. 

“Yeah? What did you do during your break?” 

You look towards him before glancing away quickly. Caught red handed. Toru patiently waits for an answer, an evil smile perking up his lips. 

“Oh you know, just kinda hung out.” 

“Yeah? You hung out?” He replies. 

“Yeah, nothing special.” 

“Was that before or after you fucked yourself?” 

Toru watches your facial features change instantly. He can’t help but let out a barking laugh at your flustered expression. Honestly, he finds it a bit insulting that you thought you could hide it. 

“Toru! I, well…” you bite the inside of your cheek and look away, unable to watch his shit eating grin. “Before.” 

“Ah, I see. So you got yourself off before calling me? Don’t you think that’s a bit selfish?” Toru teases. He can feel his body start to heat up, and there’s a sensation stirring in his pelvis. 

“It’s not my fault you aren’t home!” You pout, your bottom lip jutting. 

Toru’s internally cursing his manager for bringing him out here. He could be at home right now. He should be at home right now. Toru should be tending to your every need. 

“Poor girl, can’t even wait for her boyfriend.” Toru feels the unmistakable pressure building up in his lap. 

“Don’t be mean.” You murmur, before biting into your cheek. 

Toru has to hold back a laugh. You really were so easy to read, did you even know that? You like when he’s mean, he can tell. It’s written all over your face. 

“I’m sorry baby, you’re right.” He apologizes, even though he isn’t the least bit sorry. 

You sigh and bring your eyes back to the screen. Toru can feel his breathing stutter. You’ve been dating for years now, but your beauty still managed to knock him off his feet every time. 

“Thank you,” you say softly. 

Toru ponders for a moment. He couldn’t let you get away with it that easily.

“What about me though?” He asks. 

“What about you?” 

“Come on, I’m supposed to learn you touched yourself and not be horny?” Toru lays on his back, holding his phone up. 

“What do you want me to do?” 

“Let me see your pretty pussy, baby.” Toru requests simply, knowing you wouldn’t refuse. 

He frees his hard cock from the confines of his pants, watching as it slaps back against his toned stomach. It’s impressive how fast you turned him on. His tip was already leaky, precum freely spilling over as he watches you stand up. You ease your pants off your body, before laying back down on the bed with your phone in your hands. 

“Let’s see,” he says. 

“But I’m embarrassed.” 

“Don’t be. You know I think you’re perfect.” 

He doesn’t let you forget. He reminds you nearly every hour of every day. 

You spread your legs wide for him, bringing your camera further down to display your cunt. Toru groans loudly, the sound carrying over through your speakers. 

“Holy fuck,” he watches the screen intently, running his tongue against his bottom lip. 

Toru is athletic. That much is known. It’s his job for god's sake. But he swears he’s never felt so breathless before. It feels like he’s been playing volleyball for ten hours, but he hasn’t been. All he’s done was catch sight of your pussy. 

“It isn’t that big of a deal, Toru.” You reply, your voice heavy with desire. 

“Yes, it is. You always look so good. Spread yourself for me, sweetheart.” Toru grips his cock, wincing at how good it feels before he begins to slide his fist down. 

You use your middle and pointer finger to spread your pussy, your clit still swollen and cum still seeping from your hole. 

Toru moans, his hand emitting noises now from the precum coating his cock. He imagines it’s your pussy. He imagines how wet you’d feel, how tight your walls would be around him. 

“So wet, didn’t even clean up yet?” 

“I didn’t have the time to.” You whine.

“Messy girl.” 

He speeds his hand up. It’s nowhere near as good as your pussy would be. You’re teasing a finger around, allowing it to circle your clit before moving down further, pressing it into your hole. Toru watches closely, groaning at how easy your finger pushes in. You thrust it in a couple times, and Toru can see how your cum glistens against your skin. 

Oh, how he wishes he could clean it up for you. 

He wants to dive his tongue into you, lick the liquid lust from your pussy until you’re screaming his name. He’d lick it off your fingers too, if you’d let him. He’d place them delicately in his mouth, allowing his tongue to clean the cum from your hands. 

Toru groans as you finger fuck yourself, your moans carrying through the call. Every so often you pull your hand away, rubbing your finger against your clit before completely removing it. Toru closes his eyes for a second to picture you beneath him. How you’d look, how you’d taste, how you’d feel. 

He’s already getting closer now. He can feel it. 

His hand fondles his cock, allowing him to build up closer and closer. Toru fucks his hand, precum spilling over onto his knuckles and down his fingers. It’s a filthy sight. He throws his head back and focuses on the warmth spreading throughout his tummy. 

“Wish you were here, Toru. It was hard to cum without you. You need to fuck me.” You say, watching as Toru gets closer.

“Yeah? You need it bad?” 

“Yes, please fuck me, Toru.” You thrust your finger back inside, arching it up against your sensitive spot. You didn’t intend on cumming again, but you wanted to put on a good show. 

“Fuck, baby.” 

Toru’s cumming. White flows down his fist, the added lubrication making his movements that much smoother. His hand doesn’t stop once, too intent on finishing fully first. You’re groaning at the sight as well. Toru hopes it looks as good as it feels. 

After he’s finished cumming, his hand slowly comes to a stop. The room is no longer spinning, instead a calm lull taking over its place. He looks at his cock before looking at you, smiling as he sees your face. You have a grin on as well, one that makes love spread throughout his body. 

“I’m sorry I’m not there, I’ll be back soon.” He murmurs.

“You better. I wasn’t lying when I said I needed to fuck you.” 

Toru chuckles, leaning over to begin the clean up process with napkins. 

“We’ll be reunited before you know it!” 

If you want to be added to a taglist for my future works, please let me know. Just specify what you want to be added in.

[thelaughtercafe]

A Short Sulk

Tea Type: Subtly Sweet Tea (Fluff with some Hurt/Comfort)

Potential Triggers: Insecurity over being short, very quick referenced bullying

Pairing: Oikawa/F!Reader

Length: 785

Summary: You mention your insecurities to your adoring boyfriend and he offers you comfort in the best way he knows how.

“Being short is the worst. You’re so lucky being tall, Oikawa.”

You pouted as said boy looked down at you in surprise at the formality, having been reading the newest volleyball magazine.

“What brought this on all of a sudden babe? I thought you loved it when I teased you about your height!”

His words were sincere and sweet and instantly made you go bright red at said true statement and caused your pout to deepen as you fidgeted, looking at your hands.

“It’s just…I overheard some girls today talking about us. They…they said I look like a kid. That I may as well be your sister or something and that you’ll get bored of cute and want someone sexy or beautiful once you know what a real woman is.”

He frowned at that, immediately putting the magazine aside and moving to join you on the floor from his bed.

“I thought we talked about this. Those girls are jealous because I never look at them twice.”

He kept his anger down with difficulty, focusing on comforting you instead. He sat in front of you, mimicking your criss-cross-applesauce way of sitting as he reached out and gently raised your face to his with a palm on your cheek.

“You are plenty sexy, and feminine. Beautiful and adorable all in one. Sure, you’re tiny. But in my opinion that just riles me up more. Trust me babe-”

He snickered, eyes darkening in lust a moment as he scanned you.

“You’re a woman and I sure as Hell ain’t attracted to you in a familial way. I have urges I’d never have with family. I’m just going slow since I know this is your first relationship and I respect your boundaries and want to go at your pace, that’s all.”

He leaned in and you eagerly met his lips before pulling back, crawling into his lap and sighing as you snuggled into him.

“I’m so lucky. Thanks Tooru.”

He hummed into your hair, pecking the top of your head.

“Of course, starlight. It’s just the truth. And…y'know… there is one thing that being short lets me do much easier~”

You heard the teasy tone now in his voice and tensed, already blushing and hiding your face in his neck to whine.

“Tooru c'mon-”

He moved his neck away so you couldn’t hide your blushing face snickering and cooing down at you as one arm kept you against him and the other got ready to attack.

“You’re the perfect size for me to tickle senseless whenever you feel down. Let’s see where to get first~?”

He hummed in feigned thought as the long fingers holding you to his chest already began wiggling against your side and tummy, making you burst into giggles and push on his chest to try and escape as you squirmed.

“Hehehehey!! No fhahahair!!”

“I think it’s plenty fair!! I gotta make my stunning girlfriend feel better or what kind of boyfriend would I be?”

His other hand began squeezing at your other side before fluttering up to scribble at your ribs making you squeal.

“A n-nice one!!”

He smirked mischievously at that, gently guiding you to the floor to pin your wrists above your head and get more access to your other tickle spots.

“Nice? But you love when I’m mean and teasy when I tickle you, don’t you? You’re lucky I didn’t make you beg for it like usual because I’m feeling charitable tonight. But I still have to punish you somehow…hmm… ”

You bucked as he attacked your underarms with both hands, leaving you to try and catch his hands fruitlessly.

“Get on with it!”

You whined as he again pretended to think, tickling you senseless as his hands jumped every which way. He sighed dramatically.

“If you insist then…such an impatient brat I have~”

You squealed at the feeling of him lifting up your shirt already laughing and pushing at his head desperately.

“Tooru nohohoho!!”

He laughed just above your vulnerable tummy, opting to gently pin your hands down on either side of you so he could have his fun.

“Tooru yes! Don’t worry baby, think of this as the grand finale!”

You threw your head back and bucked, laughing as he began kissing, nibbling and raspberrying your stomach. He didn’t let up until you began snorting and had tears in your eyes and a giddy grin on your lips. He pulled back, satisfied with his handy work and dragged you to his bed, letting you cuddle into him and giggling himself as you nuzzled his neck in revenge. He squeezed your side in warning to make you flinch and you both dozed off giggly and content, with smiles on your faces.

[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

want more?

⤷ masterlist.

[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")

[noosayog]

baby fever ft. oikawa toru

wc: 300

iwaizumi | ushijima | atsumu | osamu | sakusa | kageyama

--

When your daughter first started attending kindergarten, after school pick-up was something that worked for your schedule, and never Toru’s. So the agreement ended up being that he would be in charge of mornings and you, afternoons. 

The first couple of months were rough. At drop-off, she’d wail and cling onto Toru’s leg, begging her daddy not to leave her. When you showed up at the end of the day, she’d immediately abandon her teachers and friends, excited to go home and spend time with you and Toru. When realizing that Toru wouldn’t be home to greet her, she would pout for hours, at least until her father came home.

Today, though, would be a bit different. Finally, Toru was in off-season and he decided to use his free time today to join you in fetching her. 

When you arrive at the kindergarten, your daughter sees you first and runs to you as she always does. It’s only when she rounds the corner that she sees her favorite person, crouched down with open arms waiting. 

It’s instant. 

Her eyes light up and she squeals, no hesitation in jumping into Toru’s arms, stubby arms clinging tightly to his neck. 

She refuses to let go and Toru doesn’t complain about carrying her the entire way home. The afternoon is spent playing, giggling, napping, and eating snacks and she finally crashes from all the excitement.

While Toru tucks her in, you perform your nighttime routine. As you rub night cream into your face, you feel Toru wrap his arms around you and bury his face into your neck, sighing. 

“She knocked out?” 

“Mmph…” he grunts. 

You laugh but continue with your routine when you hear him mumble something else against your skin. 

“Toru, it tickles! And I can’t hear what you’re saying.” 

He raises his face and plops his chin on your shoulder, meeting your gaze through the mirror. 

“I said, we should make another one.” 

“Toru… I thought we agreed that-”

“I know, I know. Wait until I retire so I have more time to help.” 

You nod in response because you two have talked about this already. Multiple times.  

“Ok, hear me out, though” 

“... Okay…” you say warily. 

He takes a deep breath. 

“Please please please please please-” 

You smack his face away, but laugh all the same when he picks you up to retire for the night together. 

[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

[niceutossu]

Serious | Oikawa x Reader

Oikawa doesn’t want to get married until you get hurt and he can’t see you. “Family only,” the nurse tells him coldly. And he tries his best to charm his way through, joking about how you two were even closer than family but the worker doesn’t budge.

“Only blood relatives?” He asks, despite knowing the answer himself.

“Or spouse.” The woman replied, avoiding eye contact as she scribbled down important information and continued ignoring his existence.

“I’m practically-“ Before he could finish, he stopped at the sight of her hand raising.

“Are you legally married?” She interjected, clearly having gone through this conversation dozens of times before. Oikawa couldn’t even blame her for the annoyance, as much as he couldn’t blame himself for trying.

“No.” He says dejectedly, shoulders falling with a deep sigh.

“Then please just wait until actual family gets here.” She states, motioning towards the waiting room as he did his best not to scowl.

Instead, he offered her a forced but friendly smile, retreating towards the uncomfortable hospital chairs. As he sat down the plastic squeaked: loud and jarring, and he grimaced. There was no point in arguing but it didn’t ease the nervousness crawling under his skin. How long had you been here? How long before he could see you? He began tapping his foot restlessly, only serving to amplify the ache in his chest.

You two were family, practically at least. You both lived together. You shared meals, inside jokes, and the kind of silence that only happens between people who really get each other. He knew how you liked your tea, the temperature you liked to have bath drawn to. Was that not family-like?

He clenched his hands, feeling his fingernails dig into his palms as memories started to surface, further sharpening the ache. He’d never bothered to bring up marriage, and you never asked. You both knew—knew what being a pro-athlete entailed. Time off spent planning was time he lost playing. He thought he had made it clear he was still yours and you were his. But now, as he sits helplessly outside your hospital room, he regrets never saying anything.

If you were really his he’d be able to see you, and if he was really yours then he’d be willing to settle down and take things seriously. He feels himself cringe as he remembers similar words Iwaizumi had spoken to him the night you two had first met.

