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ilylovelyz · 9 months

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⍣ ೋ after the break-up

☆ kuroo, oikawa, daichi, hinata, bokuto akaashi, sakusa

KUROO TETSURO — assuming reader is the one who ended it, he's absolutely blindsided and shocked. he walks around in a daze; to anyone who didn't know him, he just looks tired or whatever. to whoever does, it's clear he's absolutely destroyed and crushed. of course, he'll try to act his best to not let it show how sad he is, but it really shows when his teammates were wondering where he was, only to find him sitting alone on a bench, looking down at his feet somberly.

"kuroo." kenma called out softly, his lips pursed into a line at the sight of his childhood sitting ways away from the rest of his team. it took a minute before kuroo was looking over his shoulder to look over at the shorter lad, his eye-bags dark, lips pursed into a straight line. "...i miss her." kuroo mumbled, looking back down at his feet, one of his hands coming up to brush through his distressed black hair.

he feels even worse when he sees you in the distance, walking home with a friend of yours. he can only think and remember when it was him walking you home, your hand intertwined with his. he chews on his lip as you get smaller and smaller as you walk more into the distance. he misses you.

OIKAWA TORŪ — he acts totally unbothered. his teammates didn't even know the two of you broke up until one of them asked about you jokingly, to which oikawa stuck out his tongue, huffing a "she dumped me," before swiping the nonexistent hair off his shoulder with sass. he thinks he's okay; he feels okay. it doesn't catch up to him until one day he's still practicing long after official practice ended.

oikawa grunted as he jumped into the air, his hand coming up to slap the ball. he can only furrow his eyebrows in annoyance when the ball hits the net, dropping over to the floor. "damn it." he curses, wiping the sweat off his forehead. i'm thirsty, he thinks, looking to the side where you would sit on the floor, watching as he practices.

but you're not there... where are you? "y/n-chan?" he calls out, his eyes looking around the empty gym. "..she's gone oikawa, remember— she broke up with you," a voice speaks from behind him. he turns around to see iwaizumi standing behind him, his eyes low with concern. oikawa feels a pang of hurt within his chest, his face morphing into one of hurt. oh, thats right, you left him.

DAICHI SAWAMURA — please, he's so heartbroken. he's so sad and hurt, when you were breaking up with him, he knew he couldn't change your mind, so he let you go, because he knew that was the best choice for the both of you. he stills watches over you, his protectiveness still present. he'll still watch you in class and in the hallways, his eyes never lingering off you for even a second.

"y/n—y/l/n-san," he says meekly, his eyes watching your face for any discomfort. "how are you doing?" he asks. he still attempts to talk to you, even if you crushed his heart completely. "i'm doing great, daichi-san, how about you? how is volleyball going?" his heart stings at your formality, he would do anything just to hear the way you call him by that cute nickname you gave him.

i'm hurt, i miss you, i miss you—i miss you a lot. can we get back together? "i'm doin' great, we are able to go to nationals, i'm so excited." he says with a forced grin, he hopes you don't notice the way his smile doesn't meet his eyes. "sure, let's go to the rooftop?" you say, slowly getting up from your seat. usually, you'd hold his arm as the two of you walked, but you don't. instead, you walk with a slightly behind him with much of a distance for his taste, but it's okay. he doesn't want to make it anymore awkward than it already is. he'd rather be your friend than loose you completely.

HINATA SHOUYO — he cried, he cried for days. even tsukishima felt bad for him. he was almost like a zombie, and he felt even shittier when he was so exhausted that his spikes were shit. he needed your presence, he needed you to be at his side, but you weren't there at all, you left him, you left him shattered and inconsolable. he nearly got sick with the way he was so sad, almost throwing up a few times because of how hard he cried.

"y/n," he calls out from behind you. you turn your head to look him, removing your hand from your locker. "oh, hey, shouyo," you say sheepishly, tone seemingly afraid and hesitant. you seem to know what he's already feeling. "how are you doing?" you ask, turning your body to face him.

"i.." he stammers, swallowing thickly as he tries to prevent his voice from cracking. "uhm—are you gonna be there for my game next saturday?" he asks, his eyes almost wide with the way he waits for your answer. his eyebrows furrow with sadness when you give him a bittersweet smile, "i.. maybe."

BOKUTO KOUTARO — his emotions are even worse than hinata's. he actually refuses to accept the break-up, and literally gets on his knees to beg you not to leave him. he'll literally wrap his arms around your waist, his head mushed into your belly as he cries into your embrace, mumbling apologies and love confessions. he almost loses a couple of games after the breakup because he was such an emotional wreck.

"see you later y/l/n-san." your friend says, waving a goodbye as you part ways with her. you say a goodbye as well before continuing your walk down the halls. your heart beats nervously, sometimes you see bokuto in this part of the school, but you're not surprised that you do. he pops up in front of you, almost as if he was awaiting for your arrival.

"y/n.." he whines, biting on his lower lip, his hair greatly deflated. you can only sigh at the sight in front of you. "hey, kou.." you say softly, you're not even going to try to switch to his surname or even his full first name either, that'll actually destory him and you know that.

"y/n, can we please just–", "kou," "–can we please just talk about this, i need you." he whimpers, hastily walking over to you, his hands grabbing at your elbows. "koutaro." you sternly say, your use of his first full name as him freezing in place, his lips pursing into a straight line as he tries not to cry. he's then pulling you in for a hug, his head resting in the crook of your neck and he sniffles against you, whining your name like a sweet baby. you can only rub your hand against his back comfortingly before you're pulling away from him for the last time.

AKAASHI KEIJI — he tried to handle it maturely, he really tried. he respects your decision, it'll be unfair to force you to stay in a relationship when you're unhappy. like a mature person, he's polite, so polite everyone almost forgets that you two dated. but not everyone, after all, you two dated for almost two years. he's still concerned for you, though, he still looks out for you, he always will.

"y/l/n-san, do you need help with that?" he asks, quickly coming over to your side when he sees you walking with a bunch of books in your hands. "y-yeah, please, akaashi-kun," you stutter, your arms relaxing when he takes more of the lion's share of the books from you. "thank you, they were really heavy." you joke, cheekily grinning at his help.

"no problem, just helping out." he says, looking straight ahead of him blankly. he seems to be dealing with it as well as he can, of course, he misses you, and he still resists the urge to text you late at night when he's upset. what about you though? you can't help the way you're gazing at him from behind, marveling at his pretty emerald eyes. akaashi notices, of course, but he doesn't take a plan of action to do anything about it, and neither do you. it was your decision after-all.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI — like oikawa, he acts totally unbothered. he'll brush off whenever someone sends their condolences on the breakup, either scolding them for their annoying pity, or not saying anything at all. deep inside, he's almost annoyed at the way he's so hurt. it's helpless, there's no point in being sad when he can't do anything about it. but he does, but it's over. he feels out of place, his daily structure and schedule is disrupted, and silently, he still awaits for you to call for your place back into his life.

"ah! kiyo.." you shout, trailing off when he walks right past you. it stings you greatly, but at the same time, you understand his actions. the two of you dated for nearly four years, since he was a still a young teenager. he avoids you like the plague now, not even sparing you a glance whenever he does come across you.

you won't ever deny it, even if it's a shock for your pride, you miss him. you miss him and his stupid check-ups, him and his annoying pesters of "did you wash your hands?" you thought that he would be okay with remaining as friends, and he did agree to that, but now, it's like you don't even exist to him. to him, you do, but he just refuses to interact with you, his pride hurt and crushed, as for the first time, he's disturbed.

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teamatsumu · 6 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 23

voyeurism - kageyama tobio x reader x oikawa tooru

word count: 1167

warnings: smut, fingering, swearing, slight humiliation

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Kageyama had known ever since Middle School that Oikawa was leagues above him in every sense.

He was a better volleyball player, and a better team player as well. He could work with people he didn’t like without letting it hinder the team play. He could set to anyone perfectly and make it seem effortless. His serves were miles above Kageyama’s in terms of power and control too. But none of that had ever upset Kageyama for too long. It was a motivator. Surpassing Oikawa had become his goal. And so he took Oikawa more as a teacher than as a rival.

Years later, it seemed Kageyama was still learning from his senpai, though now it was in fields other than volleyball.

“Pay attention, Tobio-chan.” Oikawa’s voice was as smooth and buttery as ever. “Don’t let your focus stray. I won’t help you over and over, y’know? My time is precious, after all.”

His words and tone were dismissive, but his actions stated otherwise. His posture was alert and present as he curled his torso over your back, one strong arm wrapped around your waist to hold you in place where you sat in his lap, caged by his legs, back to him. And his fingers were eager as they glided through the wetness between your legs, almost teasing as his fingertips tapped playfully at your clit, making you jump. Kageyama watched with interest at how you reacted to Oikawa’s touches, how any little brush on his hand would send your eyes rolling in your head or your mouth dropping open.

When Kageyama had mentioned over a regular dinner at your shared apartment that Oikawa would be coming over to show him how to properly have sex with you, you had choked on your bite and spent the next ten minutes wheezing and dry heaving over the sink while he patted your back, confused by how outrageous your reaction was. You had screamed at him in panic, asking him what the fuck was wrong with him, and had to sit him down and explain to him that this was not the way to improve your sex life.

“But Oikawa-san is better at it than me!” He had countered. “He always had a girlfriend in high school. And even now. He’s surrounded by girls-”

“Those are fangirls, Tobio!” You shrieked. “He’s not sleeping with all of them!”

“Regardless, I know he can help. He turned my life around with the advice he gave me in high school. I wouldn’t be the player I am without it.”

It had taken some convincing, and a few days of thinking on your part, but you had finally agreed after asking him a million times if he was sure he was okay with this. Kageyama was adamant he was, and he still stood by it. Watching this here, now, a small thrill ran down his torso and settled as a knot in his lower stomach. Made his dick twitch.

You whined when Oikawa put just the tip of his middle finger into your hole, swirling it a bit teasingly before pulling out again. Your legs were shaking with the effort of keeping them open, making sure Kageyama got a good view of what was happening between them. It was an order Oikawa had given you at the very start (‘Don’t you let those legs close, Y/N-chan. How can Tobio-chan learn when he can’t see what he’s supposed to be doing?’), and Kageyama marveled at the fact that you had yet to disobey him, no matter how hard it may seem for you to comply. You had submitted to Oikawa, in a way you had never submitted to him.

Kageyama didn’t take offense to it. As with volleyball, he shouldered responsibility for your reactions. If you were reacting this way to his senior but not him, he was obviously doing something wrong. And here he was, seated before you, watching your naked figure lean back on Oikawa, covered in a thin layer of sweat, eyes glistening with unshed tears as Oikawa teased you relentlessly, playing your body as if it were a string instrument. Kageyama licked his lips as he watched your juice wet his senpai’s fingers, wetter than he had ever seen you.

