#oikawa toru fanfiction

[zorosprincess]

Accismus

PRONUNCIATION - Acis•mus | \əkˈsɪzməs\ DEFINITION - a feigned refusal of something earnestly desired.

PAIRING - Oikawa Tooru x Reader WC - 4.5K GENRE - Light angst, fluff SYNOPSIS - If you were to let him know that it was working, then your life would be over instantaneously.

MASTERLIST | NEXT PART

The first time that you met Oikawa Toru, you knew right then, in an instant, that you never wanted to see him again.

You'd been running late to watch Tadashi's first practice match on the college team. You'd made a promise to make it even despite the current tension between his best friend and yourself. Both you and the best friend had made a promise to him that your breakup wouldn't affect your friendship with Tadashi.

You had gotten stuck bringing extra water bottles since you were already running late. An unfortunate circumstance that had landed you where it had now, on your ass on the floor with bottles scattered around you.

"Woah there cutie," the smooth voice surrounded your ears and you saw him for the first time, the boy had just caused you to fall, "let me give you a hand?" His smile was too sweet in combination with how he bent towards you, one hand leaning on his knee and the other reaching out for you.

From the way his pretty brown eyes sparkled down at you to the way his silky curls bounced when he tilted his head, you knew immediately that you wanted no part of knowing him. But your hand was moving towards his on it's own.

Your fingers barely brushed against his own and you could immediately see him holding your hand a million different times. On cute dates, anniversaries, a whole lot of firsts, watching yourself fall in love with him easily, over and over again. His fingers were slowly wrapping around yours before you were abruptly interrupted.

"Senpai!" There was a shout from a couple different girls and your hand quickly snapped away from the boy in front of you to watch the commotion. Squealing girls that immediately begged for his attention, awestruck eyes staring up at him.

And, suddenly, all those moments that had flitted through your mind shattered right in front of you. You mentally watched it fall apart. The quick fallout, the tears that would stream down your face, the feeling of your chest tearing in two.

Your shook your head clear and used the girls as your distraction to gather your things again and quickly making your way inside. Praying to never see him again.

Of course, the world would never have been so kind to you. The second you watched him step into the gym you'd let out a soft groan of annoyance. You'd known instantly he'd be able to pick you out of the crowd if he'd try.

Unreasonably attractive boy who you had zero intention of ever speaking to. The one who tried to call out to you as you hurried out of the game when they were finished with their game. Calls of 'cutie' greeting my ears as his friends kept him with his team and you dutifully found your way to Tadashi outside.

The second time you saw Oikawa Toru, you were out with your best friend. Easily flitting about the shopping center with her, giggling over clothes and what would look good on each of you. Toshiko had just convinced you to buy a new dress and to swap the clothes you'd shown up in for the soft fabric that now brushed against the tops of your thighs as you walked.

"It looks so good!" Toshiko cried out as she pinched some of the fabric, smiling at you as she hauled her back higher up on her arm.

"Hey!" The shout from behind the two of you caused you both to turn your heads in curiosity. After seeing the culprit, however, you snapped your head back to look away. "I thought that was you, cutie."

You groaned lightly and tried to tug on Toshiko's arm to get her to walk faster. "Ignore him, please." You begged quietly as she only tilted her head in confusion, glancing between you and him.

"But he's cute!" She whispered back in exasperation, keeping us in place. You winced as you felt his presence stopping next to you.

"Amazing coincidence, us running into each other here right?" He smiled and you winced at how bright it was, rolling your eyes as he looked down at you both with a playful glint of his own. "Our conversation got cut short last time."

"Last time?" Toshiko questioned, looking back at you like you'd betrayed her. "You didn't tell me you ran into a cute boy, l/n."

You groaned almost immediately as the boy, now in front of you, started to speak. You cut him off. "It didn't get cut short. I left the conversation."

His smile only widened as he looked at me. "L/n's a cute name." You groaned as he ignored your comment, staying on his own track. "So, l/n-chan-"

You immediately stopped him. "Do not call me that."

"I just want to take you out, just once." You narrowed your eyes at him and turned around quickly, starting to walk away, whether or not Toshiko followed was her own business. "Awe c'mon cutie." You could hear his steps pick up to follow as he whined at you. "Just one date?" You ignored him and kept walking, rolling your eyes as he persisted. "Please, cutie?" You shot him the best annoyed look you could muster and smiled when you saw a few girls heading toward the three of you.

"Sorry," you muttered to him in fake sympathy before stepping back to watch immediately as the girls quickly surrounded him. He immediately couldn't help himself from being nice to them and you took it as your excuse to slip away.

As soon as he was out of ear-shot, Toshiko was all over the interaction. "You know that cute guy?" She asked, her voice squealing and you rolled your eyes quickly. "Oh my god, why didn't you accept his offer? He's so cute and charming. He thinks you're cute!"

"Toda, stop." You sighed and glanced over at her confused face. "That's just how those types of boys act. I'm not interested. Please drop it."

Toshiko sighed but relented in her teasing for the day. She quickly changed the topic and didn't even mention it when you knew that she caught you glancing over your shoulder at him, locking eyes easily through his crowd of girls.

You didn't have time to think much of him in the next few weeks, busying yourself with college courses and plots with Tadashi to hook up your two best friends. It wasn't until your plan had succeeded that you'd realized how much of your time had been taken up by trying to hook up Toshiko and Tsukishima.

The only time you'd even thought about the boy was when Toshiko threatened to 'give the cute boy from the other college' your number. But now, with your time suddenly incredibly freed up... you had nothing better to do.

You'd decided the easiest thing to do was to wander in and out of shops at the mall with different acquaintances from school. And every time, without fail, it seemed like you ran into him.

He, who insisted that you talk to him so you made a point to do anything but that. He, who insisted on adding 'chan' to the end of your last name. Calls of 'l/n-chan' always making you press your fingers into your temples and groan.

It seemed to you that he tried his hardest to annoy you every time he saw you. Trying his hardest to convince you to take him up on his offer for a date. Today was, surprisingly, no different. No different except for the fact that your 'friends' were watching from afar, taking up camp in the food court and making no attempt to help you.

"L/n-chan, come on." He whined, leaning casually on the railing next to him, smooth smirk gracing his lips as he tilted his head towards you. "Just one date please." You sighed and rolled your eyes again, wanting so desperately to leave. "L/n-chan wou-"

"Y/n." You cut him off, tired of the name he'd been calling you. His smirk fell and one nearly picked up on your face as he pulled a confused look across his features, head tilting to the side. "It's my name. You know, like how yours is Oikawa Tooru. Mine is l/n y/n. Not l/n-chan."

His mouth dropped open. All his smoothness seemed to have disappeared as he floundered to find something to say. You sighed and shook your head before turning to walk away.

You missed the whisper under his breath as you stepped away. "She knows my name." If you'd bothered to turn around, you would have seen him trying to fully process what had left your mouth. You would have seen the dopey grin on his face as he played with the sounds of your name on his tongue, as he swooned over how his name sounded on yours.

Maybe you would've even seen the gears turning in his head as he suddenly turned into a 12-year-old girl, imagining how Oikawa y/n might sound.

"You can't date him, you know." One of the girls said as you reapproached the group you'd been with for the day. You tried to open your mouth to reply, to assure them that it wasn't even remotely in your plan, but she continued on before you could. "You'd just break him, kinda like you did with Tsukishima."

You froze at the words.

Break him? Did you break him? No. He was fine, sure you didn't talk for a while but that was normal at the end of relationships. Right? Things just hadn't worked out, you'd grown out of each other, it was fine now.

"Isn't he dating Toshiko now? But he was always quiet, was he not before?"

You stopped listening to their conversation, letting them carry on at their own pace, your opinion not needed - or wanted - on the matter. Your fingers found their way to the necklace resting on your collarbones, dragging the charm back and forth across the chain easily as you thought.

You couldn't help the thoughts turning in your head.

Were you really scared Oikawa would break you? Or were you scared of what you would do to him? Either way, it was a good reason to stop going to places you would run into him.

It worked fine, your plan to stay away from Oikawa Tooru. Really, it did. Right up until you let Toshiko convince you to go support Kei and Tadashi during their official match against Seijoh.

You knew it was over the second that he locked eyes with you during warm-ups. Knew that you'd be hearing from him at some point during the course of the day.

You watched as the team you held dear to your heart slowly lost the game. The smug grin on Oikawa's face was enough to know he would be insufferable if you let him speak to you. And he was.

He was atrociously forward as he tried to catch you while you were grabbing Toshiko's things so she could go comfort Kei in his loss. It was easy to avoid him, really, his teammates trying to corral him as girls from all schools tried to fawn over him.

It was incredibly hard to want to hold your resolve to avoid him when he looked so incredibly attractive, high off of his win. He was so sure in himself and his team's abilities.

You knew that you couldn't ever admit it. Admit that he was wearing you down. That the constant attention and compliments he provided you with were getting to you. You knew that the second you admitted that you could fall for Oikawa Tooru, then your live would be over instantaneously.

As easy as it was to avoid him, you still found yourself in the stands after your team's loss. Watching from your hiding spot behind taller bystanders as Seijoh went against the infamous Shiritorizawa.