After introductions and hours of chatting, the three of you finally settled into a comfortable rhythm. You and Iwaizumi were a surprise match—though Oikawa teased that it shouldn’t be that surprising given that he had good taste, earning him a synchronized glare from the two of you.

He felt his heart flip in his chest—he really did have good taste (and maybe a type). Later, during a moment of quiet, Oikawa excused himself to the bathroom. When he returned, he found the two of you sitting in a mutual silence.

“Hey I was gone for just a second now, what happened to all the good times?” He joked, his signature smirk only lasting a moment before being startled by the sound of the restaurant staff singing happy birthday behind him.

Turning around, he watched as they brought out a small cake with candles. His name written out in chocolate syrup and topped off with powdered sugar in the shape of his jersey number.

“I told her you weren’t worth it but she insisted.” Iwaizumi deadpanned, but the softness in his eyes betrayed him. Oikawa felt a lump form in his throat at the sight of your warm smile. The glow from the candles were nothing compared to the light in your eyes when you looked at him.

“Happy birthday Tooru.” You spoke gently, contrasting the loud cheers behind him. He felt a weird weakness wash over him, one that scared him more than the surprise singing.

You’d already celebrated with him that morning—and afternoon. He’d never thought you’d extend it to dinner. He was known to be a dramatic guy, extravagant even, but being celebrated for those things felt foreign.

Later, as you took a call nearby and he and Iwaizumi argued over the bill, his friend placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey,” Iwaizumi asked, his voice softer than usual, “you’re serious about this, right?” He didn’t need to specify; his question hung in the air, pressing gently but firmly on Oikawa’s usual bravado.

Caught off guard, Oikawa searched for a lighthearted response, but Iwaizumi’s hand didn’t move. He hesitated, then admitted quietly, “I’ve never been celebrated like this before.” He felt small under the weight of his best friend’s discerning gaze.

In all his previous relationships, he had failed to feel true intimacy, always keeping partners at an arms-length. He thought your relationship would be no different, that it’d still be on his terms albeit a bit toxic.

Except it was not like that at all.

You were like a whirlwind in his life, at first catching him off guard but now helping him build solid foundations. Between the two of you, he was definitely more needy. In the past, he would’ve said it was the other way around but you had your own undeniable magnetism. Anyone with eyes would be sure to see it too, and see right through him at the same time.

The feminine niceties he thought he had grown accustomed to had him giddy and unable to keep his hands off you. Everything you did had his heart racing and for the first time in his life, he was nervous to lose someone.

His suave streak had been brutally ended by your presence alone, having made him feel like he was worth loving again and again without even knowing. His own sweet and cheeky angel.

“If it feels good, then take it seriously.” Iwaizumi replied, his words simple but earnest. Before Oikawa could respond, you returned, bringing back your carefree nature he always craved, the same one he was starting to feel like he didn’t deserve.

Despite it being his birthday, despite feeling a certain question rise behind the heaviness in his throat after his exchange with Iwaizumi, he stayed quiet. He could’ve at least made a joke about it then, but he didn’t.

He’d told himself he was taking it, you, seriously—that you would understand without him saying it out loud. You knew him and he knew you, was that not enough? Maybe not to Iwaizumi, who also knew him maybe a bit better than he knew himself sometimes. The thought of losing you the same way he’d lost others left a knot in his stomach.

He had tried to ignore this truth: that you meant something more—not just to him, but to the people he loved. Yet every now and then, there would be reminders of just how deeply you’d embedded yourself into his life.

He started to reminisce on how he’d found out how you kept visiting his nephew after he’d left for Argentina. He’d received a photo out of the blue: you and Takeru, cheek-to-cheek, grinning at the zoo. His younger self would’ve called it impossible—Takeru, in a picture? Smiling? But there it was.

He quickly replied back with a like to the photo and a teasing message along the lines of ‘huh why what’. He’d barely hit send before you replied with another picture. This time it was of you and his older sister pressed cheek to cheek, her eyes shining with the same warmth he felt every time he looked at you.

“Sponsored trip by my favorite Oikawa <3,” you’d written.

As much as he wanted to text back a cheeky remark he felt himself falter, too focused on the way his sisters eyes shined with the same affection he felt for you. It made him feel a little funny, a little weak. The same way he felt when Iwaizumi prodded him. This was family and something else he couldn’t name quite yet.

Without even thinking he called you, needing to hear your voice and feel like he was there with you (and, of course, remind you that he’s your favorite). He’d kept his tone light, playful. But there’d been a weight in his chest, the same question hovering unasked. He knew you could tell in the way you asked him things, lingered onto his replies as if to find some deeper meaning.

Again, he could have asked. He could have made you family in name as well as in his heart, so many times. Except now, that same question haunted him, and he wasn’t sure he even deserved to ask anymore.

He shook his head as if to rid himself of any more good memories, not allowing himself to relish in you with all the regret that gnawed at him. He was so good at not biting his tongue except when it came to things that mattered. Because nothing was serious to Oikawa until it was, for better or for worse.

And he didn’t know exactly when you had become serious to him, but you had. He felt a tremor pass through him at the thought of seeing you look anything less than alive. Or not being able to make you laugh when you come home sullen anymore.

He moved around restlessly at that thought of not seeing you again. It felt wrong—horribly wrong. He took in a deep breath to calm his ragged nerves. He would see you again, even if it meant seeing you at your worst.

You had seen him at his most selfish and prideful and yet, you still reached out to him, unafraid. He wanted, no, needed to show you that he loved every single part of you the same, no matter how overwhelming because no one could be as much as he is sometimes.

All the relationships he had in high school, college, and the flings in-between had felt so stifling. The thought of making a legal commitment had always made Oikawa’s skin crawl. Except now, sitting under the sterile white lights and thinking of just how much you meant to him feels even more suffocating. You weren’t a high school girl or a fling, you were you.

And then the realization hits him hard: maybe he does wants all of it, as long as it’s with you—the highs, the lows, the commitment he once ran from. For there to never be any more regrets, to love and to cherish, all of it as long as it was with you.

But what if he was too late again?

“Tooru?” The soft sound of your voice pulls him from his spiraling thoughts. His head snaps up, eyes wide as he sees you standing there, in a hospital gown, looking a bit pale but alive. Your face is a little worn, eyes sunken in but you’re still here. You’re still you. Relief floods him, so overwhelming he barely notices the creak of the plastic chair as he rises, taking long and purposeful strides towards you.

If it feels good then take it seriously.

He stands in front of you for a moment, not knowing where to place his hands as familiar words gather in his throat the way they had so many times before. Except he doesn’t let himself hold back—not this time. He’d held onto these words for too long, out of fear or pride, whatever it was, it didn’t matter now.

Everything is clear as he sinks down on one knee, eyes locked on yours as he finally gives in to what he’s always wanted: you.

[hayakawalove]

Innocence Lost (Chapter One)

All Chapters

Summary: After a messy situationship, you and a friend decide to start fresh with a girls night. You meet a mysterious man at the bar who instantly charms you. Toru Oikawa. After an unforgettable night, you find yourself falling for him, without knowing who he really is.

A/N: I'm so excited for this fic! I wanted to try a new way of writing, and it turned out way better than I was expecting. I've never written anything like this, so please be patient with me. I really hope you enjoy! I would love to know how you're feeling after you read it!

CW: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Humiliation, Brief Mention of Cheating (not between Oikawa and Reader), Assassin AU, Post Time Skip, Female Reader, AFAB Reader W/C: 12,408

Credit to cafekitsune for the banner

The smell from the dinner you made is permeating in the house, while your nails tap the glossy wood on your kitchen table. You were getting impatient. Of course he was late again. It shouldn’t shock you, and it didn’t, not really anyway. This was the third time this week that he came home later than expected. He promised you he would be home two hours ago. You try to tell yourself that it isn’t a big deal, but that makes it hurt even more somehow. 

Why does it even hurt? It’s not like he belongs to you in the first place. 

All he is is your best friend and roommate, nothing more. Even if the two of you have crossed the line together multiple times. 

The lock from the front door clicks, and you suppress a shudder. You can hear his fingers grab the door handle before easing it open, as if he could maybe sneak by you if he tried hard enough. It was a little bit insulting, if you were being honest with yourself. You were tired of a lot of things, you were tired of waiting up for him even though part of you knew he wouldn’t show, you were tired of acting like everything was fine, but above all else you were tired of being made out to be stupid. 

Your best friend carefully tiptoes through the threshold of your front door, his teeth tightly clenched as he attempts to be as quiet as a mouse. He slips his shoes off one at a time, nudging the priceless black John Knobbs to the side, next to your much less expensive naturalizer flats. His keys are clenched tightly in his fist, preventing the metal from clanging against each other. You can hear the sound of fabric rustling as he shrugs off his black jacket, placing it on the corner of the couch before he makes his way further inside. 

You, the ever observant tabby, lift your chin up as you prepare for an argument. 

“Welcome home, I’m glad you could finally join me.” You say, venom laced in your words hinting at the fact you weren’t really glad. 

You play the part of a spiteful girlfriend, even though you aren’t even at that status yet. 

“Oh- uh, hey.” He looks startled as he glances around, gaze flicking back and forth between you and the dinner that was much too cold now. 

It’s awkward. An uncomfortable silence settles over the two of you. Who would break it first? The expression on his face shows that he knows he’s been caught, he knows he’s in trouble. Disappointment laces your features as you keep your eyes trained on him. 

“It’s late, Atsumu.” 

“Uh- yeah, sorry I got caught up at the office again.”

You look down and notice the first button on his shirt is undone, and there’s a smear of what looks like red lipstick stained on his collar. You don’t wear red lipstick. 

“You smell like alcohol.” 

And he did. There was a distinct smell floating over to you now that he was only a couple of feet away. Your eyes were beginning to water, and you were unsure if it was due to the pungent scent or for some other reason. 

“Some of the guys brought some drinks while we finished up.” 

You almost appreciate the persistence of his lies, if it didn’t make you so furious. You hum and turn your head back towards the spread of food in front of you. Steak, green beans, and noodles that were once appetizing were now cold to the touch. It was making your stomach sour. The meal had taken you hours to make, you were excited to share it with him. Maybe you were a fool. 

Atsumu shuffles in his spot, you can tell he wants a way out of the situation. It wasn’t always like this. This is a new development. The two of you had been best friends since childhood. You were such good friends that you decided to move in together during adulthood. You knew each other more than the back of your hands. Over the past year, the lines blurred. It’s hard to remember who even made the first move. It was probably him, but it could have just as easily been you. Once it started, it was impossible to stop. The two of you were so intertwined that it was almost inevitable. The only issue is that you weren’t ‘official’. No matter how much it felt like you were. You aren’t even sure why you weren’t. Maybe it was a carefully concocted plan on his side. If he wasn’t official with you, he could still see other girls. Even if it felt like you were special. 

And what’s worse, he treated you like a girlfriend. He was kind, bought you gifts, made you laugh. You couldn’t pinpoint when things became ugly. When he became unhappy with your arrangement. Somewhere along the way he stopped calling you beautiful, stopped holding you at night, stopped caring. 

You dig your teeth in your lip as you stare at the plate. Your eyes are watering even more now, your sight nearly blind due to the salt water that dripped from your lids. Atsumu slides closer until he sits across from you, his hands clasped on the table in front of him. All he does is watch, watch as you fall apart in front of him. 

It doesn’t make sense. He wasn’t betraying you. There was never a promise to break in the first place. Yet still, you feel the sharp tip of a blade stab your heart. 

The old Atsumu could’ve never done this. He would’ve never hurt you in this way, you’re positive. The old Atsumu hated to see you cry. It broke his heart. His warm arms would envelop your body and he’d apologize, apologize until his throat was sore, not that it was ever his fault in the first place. The new Atsumu just sat across from you, watching as tears poured down your face. You wonder if he feels bad. Part of you hoped he would. 

Why did he string you along, make you feel as though you belonged to him? Like he belonged to you? Was it for the sex? You would have liked to believe he wasn’t so shallow, but you aren’t so sure anymore. 

You remain quiet, refusing to make any noise in case it might show how actually hurt you are. Salt water slides down your cheeks, and you can taste the remnants of it on your lips. It tastes like betrayal. 

How could he do this to you? 

Did you cause it?

He was supposed to be your best friend. How could he hurt you like this? 

Should your little arrangement never have started in the first place? Maybe your other friends were right when they told you not to stir the pot of your relationship. 

All at once insecurity grabs ahold of you, its deep claws sinking into your tender flesh. It reminds you of all the times you could’ve been better, of all the times you might have done something wrong. You peer up at him with wide eyes, hoping for some comfort, because even now you still look towards him for love. 

Atsumu has a blank stare on his face. No longer awkward, as if he’s accepted his fate. Maybe he’s relieved that he won’t have to keep lying. He looks into your eyes, and you almost wish he would have looked away in shame. His eyes are hollow. How could a gaze that used to be filled with so much love turn into something so heartless? 

“What even are we?” Your voice is shaky as it comes out. 

You don't know the answer to that. Best friends, sure, but you’re more than that. Best friends don’t know how each other's skin feels at night. 

“Friends.” 

How could such a beautiful word cause so much pain? 

“Atsumu.” You begin. 

He licks his lips and looks away. 

“You know that’s not true.” You murmur. 

“We aren’t dating.” 

“We may as well be!” You argue. “What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to feel?” 

What an ugly mess. 

“I don’t belong to you.” 

His answer is resolute, as if he’s been thinking it this entire time. It hurts because it’s true. A strangled sob racks your body and you shift your hands beneath the table to claw at your legs. Your nails dig into the fabric of your pants, desperate for something to ground you. Was he really doing this to you? 

If you knew this is how it would end, you wouldn’t have gotten tangled up with him in the first place. Maybe it really was your fault. 