Your legs twitched and tensed when Oikawa finally slid a finger into your heat, a relieved sigh escaping you, hips pushing down on his hand insistently. Kageyama’s sharp eyes tracked every movement, comparing it to how you were with him, noting every difference and feeling amazed by the results.

“Oikawa-san,” you breathed, your tone pleading. “Please, more.”

You sounded so greedy. Kageyama’s dick gave a painful throb.

Oikawa hummed as if in thought. He had a sharp little smirk playing on his face, eyes moving from your heaving chest up to meet Kageyama’s, making him sit up a bit.

“What do you think, Tobio-chan? Should I give her more?”

Kageyama gulped. “Yes?”

Oikawa tutted. “Wrong answer.”

You let out a little sob at his words, one hand reaching to circle around Oikawa’s wrist. Oikawa made a warning sound.

“Hands off, princess. You know the rules.”

Your hands immediately shot away, twisting in the bedsheets under you instead. Your breaths were heavy, broken moans leaving your lips as Oikawa’s one finger worked inside you. Kageyama watched on with intrigue. One finger and you were already a mess. It usually took Kageyama much more. You had also obeyed Oikawa with little to no resistance when he had told you to keep your hands off him.

So much information. So much he could work with in the future.

Oikawa was watching him with sharp eyes, smirking as if he knew exactly what had clicked inside Kageyama. His arm around your waist tightened.

“It seems our little genius has made a mental breakthrough, Y/N-chan.” He drawled. “Which means you get to have a reward.”

You gasped when Oikawa sank another finger into your cunt and immediately started pumping them into you at a fast pace. Your back arched, legs separating more as if inviting him further in, eyes screwing shut as you cried through it. Kageyama watched with wide eyes, not blinking, not wanting to miss even a single thing. His breath seemed to be suspended in his throat, his mouth dry, dick so hard and throbbing it nearly made him black out, and when you screamed through your orgasm, gushing over his senpai’s fingers and shaking in his tight hold, Kageyama felt like one single touch on his own cock would make him cum on the spot too.

Your legs trembled and shook as you slumped back on Oikawa’s body, sighing in bliss as he cooed over you, careful hands running over your bare inner thighs as if to calm you down. Oikawa held up one finger, grinning over to where Kageyama sat, looking so wrecked it looked like he was the one doing all the work.

“That was lesson one. Let’s move on to the next one, shall we?”

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moonswolfie · 8 months

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Very interesting

Oikawa x gn!reader

I thought about an oikawa x reader with this dynamic:

so here we are, also you (the reader) hates him at first and have no knowledge of volleyball outside the basics

Today, you were dragged by your friends to a game of volleyball. They wanted to see some guy in your school they're currently obsessing over called Oikawa Tooru. They constantly rave on about how perfect and hot he is. You did become kind of curious as to what he's like, even if you didn't want to spend your afternoon at a volleyball game watching him.

As the players entered the court, you thought about excusing yourself to the bathroom and then just leaving. Sure, your friends are going to hound you for it later but you really didn't feel like sitting here right now.

Suddenly, all the girls sat around you started squealing and screaming Oikawa's name and you quickly looked down on the court to find a guy with fluffy brown hair and an attractive face smiling and waving back at the crowd.

Huh. So this is Oikawa. I mean, he is physically attractive, and you can see why your friends are crushing on him, but he just seems so vanilla. Just like every other "popular hot guy".

And needless to say, you dislike that kind of guy. They're always arrogant and let it get to their head when their only good quality is that they have a pretty face.

Now you really wanted to leave.

You got up, fully intending on leaving when you felt your arm being pulled on. "No, you're freaking not. Sit down." your friend pulled you back, and you sat down in your seat, crossing your arms and huffing.

Well, you can always distract yourself by daydreaming, you suppose. You tried your best to ignore the annoying screeches of all the fangirls around you but it was simply impossible. So you sighed, attempting to cure your boredom by watching the volleyball fly around.

Your eyes wandered from player to player, eventually landing on Oikawa. His face at that moment looked unlike anything you expected. It looked serious, intense, focused. A complete contrast to the flirty smile earlier.

His face suddenly felt real, now that he wasn't wearing a plastic smile.

Even though you don't know much about volleyball, you can feel the practiced precision in his movements. It's quite scary how he does so with such a calm, relaxed face.

It draws you in, and you hate that it does.

You don't know what kind of player he is, but he always moves to the middle after someone gets the ball up and he tosses it to someone. Somehow, you can tell he does the job well. Terrifyingly so.

It makes his carefree smile look oddly horrifying.

"Huh, maybe he is more than a pretty-" You shut that thought down before you could even finish it. You're getting too worked up over him. And yet you can't stop looking.

All of a sudden, his eyes meet yours.

You quickly averted your gaze. That must have just been your imagination, right? He has a game of volleyball to play, after all. He wouldn't look into the crowd of mostly fangirls during a time like this.

The whistle blows, indicating a time out, one of the things you can assume happens in a match of volleyball. Your eyes slowly travel back down to the court, only to find Oikawa still staring at you.

You jump a little, immediately looking away again. Just what is up with this enigma of a guy?! You heard a couple of fangirls and your friends scream beside you, wondering if Oikawa is looking at them.

You rolled your eyes, cringing at the behaviour of his fangirls. And yet, your eyes reluctantly moved back to him, and as soon as he noticed, he gave you a playful smirk, winking at you.

His fangirls freaked out, swearing up and down that he winked at them as you just kind of sat there, regretting looking at him again. You were about to shoot him an annoyed glare when one of his teammates hit the back of his head, yelling something you couldn't hear.

You huffed a laugh. That's what he gets for not paying attention.

You had quite a bit of trouble surviving the rest of the game, having to balance in between looking at the match and looking away to avoid making eye contact with him again.

After everyone around you suddenly began cheering the school name happily and the fangirls became obnoxiously loud, you knew your school won. You thanked the gods it was finally over and quickly got up, sliding through the crowd of fangirls to get the hell outta there.

You ignored your friends who were yelling your name, quickly getting off the stadium stands and making your way to the exit.

"Finally..." you thought as the exit of the stadium entered your vision.

You calmly walked to it without a care in the world, when you felt yourself being pushed lightly against the wall and hand making a *bang* noise as it hit the wall beside you.

The one pushing you to a wall is none other than Oikawa Tooru. You looked at him, eyebrows furrowing a bit.

He looked out of breath, panting heavily with slightly flushed cheeks. Did this guy seriously just run away from his coach and teammates to catch you before you could leave? His eyes had a wild gleam in them, one that made you feel like you were his pray. It was similar to the look he had in his eyes during the match. You shivered.

His face switched almost instantly into a flirty smile, and he breathlessly greeted you. The way he did that made you oddly unnerved. Is this how his opponents feel during a match, too?

He looked at you expectantly, confidently waiting for your reaction.

"What do you want?" you said, raising a brow. His eyes visibly widened for a second at your unbothered tone, and you smirked on the inside. "Oh, were you expecting me to freak out and ask to date you, perhaps?" you teased him in your head.

He quickly covered his surprise with another flirty smile. "Can I have your number, hmmm?" he said, leaning closer.

"And why should I give it to you?" you asked, turning your face away casually.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his cheeks flush red with embarrasment. "Oh come on, you know you want to." his tone sounded significantly less confident, even if he tried covering it up.

"Do I?" you said, smirking a little. You watched as his face flushed completely red. Seems he was completely embarrased by the fact his flirting attempts failed. He must not be used to his flirting failing.

God, you want to tease him right now.

"Well, um- I..." the rest of the sentence died off, and you were left just staring at each other awkwardly.

"If that's it, I'll be going now." you turned calmly and walked away, leaving a malfunctioning Oikawa all by himself. "Wait! Where are you going?!" you heard him yell behind you, clearly distressed.

In front of the door, you stopped walking, crossing your arms.

"Oh, and by the way, fake smiles don't suit you."

You pushed open the door, not looking behind you at all. As soon as you knew you were out of sight, you laughed to yourself.

How interesting. Very very interesting.

This turned out way more mean than I expected lol

Somehow I don't feel too proud of this one... I kinda hate writing mean readers like this but come on the DRAMAAAA 😫

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Expecting Life with their pregnant partner

Featuring Toru Oikawa, Atsumu Miya and

Daichi Sawamura

Toru Oikawa x pregnant GN! Reader; Atsumu Miya x pregnant GN! Reader; Daichi Sawamura x pregnant GN! Reader

Warnings: fluff, reader being a tiny bit reckless

A/N: i really loved the Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks version so I decided to expand it 😩 also thanks to @kingdaddydaichi for my current thighchi infatuation 🥲

Oikawa

“Hey love I’m home- oh my god YN are you ok?” Toru shouts as you look up from your positioned perched on the floor. He’s frantically throwing his bag to the ground while simultaneously trying to remove his shoes.

“Toru, calm down in fine!” You shout as your husband practically trips over his own feet trying to get to you as you sit on the floor. His hand goes to his chest when he sees what your doing, trying to calm himself and taking a seat on the couch.

“YN you nearly gave me a heart attack! Why are you painting your nails on the floor? I told you to go to the nail salon!” He scolded as you rolled your eyes and put the cap back on the polish.

“Toru, I have 5 weeks before my due date. I want to time my trips to get my nails done perfectly with my due date. I want to look nice when the baby gets here,” you pout as Toru shakes his head, rest his elbows on his knees.

“Love i’d pay for someone to come to the hospital to do you nails if it meant that much to you but you shouldn’t be getting on the floor like that when I’m not around,” he scolds as you glare back at him.

“I’ll have you know I’m perfectly capable of doing this on my own Toru!” You say, crossing your arms and turning your nose up at your husband.

“You want me to tell Iwa-Chan what you’ve been up too?” He says with a smirk as you neck snaps back, eyes widening

“You wouldn’t DARE!” You say and Toru takes out his phone.

“Say cheese darling,” he says before snapping a picture and showing it to you.

“Toru that’s not funny! Iwa will kick my butt if he finds out!” You whine.

“Then promise me this is the last time you’ll do this!” He says as he threatens to press send to his best friend.

You roll your eyes, resigning yourself the the fact that you have lost and nod in agreement.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it love,” Toru says before helping you off the ground, kissing your forehead lovingly.

Atsumu

Atsumu ran up the 3 flights of stairs to your shared apartment, not bothering to wait the extra few minutes for the elevator. When he received the phone call from Osamu saying, “don’t panic but Yn got hurt” every single thought flowed through this brain as he raced home to be with you.

“I’m here!! Where is Yn?” He said, slamming the door open as both you and Osamu jumped slightly at your husbands sudden entrance.

“Samu you freaking snitch!” You growled as Osamu rolled his eyes, moving out of the way as your husband closed in on you, examining you up and down for injuries, his vision landing on a towel in your hand.

“What the hell happened?” He shouted as you shushed him.

“Babe calm down! I’m fine, I literally just cut my finger while I was chopping up fruit it’s no big deal,” you said, as your husbands eyes landed on your hand.

