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idlerin · 1 year
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MIDNIGHT MESSAGES
w bf!oikawa tooru smau
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notes — i wanted to make a chaotic bf x chaotic gf dont mind me ignore the 8pm time stamp in the first pic
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hentai-dreams-shop · 2 years
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Milk Bread | Tooru Oikawa
fluff, fem! reader
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All it took was him to meet your eyes then the whole world would screech to a standstill. Oikawa didn’t know how a simple piece of milk bread gifted by you could make such a huge difference between the hundred others his rabid fan girls gave him daily. But for some reason, milk bread given with your own two hands had such a rich, sugary flavour that reminded him of the summery sweet smile you’d shoot him every day. 
“You like her, don’t you?” Iwaizumi comments, throwing a glance at the milk bread clutched in his hands. 
Oikawa simply continued gazing at you, admiring how attractive you looked with the morning glow lighting up your body. You were an angel in his eyes, an ethereal, divine being made of the same dust that formed moons and stars. When you smiled at him, goddamn did his knees grow weak and a brilliant red blush spread on his cheeks. 
“Yes, I do.” 
His best friend swats his arm lightly. “Then confess already.” 
“I don’t want to find out what she says.” 
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. “Look at you, the grand Oikawa, getting flustered and afraid just because of a girl. How pathetic.” 
“She’s not ‘just’ a girl!” Oikawa complained. “She’s perfection; she’s a goddess!” 
“Tell her that, not me.” 
So here he was now, standing rather awkwardly in front of a girl that’s been oblivious to his feelings. And yet when your eyes meet his and your lips lift in the same, light-up-the-world grin, the flame in him grew just a bit more intense. The glow in you made his blood burn with passion and his skin itch for your touch. It was a feeling so intense yet so heavenly, he didn’t know what to make of it.
“I like you.” 
“Huh?” 
It took just that one syllable to make Oikawa’s heart drop. You could see his face fall, the light in his eyes diminishing. But before he could unleash a whole rambling speech, you rested your hand on his palm. Oikawa stopped, letting out a hushed wisp of air. 
“I like you too.” 
The four, magical words spilling out of your lips seemed to quiet down everything. The wind stopped. The trees fell silent. It was like everything was gone, leaving just you two. A perfect, timeless moment in an ethereal world. Oikawa moved towards you, shyly, and stops when he’s just a hair’s breadth away from you. 
“Can I kiss you?” 
“…yeah.” 
Awkwardly, slowly, he moves towards you. It’s like a dream, where light coats everything in a brilliant haze. His lips gravitates towards yours, magnetically, and its a moment of hushed magic before it touches yours. When his lips glide over, then settle upon, your own, Oikawa is pleasantly surprised. 
You tasted better than any milk bread.
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alazybeing · 2 years
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<3
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yomiro · 25 days
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tojisprettywife · 1 month
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{note: i rewrote this, with b.s.t (hope someone gets the reference 🧍🏻‍♀️) anyway i cried, it got deleted first. i’m sleepy, hopefully it’s okay. minors DNI.}
warnings: smut. characters! m! x f! reader. characters are aged up to 21.
inexperienced men. who for the very first time feel, what a pussy feels like. your gummy, warm walls clenching around his throbbing cock. the way he clenches his jaw and gritting his teeth, to regain composure from cumming almost immediately. “f-fuck…so tight ..”. your pulsing soft walls suck his cock in, barely holding himself up. the way his soft, silky locks fall on your chest as he’s hunched over you. only gasps, curses and more whimpers slipping out of his lips. “so.. t—tight.. shit..”. pushing his full length into, till the base, gripping the plush of your hips, a bit too hard, in meek attempts to stop himself from painting your tight walls white. after what seems like forever, he slowly moves his hips, each stroke, sending shivers down his spine. he leans down to kiss you, again in attempts to keep him from moaning loud. he pushes his tongue into your mouth, his tongue lapping yours. but soon, the kissing gets sloppy, saliva dripping down both your chins. he leans down, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his teeth grazing the base of your neck, as his hips erratically, in haste buck against yours. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, filling the room combined with his little whimpers and yours. “i-i’m cum-ming… f-fuck” he buries himself to the hilt, pushes himself even deeper, his tip bruising your cervix. his eyes squeezed shut, biting down your shoulder lightly. his cock, pumping ropes of milky, sticky cum. his cock twitching inside you, panting against your neck. just as he catches his breath, your walls convulse around his twitching cock, overstimulating. “o- fuckkk.. f..ck” barely able to form coherent sentences, slurring his words. burying his face into the pillow, beside your head, to stifle his moans. muffled moans, teary eyes as one hand gripped your waist tightly, bruising them lightly and the other hand gripping the sheets, crumpling them. his first feel of a vaginal orgasm. he presses soft kisses from your jawline to your neck, “it feels… so good.. one more time?.. please baby?..”. no longer will his hands suffice for him, as he felt what heaven feels like, you.