“Atsumu,” you begin, unsure what you were even going to say next. 

He finally looks away from you before standing up, shoving the chair back. He had the audacity to look slightly angry. Why? Why was he angry? What did you do to him? Atsumu steps away from the table to unbutton his shirt while walking towards his bedroom. The same one you’ve shared countless nights together in. 

That’s it then. The conversation was over. 

You feel safe enough now in his absence to finally start crying, echoes of your despair rattling throughout the apartment. You feel awful, and you feel awful for even feeling awful. He’s been treating you like shit for a long time now, you know that, but you can’t help but to cling to the past; memories of your old love plaguing your mind. 

You sob until your body becomes sore. Your throat is hoarse and your eyes burn. There’s no energy in your body to do anything else. You pull yourself up to your feet, and will yourself to walk to your bedroom. You hadn’t slept in there in ages. The food would just have to wait until tomorrow. You can’t fathom the idea of trying to put it away now. 

The bed is cold and empty when you flop onto it. Atsumu isn’t laying beside you, the bed feeling larger than it ever had before. Your bedroom door is open and you can see light leaking through the hallway from his room, you think Atsumu must be in there doing something. You don’t know what. 

Even now, under the safety of your covers you’re reminded of him. The sweater you wore was his. His cologne clings to the clothing like a sick reminder. You wonder how long it will stick. 

When you wake up in the morning Atsumu isn’t beside you. Why would he be? Last night felt like a dream, some kind of nightmare. You know it wasn’t though, because the two of you didn’t sleep next to each other. He slept in his bed (if he stayed here at all), and you slept in yours, just like how you did before this whole thing started. You feel like your body is full of lead as you sit up, your cheeks sticky from all the crying you did. Your eyes are puffy, you don’t even have to look in a mirror to know that. All you want to do is rot away in bed. But you can’t. Not when there’s a table full of spoiled food waiting for you. 

The process of cleaning the kitchen up takes longer than it normally would have, if not for your mental state. It’s sad how you have to force yourself to move, force yourself to be productive. As soon as you finish, you notice a notification on your phone. Not from Atsumu. 

Ikumi: Hey, free tonight? Wanna party?

You bite your cheek and slowly type out a quick response. 

You: you were right about Atsumu 

Ikumi has been your friend for almost two decades. Even longer than you and Atsumu had been friends. She’s been with you through thick and thin. You tended to be a bit more reserved, but she was the opposite. Carefree and happy. You wish you were more like her, maybe then Atsumu wouldn’t have strung you along. 

Ikumi: what?! I’m coming over

You: please don’t 

The mere thought of seeing another person made your head hurt. All you wanted to do was curl up in a ball. Ikumi never liked Atsumu, so you were unsure how effective her comforting words would be. 

Your screen lights up with an incoming call and you can’t even pretend to act surprised. Of course she was going to call. You take a long deep breath and click the green answer button before turning her on speaker. 

To her credit, she listens patiently the entire time. There are no ‘I knew it’s, or ‘I told you he was bad for you’s. Just quiet humming as she lets you get it all out. After you’re done telling her everything, all the way from the dinner to the lipstick, you feel a tiny bit better. It felt nice to get it all out, but there still was a pain deep inside your heart. 

She offers to come over but you decline it once more, telling her that you really just want to be left alone. Ikumi doesn’t push the subject and instead tells you to call her if you ever need anything. It feels nice to be loved. 

You don’t know how long you spend alone. Every day has been much of the same, staying in bed as memories flick through your head. Atsumu had left the day after your fight, most likely going to stay with family. You haven’t showered in a week and all you’ve had to eat were frozen things. You were running low on supplies, but you dreaded the idea of having to go in public. 

Ikumi has given you space, which you were grateful for. Although now you’re starting to desire human connection, but you aren’t even sure what you want. Maybe she could come over and the two of you could just watch something? 

Just as you begin to ponder, you get an incoming call from the woman herself. 

“How are you feeling?” She asks, concern in her voice. 

“Still like shit.” You respond, because it's the truth. 

“I know what you need. We need to go out for the night, what do you think?” 

You internally groan and cover your eyes with your arm. Being in public sounded awful right now. You couldn’t stand to be around judgy eyes and strangers. 

“I don’t know Ikumi-“ 

“No, no! Come on, it’ll be fun. We haven’t been out in such a long time, it’ll just be you and me.” 

Well, she wasn’t taking no for an answer. 

You wander to your closet with her still on speaker in your right hand. As you look between your clothes, you feel your stomach tug. The last time you changed was right after the fight with Atsumu. God, you were a mess. 

“Just wear something sexy, I’ll come pick you up in two hours, okay?” 

Would that even be enough time to clean yourself up? It would have to be. Ikumi would drag your ass out even if you weren’t ready. You mutter a ‘goodbye’ before hanging up, tossing your phone on your bed to begin flipping through your clothes. You hadn’t dressed up in a long time. There were several dresses in the back of your closet, you were unsure if they would even fit. You let each individual clothing piece slip through your hands as you push each item to the side. You land on your favorite black dress from years back when. The fabric feels foreign beneath your fingertips. You tug it out and hold it in front of you, your eyes trailing down the outfit. It was sexy. 

One long shower later and you almost feel refreshed. The scalding water washed away some of your pain. You look like a completely different person when you step out. Your makeup and hair take just as long as your shower did (45 minutes). It’s hard to figure out what to settle for, so you just pick something simple. You leave your hair down and decide on a natural look for makeup. To your surprise, your dress still fits. It’s a bit tighter than you remember it being, but then again maybe it was supposed to be like that. It did make your boobs and ass look great. 

It’s a simple black dress, stopping mid thigh to show off your legs. You feel a bit exposed in the outfit, but the longer you look the more it builds your confidence. You had felt self conscious this past week for obvious reasons, but your shoulders were starting to feel lighter now that you were taking another look at yourself. 

Ikumi calls when she pulls up to your apartment. There’s a mixture of fear and anticipation crawling inside your stomach, fighting over each other. You were going to have a good night, you tell yourself. You don’t know if you believe it or not. 

Ikumi’s car is nice. There are expensive leather seats and an air freshener between her vents making the car smell like lilacs. It fits her. The outside was jet black, but the second you stepped into the car you were greeted with heaps of pink. The splash of color makes you feel just a tiny bit better. Ikumi sends a quick glance your way to acknowledge your presence, with a soft smile on her lips. She’s treading lightly, you can tell. She knows things aren’t completely back to normal yet, so she doesn’t want to push too much. 

“You look wonderful.” She says. 

“So do you.”

Ikumi is wearing a skin tight dress, purple fabric covering her figure. Her cleavage was out, so much so you feel a bit bad for staring. Her long brown hair is curled, hugging her shoulders as she waits for you to buckle up. 

The ride to the bar was nice. Ikumi rolled down her windows to let in the fresh air, and the feeling of it whipping your face left you feeling renewed. Lights from the city flash by, brightening up the entire car. There’s pop music playing on her radio, the vocals relaxing you.

The second she slows the car down, you know you’ve arrived. It’s a bar you’ve frequented more than several times before, often enough that you know the bartender by name. Saeko. A brazen woman with a boisterous laugh. Ikumi parks the car and you’re left to prepare yourself before entering the building. She looks towards you and asks if you’re ready, which you aren’t entirely sure you are. But there’s no time like the present. You reach for the door handle and force yourself up, standing to your feet as you shut the door behind you. It looks busy inside and you’re happy about that. 

The interior of the bar is dark, as expected for similar establishments. The floor is black granite, along with each table top. The sparkles from the floor reflect from the dim lights above, making it look like you’re walking on diamonds. Saeko’s working tonight, and she can be seen behind the bar chatting with a customer. When she catches sight of the two of you out of the corner of her eye, her face animates.

You can tell that she’s shooing the other customer away in order to make room for you. Ikumi walks ahead of you, sliding onto one of the bar stools. You glide into the seat beside her, and let her do the talking. 

“Hey Saeko, how are things tonight?” Ikumi starts the conversation off while Saeko begins to make your usuals. 

You let their conversation fall to the background. It’s easy to zone out here, the lull of the music putting you in a trance as you look around. You see new faces and faces you’ve seen countless times before. Most of the patrons were regulars, including you. You weren’t even sure how that came to be. It didn’t feel like you fit in at this high end bar. The two of you just happened upon it years ago, and it quickly became your favorite. 

Saeko slides over your glass with a meager grin. Ikumi must have told her what was going on. You take a sip, noting that Saeko poured with a heavy hand tonight, before facing the two women. 

“So… did you want to talk about it?” Ikumi pries, her chestnut eyes flicking over to you as she drags a manicured nail around the rim of her glass. 

You really didn’t want to, but you know you should. 

“There’s nothing to talk about. We slept together a couple times. We weren’t ever official,” you feel your voice get smaller as you stare at the counter. Your eyes water with the memory. You remember the sleepless nights the two of you would share together where he would hold you tight, acting like he would never let you go. Promises floating from his lips that you were special to him. 

It all only started a year ago, but you’ve felt this way much longer than that. You may have even loved him. You thought he felt the same. 

The two women are listening intently, eyes never leaving your face. “I just thought I meant more to him. I guess I didn’t though, he was still hooking up with other girls at the same time. I just don’t know why he would’ve treated me like that. Like I mattered, if it was only for sex. He didn’t cheat, but it felt like it.” You force the words out, each syllable tasting like acid on your tongue. 

Situationship from hell.

Ikumi looks downright furious when you look up. Saeko’s face is scrunched up as she hears you recount the details. 

“Men are fucking pigs.” Saeko murmurs. 

You agree there. 

“And like, I know it’s my fault. He was free to do what he wanted. I just wish he was upfront about it.” Your tone is pathetic and you can tell. You throw back the rest of your drink and feel your mind get slightly lighter. 

“No! It’s not your fault at all. It’s his for being a dickwad.” Ikumi downs the rest of her drink, intent on staying at the same pace as you. 

And that’s how the night progresses. You recount each awful thing he’s done over the years, feeling your anger fuel. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, but it was starting to feel like it was the right choice to end things. 

“And he, he lives with me. I see his shit all over the place. I can’t escape.” You whine, unsure what number you were even on now. 

Ikumi is just as gone as you. Her face is shiny and she leans against her elbow looking at you. You aren’t even sure if she’s still listening, but that doesn’t really matter. 

“You know what you need? You need to dance it off.” Ikumi says, getting off her chair. She’s unsteady on her feet at first, her fingers gripping onto the counter top. 

“What do you mean ‘dance it off’? I don’t feel like going to a c-“ 

“Saeko, turn the music up.” Ikumi grabs hold of your hands and pulls you from your chair. The world spins on its axis as your feet touch the ground. 

Crowds have begun to fill the space. Heat is bouncing off all the bodies next to you. Saeko leans over and turns the speakers up, letting the melody fill the bar. Tove Lo is on, her song “Glad That He’s Gone” filling up the bar. A bit on the nose, but you don’t mind. 

Ikumi turns forward, slapping her hands on the granite. It’s impossible to tell what she’s going to do until you see her jumping up. 

“Are you-“ you begin. 

She manages to sit on top of the counter, swinging her legs over. Ikumi reaches a hand out, and you feel the last remaining bits of apprehension in your system. 

“Come on.” She encourages. 

And that’s all it takes to convince you. 

You grab her hand and jump up on the counter. Saeko is unfazed as she watches you stand up, a tiny smile on her face. The two of you have caught the attention of several onlookers, but instead of feeling embarrassed you just feel empowered. Ikumi begins to dance and your body does too, letting the tune flow through your veins. You felt carefree. And so, so good. Fuck Atsumu. You could have fun without him. 

Your body sways back and forth, your hands dragging up your frame as you dance. You don’t feel fear about falling off the counter, there’s only music. The crowd below you has begun to dance as well, and you let your eyes trail around the room. You see girls dancing, their laughter filling the room. In your periphery you see men sit at tables, their eyes wandering around. 

Your heart is pounding, head swimming. You dance song after song, happiness spreading throughout your system. You were so glad Ikumi convinced you to come out tonight. 

Eventually she had to jump down in order to pee, so you reluctantly hopped down as well. Saeko reaches a hand out in order to help you step down, which you gratefully take. You don’t even notice the heat of a new presence beside you.  

“You’re new here.” A man states. 

You whip your head around to face the voice. A tall man with brown hair is looking down at you, his eyes flicking over your face. 

“I’m not,” you reply, your gaze sliding down his figure. 

He's dressed pretty nicely. A gray button up with black pants. It makes you wonder what he does for a living. There's a multitude of jewelry dotting his outfit from rings to a necklace. 

“I guess I just haven’t seen you before. What brings you out tonight?” He steps a bit closer to you, his cologne instantly filling your nostrils. His demeanor is calm as he waits for a response. 

“Girls night.” It’s a bit hard to know how to talk to a man. You haven’t had to do it in a long time. Not when your eyes have only ever been focused on Atsumu. 

You fall into the stool next to you, your feet pleading for a break. 

“Yeah? I didn’t know dancing on counter tops was a common thing for that.” He must be teasing you, there’s a tiny smile on his face. It fills you with warmth. 

“Yeah, it’s not. I just got my heart broken, so…” Your mouth moves before you can think. It seems like honesty is on the menu for tonight. 

“His loss.” 

You feel your heart stutter at his words. For a moment, it feels like you must’ve misheard him. You peer up at him to look for a sign showing you that he’s joking, but you find yourself empty handed. Instead, he glances down at you with a cocky grin. A shiver runs up your spine and you force yourself to look away again. 

“Can I buy you something to drink?” He asks, sitting next to you. His presence isn’t unwelcome per se, but it does strike you as a bit odd. This man could have anyone tonight, yet he chose you. 