“How deep is it? Do we need to take you the hospital? How much blood have you lost? Are you having any contractions? Is your waters broken?” Atsumu rattled out phrase after phrase as you just watched his panic stricken face.

“Sumu calm down would ya?!? It’s just a cut, nothing too deep or bad. Everything’s fine,” Osamu said as Atsumu’s head snapped to him.

“Then why did ya tell me?” He shouted back.

“I told ya not to panic ya idiot! I had it handled but I wanted you to know!” He said as he returned to your kitchen, putting away the onigiri he had brought you.

“YN why didn’t you just let Samu cut up your fruit baby? Ya knew he was comin!” Atsumu scolded as you frowned

“I can cut up fruit Sumu, I’m pregnant not helpless!” You said in return as Atsumu sighed.

“I know you’re not babe but please, I worry about ya being home when I’m at practice especially since I’m away from my phone. That’s why Samu comes to check on you. Please just promise me you’ll wait until I get home or Samu comes?” He begs as your instantly soften.

“Ok Sumu I promise,” you smile as your husband leans in, kissing your forehead.

“Gross get a room!” Osamu groans from the kitchen as Atsumu glares back at him.

“Why don’t cha get yourself a partner then it wouldn’t be so gross!” Your husband argues back.

You just sit there and sigh, resigning yourself to the fact that this, was in fact, your wonderful life.

Daichi

“Ummm- YN?” Your husband says as you studdenly bolt up, smacking your head on beam atop your attic.

“Ouch- crap, oh hey darling! How was work?” You say continuing to shift through boxes, your large belly serving as a stand as you move boxes from one location to another.

“It was fine, hey question- what the heck are you doing?” Your husband says, now standing on the top stair of the attic, as you finally find the box you were looking for.

“There it is!” You shout as you bring the box to your still very confused husband, “it’s the box of holiday decorations!”

Daichi gawked at you as you shifted your eyes from left to right, waiting for a response from your husband.

“YN it’s literally June, what do we need holiday decorations for?” He asks as you shrug.

“Well I was in the babies room and I was thinking about where to put the rocking chair. And then I got to thinking about how I’m to be rocking our baby to sleep in only a couple of months,” you said as Daichi tried to follow your logic.

“Ok babe but that still a few months away and we have yet to get to why you have holiday decorations out six months ahead of time?” He again questions.

“Well the baby is due in October and the last thing I’ll probably want to be doing is decorating for the holidays with a newborn. So I figured I’d decorate now and leave them up until next year,” you cheer, excited about your grand idea.

Daichi’s eyes widen as he tries to hold back a laugh, “ok babe well I’ll be around to help you in a few months so let’s just leave the decorations for now. And let’s not talk about how you shouldn’t even be up here. This attic is old and musty and what if you fell or something!”

You just roll your eyes and hand your husband the box, “your such a dad you know that! No wonder they called you ‘dadchi’ in high school.”

“No they didn’t Yn!” He protested

“Well not to your face love,” you laughed, heading down the stairs as you leave, your husband standing confused.

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xobrattymoonxo · 1 year

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Seijoh Six

Tw: Noncon, gangbang, anal, double penetration (same and different hole), creampie, unprotected sex, name calling

Please let me know if I missed anything!

Seijoh six x Fem!reader

Word count: 2.6K

Third Person Pov

It was late at night so she knew she shouldn’t have walked home alone from that frat party semi drunk, especially since the well known gang Seijoh has been going around causing problems in the city. Y/n had a bad feeling when she thought she had caught a glimpse of Hanamaki approaching her at the party, but alas, her friend Yukie abandoned her for a chance to sleep with her own crush. Y/n did try to call an uber but her card declined, so walking was the only option. She didn’t live far from campus, but far enough that it would be a terrifying walk home at almost 3am while intoxicated.

A car pulled up behind her and stopped. Y/n quickened her pace, stumbling a bit. She was sure she was about to die, so she ran. A man got out of the car and began to run behind her. She sped up but due to her being intoxicated she got really dizzy and tripped on a curb. Y/n fell face first onto the sidewalk. Another man got out of the car and ran up to her body, facedown on the sidewalk.

“Shit, make sure she's okay. Boss will be pissed if she’s hurt.” A man spoke from above her.

Another man reached out and picked her up. Y/n had a bloody nose.

“Give me your shirt Maki.” The large man holding her demanded.

“Why mine? You're the one holding her, Matsun.”

“Exactly, I am holding her idiot. Now hurry up before Yahaba gets out of the car.”

“Fine.” Hanamakii groaned.

He pulled his shirt off and gave Matsukawa it. He held it up to Y/n’s nose. Not knowing if she's conscious or not, Matsukawa picked her up and carried her the short way down the street to the car. Matsun tossed her into the back seat with ease. He climbed into the back seat with her as Maki climbed into the passenger seat.

“Let’s get out of here Yahaba.” Matsukawa spoke.

Yahaba stepped on the gas and drove as fast as he could back to headquarters.

Y/n was groaning in the back seat in pain with her possible broken nose. She was in so much pain it ended up making her pass out on the back seat, half in matsuns lap, half falling off the seat.

They arrived rather quickly to Headquarters. It was a huge mansion on the outskirts of Miyagi. It was pretty suspicious but Seijoh ran Miyagi with an iron fist. Maki was the first one out of the car. He opened the passenger door to see Matsukawa holding y/n’s head up.

“Is she even alive?” “Yeah, she’s breathing. Don’t worry. Let’s just get her inside to Oikawa.” Matsukawa said.

“Hurry up! Kyotani is waiting by the door now.” Yahaba said to the two.

Matsun carefully slid out from under Y/n and stepped out of the car. He picked up Y/n and carried her towards the door.

Kyotani stood holding open the door for the three men.

“What’s wrong with her nose, Matsukawa?” Kyotani asked.

“She fell on the sidewalk, she was really drunk when she left the party.”

“Oikawa is going to be pissed.” Kyotani said.

Matsukawa huffed as he walked into the house. He carried her down the stairs to the basement and into a dimly lit room. He placed her on the floor and tied her arms behind her back with the rope that was left there.

“We just have to wake her up now.” A voice spoke from behind him. He turned to see Iwaizumi and Oikawa standing there.

“She may have broken her nose.”

Iwaizumi bent down and looked at her nose.

“Definitely broken.” Iwaizumi said.

“I wanted her unharmed, but I guess a little broken nose is okay.” Oikawa said.

A few more men filled the room. Kyotani passed Oikawa a bucket and a cloth.

“Are you waterboarding her?” Hanamaki asked.

“It will wake her up, won’t it?” He said with a devilish smirk. Iwazumi rolled Y/n on her back and held her shoulders.

Oikawa placed the cloth over her mouth and began to pour water into it.

Y/n tried to jump up and gasp, but Iwaizumi was too strong. She kicked her feet crazy as she felt as if she was drowning. Oikawa had finally run out of water as he and Iwaizumi stood up. Y/n sat up and coughed crazily. She began to back away from the large semi circle of men, fearing what would come next.

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty.” Yahaba said with a laugh.

“What do you want from me?” Y/n asked, fear dripping from her voice.

“I just want you.” Oikawa said as he walked closer. Y/n scrambled to her feet as she looked Oikawa dead in the eyes and kicked him directly in the dick.

“FUCK! YOU LITTLE BITCH THAT HURTS!” He screamed out.

Y/n tried to make a daring run to the door as her shoulder was grabbed. She was quickly tossed down to the ground. She looked up to see Yahaba with a devious smirk on his face.

Oikawa got up and approached Y/n.

“I was going to go easy, but now that I know you like it rough, it's a different story.” Oikawa said,

“Please… just let me go.” Y/n begged.

“No, you’re ours now you little bitch.”

Oikawa bent down and began pulling off Y/n’s jeans. Iwazumi bent down and ripped her shirt in half. She laid in her bra and underwear on the cold cement floor.

“Look how hot and helpless she looks, boys. I’m having a turn first then she’s all yours.”

Oikawa pulled Y/n up and untied the rope. He pulled her shirt remains off and then unclasped her bra. He pushed her back down on the cement floor roughly. It's only ours now.” He said with a maniacal laugh.

“Look at your perfect body, Y/n. I can’t believe it’s all ours now.”

He places her left tit in his mouth as he begins to suck roughly. Oikawa grabs Y/n’s other tit in his right hand. He began to play with the nipple. Y/n moaned out as Oikawa laughed.

“Enjoying yourself?” He said between sucking Y/n’s tit and getting air.

“Common boss! Fuck her already!” Hanamaki shouts.

“Shut the fuck up.” Oikawa spat.

Oikawa reached down and ripped Y/n’s panties in half. He spread her legs open as he pushed between them. He shoved a finger in Y/n’s slightly wet pussy.

“Ahh.” Y/n moaned.

Oikawa smirked to himself as he shoved two more inside. He began to speed up. He curled his fingers inside as he pulled them in and out. Y/n was a moaning mess by this time. Oikawa was quick to bring Y/n to an orgasm, but right before she was about to cum, he pulled his fingers out. He placed them in his mouth as he moaned, tasting the flavor of Y/n’s pussy.

Oikawa pulled away as he began undoing his pants. Y/n began to back away. Oikawa grabbed her ankles and pulled her back towards himself. He lined himself up at her entrance and began to push in.

“Please stop! I don’t want this!” “You were just moaning like a dirty slut and your pussy is dripping.” Oikawa spat.

“No plea- oh MY GOD” She shouted as he fully pushed inside.

Oikawa grabbed Y/n’s hips as he picked up the pace. He wasn’t the thickest but he was indeed large. He was hitting her G spot along with her cervix. She began to moan even louder as he sped up.

He already felt himself getting close as Y/n was so tight and growing tighter by the second as she neared her orgasm as well. He moaned out as he pushed himself in one last time. Y/n felt him twitch inside her.

“Please… not inside.” She begged between breaths.

“I own you, I can do what I want, slut.” He spat in her face.

WIth that she felt hot ropes of cum shooting up into her cervix.His cum sent Y/n’s body in a frenzy, leading her to come undone too. Oikawa rode out their highs before he pulled out.

“So who’s next? Or will it be a group effort?” He asked the 5 men standing behind him.

Matsukawa was the first to move. He looked down at Y/n breathing heavily on the floor.

“I call dibs on her pussy.” He said.

“Matsukawa is hung like a horse, good luck.” Iwaizumi said.

Y/n’s eyes widen as Matsukawa pulls down his pants and boxers. His cock really was hung like a horse. She had no idea how she would even fit that inside her.

“Like what you see, little one?” He said cockily.

He bent down and grabbed your hips, lining himself up at her dripping entrance. She screamed out as he pushed inside her. He was much thicker than Oikawa and much longer. Matsukawa laughed as he continued to push inside her sensitive pussy. She began to cum instantly over his cock due to the size. Hanamaki moaned as she did so. He picked up the pace only pounding into her harder.