It was painful, to say the least, watching Oikawa's confidence falter as his team lost. Watching the irritation on his face as his team wore faces of defeat to mirror his.

You felt bad for him, you did, but you still couldn't let him talk to you. You'd already pressed your luck by sticking around, by removing the safety net that was your friends.

You blamed yourself, really, for the chain of events that happened next. Taking a back hallway with the hopes of avoiding any run-ins with Oikawa. How you'd run into a face you'd never seen before - an over-enthusiastic boy in a Shiritorizowa school uniform. A fan from the stands. A boy who couldn't take a hint, hovering over you, vulgar compliments leaving his mouth - anything but appealing as he cornered you against a wall.

You were quickly growing uncomfortable as his arm leaned on the wall near your head. "Come on, someone as pretty as you can't leave this place alone." He laughed loudly and you flinched from the sound. "Come home with a winner." You winced as you saw his hand moving closer to your arm.

You waited for the contact that never came. "You weren't even on the team. Honestly, taking credit for someone else's win? How pathetic." Oikawa's voice sent a wave of relief through your body. His hand was still mid-air in front of you from where he slapped the other boy's hand away. "Why don't you find someone from your own school to stroke your ego." Oikawa's harsh words were coated in sugar as he smiled at the offender. His arm slung around your shoulders casually, like it belonged there, and pulled you into him. "Now run along, she's spoken for."

The boy in front of you rolled his eyes violently. "Whatever," he scoffed, turning on his heel, "not worth the effort." You grimaced at the implication but trained your eyes on your own feet.

"Thanks, Oikawa." I whispered, not moving, still frozen in place, taking in the heat he was giving off.

"You can call me Tooru." You didn't have to look up to know he was smirking down at you.

You simply sighed and nodded. "Right, thank you." You sniffled lightly and stepped away. He, surprisingly, didn't protest as his arm fell from your shoulders. "See you around." You barely made it a step away.

"Why won't you give me a chance?" His voice was quieter. Not whiny like it usually was when he begged you for a chance. It was a genuine question. "Honestly, am I that bad? So bad that you want nothing to do with me?"

You didn't know what made you do it. What made you turn around and look up at him. But you knew what made you speak... the genuine search for an answer written on his face. You sighed and let your shoulders fall.

"Listen, Oikawa." You turned your head so you didn't have to see him, but you could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face. "I know what I'm like." It came out quiet, and it was a miracle that he'd even been able to hear you. But the hall was dead quiet, no one but the two of us.

"I know what you're like and that you have options. So," you took a large inhale and held your breath, "even if I was interested in you, even if you really are interested in me right now. One day you won't be anymore." You shook your head lightly, your fingers twisting the trinket around your neck again. "I don't wanna have to deal with that one day." It was like when you started talking that you couldn't stop.

You felt like your pauses were too long but for all you knew they could have only been a millisecond. You could have been speaking a mile a minute and you wouldn't have known. Wouldn't have heard over the sound of blood rushing into your ears to the beat of your heart.

"I know that the second I let you know that your stupid charm works on me, that you so effortlessly can wear me down, my life will be over." You sighed deeply, rubbing your hands over your cheeks. "Everything but you would cease to matter as much as it does. Please, I don't need that."

The silence in the hallway was deafening. You couldn't even know if he was still there, refusing to turn and look. Your nerves felt like they'd been set on fire, painfully burning away one by one.

"Give me a chance." Your head snapped up so that you could watch him with inquisitive eyes. There was no smile on his face, no teasing glint in his eye.

"Listen," it was his turn to sigh, "I know how I come off." He shifted awkwardly on his feet, a change from the graceful movements you were used to seeing from him, and his hand came up to scratch at the back of his neck. "But all I'm asking for is a chance. Just one." He gave you a hopeful half smile. It was awkward on his face, boyishly charming.

Fuck.

"I swear I'll try my hardest to never hurt you. That's not what I want. Not ever."

"Oikawa," you started but he cut you off, again.

"Please. I just," sigh, "I can't get you out of my head. So just, one chance." He was dangerously close to begging, genuine begging, and you winced at the implications of what that meant for your resolve. "Just one chance, please. One date. And if it's awful and you never want to speak to me again then I'll leave you alone."

He stared at you, hopefully, and you could feel your resolve crumbling, like an old wall that he'd just laid his hand on, pulling pieces down. Fuck.

"One date." You watched his smile widen immediately and your eyes widened a bit in fear. Oh god... What had you done? "Only one date Oikawa. And then you leave me alone."

"It'll be the best date you've ever had!" You glared at him as he perked up. "Cross my heart!" He snapped a dopey smile on his face and threw his hand on his chest dramatically.

You sighed and shook your head in defeat. "Friday." He nodded enthusiastically as you rattled off your address. "God don't let me regret this." You muttered to yourself.

"Could I walk you home?" He asked excitedly.

"No." You sighed as you started away from him finally. "I'll see you Friday."

The week that followed passed by excruciatingly slow. You didn't tell anyone about the date with Oikawa. Not even Toshiko. Especially not after Karasuno's loss to Seijoh. It felt wrong. Honestly, especially with how excited you actually were to see Oikawa.

When Friday finally came around, you couldn't help but feel happy all day. There was a giddiness consuming your demeanor through your classes as you got closer to being able to go home.

You couldn't stop fidgeting with your hair, your clothes, your jewelry. Nothing felt perfect. And you kept feeling like he was late, but every time you looked over at the clock to prove yourself right, you weren't and he still had plenty of time to appear.

And appear he did. Five minutes early. A quick knock on the door that you probably answered way too quickly.

God did he look good too. He was out of his school uniform, in nice jeans and a button up. There was a sly grin on his face as he pulled flowers out from behind his back.

"Wow." You laughed lightly, warmth flooding across your skin as you took the flowers. "Really pulling out all the stops?"

"Hey," he shrugged and mirrored your laugh with a soft one of his own, "I only have one chance to convince you to give me another date." You failed miserable at pushing down the smile that creeped across your lips at his effort. "If we could, m'lady."

He half-bowed and gestured his arm out for you to walk down the stairs first towards where his car waited at the curb. You rolled your eyes as he opened your door for you but couldn't help the happiness that clouded your head. Maybe he wasn't all bad.

Actually, he was nothing but sweet and genuine all night long. He excitedly talked about his interests, starting with volleyball (of course) and spouting off into other topics. You heard the pride in his voice when he spoke of his nephew and listened to how he loved his friends. And he always, always, made sure to ask about your interests - assuring you that he was listening with a genuine sparkle of interest in his eyes whenever you feared you might be talking too much.

You knew he'd done it before the night was even over. Knew that he'd slipped under your skin and made his home there. Knew that he'd ended your life that easily. Erased the importance of everything other than him.

You hated him for it. Except... you didn't. You couldn't hate him, not one bit. Not even when you were staring at him in disbelief as he walked you to your front door again, rambling about aliens. You were laughing along with him, genuinely laughing and he was beaming about it.

"How about," you started, pausing in front of your door to turn and face him fully, "the next time we do this, I get to choose where we eat?" You were smiling as you watched him freeze, his face contorting through a million emotions as he processed your words before settling on excited.

"I get another date!?" he exclaimed, wide-eyed and smiling.

"Hmm," you hummed in faux consideration, "why don't you ask me?"

You let a soft smile quirk at your lips as he cleared his throat and slapped on one of his charming smirks. "L/n y/n, would you do the honor of going on another date with me?"

"Yeah," you laughed softly at the formality of it, "yeah I'd like that, Tooru." You smiled as he beamed at you, in awe. "So," you drew out the vowel of your word, glancing at your feet as you spoke the next, "you gonna kiss me goodnight too?"

He laughed heartily and wrapped an arm around your waist, easily pulling you to collide with his chest. Your hands rested against it steadily, one of his arms holding you in place by your waist while the other hand tilted your jaw up softly.

His kiss was nothing but sweet. Lips soft and warm against your own. He was all-consuming.

You went inside on a high that day. The dizzy feeling only fizzing out when you hit your mattress for the night. The high that was the feeling of being absolutely wanted by someone who you wanted too. Of being absolutely wanted by one of the most wanted men.

Suddenly, as you hit your mattress, the feeling was calmed by the reminder of what the girl had said to you mere weeks before.

You're just going to break him.

The giddy feeling washed away by the reminder that you'd be disowned if your friends knew. If they knew you let him take you on a date once, let alone that you're doing it twice.

So the sneaking around began.

It was easier than you thought, really, to hide him and your relationship from your friends. Most of the places you two frequented together weren't any places that your friends would show up. His friends seemed to warm up to the idea of you being around quickly too. Once they realized that you could snap Tooru out of a funk faster than even Iwa could, they basically begged to have you around more.

It took Tooru a whole month to officially ask you to be his girlfriend, wanting to show that he was serious about you. But then only one week after that for you to wind up with a new piece of jewelry around your wrist, a small 'T' dangling from the chain. And only one more after that for him to start sporting your initial around his own neck.

It felt like it was a whirlwind. Like every day you fell in deeper. All-consuming.

You hid it well. You both hid it well. Right up until Karasuno's match against Seijoh for the spring tournament.