“I've had enough for the night,” you reply, your brain begging for you to slow down.

“Water it is, then.” 

He flags Saeko down before placing an order for a water as well as a whiskey. Saeko's eyes flick over to you before she turns around once more to retrieve the drinks. It’s hard to decipher the look she gave you, but if you had to guess it would be something along the lines of “jump his bones”. 

“My name is Toru, what’s yours?” 

You say your name, missing the smile that spreads on his lips. The water bottle gets passed to you and you gratefully accept it, tossing back a gulp of the liquid. Toru holds the glass of whiskey carefully in his hands, taking measured sips. 

“I know, heard your friend say it.” 

“Why’d you ask then?” 

“Wanted to see if you would tell me,” he jokes. “Wanted to see if you’d be interested in me enough to tell me.” 

When you glance back at him, he’s already looking at you. He wets his bottom lip with his tongue before setting the alcohol down. Heat spreads across your stomach and your heart begins to speed up. You were interested in him. 

“You have your answer then,” you act confident even though that’s the last thing you’re feeling. 

“Where’d your friend run off to, anyway?” 

Good question. Unless she fell into the toilet it shouldn’t be taking her this long. You turn in your seat and look around the building, faces that don’t match Ikumi’s clouding your vision. Desperation crawls up your skin, and you begin to fear that she may have left you here all by yourself. Suddenly, you hear her loud laugh from across the room. You flick your eyes over to her and find her sitting at a table with a man, the two of them looking mighty cozy. As you watch, she places a hand on his chest and leans in to kiss him. Your brows raise as you watch the salacious scene unfold. 

“Oh, guess she found Iwa.” Toru says, following your gaze. 

You look towards Toru, staring at his side profile as he continues to watch them kiss before turning back towards you. 

“You know him?” 

“Yeah, he’s my best friend. Guess they both bailed on us, huh?” 

You let out a chuckle, and his features light up immediately. It’s as if he was waiting for a reaction from you. 

“I think you bailed on him first to come talk to me.” 

“And it was worth it,” he quips, nudging his foot against yours. 

You chuckle softly, nudging your foot back against him. He smiles at that and allows himself to fully relax, letting his shoulders hang as he looks back at you. 

“So how do you know Saeko? I saw you guys talking earlier.” He asks, a hint of curiosity in his tone. 

So he was watching you. The idea that he’s had his eyes on you all night was unbelievable. How did you miss him the entire time? You bite your lip as you feel his gaze burn holes into you. 

“We met here. We always talk whenever Ikumi and I come out. We used to come a lot more but you know…” you let your eyes carefully pick out the details of his face. “Life gets busy.” 

Toru hums at that, leaning against his hand on the counter. There’s a glint in his eyes, shining under the dim light of the bar. He looks like he knows something you aren’t privy to. There’s an air of confidence that seeps from his bones, and you can’t help but find yourself desperate for more. 

“That it does.” He murmurs, glancing down towards your lips before looking away. He tosses a look towards Saeko, who rolls her eyes and smiles. “I’ve known Sae a long time, I was friends with her brother back in the day.” 

“Friends? Yeah, that’s funny. I’ll make sure to tell Ryu you said that.” Saeko laughs, the tone of her voice rich like silk. 

Toru pouts and lifts his drink up, the rim pressed against his mouth. He takes a small sip before setting the glass back down. There’s liquor on his bottom lip, which he slowly licks up with the slide of his tongue. The action draws your attention far too much, and you think he noticed. 

“Fine, we were friendly competitors.” 

Saeko huffs a laugh before grabbing a bottle of wine to fill up a stranger's glass. Competitors? You wonder what he means. You didn’t know much about Saeko’s brother. You knew she had one and that they were similar, but that was about it. She was proud of him and would talk about him sometimes, but it was only surface level stuff. 

“Competitors? In what?” You ask. 

Toru sneaks a look towards Saeko underneath his lashes before darting his eyes away. Her nose twitches and she shrugs, looking unbothered. 

“Oh you know how boys are. Their friend groups would just try to beat each other in everything.” 

“Competition is what makes life fun.” Toru tags in, lifting his glass once more, his pointer finger lifted from the cup and sticking out towards Saeko. 

Your mind drifts back to Atsumu, unfortunately. He was competitive too. Almost too much. You would always try to calm him down when he got too heated. You’d like to think you toned him down over the years, but you’re unsure. 

You wonder what he’s up to right now. You plaster on a grin and softly chuckle, agreeing with the two before looking down at the counter top. Maybe he was having dinner right now. You were always the cook out of you two. Maybe he was ordering in? 

As your thoughts run away from you, you feel the soft graze of finger tips against your shoulder. When you peer up, you see Toru’s worried expression. 

“Hey, is everything okay?” 

Your mind immediately becomes a blank slate, all thoughts of Atsumu vanishing without a trace. Toru’s brown eyes are wide with worry, his lips slightly turned into a frown. That’s right, you were here to enjoy yourself. Screw Atsumu. You didn’t want to dedicate any more time to him than you already had. 

“Yeah. So what do you do for work, Toru?” The second you say his name, his mouth morphs into a smile. The calm and cool demeanor is back, and he relaxes into his seat. 

“Well, I’m a freelancer. I do a little bit of this and a little bit of that,” you’re about to ask what he means but he changes the topic. “What do you do for work?” 

“I’m a student actually, but I’m a waitress too.” 

“Beauty and brains? Lucky me.”

Heat rises to your cheeks and you clear your throat and look away, suddenly flustered. Toru chuckles to himself before leaning in closer to you, his arm wrapped around the back of your chair. His cologne fills your nostrils, the heavy musky scent making your breathing stutter. He must know the effect he has on you, as his lids are low and there’s a cocky smile resting on his face. 

“I, uh. Just brains.” 

“I happen to think you’re very beautiful.” Toru twirls a piece of your hair between two of his fingers. 

You suppress a shudder as you watch your locks fall from his fingers, before dragging your eyes back up to him. It’s hard to breathe around him. His presence is all consuming. 

“Come on, take it outside.” Saeko complains from across the counter. 

You’re snapped out of the daze, turning your head to look towards her. There’s a sly smile on her face as she watches the two of you. You know she’s not mad, not really. 

“Oh come on Sae.” Toru whines. 

“No, plus we’re closing up soon anyway.” Saeko responds. “Last call!” She raises her voice, a series of disappointed sounds filling the bar. 

What time was it? 

You check your phone and note that it’s nearly 1 am. How the hell did that happen? Toru exhales and stands up from his seat, holding a hand out to you. His touch is warm as you accept his offer, your legs easing off the chair beneath you. 

“Wanna go for a walk?” He asks. 

“Sure,” you breathe out. 

But first, you needed to do something. 

Looking around the bar you find Ikumi still wrapped around Iwa. The two have wide grins plastered on their faces, their hands wandering across each other's bodies. You wonder if you should go over there and drag her home instead. It would be the right thing to do. It would be the smart thing to do. 

“She’ll be safe with him, he’s a good guy.” Toru picks up on your hesitation. 

Could you trust him? Saeko did apparently, so that was a good sign. You fix your hair and start off towards Ikumi and Iwa. 

“Hey, are you staying here?” You ask. 

“Yeah! I think I want to hang out with him a little longer.” Ikumi giggles, dragging her manicured nails down his cheek.

Iwa looks down at her face, his eyes attached to her lips. Your body feels hot all over from the clear display of attraction. It was a girls night but she was going home with a man. You did spend the last while talking with one too, so maybe you weren’t all that better.

“Call me if you need me.” You murmur to her. 

It’s hard to know if she hears you over her raging hormones. She laughs and places a kiss on Iwa’s neck, running her hands across his stomach. 

“Oh, hey Toru-“ Iwa stutters, looking past you. 

You look over your shoulder and find Toru standing behind you, his posture relaxed as he watches the sight in front of him unfold. 

“Hey, having fun?” Toru teases. 

“F-fuck off.” 

Toru laughs behind you, and steps forward to wrap a hand around your waist. Your breathing gets caught in your throat as his fingers tighten around you. 

“I’ll see you later, Ikumi.” 

She pulls away from Iwa and smiles, waving you goodbye. You and Toru step away, his hand still attached to your waist as you navigate through the bar. It’s still packed, but there’s a steady stream of people leaving as it was closing soon anyway. Toru holds the door open for you, and you step out, the brisk air enveloping you completely. You suppress a shudder as your body acclimates and Toru walks up to your side. 

“Beautiful night, right?” He comments, sliding his hand away from your waist. You find the sudden lack of contact disappointing, your bottom lip slightly jutting out. 

Toru looks down towards you, a gentle smile on his face. You knew he was attractive in the bar, that much was obvious, but it’s like you’re seeing him in a completely different light under the moon. The night sky treats him kindly, letting white rays illuminate the side of his face. His hair is chestnut brown and wispy, a portion of his bangs covering his forehead. His eyes are like chocolate and kind, the sides of them crinkled as he looks down at you. Inside the bar he looked sexy, but out here he looks marvelous. 

“Shall we?” 

The words don’t register to you, not first anyway. You’re too caught up in his beauty, your eyes focused on the small details of his face. He raises his brows as he waits for a response, the action causing you to snap out of it. 

“Oh! Yes.” You tear your gaze away and look down at the ground, heat rising to your cheeks from being caught. 

“I didn’t know you drank that much.” Toru teases, starting off down the sidewalk. 

“I didn’t drink that much.” You ramble, following after him. 

The crowd thins out the further you guys walk down the sidewalk. You aren’t scared to be alone with him, even if you know that maybe you should be. 

“No? You just make a habit out of staring for fun?” He’s joking, and the ease of it all makes your heart lighten up. The conversation is flowing so well, it feels like you’ve known him for weeks. 

“Says the guy who’s been watching me all night. Plus, I only stare when I’m looking at someone who’s-“ Your lips blabber, liquid courage still flowing through your veins. 

Toru stops in his tracks, his eyes watching your movements. “Who’s what?” 

He knows what you were going to say. He just wants to hear it from your lips. 

“Who’s hot.” You put on a brave front, eyes darting to the side. 

Toru coos, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. The action is entirely too delicate, the pads of his fingers brushing against your scorching flesh. It causes your face to tingle, a rush of energy bursting under your skin. 

“Aren’t you precious?” It’s a bit condescending, yet the tone of his voice is sultry. 

Your breathing stutters, your teeth instantly digging into your bottom lip. He must know he did something, because he lets out a chuckle before he resumes walking. He gives you no time to address the situation before he’s moved on, his hands now shoved in his pockets as he leisurely glides across the sidewalk. You catch up to him, letting your eyes wander around the buildings you’re passing. The area is nicer than what you’re used to. You’ve never walked this way. Toru must’ve taken a different route than what you’ve been on before. It isn't rich by any means, but there are a handful of businesses scattered around, the reflection of your bodies shining off their windows. 

You stroll for a while, words bouncing off each other as you make conversation. You talk about your classes, what your job is like, and how his day was. You’ve been walking for an indiscriminate amount of time, and the impromptu ‘date’ feels like it’s nearing its end. 

“Let me walk you home,” Toru offers, his posture relaxed as he looks down at you. 

Honestly, you aren’t even really sure that’s a good idea. It’s a bit dangerous, you think. Not just because he’s a stranger, a man you only met tonight. You think it’s dangerous because you like him. There’s happiness flowing throughout your body for the first time in weeks, and you’re actually having fun. And he was easy on the eyes. 

“Okay,” you agree. 

The two of you backtrack until you’re by the bar once more, where you begin to walk in the direction of your house. There’s a gentle breeze kissing your skin as your heels clack against the sidewalk. 

“So did you have a good girls night?” Toru asks, glancing your way. 

“Yeah, although I didn’t really want to come initially.” You reply, looking at him before darting your eyes away. “I’m glad I did though.” 

Toru smiles and looks up towards the moon. Silence floats over the two of you, but it isn't awkward. 

“I was a bit surprised when you told me about that guy. Did you want to talk about it?” 

You pull your arms close to your chest. Did you want to talk about it? 

“Just sucks, is all. We knew each other for a long time. I really cared about him. And I thought he cared about me too.” Your voice gets softer at the end. “I liked him a lot and we were best friends. Doesn’t help that we’re roommates. I have no idea what’s going to happen with that now…” 

You hate the pang of sadness you feel in your chest at the memory. Toru listens quietly, until you’ve finished speaking.

You realize you may have said too much. Your dilemma feels like a major red flag. Nervously, you look up towards Toru. 

He doesn’t look as bothered as you would have figured. His eyes are slightly widened, but other than that he looks normal. 

“No shit, huh?” He says. 

“Yeah.” 

The two of you walk in silence a bit longer before he asks a question. 

“Did you love him?” 

A couple of months ago you would say ‘yes’ with complete certainty. Now, you aren’t so sure. 

“I thought so, though maybe I just liked the idea of him more.” You dig your nails into your arms. 

“If it helps any, he’s a dumbass. I’m not sure why he’d fuck things up with you.” 

You grin, feeling a sense of happiness spark inside you. Toru was easy to talk to, almost a bit too easy to talk to. You feel a sense of ease each time he speaks, something you hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“Well, I’m flattered.” You respond. You’re glad you didn’t ruin the mood. It may be a long shot, but you decide to ask anyway. “So, is there anyone in your life right now?” 

Toru’s brown eyes flick to you before he looks back up at the night sky. There’s a deep sort of sadness behind his irises, one that’s a bit hard to pick up on. You may have missed it, had you not also been feeling the same way. 

“No,” You almost feel bad for asking, if not for the grin he sends your way. “Why? You interested?” 

You chuckle breathlessly and roll your eyes. He straightens up at your response, as if he was keeping a tally of every time he made you smile. 

“And if I said I was?” 