“God, she's tight.” He moaned out.

“A perfect doll for us to ruin.” Yahaba laughed.

Kyotani began to grow irritated just watching.

“Move over, I want a turn too.” He said as he pushed Matsukawa.

“Her pussy is mine.” He growled possessively.

“She has a perfectly good asshole that's not being used.”

“Please… no … no more.” Y/n begged between thrusts.

Kyotani got down on the floor and flipped Y/n on her side. Matsukawa continued to relentlessly pound into her. Kyotani spread her ass cheeks as he sucked on two fingers. He forced into her asshole without warming.

“Stop please, it hurts!” Y/n screamed.

“I can prep you or I can go in right away. Your choice.” Kyotani spat.

Y/n said nothing as Kyotani smirked. He forced the other finger in y/n’s tight asshole. She groaned out. Kyotani pulled out only a few seconds after due to his growing impatience. He pulled his cock out of his pants as he lined it up with Y/n’s back entrance. Matsukawa held to a stop and almost pulled all the way out of Y/n’s pussy.

Matsukawa and Kyortani looked at each other as they began to push in at the same time.Y/n screamed out at the pain as she held onto Matsukawa’s shirt. Kyotani began to push harder as he made it all the way inside. The two began to pump in and out slowly as Y/n began to cry from the pain and pleasure she felt.

Kyotani began to pound into y/n’s backside as matsukawa did it from the front. Yahaba approved them as he motioned for Matsukawa to move a bit. Yahaba wiggled his way in and pulled out his cock. He shoved it against Y/n’s mouth, forcing her to open her mouth.

“Use your teeth and I’ll kill you.” Yahaba threatened.

Y/n began to get pounded from all three holes as she cried harder. Matsukawa was now at a level where he was able to shove one of Y/n’s tits in his mouth. He roughly pinched the other one’s nipple until it began to bleed from how rough he was being. The one in his mouth was the same. He felt her crimson liquid on his tongue but that didn’t stop him. Yahaba continuously hit her broken nose as she was screaming out in pain. Yahaba felt her vibration from her mixed moans and screams and went faster.

“Fuck you feel so good.” Yahaba said.

“Probably would be better without your ass in my face.” Matsukawa spoke up.

“I’ll be quick.” Yahaba said back.

“Fuck shes so tight.” Kyotani groaned.

Yahaba was true to his words and was quick to spill his hot load down Y/n’s throat.Y/n felt herself grow closer as her two holes got tighter around the men. Matsukawa finally stopped with her bleeding nipples as he and kyotani looked at each other and nodded. They came in unison with each other, stuffing y/n’s hole full of cum while her orgasm hit. Y/n thought Matsukawa’s would never stop. The two pulled out at the same time, trying to keep their cum inside her.

“That felt amazing.” Matsukawa said huffing and puffing.

“Hurry up guys, I want a turn.” Hanamaki whined.

“She’s all yours.” Matsukawa motioned to her body laying on the floor panting.

“I want her pussy!” Hanamaki shouted excitedly.

“After Matsun? You’re brave.” Iwaizumi said.

“You gonna take her ass?” Matsukawa asked.

“Yes, I can’t wait to feel how tight the bitch is.” Iwaizumi said.

Iwaizumi walked over to Y/n. Her nose was bleeding and swollen again, her nipples dripping with blood and her holes leaking cum. She looked absolutely destroyed and he loved it. He couldn’t wait to destroy her asshole even more.

Iwaizumi slid his pants down as he lined himself up at her back entrance.

“Please.. I can’t take it anymore.” Y/n said just above a whisper.

“Oh I think you are capable of more. Actually Maki, I have something for us to try.” Oikawa said with an evil grin.

Hanamaki and Oikawa walked up to Y/n’s body and bent down close to her.

“Iwai, put her in your lap.” He does as he's told. “Now you guys go in first, then I go in, with Maki.”

“NO PLEASE!” Y/n tried to throw herself off iwazumi’s lap.

Iwaizumi wrapped his arms around her waist holding her on his lap, cock poking her asshole still. During the struggle fight, Iwaixumi somehow managed to slip inside her asshole. She froze up as crazy amounts of pleasure washed over her. This allowed Hanamkai to slip inside as well.

“Jesus Matsun! It's like a sticky pool in her!”

“Let me see.” Oikawa said as he began to force himself inside.

“Please! Please no!” Y/n cried.

Oikawa just laughed as he finally forced the tip inside. After he got the tip in he was quick to force the rest of himself inside next to Hanamaki.Y/n moaned out yet again as an orgasm washed over her body, squeezing them all tightly.

“Fuck” They all moaned in sync.

Y/n began crying again as Iwaizumi began to bounce her up and down on his cock.Oikawa and hanamaki began to move in unison as well.

“He does have a point, Horse cock. There's a lot of cum inside her right now.” Oikawa said as he felt her sticky walls half around him.

Then three began to thrust together inside her as she sobbed and came repetitively.

“The way this bitch is grasping me, I’ll cum sooner than I thought.” Iwaizumi muttered.

“Fuck same.” Hanamaki said.

The three didn’t get much further when another orgasm came over y/n, causing Hanamaki to spill his seed first. Close after Oikawa was cumming undone inside her pussy once again.

Both men pulled out as Iwaizumi kept going. His bounces became more erratic as cum spilled out from her pussy.

Iwazumi felt himself start twitching as he pulled her down on his cock for one final thrust, spilling his own load in her asshole next to Kyotani’s. She surprised everyone by squirting all over the floor in front of her.

“Wow the bitch has got powers.” Hanamaki said.

Iwaizumi pulled out as he placed her back down on the floor. He stands up and pulls his pants back up.

The six men now all standing close by the door as Hanamaki Unlocks it.

Before the door shuts Y/n hears one final thing,

“Tell Kindaichi, Kunimi and Watari she's ready for them now.”

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kira-fluff · 7 months

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comforting you after a break up - haikyuu!!

a/n: once again i have returned. fear my power. just kidding, school made me a ye bit busy especially trying to get by financially (who wants to pay my credit card bill? haha...) anyway, guess who had to dump their boyfriend? 🙋🏼‍♀️ it's me. had to hold back from putting "comforting" in quotations lol

kuroo tetsuro "come 'ere."

a sudden knock on kuroo's door made him jump. he was surprised to see you standing in the rain, completely drenched, but with a big smile on your face. he raised an eyebrow, letting out a little laugh, "why are you out here in the rain?" not answering his question, your smile grows wider. you throw up a peace sign, "guess who just got dumped!" it didn't come out like a question. your smile was stretched wide. unnaturally. kuroo looked you up and down. you hated the way sympathy and pain was strewn on his face. suddenly, he stretched out his arms, beckoning you into his arms. "come 'ere." he said softly, enveloping you in his big arms, your head against his chest. you could hear the steady beat of his heart under his thin shirt. like a dam that could no longer hold the flood, tears poured out of your eyes like the downpour behind you. you shoved your face against his chest in an attempt to muffle the sobs wracking your body. hiccups and shaking breaths escaped you along with wails of sadness that broke kuroo's heart. a selfish part of him told him he should be glad. he's had it bad for you since you became friends in your second year of middle school. but there was no joy in his heart. only pain. he wanted to take all your pain away... to see your smile again - your real smile - again. you didn't deserve this. you deserved someone who would love you unconditionally and not someone who lackadaisically decides to flake out of you whenever he chooses. "I'm ne-never g-gonna find s-someone who-who loves me" you said, letting out another heartbreaking sob, gripping his shirt as another breath wracked you, making you heave breaths rapidly. "I love you.." he said, but he wasn't sure you heard over the deluge. it didn't matter. you were here in his arms. you chose him - out of all the people you could have chosen - to comfort you. and that was enough for now. he squeezed you tighter, kissing the top of your head as he pulled you inside.

oikawa toru "well fuck him anyways! i never liked him." you slam the door to his apartment. he turns to you as you begin shouting, "CAN YOU BELIEVE IT, TORU?! HE HAS THE AUDACITY TO TRY TO BREAK UP WITH ME WHEN I CAUGHT HIM CHEATING!" oikawa is already up on his feet, just as angry as you. "WHAT THE FUCK!? HE CHEATED? OH I'M GONNA GO BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF HIM" "OIKAWA, oikawa, stop, okay? it's.. it's whatever. you've seen the texts. I've had a hunch for a long time anyway." "but he deserves it." "I know, but I'm.. I'm just tired toru. I just can't right now. can we just watch a movie?" he stared at you for what felt like an eternity before beckoning you to the couch. you took a seat next to him. oikawa is a little selfish, so he'd be lying if he wasn't a little glad you broke up with him, not only because that guy is a useless piece of shit, but also because that meant he had an opportunity to show you how good he can be to you - as more than a friend. "well fuck him anyways. I never liked him." he said, pulling you into his arms, lying both of you down onto the sofa as he flicked the tv on, scrolling through shows to watch. he squinted, trying to search for a good one when he heard a sniffle. in his surprise, he dropped the remote onto the floor. "hey, hey, hey.. look at me." you slowly turned your head up to him, your bottom lip jutting out. indents lay in your chin as your lip quivered. "you can cry." and with that, you let out a quiet sigh, and cried into his shoulder. "thank you..." you said. "I'll always be here. you know that. i treat you better than he ever did." he didn't mean to have it come out that way, but you ignored it, too engrossed in your feelings to acknowledge if what he said had any double-meaning.

miya atsumu "I TOLD you that guy was no good!" sorry, but atsumu appears to care more about the fact that he was "right all along" rather than the fact that you broke up with the guy. at least, on the surface. it isn't until you start crying that he feels like a complete asshole for doing a little victory dance in his head when he heard of your split. "I know, ok! I know you were right! but that doesn't make me feel any better. I just feel like a complete idiot." he stopped. "I-i'm sorry. yer not an idiot. I guess.. 've just been jealous this whole time, ya know?" before you had a chance to speak, continued, "'ve like ya for so long. seriously every single time I think about ya since like middle school I've always had to hold myself back from smiling. sometimes when I look at ya I just wanna kiss ya until you forget about that asshole." you stared at him in disbelief. when you finally snapped out of your reverie, you grabbed his hand, leading it to your waist. your other hand went to his neck, pulling him down to kiss you. strangely, the shittiest day ever turned out to be so much more than that - the day you got together with the man who (unbeknownst to you at the time) you'd spend the rest of you life with.

miya osamu "...want some chocolate?" as you sat blowing tissues in his bedroom, he could only stare. to be honest, his only way of comforting was food and physical affection. so he was doing his best to give loads of both. you were recovering from your sobs when he sighed. "....want some chocolate?" his question seemed more like he knew you already did, so when he stood up even before you nodded, you weren't surprised. you followed him to the kitchen where he began to make homemade chocolates like it was Valentine's Day (or white day, I guess). after some comfortable silence, you said, "I feel like... weirdly better now? like, free in a way. i feel like he always had a way of putting me down." osamu let out a grunt. he didn't want to say anything about the fucker that would go too far, but damn did he have to hold his tongue. that asshole was always gaslighting you and was borderline emotionally abusive what with all his manipulation. but bringing that up now would only make you upset. it would force you to relive all of those shitty memories. he took in a deep breath when all of a sudden your arms wrapped around him, your chest against his back. "thank you." was all you said for a while. he nodded. "osamu, I think it's always been you." "....what'da mean?" you only answered with a nuzzle against his toned back, leaving his to wonder what you'd meant, but decided to leave it at that for today. maybe tomorrow you'd be ready to discuss the meaning behind it all.

suna rintaro "good." "I'm sorry, what?" "I said, 'good.'" "that's really mean, rin." "I don't care. I've been waiting too long to give a fuck about that guy's feelings. he had it coming; you should've dumped him a long time ago." "what do you mean?" "you really don't know?" your voice raised in anger, "NO. I don't KNOW, rin." "does this answer your question?" he said, grabbing your cheeks. his lips pressed against yours violently, messily, like he was angry. you stared at him dumbfounded. "I thought you didn't like me like that." he sighed, letting out a disbelieving laugh, "seriously? you literally rejected me." "no I didn't!" by now you'd already forgotten about the break up, instead arguing with suna over who liked each other first, what was a lie, and what was true... I guess suna had his own way of comforting you, but it was also incredibly self-indulgent.