~ Choso Kamo, Gojo Satoru, Oikawa Toru, Nagi Seishiro, Inumaki Toge, Miya Atsumu, Naoya Zenin, Yuuji Itadori, Kageyama Tobio + whoever you want 😵‍💫
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rkgknno · 8 months
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Happy 819 Day~~~~ welcome to the Oikawa and Atsumu eventually becoming friends agenda
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waveoftheocean · 1 month
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i've drawn a lot of iwa-chans over the years but i think this is my favorite one yet 😌
(at long last, here's my full piece for @iwaoiweddingzine!! leftover sales are open for another week if you wanna get your hands on this beautiful zine!)
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teamatsumu · 2 months
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the best bad decision. (iwaizumi hajime x reader)
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summary: “wrote a confession for character A, accidentally gave it to character B instead” - for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions
word count: 2.3k
warnings: fem!reader, swearing, oikawa is insensitive sometimes, fluff
tags: @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi
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You liked to think you weren’t one to fall into stereotypes. But every once in a while you did something that reminded you that you weren’t different from everyone around you. Like right now, standing hidden behind the corner of this building, clutching an obvious red envelope in your hands, waiting for the volleyball team to shuffle out of their club room so you could sneak in and slip the envelope into a certain boy’s locker.
So you had a tiny little crush on everyone’s favorite boy, Oikawa Tooru. Sue you.
Your ears were on high alert, staying as still as possible so you could focus on the voices drifting out of the room. You were a bit farther away, since you wanted to be hidden, but if you strained yourself enough, you could make out the sounds. You tried not to make yourself tense, afraid you would wrinkle the envelope. You had been so careful with it. Making sure you didn’t smudge any words as you wrote, perfuming the paper afterward. You even used that expensive wax and seal that you bought only for journaling purposes. You wanted it to be known that you made an effort.
All for him.
It was hard not to fall for someone as charming as Oikawa. He was tall and handsome, he was always so nice, always welcoming to anyone who wanted to speak to him. He was beyond talented. You could watch him play for hours. You did watch him play for hours. At the end of the day, you were just like all the other giggling, blushing girls who admired him.
The only difference is that you had never gone farther than admiration until now. You had never spoken to him, never greeted him in the hallways, never made him anything to eat like girls often did. You had watched from afar and basked in the warm, bubbly feeling that comes with having crushes.
But now here you were, slipping him a letter with all your feelings written on it. You were going into this not expecting him to accept the confession. You hadn’t even put your name on it. It was anonymous. God knows how many of these he got on a daily basis. And with Valentine’s Day approaching, you were sure his locker was overflowing. What was one more, right? You were doing this for yourself more than anything else. You needed to get these feelings out because they were overflowing in your head.
You were shaken from your thoughts when you realized the locker room was completely silent by now. You listened closely, giving it another few minutes. No shuffling, no humming, not even a peep. The coast was clear.
You could feel your entire body shake as you turned the corner and stealthily hurried to the club room door. You couldn’t let anyone see you going inside, so you quickly opened the door, slipping in and sliding the door shut behind you. You let out a sigh of relief.
Then you turned around, and your eyes met wide chestnut ones.