Toru cocks a brow at that. You think you see a flash of disbelief cross his face, but you aren’t sure if it’s a trick of the light. 

“I’d ask if you were sure.” 

Now what kind of question was that? 

“Of course I’m sure.”

Toru shakes off the seriousness of the situation, the vulnerability, before lifting his chin up. The quick changes of his moods are leaving you reeling, only making you want to know more. 

“How’d you and Iwa meet?”

Toru chuckles, as if he’s reminiscing about some fond memory. 

“We’ve been friends since we were kids. We went to the same school and I never left him alone. He just sort of let me hang around and the rest is history.” 

The idea makes you smile. You could see that. You haven’t known Toru long, but it feels completely in character for him to just force his way into someone’s life. Much like how he did with you. 

The two of you talk as you stroll down the sidewalk. There is no rush. Not only was Toru extremely easy to talk to, but he was fun. You had forgotten what that felt like before tonight. 

The view of your apartment comes sooner than you were hoping for. Instead of the relief you were expecting to feel, you feel disappointed. The night is over, yet you want more. 

“Thank you for walking me home.” You toss over your shoulder. 

“Of course.” His words drip with honesty. 

He follows closely behind you as you make your way to your apartment. The hallway leading up to your front door feels a little less lonely than it did before. 

“This is me.” You turn around after sticking your key in the lock. 

Toru’s looking side to side, as if waiting for someone else to pass by. Once he looks down at you, a grin spreads across his face. It sends warmth throughout your body. 

“Are you gonna be okay?” 

“Aw, you’re worried about me?” You place a hand on his chest, easing it up near his throat where you pull at his collar under the pretense of fixing it. 

“I just know you were pretty upset earlier.” Toru follows the action with his eyes, before looking back down at your face. 

“Yeah. I just need to forget about it all.” You run your tongue along your bottom lip slowly. 

“Did tonight help?” 

“It did.” You try to breathe deeply but it’s as if all the air around you was sucked out. 

There was only you and him. His light brown eyes appreciate your face, and his lips are inches away. 

You know you shouldn’t. You know that. 

You’re heartbroken, and this is a stranger. He won't be able to fill the hole in your heart from Atsumu. 

All the rationalities fly straight over your head. They weren’t important. 

“Do you want to help me forget some more?” You look up from beneath your lashes, your hand trailing down his chest. 

He doesn’t say anything for a couple of moments, instead choosing to look at your face. You’re worried you may have misjudged the situation. Maybe he wasn’t interested in you. 

“I can help you with that.” Toru steps in closer, pushing your back up against your door. 

You aren’t completely sober yet, but you’re sober enough to grasp what you’re doing. Toru leans in, his lips just a breath away. He doesn’t close the gap, instead letting you make the final decision. 

Fuck it, what’s one night with a stranger. 

You press your lips against his, feeling the heat from his mouth transfer over to yours. A moan pushes behind your lips, threatening to escape if he pulls away. There’s a grin on his face, you can feel it against your lips. He tastes like whiskey and split second decisions, and you’ve never tasted anything better. You fumble with the door knob behind you before you’re finally able to turn it open. Your feet stumble beneath you as you walk back, you would have nearly fallen over if not for Toru’s hand on your lower back keeping you steady. He steps in behind you and closes the door after him without even breaking the kiss. You both kick off your shoes as you desperately grasp at each other's bodies. 

You need oxygen before he does, so you pull away to get a gasp of air. The room is spinning as Toru moves his mouth to place kisses down your throat. They’re wet and sloppy, complete messes as he trails down your neck. He runs a hand through your hair, letting your strands wrap around his fingers. You can feel his teeth scraping against your skin, unspoken temptation for him to bite down. 

Your hands slide down his chest where you grab to feel his body underneath. You knew he was in shape just from the sight of him, but you were beginning to think that maybe he was even more athletic than you thought. Your hands grope at the muscles underneath his shirt, and he lets out a chuckle against you. 

“Want me to take it off?” He asks, his teeth finally biting down on your jugular. 

You whine and tilt your head back in the opposite direction, letting him have even more reign than before. His mouth pushes down so he can begin to suck, making a moan float from your lips. 

“P-Please,” You ask, your voice shaky. 

Toru pulls away and looks down at you. You must look like a mess. Your lipstick has to be smudged, and you wouldn’t be surprised if your hair was fucked up from his fingers. He gives no indication that you’re anything less than marvelous. There’s a sparkle in his eyes and a soft smile on his face when he leans down to place another quick kiss on your lips. Then he’s stepping away again, his fingers starting to work on his shirt. Before you know it, all the buttons are undone. He unbuttoned it faster than you would have. His shirt is open now, hanging off his shoulders to give you a glimpse of his abs underneath. Toru yanks the shirt from his body before returning to you, both of his hands reaching up to keep your face in place as he pushes his lips against yours. 

There’s even more urgency now, a desperation flooding the gates as he kisses you. He lets his hands drop down to your thighs where he lifts you up, your legs automatically wrapping themselves around his waist. Toru presses you against the wall by the door, and you feel a mildly sharp pain spread across your shoulders from where your body makes contact. He quickly soothes you by sticking his tongue out, trailing it against your bottom lip. Your mouth opens and he slides in, tangling his tongue with yours. You almost forget you wanted more than a kiss, it was knocking you off your feet. Toru remembers the same time as you, as he steps away and turns to walk more into your house. The ease at which he walks and carries you is astonishing. You ignore the discarded shirt on the floor as he steps around it, walking down your hallway even though he has no idea where he’s going. The lights in the house are completely off, Atsumu still wasn’t back, so you’re forced to trust his blind instincts to not run into something. 

“To- to the right.” You moan against his lips. 

He follows your instructions and pivots, bringing you further into the house. Your hands slide down against his arms where you appreciate the muscles holding you. Toru finds your room and walks inside, the bright moon from your window finally providing some light. 

Toru places you on the bed and then stands up straight. The moon compliments him, the soft white light bathing him. His stomach and chest look mesmerizing. The curves of his muscles reflect the light as he reaches up to run a hand through his hair. 

Your mouth feels dry as you watch him. The moment almost feels unreal. Sort of like a dream. You dig your teeth into your bottom lip and he leans down, crawling on top until his heavy frame is completely over you. He kisses you once more as you inch backward, giving the two of you more space. 

“You’ve got a nice room,” he murmurs, placing a hand on either side of you. 

“You can’t see it.” You respond, meaning for your words to sound like a joke, but instead they’re airy and needy. 

Toru hums and pushes a piece of your hair behind your ear. Your hips arch up while you look at him. 

“I suppose so,” he trails his hands up your sides, his fingers sliding underneath your dress as he pushes it up. 

You reach down to help pull it off your body, throwing it across the room. It hits the floor, the sound of the impact against your hardwood filling the room. Toru chuckles as he grazes a finger over you, and goosebumps quickly follow. 

Your hands run away from you as you grab onto his skin, sliding up and down. He’s smooth. Toru lets you feel him as he slides in between your thighs, opening them wide enough for his hips. His fingers are making quick work of your bra, his warm palms finding their way beneath your body as he unclasps your bra before pulling it off. He throws it to the side, where it lands in the same direction as your dress. You’re getting nervous now. You haven’t had sex with anyone since Atsumu. Will it be good if the love isn’t there? Will you be able to indulge yourself in the pleasure completely?

“Lift your legs, baby.” Toru requests. 

He snaps you out of your thoughts, and you see his fingers laced in your underwear. He wants to pull them down, but he’s waiting for your help in doing so. You nibble on the inside of your cheek, pushing your legs up so he can slide your underwear off your body. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, tilting your chin up with his pointer finger. 

He must have been able to sense your mood. 

“Yeah,” you sound breathless in your response. 

“Do you want to stop?”

“No! No,” you murmur, pulling him back down towards you. He follows your lead, his bare chest pushed against yours. 

The scratch of his nipples against yours sends a rush of adrenaline through you. It sends your mind right back to the place you initially were. Your nipples pebble as he pushes against you, sending a short wave of pleasure through your body. 

Toru presses a kiss to your lips once more. It’s different this time. A bit more tender, a bit more soft. Like he’s bringing you back down to earth. He kisses his way down your body, and you watch with bated breath as he inches closer and closer to your pussy. 

His hands spread your thighs open where he selfishly invites himself in. He’s more broad than you by far, but you force your legs to comply. 

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he murmurs, placing a kiss on your thigh. 

You wet your bottom lip and watch as he purses his lips, letting a large dollop of saliva drop onto your pussy. The sensation causes your legs to twitch, so much so that you almost close them. Toru is one step ahead, as he holds you open while he leans in. His tongue makes contact with your clit, where he licks hungrily. A moan escapes from your lips as he licks you. His tongue is firm and pointed while it circles your clit, drawing out groans from you. 

His fingers are digging into you now, the restraint he’s showing is applaudable. You can feel the trickle of his saliva dripping down your pussy, getting you ready for what was to come. 

“T-Toru!” You moan.

Toru licks your clit, his eyes never leaving your face. He’s unabashed about it. He reaches up to you with his hands and you immediately get the hint, intertwining your fingers with his. Toru lets you squeeze his hands as you hold them, your fingers digging into the back of his hands. He’s groaning as he eats your pussy, and you aren’t sure why. Either he really liked the way you taste, or he likes the pain you’re doling out on his hands. 

He wraps his lips around your swollen nub, sucking softly before increasing the pressure. It felt so fucking good. You were a fool to think it would be anything less than. You’re positive that nothing else has ever felt like this. In that moment, you decide he’s ruined you. You don’t think sex with any other man would ever compare. Your hips jump up as you try to get more from him, even though he’s seemingly already giving his all. 

Your legs lay against his shoulders, while his face is buried in your core. You’re almost worried he doesn’t have enough space to breathe, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Toru’s moaning into your cunt, alternating between sucking your clit and fucking your hole with his tongue.

“You’re gonna make me, you’re gonna make me cum!” You groan, unable to look away from him. 

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my tongue, baby?” His hot breath sears into your pussy as he speaks. 

“Mhm,” 

Toru grins against you before pulling away, placing open mouth kisses around the inside of your thighs. All the momentum that he had built up was slowly draining away, replacing all the heat in your body with something much more lukewarm. Your brain’s malfunctioning as you watch him. 

“What the hell?” You sound a bit dejected. 

“What? You wanted to cum that early? That wouldn’t be any fun.” Toru clicks his tongue, his brown eyes slyly looking at you. 

He must be taunting you. Your bottom lip juts out as you pout, your eyes flicking away. Toru coos at you and nips your leg, making you jolt. 

“I’ll tell you what,” he says, his mouth inches from your pussy once more. “How about you cum on my cock instead, hm?” 

You look back at him, and you almost wish you didn’t. Toru sticks his tongue out, laying it flat as he licks a single strip from your hole all the way to your clit. It’s slow, but it feels so fucking good. 

You whine, clenching your toes as you watch him. 

“How does that sound, pretty girl?” 

You murmur a ‘yes’, too flustered to say anything further. 

“Yeah? You want that?” 

His face is lit up as he keeps egging you on. 

“Toru…” you mumble, nervously glancing between his eyes and your wall. 

“Aw, I’m just teasing you.” Toru lets go of your hands, and you immediately feel a sense of sadness wash over you. 

You wish you could keep holding them. 

He sits on his calves, looking down at your poor pussy while he rubs the insides of your thighs, soothing all his love bites. He looks like he’s contemplating something, before he finally glances your way once more. 

Toru crawls up to you, and you can see the shine of your wetness smothered across his lips and chin. He sticks his tongue out to clean up, but it barely makes a dent in the mess. Once he reaches you, he smooshes his lips against yours. Your nerves are on fire as you kiss him. Everything feels like it’s been amplified, as if all the pleasure in your body was nudged up to 100%. 

He leans back again, sitting on his calves as he digs around in his back pocket. There’s an urgent expression on his face, his eyes full of determination. 

“What’re you looking for?” You ask, your pussy desperately needing to be filled. 

“Condom.” He murmurs under his breath. 

Toru finds his wallet and pulls it out, fingers shuffling between cards as he looks for protection. He retrieves it, fingers making quick work of opening it. 

You shouldn’t. 

You know you shouldn’t. 

“You don’t have to wear it,” you say, knowing damn well you shouldn’t have. 

Toru’s eyes look up to you where he studies you for a second. You reach down to tide yourself over, your fingers dipping to your clit where you circle it. 

“No?” He questions. 

“No, unless you want to.” 

Toru chuckles once before throwing his wallet to the side. He’s easing off his pants, finally fully naked like you. It’s hard to appreciate what his cock looks like in this lighting, so you put faith in the fact that it must be as pretty as him. 

He’s hovering above you, his face inches from yours as he situates his cock closer to you. You share the same breaths, each of your heads spinning from ecstasy. 

“Ready?” He asks, pushing his cock against your pussy. 

“Yeah,” you groan, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

Toru eases his cock in, going slowly at first to acclimate you to his size. You wrap your legs around him, silently urging him for more. Toru pays no heed to your actions, instead sliding in at a slow pace. 

“Toru, please. I need it.” You whine, digging your nails into the skin of his back. 

“Patience, baby.” He kisses your forehead. 

You’re positive you’re full already but he keeps going. You’re starting to wonder how big he is, until he finally stops. It feels like he’s behind your belly button, the depth causing your breath to stutter. You wanted it faster, but now you aren’t so sure that was a good idea. 

Toru places a kiss on the side of your sweaty neck before he pulls away once more. He’s admiring your face, the way your eyes are almost rolling to the back of your head. 

“I'm gonna start now, hold on tight.” 