It had taken Iwa, Mattsun, and Makki to pull Tooru away from your giggling form in the back hallway. Him trying to convince you to give him his 'good luck kiss' before the match. Your playful refusal threw him into a whining fit that had Iwa threatening to punch him if he didn't get it together.

In the end, the whole fiasco had resulted in you giving him a kiss anyways. And in you being late to meet Toshiko in the stands on the Karasuno side. Something that Toshiko wasn't letting go.

"Where were you?" She stared at you warily as you shifted in your seat. "You're not usually late to things."

"Oh." Your eyes flicked over to where Tooru was standing on the court, a small smirk crossing his lips when he caught you looking. You brought your attention back to your friend as quickly as it had strayed but your fingers fidgeted with the charm on your bracelet.

"How long?" Her voice came out irritated and you nearly jumped in shock as you met her gaze. You tilted your head in confusion and she let out an irritated puff of air. "How long have you two been dating?" She nodded her head to where your eyes had just lingered, where Tooru was practicing sets, and you sighed in defeat.

"Almost four months."

She nearly shrieked but quickly regained her composure, not trying to draw attention to the two of you. "Are you fucking kidding me?" You winced as she seethed the words out. "I thought you hated him."

"I tried to." You sighed, upset with yourself as you finally confided in your best friend. "The first time I saw Tooru, I knew I never wanted to see him again. I knew what would happen if I did." You groaned and let your head fall in your hands.

"I signed my death warrant Toshiko, I know I did. I know boys like him. I know he'll leave me one day. They never stay." You tried not to look at her, knowing she was looking at you with pity.

"Even if he does leave one day though," you dragged your eyes up to watch him on the court, his eyes immediately finding yours with a proud smile after landing a particularly perfect practice serve. A smile carved its way onto your own lips, "I can't help it."

You looked at your friend and her features were softer now as she watched you. "I'm so goddamn head over heels in love with Oikawa Tooru."

a/n hiding things from my bestie? could never be me. i talk too much.

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[denkithunder]

your kiss… my cheek… i watched you leave

character: oikawa toru

word count: 473

"Toru?" Your voice is raspy, barely above a whisper.

You’ve been watching him silently for a few minutes, contemplating on whether or not you wanted to interrupt his train of thoughts.

Blinking like he just came out of a trance, he hesitatingly turned towards you with a wobbly lip and tears in his eyes.

“Baby-” You try to reach over to him and comfort him, pausing when he stumbles backwards.

“I‘m s- ‘m sorry.” He lets out an exhale, breath shaky as he runs his hands through his hair.

Feeling uneasy, you take a moment to breathe and decide to take a step towards him, ignoring how he shuffles away for a moment before he forces himself to stay still.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You grab his arm, tugging him towards the seats 2 feet away from you.

After sitting him down, you wrap your arms around his shoulders playing with the hair at the nape of his neck before gently laying his head on your chest.

Running your right hand through his hair, you begin humming your favorite song. He raises his arms to wrap them around your waist, humming along with you as you begin swaying back and forth. 

“Christmas without you would just not be Christmas at all.” You murmur, laying your cheek on his head. 

He stiffens in your arms, barely pulling away before tightening his grip on you.  

“I’m sorry.”

“We’re gonna be okay.” You mumble into his hair, kissing his forehead when his grip tightens once more, “We’re gonna be okay. Promise.”

“I’m sorry.” He holds you close for a few more minutes without saying anything, getting up when he heard his flight was ready to board.

“I love you.” He whispered, brushing his lips against yours gently.

“I love you, too.” You smiled sadly, kissing him quickly.

“I can’t ask you to follow me and leave your family in a few years, or wait around for a phone call in case I have a few minutes to spare.” He moves to grab his bag, causing you to stumble backwards slightly in shock at his words.

“What are you saying?” You choked out with a strained voice, reaching for him as he began walking away.

“Toru! Hey, talk to me. What do you mean by that?” You grab his arm, forcing him to turn around people walking by both of you. 

“I’m sorry, but we should break up.” His voice was soft, it sounded as if he was on the edge of crying.

“Wha- why?” 

“Goodbye, love.” He whispered, kissing your cheek after giving you one last hug.

“No.” You reached out to grab him once more, failing to grasp him as your fingertips grazed his sweater. 

“Please, don’t do this.” You whisper, tears falling as you watch him walk away and board his plane. 

“Don’t leave me.”

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[tiza0925]

Drink it All | 18+

Warning/Tags: nsfw, afab/female reader, intoxicated/drugged sex (consensual), praise kink, pet names, teasing, vaginal fingering, degradation kink, multiple orgasms, dumbification, overstimulation, squirting, finger sucking, mating press, creampie, raw sex, Oikawa is great with aftercare though, SET IN A TIMELINE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18 

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“All of it, love.” 

You listen, tipping your head back as you lift the cup, your mouth open and throat working with a swallow as the liquid pours into your mouth. 

You feel your heart racing with nerves, your chest rising and falling rapidly, unsure how your body will react to this. 

But Oikawa said you’ll be okay. 

And you trust him. 

When you let out a wet gasp after swallowing the entire drink, you tip your chin back down to look at Oikawa—vision a little foggy, and your eyes feel hot and wet. 

“Good girl,” His smile is serene, syrupy, and slow, and he reaches with one hand to take the cup from you, while his other hand tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. “You always listen so well for me.” 

If this was with anyone else—you would’ve never agreed to this. 

Drinking an unknown liquid—because they asked you to—is fucking insane. 

But this is Oikawa—someone you’ve been dating for years, now. 

And he’s never given you a reason to not trust him—hence, the reason why you’re in this position, to begin with. 

Sitting on the bed, back against the bed frame with your legs—that are exposed except for your panties still on—sprawled out in front of you, and he sits in between those spread-out legs, easing you as the liquid takes over your senses. 

Your eyelids are starting to feel heavy, your mind slowly being stuffed with cotton, and you blink slowly—feeling the liquid travel and spread heat across your body and between your legs, and you murmur while getting a little drowsy, “Feels weird.” 

The expression on Oikawa’s face is soft and affectionate, and his hand moves to swipe a thumb over your plush lips. “I know, baby, you must feel all fuzzy in the head now, hm?” 

You nod, your limbs feeling heavy, and Oikawa runs his hands—they’re so rough but warm and heavy—up along your legs, squeezing your thighs as he soothes you. “You’re okay.” 

He must’ve noticed how you try to fight whatever drug was in that drink, or maybe he noticed how tense your legs are as he massages them, his voice coming out velvety and smooth. “Don’t fight it, love, it’s okay.” 

You let out a small whine—you’re not used to feeling your body lose control like this. 

“Just keep your legs open for me,” He murmurs, pulling at your panties to peel it off of you. “I’ll make you feel good, okay? No need to be scared, baby.” 

Your breathing quickens, and you feel your cunt throb as cold air fans against it once Oikawa takes your panties off—

“Shit, look at you,” Oikawa groans, brushing the tips of his fingers over your slit. “Such a pretty thing for me.” 

You don’t realize just how wet you already are—your entire body is quickly turning numb—but you do hear the wet sounds Oikawa’s fingers make as it toys with your pussy. 

“It’s so messy already,” He lifts his head to look at you, and a lopsided smile tugs at his mouth. “You that eager for me to use you, baby?” 

You shiver, unable to respond with how heavy your tongue feels in your mouth, only being able to let out silent moans—mouth opened—heavily panting and gasping. 

Oikawa chuckles, all low, and one hand grips your chin in a firm hold—directing you to look down between your legs where his other hand is. “See how wet you are?” 

As he says that, Oikawa pushes his middle finger inside you until the last knuckle, and you let out a whine as you watch how easily his finger sinks in.

God—you feel so achy, especially in your cunt. 

“Look at you sucking me in,” Oikawa keeps his hand on your chin, and you watch the way his finger drags in and out of you—the inside of his palm opened and facing you—the muscles in his hand working as he continuously curls his finger inside you. “Such a needy pussy, love.” 

You let out a whimper, sounding a little frustrated because you can’t feel anything with just one finger, and your fingers dig into the sheets beneath you as you mutter slowly, “Tooru…I—”

“You need more?” He already knows without needing you to say it, not with how needy your voice sounds—spurring him on as he gives your chin a gentle squeeze before letting go. “Those drugs already got you all numb that you can’t feel anything, hm, baby?” 

You nod, and your suck in a sharp breath when two more fingers join his middle—pushing all three inside your greedy cunt—and your eyes roll back when you finally feel a delicious stretch inside you, and the base of your head lolls back to lean against the bed frame. 

“That feel good?” 

You gulp, your voice breathy. “Y-yeah—”

But then you gasp, and your words bleed into a moan when Oikawa presses his thumb on your puffy little clit. 

“Can you cum for me, princess?” You whine, feeling yourself tighten around his fingers when he calls you that, and you close your eyes—feeling the drugs fully kick in and you’re too weak and numb to even move your head anymore. 

But you trust Oikawa to take good care of you—because he never hurt you. 

So you let go, feeling him stretch your pussy with his fingers while rubbing your clit to a throbbing orgasm. 

All you hear are his words praising you, telling you how much of a good girl you are and how pretty you look cumming on his fingers. 