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cottonlemonade · 2 months

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Stuck At The Airport

word count: 1057 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Oikawa x chubby!Reader

genre: very suggestive, smut-ish, established relationship

warnings: mdni, nsfw

synopsis: you tease Oikawa over the phone while he is just aching to get home to you

a/n: I had a draft for Kuroo and Oikawa and liked them both, sorry if they’re too similar 🫠

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You closed the front door with an exhausted sigh, dropping your bag onto the floor. Looking forward to two weeks off you shuffled to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. The snow was whirling against the kitchen window and the frost settled on the sill.

You leaned against the counter waiting for the water to boil when you got a text from your boyfriend.

Tooru: Flight was canceled, stuck at the airport, I am so sorry, princess. I'll be home tomorrow, I promise. I love you ❤️x

Attached to the message was a picture of him pouting.

You groaned inwardly - you hadn't seen each other in weeks because he was away for a tournament and you were aching to be with him.

You missed him so much. This weather in particular called for serious cuddle time with your significant other.

After typing out a just as pouty response, you went to take a long hot shower to wash all the stress of the week away.

Oikawa was sitting at the airport, bored and antsy, bouncing his leg.

He wanted to be home with you. No stress, no hurry, just… you and him, cuddled up inside with a nice glass of wine, snuggling on the couch watching a movie and then spending the night making you forget your own name over and over...

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of these kinds of thoughts. It only made the wait seem longer.

He leaned his head against the wall, staring off into the distance, hardly registering the music over his headphones.

He closed his eyes trying to maybe catch some sleep to make the time go by faster.

A short buzz informed him of an incoming message.

At first glance it was just a picture of your bed, the headboard, slightly wonky from various intimate nights, decorated with fairy lights. It was cozy, sweet and made him feel warm inside. He wanted to be there with you.

For a minute he thought that you might snuggle up with a pillow and watch a movie without him, then he noticed something else that sent an electric pulse through his body.

On the inviting bedding glowed a small purple charging light that caught his eye. It belonged to a little something he gifted you before the last time he had to travel.

His throat suddenly felt very tight and he made sure to turn his phone so that no one could accidentally glance at his screen.

The line under the picture read:

You: Guess what I'm doing.

Tooru: My job.

Another buzzing announced a FaceTime call and swallowing hard he picked up.

You were smiling into the camera, hair damp from the shower, dressed in your favourite lacy nightgown, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"I'm guessing you're not alone."

He shook his head, his lips dry.

"Well in that case, baby, we’re gonna go back to the thrilling days of radio and you just gotta listen."

Oikawa’s eyes went dark at the implication and shifted in his seat, taking off his jacket and draping it over his lap. He wanted to tell you to stop, whine and complain that it was unfair and mean and not the right time but… the low hum of the small pink toy, your shallow breaths and quiet moans shut him up. He turned his phone around, so the screen was hidden from view (a crime really because he wanted nothing more than to watch you - but he did remember to make sure to start a screen recording), closed his eyes and listened.

You were gonna pay for this as soon as he got home.

It was a little before three in the morning when he finally unlocked the front door and stepped into the dark foyer.

The familiar smell of you made his heart jump and he hurried to take off his jacket and shoes, considering for a moment to take off his shirt to cut down on time. But he smirked thinking about how much you loved undressing him yourself so he made his way to the bedroom, anticipation tensing every muscle.

You were laying on your stomach, dressed in that short white nightgown from the afternoon, the blanket crumpled next to you. He swallowed, somehow his mouth felt too dry and too wet at the same time.

Oikawa sat at the edge of the bed, thinking about how to wake you without startling you too much. But he was also hungry… in the end he chose to run his warm hand along your plush inner thigh, while kissing your shoulders and exposed neck. His fingers just shy of where he desperately wanted to be he continued to rub, squeeze and kiss until you slowly woke up.

"Hey princess.", he said quietly, smiling against your soft skin.

"Baby, welcome back.", you mumbled happily. Turning to him you rubbed your eyes and stifled a yawn.

Oikawa licked his lips as he let his gaze wander over your body. The three weeks apart themselves had not been the problem. It was the promise of your warm form pressed against him and your teasing that made it insufferable.

"I missed you."

"I missed you more, baby." He leaned in for a kiss, bringing his hand further up between your legs and grinned at your moans.

"Do you wanna play a game?", he asked in that special teasing voice that he knew had you surrendering every time.

"What kind of game?"

He chuckled and kissed your neck again, applying more pressure with his hand, making you gasp for air.

"I like to call it Letting the neighbors know I’m back."

You let out the most adorable giggle that might have stopped his heart if all of his blood hadn’t already rushed somewhere else.

"Yes, sounds good."

He took his hand away and looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

"Y-yes, daddy."

"Good girl. But first, I think I should make you pay for what you did to me yesterday, don’t you think?"

He reached into your bedside drawer and took out the small pink toy you had teased him with.

"Be good, princess, and I'll reward you after."

With a devilish grin he pulled you towards him and leaned down for a deep kiss, setting the toy against your clit, pressing the button to start.

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 9 months

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𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾

{ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾. }

up and coming star oikawa who gets the neighborhood girls coming up to his door, like always, but even more so since he started to get traction outside of your city. girls askin to go out with him, be his arm candy or be in his videos all of them except the one he really wants— you.

granted you and him never really talked or hung out before apart from that one time for a school project, but that one time was special to him, and he knew from the way you avoided him and the other athletes that tried to come up to you and chat you up, that you weren’t the type be the center of attention, which he was right about.

you didn’t like the spotlight, at all, the pressure, judginess and mean comments wasn’t for you, so he was ecstatic when he got an rsvp, an invitation, to your new original clothing shop saying you wanted a small reunion, to have a chill party for your success. he jumped right on it, telling his manager he’d be off the grid for a day or two and drove two cities over to your opening.

it was a cute little gathering, there was champagne, appetizers and there were two racks of clothes set out, a few mannequins sporting outfits. you had some of your family and friends and he also recognized a few people from school, he had finally got a moment with you to himself, wanting you to converse with your guests before he hopefully took up the rest of your time.

you’re sat in a temporary booth when oikawa awkwardly walked over, sliding into the seat. "soo.. great turnout right?" you nod giggling when you see him sweat drop. "yes it is, i’m actually very proud of myself." he agrees looking around the store.

"and you should be, this is amazing! i never knew that you did stuff like this, or that you were even into fashion you probably don’t remember me.. but i’m toru oikawa, from 203 science." he rambles his hand rubbing the back of his neck your gentle voice pulling him from his thoughts.

"yea i remember you oikawa. you were popular back then, now you’re famous. i had always wondered where you went." he chuckle dryly. "yea high school.. i’m on a break from volleyball right now i coach occasionally, but i’m a model. ya know, posing and stuff?" you tease a smile on your lips. "yea, i know posing and stuff."

he pauses before looking at you. "i would’ve never thought you would’ve given me an invite. i honestly thought i wasn’t even on your radar, you never really hung out with me so it’s surprising that my crush held for this long." your eyes widened when he paled. "you had a crush on me?" the cat was out of the bag and he was too old to be acting like he was still in high school so he confessed while looking off into the distance.

"i mean yea i had a crush on you, a huge one at that. you were cool and quiet, you didn’t care about the popularity and labels but it was like you were avoiding me whenever we were in school." you laugh heartily before scoffing in disbelief.

"i can’t believe you had a crush on me.. i liked you too, but you were always out in the open and had at least 6 girls on your arms, i guess the timing just wasn’t right." he looked at you astonished, a clumsy smile setting on his lips, he held his hand open on the table reaching out to you.

"i mean.. we’re both here right now and not to brag but my crush is still growing, getting stronger by the moment actually." you laugh looking to him then his hand grabbing it, a soft smile on your face. "what a coincidence."

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

#city.writes #black writers #oikawa x black!reader #oikawa x black fem!reader #tw black reader #tw not for non blacks 😒#black reader #black fem reader #x black reader #x black fem reader #black yn #oikawa #toru oikawa #oikawa haikyuu

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seijohneko · 6 months

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The One That Got Away

At 15, Tooru Oikawa has one goal and one goal only: defeat Shiratorizawa.

That is until he's forced to attend club recruitment and his to do list gains a bullet-make the captain of the girls' swim club fall for him.

Just his luck she's a third year who plans on graduating early.

Good thing he was never one to back down from a challenge.

Part 1-Across a crowded room

"I still don’t see why we need to go to this thing-we literally only came to this school to play volleyball.” Oikawa whined to the ceiling as they waited in line to file into the gym for club recruitment.

“Can you go five seconds without complaining about something?” Iwaizumi snapped from behind him. “All us being here means is that we're not in class.”

“Hmm, good point.” Oikawa nodded, and then the line moved. They made their way to their seats and sat facing the small stage to await their would-be recruiters.

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All in all, Oikawa would have rather stayed in class.

At least in class, there was new information or a chance to be mentally stimulated. Here, it was just an endless parade of pointless, just like he’d thought it would be. Club after club making their recruiting pitches and talking about their activities…tedium on a scale his 15 year old mind was not able to handle without wandering.

A round of applause roused him from his stupor, and a group of kids in soccer gear shuffled their way off the stage.

“Our last group will be the girls' swimming club.” The vice principal said, and Iwaizumi elbowed him as he let out an audible groan.

“Dude.” He complained, but Iwaizumi just kicked his foot in response. Oikawa rolled his entire head around before settling his gaze back on the stage.