You could slap him at the teasing tone of his voice, but you refrain. Because he was right. You may need to hold on tight. Toru pulls his hips back, leaving only the tip of his cock in your depths. You dig your nails in harder, anticipating the feeling of him plunging back inside. On the way out, his cock scrapes against your gspot causing a moan to slip from your lips. Toru’s glancing down at you to see your reaction, before he presses himself back inside. You wince as he enters again, the mixture of pleasure and pain holding you hostage. 

“What happened to ‘faster Toru?’” Toru says, pressing his chest against yours once more. 

“Shut up,” You say it with a sharp voice. “You’re so big.”

You know that he knows that. He must have an idea, just from the way he was prepping you beforehand. Toru chuckles and slows his hips down, only pushing into you shallowly. 

Your pussy grips onto his cock as he fucks you, making it nearly impossible for him to pull from you. Slowly, your body gets more warmed up to his size. He pays close attention to your face, pressing himself further in the more you relax. Your eyes are shut as he fucks you so you can focus on loosening yourself up. You expect him to look frustrated when you open your eyes, but he doesn’t. He looks patient, an easy smile on his face as he fucks into you. It causes your breathing to stutter, an odd sensation flowing throughout your body. 

“Ready,” you say softly. 

“Yeah?” Toru arches a brow, looking down at where you’re connecting. 

You almost wish you could see how it looked from his perspective, but you're sure it would push you over the edge. 

Toru speeds his hips up, fucking you at a faster pace. The sensation feels better than anything you’ve felt so far. His cock was reaching places you could only dream of yourself. You’re moaning as his cock drags against your walls, and they tighten around him. He’s also groaning, his face pinched up in concentration as he fucks you. 

He’s still only an inch away, the closeness of his body only heightening your senses. Sweat is beginning to drip from his forehead and you’re sure it’s from restraint. He has an crooked grin on his face as he fucks you. You dig your nails around, trying to release some of the bottled up pleasure. 

Toru reaches down with one of his hands, skillfully locating your clit as he begins to draw circles on it. You moan louder, the feeling of both his cock and his fingers only bouncing off each other. 

He pushes himself to sit up straight to have more power. The new angle leaves you reeling. His finger rubs against your nub faster, as he delights in the sounds you let out. His fingers and cock are bringing you closer than you thought. Toru slams into you, his cock filling you up. The room feels sweltering, there’s sweat lining your body, surely staining your sheets. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been fucked this good.

“Feel so god damn t-tight,” Toru says, his words faltering at the end. 

His torso is shining in the moonlight, and his hand has a hard grip on your knees as he fucks you. His cock presses against your gspot each time, earning a slew of whines from you. Toru’s thumb swirls around your puffy clit, making you clench around him more. 

“So fucking full, holy f-fuck!” You’re close to sobbing now, your head thrown back as he fucks you. 

You wish you could quiet down. Toru’s moaning, and you really want to hear it. But you can’t, not over the sounds you’re making. 

Toru’s speed increases, his hips pistoning in and out of you so fast you can hardly catch a breath. He’s going hard too, the feeling of his cock pounding into you surely leaving bruises. 

You grab at the pillows behind you, digging your fingers into them for some sort of solace. Toru’s murmuring things above you that are hard to discern. His hands have a tight grip on your thighs as he fucks into you, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was leaving marks there too. 

“Taking me so well.” He’s speaking under his breath. “Fuckkk,” He draws the word out. 

“Toru, Toru,” You moan, feeling yourself inch closer. 

His soft brown eyes flick to you instantly. He must be picking up on what you’re trying to say. 

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” His thumb slips around your pussy, the wetness making it hard to stay in one spot. 

You groan, digging your teeth into your bottom lip. It feels like you’re going to burn up any second now. The bed is shaking beneath you, you can hear the rustling of the blankets under you. 

“Yes!” You try to take in a shaky breath. “Yes,” you sob. 

“Yeah?” He’s focused on your face, circling your clit with his thumb as he fucks into you. 

He must feel it before you do. He lets out a drawn out moan once you start to cum, your pussy keeping a tight grip on his cock. White hot pleasure floods through your veins, temporarily blinding you. It feels so fucking good. Toru doesn’t stop rubbing your clit until you start to whine his name. 

Once you do, he takes his thumb away and lifts it up to his mouth, where he pops it between his lips. The sight leaves you dizzy. 

Instead of fucking you hard and fast, he starts to roll his hips. You think he must be close, it’s written all over his face. 

“I’ll pull out, just, just give me a second.” He lets out a deep breath, trailing his palms against your thighs. 

He’s savoring every inch of you. 

After he’s composed himself, he looks back down at your face. Even though you had just cum, your body was still sensitive. 

“Hold on for me, okay?” 

You blink the tears away from your eyes and agree, unsure what he was even getting at. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck. He lets his speed pick back up once more, as well as how hard he was going. Even though he had given you a heads up, you still find yourself reeling. 

“T-Toru!” 

“I know, I know. Take it for me, okay?” His brows are furrowed while he concentrates. 

Your body shakes beneath him as he uses you. His cock pushes into you at a rough pace, leaving you breathless. 

“Okay, I’m gonna- Fuck,” He moans, looking down at your pussy. 

The sight must make him lose his breath. 

You want him to cum inside. You want to feel his hot seed spill into you until it leaks back out, staining the bedding beneath. 

Before you can ask for it, Toru slips from your hole. He jerks himself off above your body, using your cum as lube. You want to seer the sight into your brain. He lets out a loud groan as he begins to cum, white shooting out from his cock onto your tummy. 

It’s a welcomed warmth as it pours onto your skin. Toru keeps rubbing himself until nothing more comes out. His shoulders sag while he composes himself. A soft feeling floats over your body, and you relax into the bed. 

You drag your pointer finger through the cum on your stomach. It’s still warm as you bring it up to your mouth, pushing your finger past your lips to taste. Toru watches it all unfold, a cocky grin on his face. 

“You’re unreal.” He murmurs. 

You grin up at him, taking that as a compliment. The cum settles on your tongue, salty but mostly unflavored. Toru leans over you, one hand holding himself up beside your head while the other tilts your face up, with his finger beneath your chin. The two of you share a moment, neither of you breaking eye contact. 

“I know,” you respond, your voice low. 

Toru lets out a chuckle, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. You weren’t expecting that. The moment is over quicker than it started. He leans back up, looking around the room. 

“Do you have a towel I can use?” He asks, eyes flicking back to the pool on your stomach. 

“Oh! You can use-“ 

Toru’s standing up off your bed, digging in the hamper beside you. He pulls out a white shirt, looking over his shoulder towards you. 

It was Atsumu’s shirt. 

He had lent it to you a year ago, but you had never returned it.  

“What about this?” 

You don’t know how to respond. Your breathing stutters as you try to form words. Toru raises his brows while he waits, a confused expression on his face. 

“You can-“ 

“Great.” 

He turns around, walking up to you once more. You watch as he drags the shirt against your skin, cleaning up any remaining evidence of your prior activity. It almost feels like betrayal. But then you remind yourself that it isn’t. 

Once he’s done wiping you clean, Toru balls up the shirt and throws it into the hamper again. He sits besides you, and when he looks back he notices the apprehension on your face. 

“Hey,” he begins. He cups your cheek while he speaks. “You doing okay? Hopefully it helped at least a little bit.” 

Oh. Yeah. You told him you wanted him to help you forget. 

And he did just that. You forgot, all up until this moment, anyway. 

You smile, and reach out to grab his other hand. His skin is warm beneath yours, a welcome feeling to the otherwise cool air around you. 

“It did, thank you.” 

Toru lets his hand slip from your face and he begins to look around once more, until his eyes find your clock. Maybe he was thinking about leaving. The idea shouldn’t hurt you as much as it does. He wasn’t anything to you. 

“Are you heading out?” You force yourself to ask. 

“I should,” The clock reads 3 am. Its bright, red numbers providing a sliver of light. “Do you want me to?” 

Oh. 

“No.” You answer before you can put any real thought into it.

You aren’t sure why you wanted him to stay, but you knew that you didn’t want to be alone. Toru strokes the back of your hand with his thumb before slipping free from it, standing up. 

“Alright,” his tone is soft, as if he was telling you he’ll stay. 

You scoot to the side of the bed, giving him more space. He crawls in beside you, lifting up the covers as he slips beneath them. You follow the action, letting your body brush up against his. Under the blankets next to Toru, you’re warm. You can pretend that all is right with the world. You can act like this is any other night. 

He pulls you close to him, your naked bodies fitting together immediately. You rest your head on his shoulder, letting your finger trail across his chest. His breathing is steady beneath you, and you focus on the slow rise and fall of his chest. 

“Thank you for coming home with me,” you say, your nails dragging across his skin. 

Toru hums underneath you, his fingers strumming your shoulder. 

“Of course.” 

You let your eyes close. This is nice. Even though the past week has been shitty, you’re at least glad that you met Toru. Even if tonight was the only night you would see him. 

If you want to be tagged, please let me know. Just specify what you want to be tagged in.

[tojisprettywife]

{note: i rewrote this, with b.s.t (hope someone gets the reference 🧍🏻‍♀️) anyway i cried, it got deleted first. i’m sleepy, hopefully it’s okay. minors DNI.}

warnings: smut. characters! m! x f! reader. characters are aged up to 21.

inexperienced men. who for the very first time feel, what a pussy feels like. your gummy, warm walls clenching around his throbbing cock. the way he clenches his jaw and gritting his teeth, to regain composure from cumming almost immediately. “f-fuck…so tight ..”. your pulsing soft walls suck his cock in, barely holding himself up. the way his soft, silky locks fall on your chest as he’s hunched over you. only gasps, curses and more whimpers slipping out of his lips. “so.. t—tight.. shit..”. pushing his full length into, till the base, gripping the plush of your hips, a bit too hard, in meek attempts to stop himself from painting your tight walls white. after what seems like forever, he slowly moves his hips, each stroke, sending shivers down his spine. he leans down to kiss you, again in attempts to keep him from moaning loud. he pushes his tongue into your mouth, his tongue lapping yours. but soon, the kissing gets sloppy, saliva dripping down both your chins. he leans down, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his teeth grazing the base of your neck, as his hips erratically, in haste buck against yours. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, filling the room combined with his little whimpers and yours. “i-i’m cum-ming… f-fuck” he buries himself to the hilt, pushes himself even deeper, his tip bruising your cervix. his eyes squeezed shut, biting down your shoulder lightly. his cock, pumping ropes of milky, sticky cum. his cock twitching inside you, panting against your neck. just as he catches his breath, your walls convulse around his twitching cock, overstimulating. “o- fuckkk.. f..ck” barely able to form coherent sentences, slurring his words. burying his face into the pillow, beside your head, to stifle his moans. muffled moans, teary eyes as one hand gripped your waist tightly, bruising them lightly and the other hand gripping the sheets, crumpling them. his first feel of a vaginal orgasm. he presses soft kisses from your jawline to your neck, “it feels… so good.. one more time?.. please baby?..”. no longer will his hands suffice for him, as he felt what heaven feels like, you.

~ Choso Kamo, Gojo Satoru, Oikawa Toru, Nagi Seishiro, Inumaki Toge, Miya Atsumu, Yuuji Itadori, Kageyama Tobio + whoever you want 😵‍💫

[heartmaddie]

cuddling with the haikyuu boys ! ushijima , suna , sakusa , hinata , oikawa

incl post timeskip and pre time skip , oikawa's one is a tadbit sad , gender neutral reader (except the last of ushijima headcannons where reader is pregnant but everything else is gn)

ushijima wakatoshi °˖➴જ⁀➴‎‎‎‎ ㅤㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎chronic big spoon

⋆ he loves big spooning so much ; especially after finding looking at you face to face a little bit awkward when cuddling

⋆ in the early relationship stage he didn’t touch you often, so cuddling sort of opened that gateway for him

⋆ even then, he loves feeling your head against his chest while it beats embarrassingly fast against your ears

⋆ he’s not opposed to being the little spoon, but once he’s back from practice you’d likely be asleep by then, so it’s easiest to just slide into bed from the back like so.

⋆ before he realises that you like the feeling of being squished he’s probably a bit concerned that he’s holding you too tight

⋆ post time skip he doesn’t care as much and just squeezes you tightly until you tell him to stop

⋆ he’s the sweetest, he only started cuddling for you but then continued because he fell in love with the way he could bury his nose against you while palming at your soft skin.

⋆ if you do decide to have babies then he likes running his hands against your pregnant stomach and feeling the baby kick and squirm against his large, rough hands.

⋆˙⟡ —

ushijima doesn’t necessarily convey his affection through physical touch, he’d much rather tell you how he adored you straight to your face with no miscommunication, that was just how he functioned. but while your relationship developed overtime, he would start to notice how often you’d cling onto his arm, or during movie nights at his dorm you’d tuck yourself under his bicep, so he started to worry that he wasn’t providing for you enough in a physically affectionate manner.

the first night you stayed at his dorm was when tendou was at his family home for the weekend, so he decided to invite you over for the night. your laptop’s perched on his lap and you’re laying against his hard chest, the both of you eagerly watching your favourite movie. around the halfway point, ushijima takes note of the intimacy between the two characters, how their bodies would intertwine on the soft mattress, and he yearned to embrace you like that too.

his olive eyes flicker down to your figure, how through your blue light glasses, you’d watch the film with fascination in your eyes, you’ve watched this film hundreds of times so to ushijima this long-standing attachment was quite strange. he raked his thick fingers through your hair, gently running them through each strand before catching your attention, looking up at him curiously you ask him what’s up.

“oh, nothing,” the vibrations of his thick voice ripples through the air as he pulls you a bit closer, “i’ve never held someone like that before.” he gestures to the screen. 

you smile up at him, gently closing the laptop and carefully laying it on the ground, 

“okay, we can try now!” you say happily, sliding your arms around him and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, which he’d happily return.

soon enough, ushijima found his head nestled against your ear with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, your back pressed up against his chest as he held you tight. 