But then—

But then soon after, you feel empty, and you manage to look down with a frown, only to see Oikawa pulling his fingers out—leaking with your juices—leaving your swollen pussy pulsing around nothing.

And he must’ve noticed the little pout you have on because he chuckles—leaning in to give your pouty lips a sweet kiss and murmurs against them. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll fill you up again just the way you like it, okay?” 

You sloppily kiss back—too slow and loopy to respond—and you make a small sound as Oikawa moves you to lay down on your back, feeling your body sink into the plush bed while he lifts your legs. 

Then you feel him guiding your legs over his shoulders, and something hot and heavy slides over your pussy. 

“You just need to look pretty for me,” Oikawa murmurs, voice also getting breathy, and he turns to give your calf a warm kiss, continuing to rock his hips to slide his cock over your leaking folds—making his balls hit your puffy lips. 

He does that, making your pussy drool all over his length as his pre-cum leaks over your tummy, teasing your engorged clit with every bump of his tip against it. 

And all you do is take it, lying there, moaning and panting until his cock finally pushes inside you—filling every inch of your plush walls—and Oikawa groans. 

“Fuck,” He leans down, kissing you because he just needs to, making you lose your mind and moan into the kiss. “So tight, baby, swallowing me like a good little slut for me.” 

And god—you throb around him, your arousal dripping everywhere and making a mess as he continues to sink further inside you until his hips are flushed against yours. 

But you’re too dizzy and muddled to feel the way his fat cock stretches you—how your pussy hugs him and makes him all wet as you cream all over his girth. 

All you feel is this buzzing ache growing stronger and stronger as he sets a pace of fucking you deep and slow—hearing the wet squelches of your pussy to show just how wrecked you are. 

All you feel is something thick lodged into you and choking you as he puts you in a mating press. 

And he fucks you, murmuring how dirty you are, how you take him like a dumb needy slut that always needs her pussy filled. 

All words that are laced with a level of affection where you know he doesn’t genuinely mean it. 

But he knows how much you love hearing it.

And Oikawa is just a caring partner that likes to make you lose it every time he fucks you. 

Even if that means abusing your tight little cunt while you’re brainless and unable to move to do anything about it. 

You whine when pressure is felt on your clit—and Oikawa rubs his thumb in slow circles over your clit, all while his dick thrusts in and out, pulling a trickle of fluid to wet the bed and his legs in the process. 

Soon enough—you’re arching your back, crying out a moan, as another orgasm pulses through you with a sudden snap. 

“There you go—shit—you were made to take me,” Oikawa fucks into you as you cum, gushing out clear fluids as you make a squirting mess on the both of you. 

And fuck—Oikawa loves it when you squirt. 

He loves seeing your face contort with pleasure as you make a mess on him—all because of his doing and his cock inside you. 

“Fuck—you’re so messy, you must feel all loose and dumb, huh, baby?” 

You start to cry, overstimulated from him fucking you through your orgasm, and his thumb hasn’t left your poor little clit.

But you still manage to nod.

And god—Oikawa wants to kiss you senseless at how much he loves you right now. 

“It’s okay, love,” He shushes you, wiping a tear on your cheek with his thumb, your lashes flutter against your cheek as you close your eyes. “I just need to cum, okay?” 

You shiver, only able to mumble out, “Kay.”

You’re fucked dumb by this point, feeling like a rag doll as he holds you and shoves his cock into you with no abandon. 

But he knows how to fuck you to make you cum almost easily—his dick hitting that sweet spot in your walls over and over with every roll of your hips—his balls slapping your sloppy pussy as warmth travels from your core down to your legs, stars shooting beneath your closed eyelids as everything turns white and blurry. 

You think you orgasmed again. 

You can’t tell. 

All you feel is liquid heat filling your bones, a hot and heavy body on top of you, and yourself melting into the bed beneath you. 

“Suck on this,” You don’t know what Oikawa is making you suck on—but your mouth opens anyway, almost instinctively, just from hearing the word ‘suck’ from him.

But then you feel his thumb press on your tongue, and you immediately moan as you wrap your lips around it, sucking it as if it was his cock. 

“Good baby,” Oikawa drawls, voice low and heavy, “your mouth is too sweet to not use it.” 

You just suck some more, letting him hold you down and fuck deep into you until you’re letting out another squirting orgasm—soaking the bed and his stomach—and you hear his groan falter, his pace quickening. 

“You gonna keep all my cum inside you, baby?” He asks that, and you whimper with a nod, giving his thumb a slow suck. 

“W-want it—”

And that’s all he needs to hear to make that final cord in him cut loose, and he’s grinding his hips against yours as he buries his dick as far as he can—spurting out thick loads of cum deep inside you, making your sore pussy drink every drop. 

“Such a good slut for me, baby,” He kisses your lips so gently, lovingly, as the last bits of his sticky cum spill into you—filling you so much that some leaks out while his cock is still inside your cunt. 

You grunt, so fucking exhausted and ready to knock out from whatever the hell Oikawa gave you. 

And he smiles, sweet and affectionate, kissing you one last time before pulling back, his voice soft. “Let me take care of you now, love.” 

And he does. 

With lots of praise and kisses. 

With a warm bath after wiping you clean. 

Even if you feel too dizzy and intoxicated to move properly—Oikawa happily does all the work for you.

He makes sure you drink some water, giving you bits of fruit to eat as well. 

He takes such good care of you after treating you like a fuck toy in bed—

And you smile, all dazed and warm, through it all—your heart feeling so full.

End.

> Masterpost

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[lovingache]

𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞

𝐭. 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 summary: toru has a praise kink— no, really. that's it. warnings: 18+ only, minors do not interact! | gn!reader, aged up!haikyu!! no y/n, praise (toru receiving), teasing (reader receiving), a hint of overstim (reader receiving), possessiveness, word count: 684 (the haikyu!! brainrot is real, y'all) a/n: yeah, i got nothing to say about this. i stand by this 1000%, that man has a PRAISE KINK!!

ok i was talking about this in some tags but i’m obsessed with the idea that toru melts for praise in bed.

it doesn’t even have to be a full sentence, he’ll take anything you give him and he’ll let it go straight to his cock ego. whether it’s muttered words in between possessive kisses after he’s won a match, a shuddered “t-toru, you feel good, fuck,” or full on praising him while your mouth is full of him, gagging while complimenting him, “mm—fuck, toru you’re so big, c-can’t believe i get to do this to you,” this man will get off to it.

good luck dealing with him when his team loses because he will not stop until he wrings out every last aching compliment from you. it always starts the same with him pouting at you, moaning about how they lost because he didn't read the team right, didn't set right, couldn't get his serves perfect enough.

when you finally kiss him (mainly to shut him up but also because he's your boyfriend and you want to cheer him up), his whole demeanour changes. "ah, thank you, angel," he sighs as he presses another tender kiss against your mouth, relishing how his tongue pressing against yours can make you whimper so easily. you always made him feel like he was the best when he's with you, always so reactive under his touch as if it were the first time.

"i know something i'm always good at though. right, angel?" he says, his voice dropping in a similar way when he's figured out a team's weakness before teasing at your neck and jaw. "something that i know i can always do for you," he murmurs against your skin, his hands roaming your body possessively, chuckling as you shudder beneath him.

he leans close to your ear and whispers, "tell me. how good does just my mouth and hands on you feel hm, angel?" and beams with pride as you stutter out a shaky, "f-feels really good, toru."

heaven help you because the minute he has you pinned to the bed, he’ll lick and suck at all your most sensitive parts, relishing your whimpers and groans as he makes you cum repeatedly. he'll smile up from between your legs as you get more and more drunk on his touch, shuddering and whimpering from the multiple times he's already made you cum.

“was that good, baby? it was, wasn't it," he'll say before working you up dangerously close to the edge again, all while smiling down at you. "tell me. i’m the best you’ve ever had, right?” he says it not as a question but a fact he's merely verifying with you, waiting patiently for you to catch your breath to reply to him as he coos pet names at you. "oh, is my poor baby already fucked out? i haven't actually fucked you yet, angel. god, i guess i really am the best you've ever had."

he pauses as he starts to push himself into you, teasing you with the head of his cock, "no, that's wrong. right, angel?" he stops his movements to further punctuate his point, "i'm the best you'll ever have, right? tell me." he says, growing impatient as you stammer nonsense.

he chuckles lightly, enjoying how drunk you are on the orgasms he's already given you before tsk'ing at you. "c'mon angel, use that pretty little head of yours and tell me the truth, tell me what we both already know. you know i can't fuck you until you tell me," he taunts, mouthing at your neck again as he pushes in ever so slightly.

he only starts to fuck you when you relent, squeaking out a stuttering, “y-yes, god, toru. best i’ve e-ever had— will ever have. please!” his signature charming smile snakes its way across his face as he watches you plead for him, his pride restored as he sees you break beneath him.

he kisses you tenderly as he pushes into you in one satiating motion, filling you completely as he looks down at you with half-lidded eyes,

“say it again.”