Then, the entire universe froze.

The girls' swim team were wearing their warm ups over their swimsuits, but it was enough. To their credit, most of the girls ignored the whispers and gasps that came over the assembled first years as they took the stage, but in that moment, only one of them even existed.

The girl who had just stopped time made her way to the podium, and as her body was obscured by the wood, Oikawa was able to blink again.

“Dude-shut your mouth you perv.” Iwaizumi hissed next to him.

He complied automatically without taking his eyes off the girl. Her light brown hair gleamed with a reddish tint under the harsh fluorescents, and while he couldn’t tell for sure what color they were from this far away, he could at least tell her eyes were bright.

“Hi everyone! I’m Keiko Taniguchi!”

Though her mouth kept moving, Oikawa didn’t hear anything after her name.

Keiko Taniguchi.

The name was burned into his mind forever now. He knew it.

She finished talking; Oikawa couldn’t be sure if it had been minutes, hours or days, but she was moving again, and his eyes followed as she loped to the end of the line of other swimmers.

“Dude!”

His world tipped sideways, and the next thing he knew, he was being held up by Iwaizumi, having nearly collapsed into his lap as he slid off his chair. He shook his head a little, and reality came rushing back as the swim team vanished off-stage.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Iwaizumi demanded, shoving him off. Oikawa straightened up.

“Let’s go to their table.” He said, jumping to his feet just as the vice principal dismissed them to do so.

“What happened to ‘what’s the point of being here?’” Iwaizumi mocked him, but he wasn’t listening, already looking around over the heads of the crowd to find the girls' swim club table.

He spotted them nearest the door and made a beeline, not really caring if Iwaizumi was keeping up.

“Hi boys!” A different girl greeted as they approached, but Oikawa ignored her, stopping in front of the girl who had been speaking on stage.

“Hello.” Iwaizumi said to the girl who had welcomed them before glaring at Oikawa.

“I’m Tooru Oikawa.” He said to Keiko Taniguchi. “Can I be your manager?”

Keiko smiled at him, and he checked to see what color her eyes were as she stared. Deep, honey gold perfection with just a hint of green around the edges. Iwaizumi could only blink at him.

“Uh, hi, Tooru Oikawa, I’m Keiko Taniguchi, and I don’t see why not. Do you know much about swimming?” She asked, looking a little embarrassed, presumably by his forwardness.

“I know why not, you idiot, we’re already on the volleyball team.” Iwaizumi stepped up beside him and smacked him in the back of the head.

“Ow.” Oikawa groaned, rubbing at the spot. Keiko laughed, and suddenly, his head didn’t hurt anymore.

“Well, I guess that answers that question.” She said. Oikawa frowned.

“I can do both.” He snapped, defiant. Iwaizumi hit him again.

“You can not.” he said gruffly.

“He’s right, you can only be in one sports club.” Keiko said, and Oikawa might have been imagining it because he wanted to, but he could swear she sounded a little disappointed.

“I’ll quit volleyball then.” He said. “Ow! Would you stop that?!”

This time, Iwaizumi had punched him in the arm, hard.

“You are not going to quit playing volleyball to go be a swimming manager, you idiot, I don’t care how pretty you think she is.”

Heat flooded Oikawa’s face as Keiko laughed again.

“It’s okay, I’d much rather someone stay an athlete than become a manager anyway. I’ll come watch some games as long as you guys promise to come to some meets.” She said, mercifully ignoring the rest of what Iwaizumi had blurted.

“Oh, we’ll be sure and do that.” Iwaizumi said, feeling a little awkward himself at his outburst and trying to salvage the interaction. “Goodbye, miss.” He added. He seized Oikawa by the collar and started to walk.

“Yeah, we’ll see you around!” Oikawa called back as he let himself be steered away.

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The second they made it out of the gym, Iwaizumi let go of him only to round on him.

“What the hell was that?! I’ve never seen you get so weird about a girl before, let alone a third year. Quit volleyball? Seriously?”

Oikawa merely shrugged.

“Yeah, I’ll admit, that was maybe a little far. But you mark my words Iwa…I don’t care how long it takes or what I have to do, I’m going to marry that girl.”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and started off toward their classroom. Iwaizumi snorted and then fell in step with him.

“Yeah, ok man, whatever you say.”

#haikyuu #oikawa tooru #oikawa x oc #oikawa x reader #reader is a character though don't get it confused #I just want the tag #fic #oc #iwaizumi hajime

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doyouknowbtsswag · 9 months

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Secret 2 |Tooru Oikawa|

Part 1

“I think we should talk when we get home” Daichi said sternly which made me softly nod.

“Let’s board the bus everybody” He said as everyone grabbed their things.

I walked behind the group glaring at Hinata and Kageyama along with the look of despair. They had no right to interfere with my relationships. I’m sure they didn’t mean it with bad intentions but it was unfair. I wanted to tell Daichi on my own terms. We got on the bus and I sat on the window seat deciding to block everyone out. I put on my earbuds and looked outside. The boys were loud with Daichi having to scold them. Once we made it back to Karasuno we unpacked the bus. I said goodbye to some of the teammates who left. I threw my backpack over my shoulder waiting for Daichi so we could walk home. I saw him say goodbye to Sugawara and walk over to me. He started walking home with me catching up. He ignored me the whole time as if I was a ghost. Once we made it home he finally acknowledged me.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked looking me dead in the eye.

“I didn’t know how to approach telling you-“

“But you should’ve.” His grip on the table made his knuckles white.. “out of all people to”

“He isn’t a bad guy!” I said defending Oikawa.

“You’re basically rooting for Aoba Johsai!” He slammed his hand on the table.

“That’s not true! I want you to win! I’ll always cheer for Karasuno.”

“Yeah whatever,” He said pushing past me harshly as he walked to his room not letting me explain anything.

I sighed wanting to cry wishing Daichi would understand. I was so close with my brother. It was like nothing would get between us but I was wrong. I dragged myself to my room just wanting to sleep. I closed my door and locked it. I threw my bag to the side and jumped on the bed. Before I could get comfortable a knock on the window stopped me from getting underneath the blanket. I groaned as I got up from the bed and opened the door seeing Oikawa in front of me.

“You know you can come in it’s always unlocked,” I said softly stepping aside so he could come in and closed it shut when he was fully in the room.

“You should lock it so nobody comes in at night.” He said gently sitting on my bed.

“I keep it unlocked so you can come in” I replied sitting next to him.

“Your to sweet” He wrapped his arms around me and leaned back in my bed. “Just like the chocolate I got you”

“You didn’t have to” I hugged his waist putting my head on his chest muffling my words. He ran his fingers through my hair.

“What’s wrong?” He suddenly said. “You looked like you wanted to cry when leaving the court and when you opened the window.”

“It’s a long story” I whispered.

“I’m all ears” He replied rubbing my back. “My parents think I’m at a friend's house”

“Hinita and Kageyama heard us in the hallway and told Daichi about it.” I let out a shaky sigh. “And Daichi was not happy. He ignored me the whole time home and then when we came back here we got into a argument”

“Mhm,” He hummed making sure I knew he was listening.

“I tried to explain myself but he kept cutting me off and wouldn’t let me talk,” I said and started to cry. “I knew he wouldn’t be happy about it but I didn’t think he would be that upset. I thought he would understand. I’m so close to him I feel like it’s shattered now because I didn’t tell him.”

“I’m sure it just caught him off guard and he didn’t know what to say,” He said.

“Do you really think so?” I asked sniffling.

“I know so” He pulled away from the hug and looked at me his hand cupping my cheek. I looked at him his eyes were soft and caring. He wiped away any tears that had fallen on my face. “I’ve seen how close you two are it’s probably the brotherly instinct and the fact that it’s me” He chuckled.

“I hope he’ll accept it” I whispered.

“He will eventually, it’s my fault if it was someone else it wouldn’t be that much of a big deal,” He said rubbing his thumb softly against my cheek.

“I’ll convince him when he cools off. Who knows-“

“Hey Y/n? Can I come in?” I heard Daichi say softly cutting me off.

“Y-yeah one sec!” I said quickly pushing Oikawa into my closet and closing it. “Be quiet okay?” He just nodded. I opened the door for Daichi and saw his face full of regret.

“I’m sorry for earlier it’s just stressful times.” He sighed walking in my room and sitting on the bed where I left the chocolate. “This is my last year and I don’t want to lose. I want to win the championships so bad and that’s all I thought about when it was Oikawa so I guess I hated that you’re dating him. I was upset that you didn’t tell me sooner as well.”

“I know you both aren’t on great terms.” I said nervously.“I was going to tell you after the season so it wouldn’t be awkward for both sides.”

“I shouldn’t have acted as I did and again I’m sorry.” He smiled softly opening his arms out.

I hugged him the secret burden lifted from my chest. I pulled away and smiled.

“You’re forgiven” I crossed my arms. “Just please don’t do it again.”

“I won’t” Daichi stood up and made his way out. “But if that bastard does anything to you he’ll literally get a spike to his head.”

Oikawa shivered in the closet hearing that whole sentence.

“Don’t worry about it” I smiled.

“Sleep well”

“You too,” I said as he officially left. I waited a bit before looking at the closet. “Your good to come out” I whispered.

“Your brother is scary” He whispered climbing out of the closet.

“It’s okay I ain’t let anything happen to you,” I said opening my arms which he gladly went into.

“I know I’m definitely his target next time we have a game.”

I giggled as we gently rocked back and forth. In the end, everything worked out. I didn’t have to fight for my relationship or lie. Everything was peaceful and fine.

“Thank you for being here for me.” I smiled looking at him.

“I’ll always be here no matter where I am.” He smiled holding my cheek. “No matter what I’m doing. I’ll drop everything for you even if I’m in a match.”

“I love you,” I said wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I love you too” He smiled kissing me. I kissed him back.

“Hey Y/n what do you-“ Daichi walked in half way through us kissing making us both pull away.

“Oikawa!”

“Oh shit”

“Daichi, hey there,” Oikawa said nervously rubbing his neck. “I’m just gonna head out”

“Get back here!” Daichi chased him to the window.

“See ya later” Oikawa winked at me as he climbed out the window.

#haikyuu imagines #oikawa tooru #oikawa torū #oikawa imagine #oikawa fluff #oikawa x y/n #haikyuu oikawa #haikyu x reader #oikawa fic #oikawa toru x you #oikawa x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x you #haikyuu tooru #haikyuu #haikyuu daichi #hq daichi #daichi x reader #oikawa

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xxmaddyxx · 2 years

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🌸after practice🌸

summary: hq boys coming to your house after a hard practice includes: oikawa, bokuto contains: some swearin masterlist

Oikawa Tooru

you know him, usually even the harder practices don't bother him

but his knee had been bothering him a bit more than usual lately and both you and the coach told him to take it easy

but since when does this mf listen to advice like that

Aoba Johsai had a tournament coming up and the practices became more vigorous as the date approached

He was attending practice, handling school, and balancing a part-time job while trying to not let you feel neglected

poor baby was trying his hardest

You decided he needed to take it easy for a little bit and invited him over to bake milkbread

After practice ok bb?