“i’m quite fond of this.” he murmurs in your ear, pressing his thin lips against the skin of your neck.

he shut his eyes tight, inhaling your sweet scent while he felt himself slowly drift off to sleep, finding it a little bit easier with you curled up in his arms.

suna rintaro °˖➴જ⁀➴ ㅤㅤㅤbear hugger

⋆ even in a non-cuddling sense, suna loves wrapping his arms around you and making you feel small in his embrace

⋆ even in the early relationship stage, he’d be pulling you into his arms and pressing kisses against your neck while you giggle

⋆ and he does it everywhere, he’s a big fan of pda.

⋆ when you’re cuddling, he likes laying right on top of you with his arms wrapped around your waist, your head buried in his neck while he rubs your neck

⋆ he’s so touchy its insatiable, he’d always have his arm around your waist ready to pull you into his arms

⋆ after a long day of work all he needs is to be wrapped up in your arms, squishing against your shoulders and breathing in the accords of his favourite perfume before he’s easily knocked out for hours.

⋆ sometimes it gets so bad that you literally can’t breathe so you have to roll him off your body and he’d pout about it for a couple of days

⋆ he likes laying his head on your chest too, so he can listen to your heartbeat as it lulls him to sleep

⋆˙⟡ —

suna felt all the stress upon his shoulders, head slouched down as he attempted to type the password into the apartment door before it opens gently before him and he perks up immediately at the sight of you in your pink flannel pajamas. you’re embraced by his sweaty body, and he’s pressing kisses against your neck as he uses his foot to kick the door shut, lifting you into his toned arms and carrying you to the bedroom.

“missed you so, so much.” he murmured between pecks, his voice muffled by the warm skin of your nape.

“go have a shower rinnie, you smell like sweat.” you huff, sitting up on the bed as you tried to push him off you, he pouts before pressing a soft kiss on your cheek, standing up to strip his shirt and walk into the bathroom. in your moments of solitude, you reach for the book on your nightstand and work through it, encapsulated in each page, not even realising when rintarou exits the bathroom. 

he gently takes the book out of your hands, placing the bookmark between the pages fold and leaving it on the nightstand, pressing another kiss to your lips as he slides into the bed. 

“i missed you soo much.” rintarou mutters as he lays next to you, pulling you into his warm arms as he snuggles into your neck, “lemme lie on you, pleasee.” he begs, and you look at him with a sidelong glance.

“just wait a bit, we can cuddle like that right before we go to sleep.” you hum, looking over at him and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, making him melt into the soft mattress with a dorky smile.

“i love you.” he’d murmur, pulling you tight against his chest and capturing your lips in a soft, chaste kiss. 

“i love you too.” your voice is muffled against his lips, but he still smiles against you, nuzzling his head against your cheek while your arms move to wrap around him tight.

suna takes this as initiative to lay right on top of you, your head nestled against his chest as his arms snake around your upper torso, squeezing you tight as he knocks the wind out of your chest. he lets a deep sigh of relief escape him, holding you close as he falls into deep tranquil.

sakusa kiyoomi °˖➴જ⁀➴ ㅤㅤㅤaddicted to your warmth

⋆ he hated the idea of sleeping in the same bed as you during your early relationship stage

⋆ but a couple months into your relationship he starts getting used to your warm body wrapped up in his sheets

⋆ soon enough he’s addicted to your warmth, always recaching out for you in bed so at least one part of your bodies are touching

⋆ at first it’s more that you’d sleep back to back, so he could still soak up your warmth without being entirely in your warms

⋆ but as your relationship progresses he starts getting used to the idea of placing his hand on your face while you sleep

⋆ he faces you while you sleep so he can watch you during the late hours of the night

⋆ sakusa values his sleep, but he definitely used to be an insomniac before you started dating

⋆ having your warmth next to him helped, it lulled him to sleep with ease.

⋆ he likes draping an arm over you in the winter, on good nights he’ll pull you into his arms and lean against your neck

⋆ in the summer he’ll stay away from you though, you overheat frequently and he prefers staying cold in bed.

⋆˙⟡ —

it’s so cold.

sakusa’s shivering on his side of the bed, the thick covers of this hotel bed not keeping him warm like the ones at home do. he pulls the sleeves of his flannel shirt down, trying to cover him whole as he looks outside, the snow gracefully falling to the ground as he contemplates his misery. he looks over at your sleeping body, dressed merely in his sweatshirt and pants as you slept soundly, clutching onto your pillow tight. he’s jealous, he wants to be able to sleep so calmly like that as well, but of course the cold weather had to bar him from that.

sakusa hesitantly shifts closer to your side of the bed, and he’s temporarily shocked by the warmth which radiated off your soft body, but he shouldn’t be surprised, you were always warm to the touch. a hint of guilt hits him when he notices you stirring awake, rubbing your eyes before they flicker open to look at him.

“is something wrong, kiyoomi?” you ask, the tiredness evident in your voice as you look up at him with soft, sleepy eyes. he shook his head, gently placing his hand on your cheek and gently caressing the smooth skin, smiling softly.

“can’t sleep, it’s cold.” he explains, shifting closer to you.

“wanna try this?” you sit up and wrap your arms around his waist, letting him have the time to pull out, but instead he melts into your embrace, holding you tight as you fall onto the bed from his weight.

“thank you.” he whispers against your neck, seemingly addicted at the way your soft body would wrap around his. sakusa would lay his ear against your pulsating heart, the steady rhythm calming himself as he soaked up all the warmth you’d offer him, occasionally pawing against your soft skin as he watched you fall asleep once again.

sakusa inhales your soft scent, and he realises that he’s never held you so intimately before. he wondered if you noticed that too, but it was likely naught. his dry fingers rubbed up and down your skin, feeling every bump and crevice before he himself fell into the deepest sleep he’s ever experienced.

hinata shoyo °˖➴જ⁀➴ ㅤㅤㅤlittle spoon :p

⋆ he likes being the little spoon because it makes him feel safe in your arms

⋆ he’s a very physically affectionate boy, so when you started dating he’d always want you clinging onto his arm

⋆ he thinks you smell really nice, so when you spoon him it always rubs off on him

⋆ it’s really grounding for him when you hold him 

⋆ when you were in brazil together and he started growing a bit more, it was difficult for you to hold him as such, which how you shifted into him laying on your chest with your arms draped around his neck

⋆ he thinks you’re heaven when you run your fingers through his hair.

⋆ sometimes if you’re sitting on the couch together hinata will casually lean against your lap as you scratch his head

⋆ when you’re not laying with him, he’ll clutch his pillows really tight and pretend that it’s you

⋆ he loves sleeping in your bed because it’s a lot softer than his futon

⋆ he’s such a loverboy - always wanting to cuddle and hold you in his arms

⋆ brazil hinata likes when you squish on his biceps………..

⋆ ok but when shoyo and natsu were a bit younger natsu would curl up near him and he felt like a very proud big brother

⋆˙⟡ —

hinata shoyo smells like the sunshine.

it didn’t matter how much bergamot scented soap he’d lather onto his skin twice a day, the smell of sea salt and sand were deeply engraved into his natural musk, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. you gently run your fingers down his arm, frowning of the remnants of the sand which would scrape at him during his time at the beach. 

“sho, what did i tell you about sunscreen?” you scold, voice quiet as you rub aloe vera gel on his tanned skin which glowed pink, dead skin rolling into little balls under your fingers and you groan in mild disgust.

“i always put it on at the start of the day, i swear!” he looks back at you, obviously in pain as his eyebrows knit together, “be gentle!” he whines, wincing as the soothing cream would sting his sensitive skin.

“this is the consequences of your actions.” you mutter in response, continuing to spread the cold gel across his shoulders and back, but you comply against your words, slowing your movements and massaging the aloe vera into his skin with care.

he groans and whines, but his hand reaches yours when you finish, and he’s gently pressing his lips against yours, gel from his nose rubbing off onto yours.

“i’m so tired.” he huffs, pulling an old shirt over his head, the fabric sticking to his skin uncomfortably. “hold onto me for a bit.” you nod, shifting behind him and letting him curl his back into your chest, you take his hands and rub small circles on his palm. 

“you’re so good to me baby.” he hums, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing soft kisses against the skin. you smile against his nape, inhaling his spicy salty musk with your eyes closed, relaxed against the boys skin as you held him tight.

oikawa tooru °˖➴જ⁀➴ ㅤㅤㅤeager for your consolement

⋆ he’s also a very affectionate boy, even when you weren’t dating he’d ‘platonically’ pull you into his arms tight

⋆ so when you do confirm that you’re officially a couple, he’s more intimate in the ways that he’d hold you

⋆ his lips are glued onto your cheeks, he thinks those kisses are sweeter than the ones on your lips

⋆ when you cuddle, he’ll lay his head on your chest with his body off the side of yours

⋆ he likes feeling smaller in your embrace, even if he’s much larger

⋆ tooru likes looking up at you and telling you all about your day, letting you run your fingers through his thin strands of hair

⋆ he loves pda, because to him, you’re so gorgeous and he’s scared that someone will take you away

⋆ when you’re asleep and he’s on your chest, he likes reaching up and gently stringing your hair between his fingers

⋆ sometimes when he’s sad he likes curling up against your side as you console him

⋆ his love languages are a mix of everything, so when you’re the one being held, he’ll pull you close to his mouth so he can whisper how much you mean to him straight into your ear.

⋆ he also loves listening to music with you, so he’ll cuddle against your warmth while your record player spins in the background.

⋆ also films, he’s a big fan of watching all the films you love.

⋆˙⟡ —

he lets out sobs against the warmth of your chest, letting your arms gently cradle his head as you whisper affirmations into his ears.

“i’m so sorry.” he’d mutter repeatedly against your chest, “i’m so sorry i lost.” his tears wet the fabric of your shirt, you gently patted the expanse of his back, offering your physical affection as a means to calm him down.

"oh baby, you don't need to apologise" you hum, pressing your lips against his forehead and your nose brushes against his hair, temporarily stunning your senses with his sweet scent. but tooru felt weak, although, finding your words somewhat comforting as he’d look up at you, his eyes rimmed red and snot falling from his nose. you gently rub his cheek, pressing your lips against his scalp.

“but i lost? and i promised that i’d take everyone to nationals - and i didn’t.” his words were choked, spaced by sobs as he’d lay against your chest, your heart swelled with sorrow, chest tightening up as you witnessed tooru’s expression. even with his tear stained eyes and splotchy red face, he was more beautiful than you could’ve imagined.

“oh tooru,” you whisper against his skin, “everyone’s so proud of you regardless, if it wasn’t for your support, no one would’ve gotten here anyways.” you pull him closer to your upper body, burying your face into his hair as your fingers traced up and down his arm. “you’re a good player, and an even better captain. the sport is more than just winning, it’s like the relationships that blossom from it.” you try to explain, gently stroking his hair.

“you really think?” he asks hesitantly, letting himself be pulled closer as he shivers within your embrace.

“i know, baby, i know.”

against his red face and snotty nose, he lets out a small smile when he looks up at you, sitting up to wipe his nose with his sleeve.

“i really love you, yn.” he mutters, letting you embrace him as he cries, “i really think you’re the best thing thats ever happened to me.”

contradicting the situation, you let out a soft laugh, making him smile against the nape of your neck.

“i love you too, tooru.”

and with your arms wrapped around him tight, tooru knew that everything would be okay.

please like , reblog or follow if you enjoyed !!!

i think i mayhaps cooked with this one

sorry i was supposed to post this like yesterday night but i got distradcted playing dress to impress

maybe i wrote hinata in for one of my moots,,, mayhaps...

[sqtorux]

men who love holding onto your hips while fucking you.

not the usual steady hip holding but more of them clutching your hips the same way your cunt clenches around their dick, leaving behind pretty marks for you to savour later.

they're holding onto your skin for dear life as if letting go means falling into a deep never-ending cliff. no, they're not letting you have the release you so desperately wanted, not just yet.

he keeps pounding into you while you fall apart beneath him, trying to free yourself from the pressure between your thighs yet you want more more more.

he's so relentless and won't let you escape. you're trapped between him and the bed that rocked with his every thrust. your back is against the sheets and he's on top of you pressing down until eventually he allows the knots in your stomach to uncurl.

gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, kuroo tetsuro, oikawa tooru, todoroki touya, shota aizawa, dazai osamu, fyodor. who else?

[kitasuno]

i'll keep every promise (if it's a promise with you) | oikawa tooru x reader

oikawa tooru has a bad habit of breaking promises and running from his first love. or: the four times oikawa breaks his promises and the one time he keeps one

( a / n ) - oh my god this is my magnum opus... my baby.. its a little bit of angst and a little bit of fluff and a little slice of life. u go through ages 6 to 28 LMFAO. iwaizumi + you + oikawa were such a fun trio to write for and i hope u guys enjoy !!

gn! reader | 2k words | happy birthday OIKAWA

Oikawa Tooru has a guilty conscience and a bad habit of breaking his promises. 

For every promise made and every promise broken, Tooru repents: 200 yen slid in a saisen-bako, a ninety degree bow, two wishes at a shrine. An offering to counter every promise he breaks, ample water to wash away his sins, and apologies written on wood.

 ( Iwaizumi has made the grand suggestion of: Maybe not breaking your promises? on several occasions, but Tooru can’t help it. ) 

He’s broken four promises and made eight wishes so far: four on blue Tanzaku and four atop Ema boards, followed with a prayer and an offering if the promise broken was particularly heinous or particularly his fault. 

He breaks his first promise at six years old– one made with you and Iwaizumi when the three of you were four and freshly neighbors. It was Tooru’s birthday, and he had promised this: 

I swear that I will take us all to the Ryokan before I turn six.