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[teamatsumu]

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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[basilly]

𝐇𝐔𝐆 𝐌𝐄 !!

|| ➼ in which you ask them for a hug

characters: oikawa, kuroo, atsumu, kita, & kageyama

warning: no pronouns, fluff!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ oikawa quickly grins before hiding it with a pout. he loves his physical contact but sometimes it's inconvienent for you. he complains you were "rejecting his affection" but how are you supposed to type with two hands and hold hands with him??

he tries to resist, leaving his arms crossed. "oh so NOW you don't want affection??" after a longgg hug from you and a couple feather light kisses all over his face, he's giddly smiling and returning all the affection and more.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ kuroo raises his eyes in surprise- he's a little cocky about it. "oh?? a hug?" he teases you a bit before giving in. "i need to remember this moment forever." he even makes a mental reminder to tell kenma about this- not that kenma would even listen.

he loves to tuck you against his tall nature, his head rested on yours. you especially love when his jacket ends up wrapping around your shoulders in the process, providing you warmth, and lightly scented as your boyfriend.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ atsumu has a little smirk on his face. "sorry i didn't hear you- you want a what now?" he uses this to his advantage to get as many kisses as he wants. "i need ya to give me a kiss for that hug." taps his cheek for a peck with the biggest smile on his face.

not that it's an issue for you though, you'd give him a million kisses to sink within his warmth. the years of volleyball did him well, his toned arms wrapping around your frame. he tucks his face into your neck, pressing kisses in the area.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ kita accepts gratefully. even though he feels bad that he's sweaty from working all day in the heat, he wouldn't let you wait. he immediately relaxes within you arms, dropping his head on your shoulder.

he gently fiddles with your hair, swaying the two of back and forth. you're rubbing circles into his back, eventually the two of you begin dancing to silence in the kitchen. this was all he's imagined going home to in his dreams.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ kageyama doesn't know how to take it. he freezes up and blsuhes before awkwardly wrapping one arm around you and patting your head with the other. you can only giggle and kiss him on the corner of his lips, making him blush even harder.

after a couple seconds he relaxes, getting more comfortable and snuggly. when you attempt to let go, you find yourself struggling. "tobio??" "one.. one more minute." it definitely wasn't but you didn't mind.

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[kitasgloves]

"Lover"

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— ♬ "Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?"

— ♬ Oikawa x Reader, timeskip, SFW, tooth-rotting fluff, gen reader, established relationship, please Oikawa is so lover-coded ugh

You'd say that you met Oikawa Tooru late in your life. It was unfortunate that you didn't experience the opportunities back then if you and him met earlier. But it was a blessing that you ended up falling for him out of all people, how lucky you felt when he fell for you just the same. Leaving the Christmas lights up 'til January, after all, this is your place with him, and you and he make the rules. There's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about Oikawa. Sometimes you wonder if you've known him for twenty seconds or twenty years.

Being away from your lover wasn't easy, though you managed. You're not the type to beg him to stay knowing he can find happiness and success elsewhere, you didn't want to hinder Oikawa's improvement or ruin his happiness. You wanted to share that joy with him and be the one who enables him to be true happiness. However, even after a million video calls and text messages sent to him across the globe, you can't fight off the longing. The desire to feel him beside you, to have him within your reach, and the urge to never let go. You wished you could go where he goes and always be this close, forever and ever.

But when Oikawa returns to the country he is sure to take you out and take you home. After all, he's your lover. It resembles the myth of Persephone, how he spent six months in Argentina and six months in your arms. Yet there were no complaints, and he's the man of his word. June was the month he always returned home, the perfect time to also celebrate his birthday. Parties were often wild and heartwarming, friends and family were invited and drinks and music filled the atmosphere.

Everybody adored Oikawa, it reflected in the constant crowd that surrounded him, either fans or friends. You understood it, after all, you fell for his charm. But only you succeeded in seeing who he was. You had the privilege of seeing Oikawa unveiled. When the cameras weren't on, and when nobody was looking. Oikawa was a passionate, earnest, and kindhearted man who happened to be a volleyball nerd. How could you not possibly gain feelings?

"Honey, can Iwa-chan and the rest crash in the living room? They're absolutely wasted"

Oikawa chuckled as your eyes panned to his three friends stumbling over each other towards the living room. You roll your eyes playfully and snicker. You nod, this was his and your place and you make the call. As the party ended, everyone was asleep. But you're wide awake, gazing at Oikawa's lovely face. His luscious eyelashes and perfect chocolate locks make you sigh dreamily, how you managed to bag a guy like him still feels like a mystery. Your hand reaches to caress his soft cheek.

You're highly suspicious that everyone who sees him wants him. How could they not? Oikawa was the perfect package, from personality to looks. Maybe it was this stupid fear of being replaced by someone better, but you couldn't bear the thought of him being taken away. Because you've loved him three summers now, but you want them all.

Oikawa stirs in his sleep, one eye opens and sees your wobbling lip. He doesn't overreact, instead, he takes your hand from his cheek and pulls you in his embrace. He soothes your fears with a gentle kiss on your forehead and reassures you with an arm over your figure. 'I'm not going anywhere, love' it tells you and you melt. Oikawa falls back to sleep with a smile after seeing you snore softly in his arms.

"We're wearing red!"

"No! Blue!"

"No! We did Blue last time!"

"Fine! Turquoise then!"

You huff at him with your hands on your hips when he pouts at you. Tomorrow was going to be the yearly Official Volleyball Gala that you've attended with him a thousand times already. You and Oikawa were famous for having matching outfits that make the Paparazzi look forward to. Playing along, you two decided to feed the media what they wanted. This was the root of petty arguments over what outfit should be worn this year. You proposed to go with red since you both haven't worn that color in a while but Oikawa insisted on going blue even if you both already did previously.

You load your shopping cart with red clothing and Oikawa lets out a dramatic gasp. He plucks the clothes out of the cart and replaces them with Turguioise-colored dress shirts. You scowl at him as you both go neck to neck with each other in the shopping mall. 

"I'm tired, Tooru! Just give up and choose red!"

"How about this, we go with pink!"

You raise a brow when he enthusiastically shows you a light pink tuxedo. You placed a hand under your chin and hummed, not bad. You go to look for the same colored outfit to match the tuxedo and your boyfriend's eyes sparkle.

"Fine, only because we haven't worn that color in a while"

Oikawa cheers as he picks you up in his arms, spins you around, and litters your faces with obnoxious kisses. You both exited the mall satisfied with an agreement. The preparation for the gala was chaotic, it was filled with traded compliments and flirting. On arrival at the gala, all heads turn to the both of you. Cameras aimed at you two as the flashes blinded you, of course, they're more interested in your boyfriend so it takes the pressure off of you. After security stopped the paparazzi at the entrance, you and Oikawa went to chat with every athlete you were friends with including friendly associates.

"Oikawa-san! [Name]-san!"

"Shoyo!"

You and Oikawa said in unison as you both went to hug the orange-haired athlete, Hinata Shoyo. He goes to compliment you and Oikawa's matching outfit as he often did, catching up with the two of you before politely leaving. You and your boyfriend parted ways to briefly linger with other guests at the gala. Oikawa had a hilarious exchange with Kageyama Tobio and Ushijima Wakatoshi while you gossiped with Yaku Morisuke and Kuroo Tetsuro. When you two reunited, both of you had an unexpected encounter with Atsumu Miya and Sakusa Kiyoomi.

"Well if it isn't the one I defeated on 'The most handsome setter of the year' poll"

"I will fuckin' skin ya alive"

"Nice to see you again, Sakusa-san!"

"Likewise"

The gala goes on as it always does. Quick speeches and athletes sharing their gratitude. Music and food, and overall a relatively good time. But there was a sudden surprise when all the athletes' significant others were invited on stage to give a speech for their athlete lovers. You were caught off guard when Kuroo pulled you in line. You witnessed Akaashi Keiji's heartfelt speech for Bokuto Koutaro, the crowd was sniffing. A funny woman went on stage to basically make fun of Suna Rintaro's posture but nonetheless gave him a romantic message. When you are up next, your stomach drops.

You were thrusted up on stage with a microphone, and you gulped. Public speaking wasn't your forte, it was more of an Oikawa thing. To see thousands of eyes on you made you quiver like a freezing kitten. But Oikawa was there to save you and all he did was send you a smile and a heart sign in the crowd. Suddenly, you feel like giving a ten-hour speech.

"Hi, I'm [Name] [Surname]. Me and Oikawa have been together for ages, most of the time I feel like I have a toddler for a boyfriend"

There were chuckles in the crowd, you don't need to see but you know your boyfriend is somewhere pouting and crossing his arms. But you continue.

"All's well that ends well to end up with him. I swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover. He'll save all the dirtiest jokes for me and at every table, I'll save him a seat"

A collective sound of 'Aww's flooded the room. Your eyes meet with your lover, Oikawa, who gazes back in a way as if he's on the verge of crying.

"To you, my lover, I love you"

You ended your speech as everyone responded with applause louder than you anticipated. You ran backstage to sprint towards Oikawa who had his arms open. He engulfs you in a tight embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck, holding you impossibly close. You hold on to him without the intention of letting go, drawing yourself in his affection.