Oikawa was standing next to an open locker, a half folded shirt in his hand. He had probably been mid fold when you had barged in, staring at you with those big browns, mouth slightly open. Thick silence stretched over you both as you stood frozen, not even blinking.
Oikawa’s eyes drifted down to your hand, the very obvious, deep red envelope. His lips twitched before a smile took over them.
“Hello there.” His voice was lively. “Is that for me?”
You tensed at the sound of his voice, your panic finally catching up to your brain as you gulped around the knot in your throat. “No!”
He raised an eyebrow at that, tilting his head a bit. A lock of his hair fell over his forehead. “No?”
“No.”
Another silence, awkward as anything. You couldn’t move at all. You felt like you were frozen in place. Every muscle in your body was pulled tight. You had never anticipated that of all the people who could catch you in the locker room, it would be Oikawa himself.
“So who’s it for?” He then asked, eyes darting between your face and the envelope. You felt your face burn, heating up so much it made you dizzy.
“It’s-” Your mouth was so dry. You had no saliva. None. Not a drop. It felt like you were incomprehensible. Could you even speak? Or was it all gibberish? Were you spiraling now?
Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god-
“It’s for Iwaizumi-san.”
Oikawa blinked at that, and you realized you had caught him off guard. Well, he wasn’t the only one. You had caught yourself off guard too. It seemed that, in the midst of your panic and staring at Oikawa, the only other person you could name was Iwaizumi.
Iwaizumi Hajime. Oikawa’s best friend. Seijoh’s ace. Someone you saw just as much as Oikawa considering they were attached at the hip. No wonder when you had to think of someone, you thought of him.
“Well now I’m truly shocked!” Oikawa sounded jovial, placing a hand on his hip, his half folded shirt crumpled in his other hand. “A confession for Iwa-chan? I never thought this day would come!”
Your mind raced and you tried to scramble your thoughts together into somewhat understandable sentences. But you had just dug this fresh hole for yourself and you didn’t know what to do to get out of it. In fact, at this moment, there was no getting out of it. You had to go along.
“Y-yes.” You managed to blurt out, not knowing what else to say, looking anywhere but at him, who was steadily growing more and more amused by the second.
“You have to give it to him!”
Your head snapped up, and that’s when you realised what true panic was. What you had felt so far was nothing compared to the shitstorm your brain was experiencing after what he had just said.
“Come on.” Oikawa threw the shirt carelessly into his locker, slamming it shut and fast walking to you. With one grip on your forearm, he tugged open the club room door and proceeded to speed out of it, dragging you with him.
“W-wait!” Your voice trembled, and you doubt he even heard you. You felt like your whole mouth was stuffed with cotton. You tried to lock your legs into place and break Oikawa’s momentum. It was not happening. He was way stronger than you. You tried to pry his hand off your arm, but his grip was vice-like.
“Oikawa-san!” You basically shrieked like a hyena, finally breaking through right outside the Seijoh gym. You snatched your hand away.
“I can’t!”
Oikawa stared down at you, blinking owlishly. You bit your lip.
“Oh.” He breathed, and you saw realization wash over his face. You froze. Had he figured it out?
“I get it.” Did he?
Then he promptly turned around and cupped his mouth with his hands, leaning in through the open gym doors.
“Iwa-chan!” He shouted.
You gaped at him, struggling to even comprehend what was going on in his head. But that was the least of your worries, because trudging footsteps sounded and then the boy in question was standing in the gym entrance, scowling down at his friend.
Oh no. Oh, this is bad. This is so bad, I’m so screwed-
“Look!” Oikawa pointed at you, or more accurately, he pointed at the envelope in your hand. Iwaizumi followed his gaze, and you saw his scowl drop as shock colored his features.
“It’s for you! Can you believe it?” Oikawa let out a cackle, leaning an arm against the gym door. You wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.
Iwaizumi looked genuinely incredulous, like this was something he hadn’t dreamt of in his wildest dreams. Later when you looked back on what happened, you would be surprised that despite being friends with the most popular guy on campus, Iwaizumi did not get much attention. He lived in Oikawa’s shadow, and he liked it that way.
Right now, his feelings were the least of your concerns though.