Ok thats fine

So, you showered bcs you ran errands earlier that day and put on comfy clothes

about two hours later, he texted he was on the way and you saw his car pull up into your driveway

you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement because you two haven't gotten a chance to do something like this in a couple weeks

he knocked on your front door and you opened it, immediately hugging him

"Holy shit, you need to shower." you giggled and backed away

"Well, I came here right after practice, like I promised. You mind if I use your bathroom?"

"No, please go ahead." He pecked your nose and you stepped aside letting him through.

While he was showering, you put on a movie for background noise

He came out with damp hair, "Um, y/n?"

"Hm?"

"I didn't bring any clothes."

"Are you serious?" You turned around. "Can you fit into my pajama pants? I have one of your sweatshirts, and a pair of your boxers."

"Is that where my favorite pair went?"

"Maybe." You came back with his boxers, sweatshirt, and your pajama pants. "They're big on me, so you should be fine."

He came back after changing to find you on your phone laying on the couch.

He slithered under your arms, "Hi!"

"Hi! When do you wanna make milkbread?"

"Mm, later. Right now I wanna lay down, felt like I haven't done it in ages." He was right too, you combed his brown locks with your nails and rubbed his back.

"It feels so nice to see you again, like I've seen you, but I haven't seen you, you know."

"Yeah, I feel the same. How was practice?"

"Exhausting, Iwa-chan kept hitting my head with the ball "accidentally", and I did a lot of jump serve practice, which took a lot out of me."

And you could tell he was tired, his grip on your waist wasn't as tight as usual and most of his body was limp on top of you."

A few minutes later, you heard quiet snores coming from him

You kissed his head, maybe milkbread can wait

Bokuto Koutarou

baby owl was beat

he rode to practice with Akaashi, but he had to go to work after, so Bokuto asked you to pick him up

and ofc you drove to the gym and he was outside of it, waiting patiently for you (like a kindergardener at carpool)

He opened the door and boy did he smell bad

You dramatically coughed and rolled down the windows

"What?" He kissed you on the cheek

"I love you, but you smell terrible." You laughed with the collar of your shirt over your nose.

"Well, the sooner we get back to your place, the sooner I can shower." He let out a dramatice 'hmph!' and pouted in the passenger seat of your car.

it lasted the whole way back

You pulled into your driveway, "Go, now, take my keys and head straight to the shower before you stink up my house." (you would think you're being dramatic but his B.O. was real)

You sat on your bed and scrolled through your notifications

he came around the corner with sweatpants and wet hair, towel in hand

"Really?" You smiled, he nodded and sat in front of your bed

You took the towel and dried his hair for him

when you were done, he got up and sat on your bed, "Now, can we cuddle?"

"Hm, let me check." You sniffed his hair and his neck, "Yeah, I guess." He laid down and pulled you on top of him.

"How was your day?" He asked.

"It was good, I went shopping with Kiyoko and got some groceries. How was yours?"

"I'm exhausted, I went on a jog this morning not knowing that practice was going to be constant movement."

"You didn't get any breaks?"

"No, we did. It's just I wanna sleep really badly."

"Then sleep."

"But I wanna hang out with you."

"It's okay, we can hangout when you wake up."

"Ok, I'm holding you to that."

and with that you both basically conked out

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klutzykozume · 2 years

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nice to meet you

featuring: platonic!first yr!oikawa x fem!reader, first yr!mattsun x fem!reader (kinda)

warnings: mild language

length: ~1.3k

read this? not necessarily to understand the story, but it is about the group

playlist

“[l/n], you will be paired with oikawa”

you sigh and turn your head towards the boy. it’s not that you didn’t like him, you were actually pretty good friends with him, you didn’t like the other things that came from interacting with him. you hear the girl sitting behind you sigh, grumbling something about how she wishes she was his partner. a tap on your shoulder brings your attention to your new partner.

“hello, you’re [l/n], right?”

this causes you to roll your eyes, “no, you must be mistaking me for someone else.”

“you’re no fun [n/n]-chan,” the boy pouts at you. this causes the girl behind you to grumble something else out. you turn in your seat to face her,

“i will gladly change partners with you. since you want to be partnered with oikawa so badly.”

the girl’s eyes light up as she looks between you and oikawa, “really? i’d gladly switch partners with you [l/n]!”

the teacher speaks up, “alright, now that everyone has met their partners, here are the rules. no one is switching partners. not only is this a project, it’s a way of finding someone who can you communicate with if for whatever reason you need help with class. does anyone have any questions?” she scans the room, waiting for someone to speak up. “perfect! just as a heads up, this project it due next friday. i hope you all have a great weekend.”

your classmates flood out of the classroom, leaving you and oikawa behind. he turns to you, “do you want to stay and watch practice? we can get a jump on the project if you want. i can even walk you to your place when it’s over.”

“as tempting as that offer sounds, i’m going to have to pass. i really don’t want to get caught up with your fan girls again this year oikawa,” you stand up from your seat and stretch.

“it’s okay,” oikawa offers you a small smile, “i’m sorry for dragging you into this.”

“hey, if i really didn’t want to go through with the trouble i would drop you. we’re not friends for nothing tooru,” you drag him out of the classroom. you stop abruptly to keep yourself from running into the person in front of you, but a whining oikawa causes you to bump into said person anyway.

“i’m sorry about that,” you look up at who you bumped in to. “oh, it’s just you. here he’s your problem now.”

iwaizumi rolls his eyes, “what’s he grumpy about now?”

“he’s just being over dramatic as always,” you chuckle.

“hey! i’m standing right here you know!” oikawa pouts.

“whatever loserkawa. call me when you get home, we can gather some ideas over facetime. see you you later iwa,” you wave at both boys, starting on your walk home.

you were sitting at your desk, watching a youtube video on your laptop when you get a facetime call. you answer the call and get met with a semi-distracted oikawa.

“nice pajamas,” you smile at the boy on the screen.

oikawa had showered before calling you and from what you can see he had on an alien t-shirt with a pair of black shorts. your comment caused his eyes to snap back to his screen, “you’re one to talk. besides, there’s nothing wrong with my pajamas, you’re just a hater!”

“okay, what ever you say your highness. have you thought about what we should do for our project?” your start clicking at your laptop, creating a new google doc to share with oikawa.

oikawa rolls his eyes before talking about a few ideas he’s been juggling between.

“those are actually really good ideas. i like the second one you mentioned, did you want to start there? also, i just shared a document with you, you should be able to type in it.”

you and oikawa had been working with one another for almost half an hour. as you were writing something down on a piece of scrap paper you found, you hear loud banging, followed by the sound of a door opening coming through the computer.

“your favorite person has arrived!” a voice you don’t recall hearing before come through your speaker.

you watch as the following unfolds before your eyes: a boy with pink hair comes into the room followed by iwaizumi and another boy with messy hair. the boy with pink hair wraps an arm around oikawa’s shoulder.

“oh that’s funny, i don’t see nicki minaj anywhere,” oikawa quips at the boy. this draws a small laugh out of you.

he huffs before getting off of oikawa, not before taking a peek at his laptop screen.

“how did you guys get in here anyway. i remember locking the doors when i came in and im the only one home,” oikawa turns in his seat to interrogate the three boys.

iwaizumi holds up a lanyard with a few keys on it, “you gave me a key, remember?”

“yeah, for emergencies!” oikawa huffs.

“this was an emergency, we were bored,” the boy with messy hair comments.

“yeah, so finish up with your girlfriend so we can hang out,” the boy with pink hair lays across oikawa’s bed.

“one, she’s not my girlfriend. two, we’re working on a project,” oikawa spins back around in his chair to face you.

“on a friday?” the boy, whose name you learned was makki, scrunches his face up.

“yes, because unlike you i intend on getting better than average grades. this is one way how,” oikawa teases as he starts to click around on his screen, pulling up the document you both were working in again. he notices a comment you made in bold letters.

who’s the cutie with the dark hair?

“iwa?” oikawa looks at you through the screen. he watches as your eyes widen before shaking your head, deleting the comment you wrote quickly.

“what?” iwaizumi looks up from his phone to look at oikawa.

“could you hand me my charger? my laptop is about to die and i really don’t want to get up,” oikawa looks at the document again.

i know iwaizumi, dumbass. the other one. with the curly hair

he sees your comment disappear almost as quickly as it appears.

“here,” iwaizumi hands oikawa the charger he needed. oikawa takes the time to plug in his laptop so he avoids any suspicion. when he checks the document your comment is written again.

i’m talking about the one with the curly hair

oh, you mean mattsun

is he in the same grade as us?

you can see a look of excitement flash across oikawa’s eyes.

yeah, he’s in class 1-2.

“it’s getting late, and you have company over now. i think we should call it a night,” you finally speak, catching the attention of all of the boys in the room. you knew oikawa would want to talk more about why you’re interested in the boy, so you wanted to shut that down as soon as possible.

oikawa deleted the conversation you both had and waves his new friends over. mattsun and makki make their way over to him.

“i want you guys to meet [y/n]. she’s one of my friends, so you’ll probably see her around,” oikawa watches as a panic look flashes across your face.

“hey, i’m makki. i can’t believe you’re willingly putting up with this guy,” makki points at oikawa who pushes makki lightly. “it’s nice to meet you though.”

“it’s uh, nice to meet you too. maybe i can meet you in person one day,” you offer a small smile.

“hi, my name is matsukawa. or you can call me mattsun. it’s whatever you prefer cutie,” mattsun flashes you a smile.

and then the screen goes black.

a/n: i plan on writing a part two to this (eventually). ALSO, while this doesn’t relate to this post, HAPPY PRIDE MONTH 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️!

#platonic!oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu #hq #iwaizumi hajime #hanamaki takahiro #.seijoh

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 1 year

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Fuck you (Oikawa Tooru x Reader)

Okay, this one got out of hand. I don't know where I thought I was going with this but it's turned into sappy, spicy fluff and I'm honestly not mad about it!

Warnings: This is very mildly spicy towards the end, mostly painfully fluffy though, so proceed at your own risk! Reader is a broody artist with a boyfriend that knows every trick in the book!

Happy reading!

You frowned at the piece in front of you, paintbrush pinched between your fingers restlessly. You've been messing with it for hours and it still doesn't look right.

The late in your Studio is fading as the unreliable sun makes its way across the sky, soon, it'll force you away from this particular project.

"Maybe you need to take your eyes off it for a second?"

You almost jumped, having forgotten that Tooru had joined you in the studio after practise. He likes to sit and watch you paint, and often gets a front row seat to your hyper fixations when you're trying to make a colour that doesn't exist, or get closer to an image that isn't even clear in your own head.