"God, you're such a sap, [Name]"

"Shut up, I clearly saw you almost burst into tears"

You both pulled away. Seconds after, Oikawa leans over to kiss you. It was tender and romantic and it made your knees weak for all the right reasons. When you two part, he was grinning at you like he won the lottery and you're sure you're smiling back at him like an idiot.

"Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?"

"Of course, my darling"

Your smile went wider and he did the unexpected instead. Oikawa pulls out a tiny white box from his pocket and bends on one knee. Air gets violently knocked out of your chest when you gasp, your eyes are immediately wet when he reveals to you a glimmering silver ring.

"Tooru, you did fucking not-"

"Marry me, [Name]. I'll take you everywhere with me, back to Argentina and here in Japan. Then we can always be this close, forever and ever"

Who would've anticipated Oikawa Tooru proposing to you backstage when not a soul was able to witness it? You couldn't hold back a sob, so you only answered with a nod and a choked-out 'Yes' before the setter pounced at you with a hug and a long kiss on your lips. You can see the tears in the corner of his eyes as he slips the ring on your finger. And you couldn't be more happier, to be finally engaged with your lover.

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

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[f10werfae]

O.K since your a fan of haikyuu could you write about Tōru Oikawa dating shy and sweet reader, who is their volleyball manager. headcanon if you want

Tōru Oikawa x Shy!Sweet!Reader

summary: Headcanon of Oikawa and Y/n’s relationship

Full Masterlist, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated

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♡ Oikawa first spotted shy!reader when she stumbled into the gymnasium holding a poster of theirs, which said they were looking for a new manager

♡ At first she was extremely shy, even finding it awkward to hand out their water bottles as their simple ‘thank yous’ would make her blush bright red. Oikawa would make it a mission to deliberately tease her by saying things like “You look extra pretty today Y/n, is that for me?”

♡ “Stop teasing me, it hurts” After a few months of endless teasing Y/n decided to confront Oikawa outside the gym after practice, she hated the fact that this brunette that she had grown to admire seemed to love making her uncomfortable. Almost as if he hated her. “What are you talking about? Can’t you see what i’m doing? Why I walk you home everyday after practice? The compliments I give you every second? You think i’m trying to hurt you”

♡ “Well that’s what it seems like” She muttered looking down, her shoes becoming the most interesting thing in the world. One of his hands planted by her head as he leaned in, their faces inches from each other, “Tell me Y/n, do you feel anything for me or am I being stupid?”

♡ When Y/n simply nodded her head, that was all it took for Oikawa to finally plant a sweet kiss onto her lips, her hands gripping onto the ends of his volleyball jacket. “Have I told you today, how pretty you look Y/n?”

♡ It was only a shock to the rest of the team when Oikawa and their shy!manager walked with their hands intertwined, her schoolbag over his other shoulder as he kissed her forehead tenderly with his hands cupping her face before they separated. With Oikawa going to the coach and Y/n starting her duties.

♡ “So I can sleepover tonight?” Oikawa would asking jokingly every single day on the walk home, only to be shocked one day when Y/n finally said he could; she swore his face grew redder with him practically speed walking to her home for a night full of cuddling and stolen kisses

♡ His fangirls weren’t necessarily as big a problem once they moved onto the other teammates such as Iwaizumi. Although on the odd occasion Y/n would find a girl flirting to Oikawa she’d stay hidden to hear him say things like, “Haven’t you seen how pretty my girlfriend looks today?” “Hey where did you get that bag? I think she’d like something like that”

♡At all his games he would whine and throw childish tantrums when she’d show up in assistant coach attire rather than his jersey which he gave. So the times she’d appear. wearing the number “1” he would howl up into the audience telling everyone that was his girlfriend and how proud he was of her. Showing her off even to the other teams, causing the likes of Nishinoya and Tanaka to wonder how the hell he managed to bag such a sweet girl.

♡ “Ok but you’re l not doing it right Y/nnn” He whined turning around, clearly not happy with Y/n’s abilities of being the bigger spoon, her body not being able to fully wrap around the lanky player. “It’s not my fault you’re tall” She would scoff turning around in his bed rolling her eyes, and like clockwork he would immediately snuggle into her bag, effectively making her the little spoon which honestly they both preferred.

♡ “Coach why can’t we share a room? Don’t you trust me?” Showing off his pretty eyes to his coach, he intertwined his fingers with Y/n’s as they sat in the lobby of the hotel they were staying at during the tournament away from home. Her suitcase already held in his hands, because funnily enough they decided to just share a suitcase to make it easier, and so they have no excuse but to share a hotel room.

♡ “I have something for you Tōru, I made it myself” Y/n beamed pushing over a food container to her boyfriend, the playing field was empty during lunch with everyone else rushing to get food from the canteen. “What is it? Did my pretty girlfriend make me food?” Giddily he unwrapped the cloth tied around it to reveal slices of his favourite milk bread, his holy grail.

♡ “Did you make anymore milk bread?” Oikawa would ask the next day, circling around his girlfriend as soon as she walked through the school gates, his smile widening when she handed him a whole loaf this time; his hand patted his stomach happily while his other arm wrapped around her shoulder affectionately. “I am definitely a lucky guy”

♡ “Hey pretty who are you? Oh wait that’s my girl” He would call out in the middle of the hallway, using it as another opportunity to show off his fairytale relationship

♡“I bought us something, pretty. Look, it’s like matching pyjamas but cute” Holding up two sets of pyjamas he watched her face lighten up, the both of them immediately cramming into the bathroom to get changed before indulging in one of their scheduled movie nights. Every Friday it was almost obligatory for them to spend the night together, wrapped in each other’s warmth because there was honestly no one else Oikawa would rather spend his time with, other than his pretty.

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psa: first time writing for haikyuu so…

library: @f10werfaes-cosy-collection

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[noyasmashing]

hmm so like a doubting oikawa who thinks he’s not good for you or anything similar after when they lose against karasuno in that one match, and you just show him how much of a good boy he is and reader basically comforts him. can be fluff or smut

ughhh i need him so bad 😔😔

anyway no nsfw in this one! just lots of love!

Oikawa always projected an air of confidence, strength, and a touch of arrogance. It was one of the many reasons why you find yourself attracted to him. So when you first started dating, you never expected how much reassurance he required. But that was okay! you were much more than willing to provide it for your special lover.

However, walking into your bedroom to find him curled up sadly under the warm blanket broke your heart. Deep down, he was a sensitive man, and seeing you being hit on by someone else had shaken him deeply. He resented the way you smiled at the other guy, as if you didn't have someone you loved. His insecurities were running wild; maybe he was right, maybe you didn't love him after all.

As he lay there in that moment, lost in his thoughts, your warm hand gently slid across his waist, pulling him closer. You spooned him, feeling his tense body against yours, trying to offer comfort.

"Toru? Are you alright?" you asked softly against his exposed neck, genuinely worried. He turned to face you, surprised to see the concern in your eyes as you gazed at his sadness.

"I... you hate me," he stammered, his voice shaky with doubt.

"What? No, Toru, I could never hate you. I love you, really," you reassured him soothingly, causing the tips of his ears to turn red in a mix of flattery and relief.

Before he could respond with more of his insecurity, you intervened, saying, “Is this because of that guy I was talking to earlier?”

He nodded hesitantly, feeling a pang of shame for letting such a minor interaction affect him so deeply. "you were flirting," he mumbled, unable to meet your gaze.

Your hand reached up to gently caress his face. "Why would I flirt with anyone when I have you, my dear?" you cooed, your tone full of warmth and reassurance.

As you continued to stroke his face gently, Oikawa felt a rush of relief wash over him. Your words and touch melted away his insecurities, replacing them with a sense of comfort and belonging.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, finally meeting your eyes. "I just... I can't stand the thought of losing you."

You smiled tenderly, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. "You're not going to lose me, Toru. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."

His tense shoulders began to relax as he took in your words. The weight of his fears seemed to lift, replaced by the warmth of your embrace.

"I love you so much," he confessed hiding his red face into the crook of your neck, his voice soft and vulnerable.

Your heart swelled with affection at his cuteness. "I love you too, Toru. More than anything."

#sub haikyuu #dom reader #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #sub!character #sub character #haikyu x you #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #hq oikawa #oikawa fluff #oikawa x you #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa torū #oikawa toru #toru oikawa

[nubisaureus]

when you wear their jersey

how the haikyuu boys react when you wear their volleyball jersey

character(s): Oikawa, Tsukishima, Kuroo

pairing(s): fem!reader x timeskip!Oikawa, Tsukishima, Kuroo (separately)

contents: very suggestive language, nakedness, taunting, established relationship, shared house, implied marriage proposal

a/n: not proofread! I am currently sick so apologies if it's not that good but it's been such a long time since I had written about the haikyuu boys T^T

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Oikawa

(a/n I'm completely whipped for this fucker, I literally can't stop writing about him sdjkaskddks)

It had absolutely been a dream of yours to wear his jersey, ever since you two had started dating, so one time before a match you snatched it from his closet, and showed up at the game wearing it.

As he scored his first point, his eyes instinctively scanned the crowd, looking for your face. As he finally detected you, he was surprised to see what you were wearing, but ultimately smiled brightly, giving you a meaningful and eloquent look.