Finally free from Oikawa’s grasp, you lunged forward, slamming the envelope against his chest before turning on your heel and absolutely booking it. There was no other option. You couldn’t give that shit to Iwaizumi. You also couldn’t give it to Oikawa and say you had lied. It couldn’t get any more humiliating than it already was, so you might as well run away.
Very active fight or flight response, one might say.
Oikawa watched your back as you ran full speed, one hand holding the envelope he was so unceremoniously handed. He turned his attention down to it when the flowery scent hit his nose, and he couldn’t help but smile.
“Aw, she perfumed it too! How romantic.”
He grinned up at Iwaizumi, whose ears had turned red. Iwaizumi’s scowl deepened as he stared at the shiteating grin on Oikawa’s face. But he didn’t stop himself from taking the envelope Oikawa handed to him, his heart doing jumping jacks in his chest.
………………..
When you tried to convince your mom that you didn’t really need high school when homeschooling was a perfectly viable option, she told you to suck it up and there was no way you were dropping out. You didn’t know how to tell her that your life in high school was pretty much over. How could you show your face in any place where you might run into Oikawa or Iwaizumi?
But alas, you could only take one sick day before throwing yourself back to the wolves.
You were jumpy the whole day, paranoid that somehow everyone knew what had happened two days ago. But your day went by as normal, unaffected by the storm in your head. You should’ve known your peace wouldn’t last. At lunchtime, the one person you had been dreading the most was standing before your desk, looking down at you expectantly.
“I was hoping we could talk.”
Well. This was it. The one thing you were hoping and praying you could somehow avoid.
Iwaizumi led you outside for some privacy, finding an empty bench overlooking the school’s running track. You sat stiffly by his side, waiting for him to speak.
“I read the letter.”
You closed your eyes and nodded, coaxing him to continue. You knew the contents of the letter. You had mulled them over in your head ten thousand times yesterday. You had not written Oikawa’s name. You had talked only about how you felt about him and the thoughts plaguing your head. You knew how easily Iwaizumi could have thought it was about him and not Oikawa.
“I’m sorry.” You blurted out.
“For the confession?”
You hesitated. “For how it all played out.”
That was vague enough.
Iwaizumi let out a breathy chuckle, and you looked up at him. “I think I should apologize instead. Oikawa can be a bit of an insensitive jerk.”
You felt your lips twitch into a smile, shrugging. “He kinda steamrolled all over me.”
Iwaizumi groaned, running a hand through his spiky hair. You followed the movement with your eyes, gaze pausing on how his bicep flexed. Something in your heart stuttered.
Up close, he was extremely attractive. His skin was smooth and clean, and his hair looked soft despite being so short. His jaw was defined and his eyes were striking. When he looked at you for longer than a beat, it made your insides squirm.
“I’m sorry about him. He told me he found you in the club room. I’m sure you wanted to do it anonymously. He shouldn’t have dragged you here. That wasn’t cool.”
You smiled at how considerate he was being. “It- It’s okay.”
“And I’ll make him apologize to you too. Promise.”
His lip ticked up in a crooked smile. You couldn’t help but stare. You watched him grow a bit nervous, rubbing the back of his neck. A little habit?
“I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me sometime?”
The question caught you off guard. You knew how Iwaizumi perceived you after the contents of that confession. You had just not anticipated that he would want anything to do with you. In your slurry of thoughts, you realized you had still not told him that the confession wasn’t for him. You stared at him, wide-eyed.
The sun beat down on your heads, casting harsh shadows on his face. High cheekbones. Strong jaw. And those same captivating eyes. You couldn’t remember ever appreciating him the way you were right now. Oikawa’s light was so bright it made Iwaizumi almost invisible. But here and now, it was just him. No distractions, no takeaways. Just Iwaizumi in all his glory. And it was making your heart skip.
“Okay.” You breathed.
Iwaizumi positively lit up at your words, straightening his back. His features smoothed, his eyes widened and a smile took over his face.
“Cool!” He blurted out, before clearing his throat. “That’s uh, I mean. Great. That’s great.”