It’s a small promise: one that neither you nor Hajime had expected him to follow through with. But Tooru believed it, and Tooru had tried. He takes every single chore and odd job in the Oikawa household, scraping together a two-year-old Ryokan trust fund with mismatched coins and crumpled bills. He saves his allowances and puts everything in a glass jar next to his bed, and dreams.

Two Julys pass. Oikawa blows out four candles and then five, the jar gets bigger, you start Elementary school, and you and Hajime forget about the Ryokan. And then, on the third July, when Tooru turns six, you and Iwaizumi find Tooru mumbling about a broken promise— courtesy of his failure to take the three of you on an all inclusive trip to that Snow Monkey Ryokan that Iwaizumi wanted to go to. 

So he apologizes through prayers at a shrine and two wishes under a red Torii gate. It’s a thirty five stair climb to the neighborhood shrine: Hajime and Tooru race up and you come last, but the view is gorgeous and Tooru feels considerably less guilty.

It is 100 yen for each wish on a colored paper strip. Hajime says they’re called Tanzaku. Hajime drops one coin, Tooru drops four, you drop two. Seven thunks, four wishes. 

Tooru gets the honor of tying your tanzaku on bamboo branches as the tallest of your trio, and with it, the honor of reading your wishes.

Iwaizumi’s wish is messy and scrawled on bright red— Tooru tells him to Please work on your handwriting, but it’s legible and all well wishes for volleyball and you and Oikawa and cicadas.

Tooru’s got two wishes— a cyan one and a turquoise one, but he only lets you and Hajime read the cyan one. His cyan one is a little neater than Iwaizumi’s and reads:

Sorry I couldn’t take us to the Monkey Ryokan. 

He hangs the red one on his tippy-toes. Cyan next. Hajime cheers a little when Tooru hangs turquoise next to your pink one, and then asks: 

“Whaddya need two wishes for anyways?” 

He shrugs. 

“Guilty conscience, maybe?”

You’re thirteen when Tooru promises that he is going to ask you out in two years. Tooru is not allowed to date until he’s in high school, so he tells you under a blanket of stars that when the two of you are a little older, he will ask you out properly and maybe take you on a date. 

He walks you to school every morning. Hajime comes too, but the pink skies before the sun rises are for you and Tooru. Moments before you make it to Iwaizumi’s block are moments that Tooru gives you his scarf, and then his gloves, and when the wind bites at your cheeks too hard his jacket is draped over your shoulders. On rainy days, Tooru holds the umbrella and laughs as your fingers brush and your cheeks flush. Some mornings he brings you toast: and tells you in hushed whispers to eat it before Iwa-Chan sees. 

Oikawa and Iwaizumi walk you home after cram school and volleyball practice. Hajime’s house is first— so Iwaizumi bows first, heads back inside first, waves goodnight first. When the door closes and the light turns on, the black sky and twinkling stars are for you and Tooru. He always says Good Night saccharine sweet with a smile like the sun that makes you feel like you really can’t wait to turn fifteen. 

Oikawa blows out fourteen candles. The three of you graduate in blue and walk home like usual. Summer passes, another July goes by, Oikawa blows out fifteen candles, and high school starts.

You learn several things in your first year at high school: you really like the student council, Hajime is actually pretty smart, and Tooru is afraid of commitment. 

Tooru is popular: he is athletic and tall and the Volleyball Club’s golden first year. He smiles at the girls in his class, he slings arms around their shoulders, he winks when he passes by the student council room, and he preens a little and shines a lot.

Oikawa is fifteen when he goes on his first date with a girl from another school: and when he tells you and Iwaizumi after he gets home, he plays dumb as Hajime gives him a look and takes you home, overhearing Iwaizumi’s apologies and your crestfallen voice as you say something about a promise.

Oikawa’s chest hurts that night so he walks to the shrine with 200 yen in his pocket and a sorry scrawled on two pieces of colored Tanzaku. 

Oikawa turns sixteen and goes to the shrine again. 

This time, it’s a broken promise with a girl in his class. She was popular– she smelled like cotton candy and reminded Tooru of strawberries and daisies, so when she asked Tooru out, he had said Sure, and he had smiled like she was the sun. 

But he’s a bad boyfriend– a terrible boyfriend– because he’s only there when it’s convenient and he ditches her for volleyball practice and maybe sometimes he catches himself thinking about a certain childhood friend when she holds his hand and buys him milk bread at lunch. 

She was sweet and she was terribly pretty, but he doesn’t feel anything when she kisses him or when she rests her head on his shoulder.

Iwaizumi asks him what he’s running from after practice one day. Tooru knows Iwaizumi is asking why he is running from you. 

Tooru is a little scared of how you make him feel too much. Oikawa likes being in control and Oikawa likes stability, so when he realizes that his heart thumps erratically whenever you’re around and he finds himself all consumed with thoughts of you and a burning desire to please you; he rejects and refrains. And runs.

His girlfriend dumps him after a few months. Tooru says sorry, removes her phone contact, and faintly remembers a promise he made with her four weeks ago. 

I swear I’m not in love with someone else. 

from: tooru (23:20) shrine time!!! ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

from: hajime (23:21) You broke another promise?? Ur a piece of shit lol

from: tooru (23:22) iwaaa chan U￣ｰ￣U  ur so mean !

from: you (23:24) bro . don’t tell me it was about ur ex ur a manwhore !!!!

from: hajime (23:25) Average Shittykawa moment

from: tooru (23:25) i can’t help it !! (✿ ♥‿♥)  everyone wants a piece of me !!! ill pick u guys up and we’ll go to the shrine and ramen after plsss ☆

from: hajime (23:26) Ur treat?

from: tooru (23:27) iwa-chan’s treat !! i’m going through a nasty breakup, remember ? \_( ◉ 3 ◉ )_/¯

from: you (23:29) hajime we know his address we can burn his room down

from: tooru (23:30) OK FINE my treat! it’s on me!!! everyone say thank you tooru !!!

from: hajime (23:31) thank you tooooruuu chan (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

tooru and y/n reacted with: Scared !

from: tooru (23:32) um please don’t do that ever again

Oikawa’s fourth promise is one to himself and one to Seijoh. 

We will make it to Nationals. 

He doesn’t leave his room for a week when he breaks it. He’s inconsolable. He says he’s sick: he’s got a bad fever, it’s contagious, he’s bedridden, he’s fine. But the lights are never on in his room, his curtains are always drawn, and you know that Tooru devoted everything for a chance and a dream and a volleyball. 

He comes to you first. He’s standing in your doorway and there are bags under his eyes and he says, Hi, and then, I’m fine. He tries for a smile— and then you give him a look, and suddenly he’s in your arms and sobbing. 

He cries for two hours. Tooru ugly cries– his chest racks when he sobs and his arms are tight around you and digging into your back. Oikawa Tooru is not weak: but he is not a prodigy.  

He falls asleep in your bed with his head in your lap and your hands in his hair, but his eyebrows are furrowed and he’s shifting a lot and he’s probably having a nightmare. You call Hajime before gently shaking Tooru awake. 

He blinks up at you— all puffy eyes and tousled hair and swollen cheeks, but he sees you and he softens.

“Wanna go to the shrine?”

Iwaizumi still grumbles the whole way up the thirty five steps, but he’s quiet as Oikawa slips two coins into the saizen-bako. Hajime wraps an arm around your shoulder as the coins rattle in the box and you know he’s upset too— his hands are slightly shaking and he keeps sniffing. Nationals might have been Oikawa’s dream but Iwaizumi was also a dreamer, and sure, Oikawa was going to go, but they were going to go together.

Tooru hangs two Ema boards and for the first time, he bows at the Honden. Two claps. Head down and hands together as he prays. Iwaizumi joins him: and you watch as Oikawa apologizes to him and Hajime shakes his head- because it was Hajime’s promise too. 

Oikawa is twenty-eight and on a plane when he finally keeps his first promise. 

It’s a small promise: but a promise nonetheless, one that he made before he left for Argentina. He tells you he loves you at the airport but he has his boarding pass in one hand and his passport in the other. And you tell him you love him too, but also that he’s being unfair, and no you won’t go out with him. And Oikawa knew you would say that, but he still finds himself making a promise– a promise you laugh at because Oikawa Tooru never keeps his promises.

If we’re still single in ten years, I’m going to find you, and I’m going to ask you out. 

You cry, and Tooru wraps his arms around you and cries too— and then Iwaizumi’s there, and Iwaizumi’s crying, and you don’t know which part of you is Oikawa or Iwaizumi. Oikawa leaves for Argentina with a heavy heart but a hunger for the future. 

In the ten years that pass he plays a lot of volleyball. He tans a lot. He learns some Spanish. He tries beach volleyball. And then, he buys a plane ticket on his birthday. 

from: y/n (21:12) happy birthday tooru !! me n hajime r having an honorary drink for u. hope ur having fun in argentina!!! hajime and i say te amo !!!!

from: tooru (21:15) i’d like a hot sake plssss thank u!!! ( ˙▿˙ )

from: y/n (21:15) LMFAO. no. me and haji r drinking ASAHI DRRRRRRYYYYYYYY for u bro also hajime got BUFF wat the hell hope ur tanning good in argentina 

from: tooru (21:16) well tell BUFF iwa chan that ill be there in 5 and i want a HOT SAKE and also YES i tanned good SO EYES OFF IWAIZUMI

from: y/n (21:17) ? what? ur funny lol … TOORU?

Tooru is twenty eight and might retire soon. Thirty five stairs is too many to climb and keeping promises is far more fun than breaking them. So he taps your shoulder, hands Iwaizumi your bouquet, and takes your cheeks in his palms to tilt your chin over. 

“Hi!” He says. 

 Tooru bends down to kiss you. 

[yamsfrecklvs]

tits, ass or thighs?

ft. kuroo, iwaizumi, oikawa, bokuto, tsukishima, atsumu, osamu

warnings: i mean... the title speaks for itself i think! implied fem reader ; also not proofread

MDNI!!!

☆ kuroo : tetsuro is a simple man. there isn't a single thing he doesn't like about you. but the man absolutely adores thighs. put on a pair of shorts or a miniskirt and he'll fall to his knees. to be fair, he's a man of taste, so not only does he love thighs, but he's also a sucker for ass. can and will smack it whenever he can, not even in a strictly sexual way, but simply because he likes having his hands on you. ass and thighs will absolutely be used as a pillow, there's no debating it. he will also not so sneakily squeeze your thigh while sitting down or grip it while he’s driving and you’re in the passenger seat. hell, he’d die between your thighs if he could, because let me remind you, this man is an EATER. (just leaving this here)

☆ iwaizumi : i mean, have you seen him? ass. he physically cannot function if he sees you in tight skirts or pants and his hand can always be found in your back pocket if you two are walking together. definitely lightly smacks your butt to celebrate or tell you that you're doing a good job (throwback to him smacking makki's ass bc he scored a point). loves loves looooves to leave marks on it - fingerprints, bites, hickeys, you name it - and he will shamelessly stare at it in public.

☆ oikawa : i think we can all agree on the fact that this man loves tits. seriously. doesn't care if they're big or small, he just loves your chest. he will absolutely use them as pillows and/or slip his hands under your shirt while you're cuddling. loves to see you walk around the house without your bra on, bonus points if you're wearing his clothes. and if there's one thing that makes his knees weak it's seeing tan lines on your chest - one look and he's over the moon. he also probably has a thing for cute lingerie, especially cute bras - or rather, he has a thing for taking said cute lingerie off of you.

☆ bokuto : don't ask him. he genuinely cannot choose, it's physically impossible for him, especially because he's got his hands all over you 99% of the time. probably has a slight preference for ass but he doesn't even realize it. you definitely have his handprints all over your ass because he cannot for the love of god control his strength but he also profusely says sorry if he ever hurts you. either way, wear anything remotely tight or revealing and he's gonna lose his mind.

☆ tsukishima : he will never ever admit it, but tits. he says he doesn’t care and claims to love every part of you equally, but you’ll definitely catch him lacking if you wear anything low cut. of course, he isn’t the type to shamelessly stare at your boobs, we’re talking about kei after all, but you know him, and you can tell his eyes linger on your chest just a little more than usual. and also, they’re the first place he reaches for when cuddling gets a little spicier. probably likes leaving marks on your tits because they’re not as visible as your neck and because he swears that ‘hickeys are stupid’. he still does it nonetheless. again, doesn’t mind if they’re big or small. he just loves them.

☆ atsumu : take a good look at him and tell me this man isn’t a certified boob lover. seriously. bonus points if you have your nips pierced. he just loves boobs. back hug? his hands are finding their way on your chest. cuddling? his face is pressed between your tits. doesn’t give a fuck about looking like an idiot while gawking at them, either. he’s just completely enamoured with them, probably loves to suck on them too. also, i feel like he has a thing for girls with tiny waists, don’t know why. he too loves to spoil you with pretty lingerie and definitely loses his mind whenever he sees a bra strap peeking out of any of your shirts.

☆ osamu : now, hear me out. osamu miya loves to cook. he also loves a woman who EATS. for this reason i’m a firm believer of osamu being a man who loves thighs. loves having his face between them, using them as a pillow, biting into them. he will go insane for thigh highs and absolutely adores when they get bigger as you sit down. there’s nothing this man appreciates more than a pair of pretty legs showing up under a short skirt. he would gladly be crushed by your thighs, but he doesn’t dismiss ass either. generally, i think he likes everything - but thighs, they’re his utter weakness. expect many, many hickeys and marks all over them. and, just like kuroo, i just have the slightest feeling that osamu is a munch - make him suffocate and he’ll die happy.

@yamsfrecklvs