You gave him an innocent one, casually tying it in a knot, revealing your abdomen to him. His smile quickly turned into a grin, and you gave him a naughty smile.

Maybe it was just your impression, but during the rest of the game you noticed he was ever so slightly faster, more powerful and precise

Who would've thought wearing his jersey would've riled him up so much?

After the match, you two went home, but not before Tooru having to deal with a very feisty army of girls that were desperate for his attention.

Some of them did have his jersey as well, but it couldn't even compare to yours: it had Tooru's smell on it.

«So..someone wanted to show off today, huh?» he started, hooking a finger under the knot you had made, pulling you closer to him.

You looked at him through your lashes, faking an innocent attitude.

«I have no idea what you're talking about..I just liked this random t-shirt..» you faked even more, playing dumb.

He smirked, leaning into your charade.

«Oh, so if it's just a random t-shirt, then you wouldn't mind taking it off, right..?»

You panicked a bit, not wanting to take it off.

«To be honest, I'd like to keep it, thank you very much.»

«Oh, so you want to keep it on while I fuck you senseless?»

Tsukishima

You decided to wear his volleyball jersey to bed. It was just a random choice really, but when he came home later that night, you were met with his arched brows.

«Interesting choice of night outfit.» he commented, putting his duffel bag down, and slowly undressing, basically getting ready to shower.

You looked at him, your insides burning at the way he nonchalantly remained naked before you, except for his boxers.

«I hope for your sake that you're not wearing anything under it.»

And you weren't. You were feeling naughty that night, and besides, his jersey was so big compared to your body, that it was enough to cover up to halfway of your thigh anyway.

«Why don't you find out for yourself, Tsukki?» you taunted him, lightly stretching, making the hem of the skirt slide up, almost revealing your intimate parts.

He gave you an intense look. Even through his glasses, you could feel the intensity of his lust, and you were going to rile him up even more.

You beckoned for him to get closer, and he did, leaning his weight on the bed.

Your body was halfway covered by the bed sheets, but it didn't last long: he slid them down, and grabbed you by the ankles, making you slide all the way towards him, since you were so short compared to him (a/n who isn't though? boi is fucking 1.90 m, ffs).

The motion made the jersey slide all the way to your waist, revealing your lack of underwear.

«Would you look at that. Exposed, aren't we?» he taunted you, fingers trailing your thigh, making you shiver.

Maybe you would've worn his jersey more often, after all.

Kuroo

You wanted to surprise him a bit, so you decided to dig in the closet for his high school jersey.

«Found it.» and you put it on, finding out the Nekoma color scheme complimented your features quite well. What a nice added bonus.

As he came home from work, he found you casually working from home in his high school jersey and jeans, making your silhouette look phenomenal.

«Do my eyes deceive me, or are you wearing my high school jersey?» he asked, not sure whether to be confused or flattered, but then the latter option won.

He set the briefcase on the table, coming to you to hug you from behind.

«So?» he urged, wanting to know.

«I don't know, I just wanted to surprise you I guess? And having your surname on my back kinda feels nice too..»

«Oh?» you blushed, not sure how you had managed to actually say it out loud.

«Forget I said anything, I just don't know what got into me.» you swiftly take it back, but you can feel his smile on your neck, as he kisses the crook of it, in a sign of affection.

«Well, if you want my surname so badly, how cruel of me would it be to deny your request, my dear?» and you felt him take something out of his pocket.

You ended up crying of joy that night.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu oikawa #haikyu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo testuro #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo x you #kuroo tetsuro oneshot #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x y/n #oikawa fic #oikawa imagine #oikawa hcs #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #hq tsukishima #tsukishima hcs #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima x you #tsukishima haikyuu #tsukishima headcanons #tsukishima kei #tsukki x you #tsukki smut

[p4ndawrites]

Love never felt easier

Tags: Female Reader, love interest insert, no mention of Y/N

Hey Guys! So this is just me getting back into writing so sorry if it's a bit rusty. Eitherway I hope you enjoy!

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She loved him. Didn't she?

The constant thrum of her heartbeat that spiked when he was around had proven that. Though she played it off easily considering how playful she was around others, but surely…

Surely, this was different.

Perhaps it started with the small things, like noticing the way he would tap his pencil on the desk to fill the silence, the constant 'ticking' serving as a way for others to know that he was bored. Or how he wasn't afraid to be himself even if others thought negatively about him. The happy, over-the-top personality that somehow made it so much easier to hide the growing feelings she felt under a veil of irritation yet also made it difficult to hide the smile that almost always appeared when he was around.

When had it even started? Was it after she threatened to hit him with her bag? Or was it when she asked him over for their weekly movie night?

Maybe it had started when he had stayed over the night last month and woke to her silent sobs that she thought she could get out without waking him. When he wrapped his arms around her, teasing her in hopes her anger would overtake her sadness (no one said he was good at comforting others, but the thought counts) because he'd rather see her yelling than crying. How she had woken up that morning to his blanket being thrown over her own, him lying asleep on the other couch that somehow had been pulled closer to her own.

Or maybe, just maybe it had been because he never spoke of it again. He would tease and nag, but he'd never ask her why she was crying because he knew that she would have told him if she were comfortable with it.

Either way, the point is that she fell for him, hadn't she? Every action, every smile, every word, she had softened quite a bit recently towards him. No longer would she snap at him as much as she did before, seeming to go for more of a teasing approach just to see his smile widen as he took on the challenge.

Now that she thinks about it, she probably had been in love with him for a while and only realized it now when it was too much to ignore. People seem to think that it's easy for one to notice when their feelings change for someone, but how do you know when everything feels the same?

Same words, different font.

The point is, she's pretty sure that she fell for him. Now what should she do? No one gave detailed instructions on how to deal with the emotion, and now she was completely in the dark.

But all in all, no matter how irritating he may be and how many times she wished he had an off switch, she's glad she fell for him.

Because even though she's in the dark about what to do now, he'll be the light to pull her out of it.

He always is.

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copyright © p4ndawrites

Do not steal work or repost as your own

#hawks x reader #marius von hagen x reader #denki kaminari x reader #gojo satoru x reader #itadori x reader #oikawa toru x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #anime x reader #dazai x reader #mha x y/n #bsd dazai #jjk x reader #mha fanfiction #fluff #wrote this in 20 minutes lol #I'm probably gonna delete it if I hate it but we'll see #writing slump #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #dunno what other characters to add lol #akabane karma x reader #jjk fluff #mha fluff #tot fluff #assassination classroom fluff #haikyuu fluff

[excalibur-gone-missing]

Paring: Toru Oikawa x female reader

Requested: no

Genre: smut, female receiving

Warning(s): cunnilingus, figuring, degradation

Summary: Toru eating out his freeuse slut aka you

Word count: 743

Other works

Beta reader: none

disclaimer: this is my first time writing smut, so dont expect it to be stellar (do lemme know if it was good or not)

a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask. Plus, if you loved it enough don't forget to reblog, it will help me reach a larger audience.

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Oikawa was your pretty cute roommate. You both had met during your college days and as dorm partners and had bonded over time. Now, three years after finishing, you both are still going strong as roomies.

He has settled into his big-boy job of playing volleyball full-time, and you have the most boring nine-to-five ever. Although the big-time celebrity he is, plus the wealth that is flowing into his bank, says he is a richie rich dude, but the boy still refuses to move out, and who are you to say otherwise?

Now, the refusal to move has some ulterior motives, but it's not like you were not aware of that. The man is obsessed with you, more like your pussy, so much so that he refuses to let you have a moment of peace in the house when you both are alone.

The fact that neither of you are in a relationship helps a lot in contributing to it, not like a simple boyfriend would stop the man from bending you over in the most obnoxious place and ramming his cock into you, but surely it would create a bit of hindrance, and no one likes those.

To put it in the most simplest from, you are his personal free-use slut; that’s what you are. You could deny it, but you know it as well as he does, that you'd bend in the middle of a crowded street if he wanted you to.

Not like he actually wanted that to happen, but you get the point. So, as a general rule in the house, it is forbidden for you to wear panties or a bra, not like you liked to do so anyways. He liked having access to your pussy at all times of the day so that he could always take you anywhere and everywhere.

 Just like this time, when he came back from the gym all sweaty and thirsty, for your pussy.

Walking into the house, he looks around for you only to find you on the balcony tending to those basil plants you have started growing a few months ago. Leaving his gym bag on the couch, he strides over to you and without a single word, he pushes you towards the railing of the balcony and, bending down, he settles himself between your legs.

“Been thinking about you all day,” he says from between your legs and without letting you answer, he pulls down your shorts to get the view of your glistening pussy, with its puffy lips.

“Did you play with yourself while I was away?” he asks, looking at you, only for you to let out a flustered whine.

“I just edged myself, Toru, I couldn’t cum,” you say, thoroughly flustered.

“Dumb whore can’t even make herself cum without my cock, that’s what you needed, wasn’t it?” he laughs as you vigorously nod.

Without wasting another moment, he dives into your pussy, licking a long stripe of it and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. With each and every lick it becomes even harder for you to keep your voice lower, eventually your screams pierce through the quite evening, making sure to let all the pedestrians know who is eating you out so well.