You giggled as he stumbled over his words, endeared by his reaction. Your heart and mind both told you this was the right decision. With Oikawa, it was a puppy crush. With Iwaizumi, something told you it could be so much more.
Years later, when you told Iwaizumi about the exact intentions of that letter, and how you were beyond grateful you hadn’t given it to Oikawa, all he did was cackle while the Argentinian setter whined about how he had missed his chance.
He was joking, of course. He was the proudest best man ever at your wedding. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
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mochimattie · 9 months
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Happy Oikawa dayyy ��
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pentapoxie · 8 months
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it’s canon ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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hentai-dreams-shop · 2 years
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Kiss | Tooru Oikawa
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Light butterfly kisses, sloppy passionate kisses, long languorous kisses, deep heated kisses. Oikawa knew exactly which was best to give you, and he did it to the utmost, with only one goal in mind: to let you feel the best possible. 
He kisses you carefully, and the way he moulds his lips to yours is sweet, gentle. The kind that sweeps your mind with a thousand flower petals and warms your insides. Then it grows more heated, as he places wet, heated kisses that embeds themselves into your skin. The long slow kisses he takes it out as long as possible, to thoroughly explore your mouth and familiarise himself over and over again with every crevice. Those are the ones that make your knees weak. Kisses that seared and imprinted themselves into you and your mind infinitely were deep and passionate, both careful and wild: a perfect blend of sweetness and spice. 
You collapse onto Oikawa’s warm body, lips clumsily trailing up his neck to attach themselves against his own. Oikawa teases your lips with his tongue, before slipping it in. Each kiss he gave always felt new; unforgettable, even after the infinite amount of times your lips touched his. Oikawa gently dusts your skin with light kisses and kisses that nibble at your skin, painting it shades of pretty pink and blue. You could go on for hours kissing him alone. Each time his lips met yours, you slipped into a whole new world of warmth and comfort. 
“Kiss me more.” 
He falters, surprised. “I thought you wanted more than that?” 
“I did, but now I only want your lips.” 
Oikawa chuckles, before complying. The kiss, however new, always had one never changing element. It would always taste like Oikawa, like spring. Like the scent of flowers and pine under an old oak tree. And then you would remember. It was spring when he first kissed you. 
“Let me kiss you, sweetheart.”
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utahimeow · 1 year
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ok for your kink game, tooru + “just the tip”….
cw — nsfw content minors dni. f!reader, smut, established relationship, super fluffy
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“please, let me put it in?” tooru’s face is nestled into your neck as he whines. he nibbles at your neck–a fiend, his arms wrapped tight around your waist to keep you flush against his body as the sun rises outside.
“tooru, i have to be up–” you glance at the clock on your bedside table. “–five minutes ago. i can’t be late for work again.”
“just the tip? please? need to feel you,” he sighs, teasing his erection against your ass, whimpering pathetically when cloth gets in the way.
you curse the way he has you clenching around nothing, no doubt dripping from the way he grinds his bulge against you. “…fine. just the tip.”
it’s not uncommon for your pretty boyfriend to cause your morals to vanish. unfortunately for you, his silky voice and sparkly brown eyes and soft pink lips are just too hard to resist. but also you’d be stupid to deny him, with his sculpted body and his muscled arms and–well, his perfect dick.
tooru tugs his pajama pants down his legs, pumping his leaking cock as he pulls your panties aside, always grateful for your choice to wear no more than an oversized shirt and underwear to bed. he dips a finger into your hole, grinning when your wet walls clamp around him instantly.
“tooru…” you breathe, but it’s more of a moan than the warning you were trying to give.
“still need to get you ready, angel,” he coos, pressing soft kisses to your neck that have your heavy eyes fluttering shut.
when he’s satisfied with his prepping you, he shifts forward, dragging the head of his cock through your sopping folds, eliciting a whimpered plea from you. he grins like the asshole he is, but he’s reminded that he’s just as needy as you are when you grind your hips back against him. his tip catches your entrance and it’s enough to make him moan.