Over the years he's seen you get stuck here several times, and developed a few tricks to get you out of your head.

The gentle approach hadn't worked this time as you'd taken one look at him, and pulled on a brooding glare.

Tooru chuckled. He's sure your brooding artist persona would throw most people off, but he's immune at this point.

"Cupcake, honey, it's been four hours, you need a break."

This time, you didn't even look at him, only grunted-paintbrush hovering over the tiniest perceived flaw or mistake that only you could see.

Oikawa grinned and slowly, quietly, stood up from the sofa you'd placed in the studio. He loves that old leather coach, because he knows you put it there for him to have somewhere to sit when he comes over to watch you paint.

The first evidence of you making room in your life for him.

Your boyfriend knows you're a private person, you value time spent with him, but can easily be overwhelmed, so he's learned to love the "alone together" moments of the day, when he just gets to share space with you.

Sometimes, you'll join him on the couch, curl up and talk about ideas or just utter nonsense, and on rare occasions, you'll turn your easel around, and paint him.

The painted portrait you made last time in watercolour was so...angelic, so romanticised, with flowers woven through his hair like a crown and swathes of pearl silk adorning his porcelain skin, Tooru barely believes you were looking at him when you painted it.

But now, now you're just messing with something with no real plan, and he knows you'll regret it, so he pads up behind you, socks padding against the tile, and swiftly scoops you up and away from your work.

An indignant squawk leaves your lips and your twist violently to latch onto him, still terrified that he'll drop you even though you're well aware of the sculpted muscle that hides beneath his tight T-shirt.

Tooru chuckles as he sets you down on the couch, hovering over you with arms braced on either side of your head. He puts just enough weight on you to keep you in place, beaming innocently in the face of your scathing glare.

You puffed your cheeks, a stain of blue dotted under your left eye.

"Fuck you." You huffed with no real bite, pouting as he merely laughs at you. Once, the very same glare on your face would have spooked most people away from you. Leave it to you to find the one man in the world immune to your posturing.

Tooru pressed a cheeky kiss to your nose, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "You certainly could, gorgeous."

You rolled your eyes, gently poking him in the ribs with the hand that isn't currently pinned under his own. "Don't bother, Tooru, I'm immune to your so-called charms."

You heard him whine, felt his soft lips brush the shell of your ear. "You're so cruel, baby. Here I am, admiring your mastery of the arts, wanting nothing more than to worship these gorgeous hands..."

He brought your free hand to his lips, tangling your fingers with his and pressing kisses to the back of your hand, his tongue barely brushing your flesh.

You narrowed your eyes. "Your talented tongue won't get you out of everything, you menace."

Your brown-eyed beauty winked at you, the setting sun setting off every colour of his hair, warming his porcelain skin, and suddenly, you're staring up at an angel all over again.

Tooru doesn't believe you when you say he's beautiful, sure, he knows he's attractive, but when you, with your critical eye and your sharp tongue look deep into his brown orbs and whisper in the gentlest of murmurs-

"You are so pretty, Tooru."

Tears gather in his eyes, tears that won't fall as you cup his cheek, accidently putting a smudge of green in your thumb's wake.

If he felt the cold paint against his skin, he didn't acknowledge it, merely leaned into you until your lips brushed together, silken soft, sharing gentle touches and sweet whispers.

You were the brooding artist, outside this room, no one's seen you compliment so much as your own work, but Tooru, your beautiful Tooru.

He pulled you to him, enveloping you in his warmth as his hands wandered, tugging at your clothes as his kisses grew more forceful, needy.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his growing hardness closer, until there wasn't so much as a breath of air between you.

"I love you." He whimpered against your kiss-swollen lips.

"I love you more, my sweet little menace."

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somemydayy · 2 years

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Haikyuu!! Reaction | Jealousy | Part 1

Hinata Shoyo never had to deal with jealousy in someone else’s past. Sometimes it was just him, being dramatic or spiteful how Kageyama or any other guy could jump so high. But that all changed when he met you. You become his biggest inspiration and support at those volleyball games. He didn’t do it on purpose; he swore but a lot of the guys said he only asked you out; because it was rumor you liked him first. And you had no problem or issue; with him being shorter then you. You would make the team cookies, snacks or lunches anytime. Always attentive and diligent; many joked that if you broke up before nationals; they would make Hinata; beg on his knees so you would forgive them; and make them delicious treats and snacks again. Good thing, is you guys never broke up before, so you weren’t about to start now.

Kageyama wasn’t a jealous person, but he swore he had murder on his mind when he spotted you, and Oikawa together. The bastard had placed his arm over your shoulder as you let out a soft giggle. He swore he stopped breathing in that moment. Unknowingly you fueled the boy’s rage and competitive nature even more with the opposing team’s captain. Although he was able to control his murderous intentions, he almost lost control when you told him you had plans with Oikawa after the game. Kageyama grabbed your wrist pinning you to the wall as he kissed your lips harshly.

“Your mine. Only mine so why would you go out with another man, huh?”

You pushed him away and through teary eyes told him

“He’s my cousin, remember. You idiot. So stop being so stupid.”

Kageyama was ashamed to say the least, but at least he finally understand why you got mad whenever he complains about the opposing team’s captain.

Daichi was patient, and responsible, no one could utter a bad word about said man. But one thing many didn’t know was daichi was a extremely jealous man. He had invited you out to get some dinner, but you rejected him saying you already had plans. Unknowingly you left, and daichi soon followed after you, and made his way towards the nearby ice cream shop. Daichi felt his throat close up and his chest tug in pain as he saw you with one of the basketball players, sitting down in a nearby booth. And slung his arm over your shoulders while glaring at the man on the opposite seat.

“Oh wow, I didn’t know you had plans to come here with (Y/n). I might as well as join you, haha.”

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strawberrykake · 2 years

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Reuniting at the Airport

timeskip!haikyuu, fluff

osamu, hinata, oikawa

✈︎ Osamu ⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎

“Yer kidding me?” Samu gives you an unimpressed look through the phone screen as you facetime him. You tried to lie to him, saying that you were still at home, but he was able to make out the obvious background of the familiar airport’s concrete walls.

“C’mon, lemme see ya, already.” Your clearly agitated boyfriend looks around for you as he walks with the phone held in front of him as he speaks to you. His hair looked tousled from a long airplane ride, dark circles under his eyes probably due to lack of sleep. Feeling bad, you decide to jump out of your hiding place and there he was, bumping right in front of you.

You let out a small oomph as he catches you, flattening a hand on your back. He’s startled at first, wondering who would be in his way. But the familiar scent of your shampoo and that melodic voice of yours has him pulling you closer. Plus the fact that you had on one of his sweaters that he lent you—but let’s be real, you practically own it now.

“Hey, there.” He smirks.

“Hey,” you say with a guilty smile. You thought he’d start lecturing you or complain about the stunt you just pulled, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he grabs your face admiring it closely. It’s not the same to see you through a digital screen. He much prefers this in-person interaction. He misses your touch, the feel of your skin beneath his…

You had your eyes closed, ready for a kiss but he doesn’t close the tiny gap. One of your eyes peek open to see him gazing with a lovesick smile.

“What?”

“Whaddya mean what, jus’ wanna look at ya.” The boy presses his nose against yours, pecking it lightly. Then, finally, after what felt like hours, he pulls you in a tight hug.

“Missed ya a lot,” he says after a sigh. All the gloomy energy seemed to leave him after your hug. A smile is attached to his face. You don’t miss the chance to lean up, surprising him with a kiss on the lips.

“Missed you, too, baby.”

✈︎ Hinata ⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎

You wait eagerly at the airport for Shoyo to arrive from Brazil. A swarm of people begin entering from the gate and your eyes frantically search for your ginger-haired boyfriend. It took a couple of minutes before you notice him, looking tanner than usual, a navy-colored pillow neck around his shoulders, with his ridiculously large backpack. He was busy chattering with someone. An older middle aged man who had a friendly smile painted on his face. When they got closer, you could get a grasp of the situation.

“It was really nice meeting you, sir! Thanks for helping me find my seat. Tell your lovely family I said hi!” It doesn’t surprise you that Shoyo makes friends everywhere he goes. Something about his sunny disposition draws people in.

Your boyfriend looks around, scratching his chin, looking lost for a moment before his eyes land upon you. And you realize how much you miss his smile, his hugs, his voice, his presence.

“Y/N!!!” he practically screams, dropping his sunglasses that were in his hands and running straight to you. Your smile widens when you lock eyes. Despite the long airplane trip he had been complaining about, there isn’t a lick of exhaustion on his face. He looks as energetic as ever.

Just as he reaches you, he gives you the biggest hug, making you both almost fall over, but thanks to his great upper body strength, he pulls you back, feet planted on the ground.

“Man, I have so much to share with you,” he says, pulling back. “But first,” he starts, planting one loving kiss on your lips which surprises you because PDA isn’t very common in your relationship. “You have to tell me how you managed to stay so beautiful.” You feel your cheeks warm from the compliment and he’s grinning confidently.

God, did he miss you, too.

Damn, what did Brazil do to you, Shoyo?

✈︎ Oikawa ⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎

You saw Oikawa exiting the gate with his backpack and a mini bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. If we’re being honest, the flowers looked like they were going through a tough time. Probably from its long journey. Oikawa is sort of mimicking the flower’s wilted posture, looking sad and gloomy. A small frown was on his face before he finally sees you. And then, he’s grinning.

“Hi, baby,” he says before hugging you. After a few minutes of recollecting the feeling of being in each other’s arms, Oikawa offers you his gift.

“I brought you these. Your favorites.” Oikawa lifts up the flowers, teary-eyed and looking sad again, making you worried.

“Babe! What’s wrong?” you cup his cheeks, forming a pout on his lips.

“They were fine when I got on the plane! I had six of these flowers for our sixth anniversary. But then, this little girl wanted one so I gave one to her. And then I dropped it as I walking off the plane and someone stepped on them! And then—”

“Tooru!” you say his name, making him pause in his frantic rambling. “I love them! They’re beautiful…” His frown remains on his face, unconvinced by your statement.

“Really?” he asks.

“Totally.” You take the flowers and sniff them. They haven’t lost their fragrance. “They smell wonderful, too. Thank you so much, love.” Leaning forward, you pucker your lips and he gives in, planting one sweet kiss.

“Babe, I missed you.” He finally confesses, taking your hand in his. What he doesn’t confess is that in the plane, he treated those flowers as if they were you, talking to them and telling them how excited he was to see you. It provided him emotional support. That probably explains why he’s grown an attachment to them. But now that you’re here in front of him, he has nothing to complain about.

“I missed you, too, Tooru.” You lean in once more to kiss him three times. “C’mon, you must be hungry. Wanna go eat somewhere?” you ask him and his face brightens up immediately, remembering all the home foods he missed. He nods and you both make your way straight to your usual food place that sells the best Tonkotsu.

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