“c’mon tooru… quit teasing,” you say, still in a battle between sleep and consciousness.
he slides in–just his tip–and both of you sigh in unison from the somewhat relief. he drags it in and out, in and out, slow and steady, hardly enough to get either of you off.
there are times where you would appreciate this. the contact, the intimacy, the warmth of your boyfriend connected with you. right now though, you need release.
“more, tooru, need more,” you beg, your hand reaching back until it lands in his curls, all messy and askew.
“yeah?” he mumbles into your shoulder, grinding his hips a little harder. you think he’s probably about halfway in now, but the feeling of his fingers drifting beneath your shirt and landing on your soft nipples melts away your urge to argue.
each of his thrusts feeds the growing flame in your stomach, making your limbs go lax as you turn pliant for him. he peppers kisses over your neck, your jaw, your temple, desperate to be even closer to you, to melt into you.
before long, he’s burying himself to the hilt with each stroke, but you’re too close to care. and when his fingers reach between your soft thighs to play with your clit, you cry and gasp, clinging to his arm as he fucks you through your orgasm. he follows not long after, filling you up with warm ropes of cum and tiny gasps in your ear.
you should have known this was tooru’s plan all along, really, but it was over the moment you realised you were already late and did nothing about it. needless to say, you called in sick to work that day.
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yomiro · 2 months
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🌌🌌🌌🌌
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chimielie · 4 months
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cw: and they were roommates
oikawa has another date tonight.
you’re well used to it, the parade of people who he’s gone out with blurring together after years of friendship. especially now that you’ve moved in together and he bothers you every time someone says yes, like an excited puppy with a bone. and who wouldn’t say yes?
you’re lying on your bed, idly scrolling past cat pictures and outfit inspiration, while he blows in and out of your room, begging your opinion on every item in his closet. you don’t know why; you’ve gone through the whole thing a million times at this point and he always chooses just-slightly-too-tight jeans and a button-up open one button too far.
you’ve had nightmares about his collection of silky shirts. nightmares. only occasionally featuring the triangle of exposed chest.
“what about this one?” you roll to your side, blinking.
“i haven’t seen this one before,” you say thoughtfully. “do you still have enough money for rent? i swear you cycle through more clothes than i do in a year in a week.”
“shut up, do you like it?” his ears are burning red, and you smile. you like making him blush.
that’s a dangerous thought, so you turn your attention to his outfit, and—oh.
the new shirt is a cool, pale blue, complimenting the pink hues of his skin perfectly, looking like ice caps on winter waves. it’s tucked loosely into black pants, followed by black boots, laced up and tied with a perfect knot.
he looks like a million bucks.
“it’s perfect,” you say, after a beat too long of drymouthed silence. “um—when do you leave?”
he shoves the sleeve of the shirt up and checks his watch in one smooth motion, and you’ve seen his forearms a billion times, but encased in blue silk you kind of want to bite them? what a bizarre impulse.
“now,” he says, tone rising in panic. “shoot, i was gonna brush my teeth—how’s my breath?”
“how am i supposed to—” you start, but then he’s crossing the room, and you’re sitting up, spine straightening in confusion, and then he kisses you.
one long, hot press of the mouth over yours, his lips soft and open but claiming in a way that sucks every thought out of your head.
the silk of his shirt is cool in contrast to the heat of his skin, too.
“it’s—still fine,” you stammer when he pulls away. “minty. um.”
“perfect,” he says, adjusting his collar like he hasn’t just thrown your world off its axis. “see you later!”
you wave vaguely at his back, still scrambled as he exits your room, though not without turning to shoot you a cheeky wink and a peace sign. once you hear the front door slam shut behind him, you jolt out of your frozen state to fall back onto your bed, staring at the ceiling, just one thought running through your mind.
“what the fuck?”
part 2 here.
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rkgknno · 4 months
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Merry quismois from chaotic seijoh!!! Someone did not wait for the hot choccy to cool down
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the-haikyuu-trash · 1 year
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oikawa toru, bokuto koutaro, kuroo tersuro, matsukawa issei, atsumu miya, konoha akinori, meian shugo, hinata shoyo, tanaka ryunosuke, sugawara koushi, tendou satori
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