Latching his face further into your heat, he adds two fingers inside you and immediately starts curling them. Your essence dripping onto his tongue is like heaven, sweeter than any candy he could ever have.

While letting out lewd breathy moans, you grip his hair hard as he keeps abusing your cunt.

“To-toru, ahh-”

“Yes, scream my name, slut, let the world know who makes you go all dumb over his tongue,” he groans.

“Toru, I’m gonna-”

Before you could complete your sentence, the waves of pleasure hit you harder than anything else. With a loud scream of his name, you come all over his face and like a starved man, he drinks you up till the last drop of your cum is gone and you are shaking with overstimulation.

Emerging from between your thighs, he gives your pussy a quick slap, saying, “I'm gonna go take a shower, I expect you to be naked on your knees beside my bed, slut.”

With that, he is out, leaving you to shakily walk into the house towards his bedroom, because what Toru wants he gets, and you are no one to deny him the pleasure he so politely asked you for.

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a/n: again if you have read till the end do tell me how you liked it, and thanks for reading.

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[scarletgray]

why do fanfics have healing powers

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[namis-wifey]

bf!Oikawa who looks like he isn't listening but he is,he is listening to every single detail you are listing about the game you just found and about your new favorite character.

bf!Oikawa whose team knows when you go to one of their games because he is lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat of his forehead more than usual.

bf!Oikawa whose nephew is tired of hearing your name but it's always happy when you come over.

bf!Oikawa who tried to balance your relationship with his passion but always thinks he's failing at both.

bf!Oikawa who need help to organize his schedule and a lot of reassurance that you love him but either way you will tell him if he ever acts like an idiot towards you.

bf!Oikawa who waits for you to have lunch together and arranges bento boxes for you so you can switch with him. "It's a cute couple thing to do" he says,and he is right.

bf!Oikawa who gets teased to no end for liking you so much but will suck it up if it made you laugh a little. Because it's true,both of you are smitten with each other.

bf!Oikawa whose worst fear is losing everything he has worked for so he clings to you emotionally, your presence always lingering on his mind even when he is doing the most mundane things.

bf!Oikawa whose heart breaks when something bad happens to you and wishes it was him suffering instead.

bf!Oikawa who loves you to no end and will go out of his way to make you happy.

#oikawa x reader #oikawa fic #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa toru x you #oikawa fluff #oikawa fanfiction #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyu x reader

[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 3

phone sex - oikawa tooru x reader

word count: 1,061

kinktober masterlist

The hallway was alive with chatter, and you were sure you would have missed your phone ringing in the noise if it wasn’t already in your hand. You frowned at the contact name, confused why your boyfriend was calling you. According to your calculations, it was almost midnight in Argentina right now, so why was he awake?

“Tooru?” You answered, using a finger to plug your other ear so you could hear him better over the noise of the students crowding your university hallways. You could barely make out shuffling on the other end of the line, before Oikawa’s familiar voice broke through.

“Heyyyy.” He whined, immediately following it with a giggle. You rolled your eyes and felt your lip twitch with amusement.

“Tooru, why are you still up?” You hiked your bag higher on your shoulder as you made your way through the halls. “You have practice tomorrow.”

You heard a thud on the line, followed by a curse. “I missed you, Y/N-chan~”

Oh. You sighed when the realization hit you. “Are you drunk?”

“No!” Came the instant reply. “Only a little tipsy.”

You bit back a laugh at how indignant he sounded. There was another thud and another curse, this time in Spanish, and your lips twitched in amusement.

“You okay there, champ?” You teased, almost imagining Oikawa stumbling around his home.

“‘M just tryna get out of these damn clothes.” He mumbled, before you heard another soft thump and a relieved sigh.

“Finally in bed?” You asked. “Get some rest now.”

“Nooo..” Oikawa trailed off. “Talk to me. I miss you.”

You sighed. “You need to get up super early tomorrow, baby. And I know you’re tired. You need to sleep.”

“I miss your face.” Oikawa continued talking, as if he hadn’t even heard you. You weren’t surprised. Sober Oikawa was hard enough to deal with, drunk Oikawa was insufferable.

“If you were here, I would cuddle you.” He rambled on. “You’d feel so good against me right now. Y’know I’m completely naked? Bet you’d be naked too if you were here. God, I’d just dip my fingers into your pussy to see how we-”

“Tooru!” You yelled, eyes nearly popping out of your head at how the conversation (one-sided as it was) took a turn. You cursed internally when a few people turned around to look at you at the noise, frantically looking around for a more private place. You ducked into the door which said ‘restroom’ on it, mere feet away from where you were standing. The noise from the hall faded away.

“What the hell?” You continued, walking closer to the sinks, relieved that the bathroom was empty.

“I’m horny!” Your boyfriend whined on the other end.

“Well, I can’t do anything about that right now!” You snapped, checking the stalls to see that they were also thankfully empty.

“Yes you can!” He shot back. “C’mon, tell me what you’re wearing.”

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. This fucker. “I’m at uni, Tooru. Be serious.”

“Please, baby.” He whined again, though this time it was more breathy. Your eyes widened when you realized he was probably touching himself. “‘M so hard. And it’s been so long. God, I miss your body. I miss your voice.”

You felt yourself clench at the thought of Tooru running his hand over himself right now. You looked around at the completely empty bathroom, biting your lip in contemplation. Were you really going to do this?

One more image of Oikawa laid out naked and turned on, of his glorious body and roughed up chestnut hair, was enough for you to make your decision.

“Okay.” You breathed out. “Hold on.”

You rushed to lock the bathroom door, moving into a stall and locking that too for extra measure. “Fuck, okay.”

“Talk to me.” You heard him on the other end, almost begging. You sighed and pushed your hand into your pants, biting your lip when your fingers brushed your clit. This was going to be quick and messy, you could already tell.

“I’m,” you gulped. “I’m touching myself.”

A groan. “Yeah?” He sounded so wrecked already. God. You realized in that moment how badly you had missed him too.

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “Touching my clit. Feels good.”

Oikawa cursed. “Keep going, baby. Push down harder. Then put a finger inside.”

You followed his instructions, allowing yourself to let out a little moan at the feeling of being filled, albeit only slightly.

“God, I can imagine you right now.” Oikawa rambled on, and you could almost hear the sound of his hand moving, slightly wet, probably from the precum. “Bet you’re already soaking for me, aren’t you? Bet you miss my cock.”

“I do!” You whined, now fully immersed and overcome with pleasure, sliding another finger inside your hole. “‘S not the same, Tooru. Miss your big cock. Miss being filled to the brim.”

“S-shit, baby.” His voice sounded so broken, and it pushed you even closer to the edge. “I miss your pussy all the time. Can’t wait to get back and fuck you until you can’t walk. God, I’m gonna ruin you. Just let me come back. Let me come back.”

His ramblings were getting nonsensical, but his voice was wrecked and you moaned at the sound, your orgasm building far quicker than you anticipated, your movement growing frantic.

“Tooru, I’m so close.”

“M-me too. Fuck. C’mon baby, come all over your fingers like a good girl. You do that and I’ll give you my cock when I get back. I’ll fuck you five different ways. Just come for me right now, Y/N. Come.”

You moaned as your orgasm finally hit, letting Oikawa talk you through it with his silver tongue. You listened as he announced his own release, getting off on the sound of his curses and broken groans and using them to prolong your own orgasm. By the time you were done, you were sweaty and out of breath.

All was silent for a few minutes as you readjusted your clothes, putting your phone to your ear once again and not hearing anything except Oikawa’s steady breathing. You nearly snorted.

Bastard fell asleep immediately after cumming. Figures.

You dropped him a goodnight text before ending the call, unlocking the door and going about your way as if nothing had happened in the bathroom stall.

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[basilly]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒

|| ➼ where they react to you playing with their hair

characters: atsumu, oikawa, suna, bokuto, & sakusa

warnings: none! pure fluff

a/n: it might be a little ooc but this is how i knda envisioned them

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ atsumu would immediately beg for kisses to accompany the comfort of your finertips massaging your scalp. he just wants to soak up all the love. closing his eyes, he attempts to ingrain this in his memory forever. he almost sighs wistfully as soon as it stops, already eagerly waiting for the next time.

atsumu constantly wants affection- he thinks he's funny when he mentions he had to share affection with osamu growing up so he needs some all to himself now. he's tapping his lips for a kiss, not before insisting he needs at least a thousand to be content.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ oikawa takes this chance and fiddles with your fingers of the other hand. resting it ontop of his chest, the two of you share all about your days under the sunlight. as you run your fingers through his brunette locks, hes tracing patterns on your palm- noticeably hearts and i love you's.

as much as he likes talking about himself, he always makes sure to prioritize what you have to say. he's an earnest listener- picking up on all the miniscule details. when you're talking, all of his attention is on you.

he also takes this moment to take some cute videos of the moment- he loves to replay them, just as much as his volleyball recordings.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ suna relaxes so much, he didn't even notice he was drifting off to sleep. he also swears you have some sort of magic touch due to it being the best nap of his life. from the recent late nights he endured, he slept like a rock.

when he meekly blinks in attempt to wake himself up, you were still mindlessly untangling his dark strands. gently, he would take your hand in his, before bringing to his lips, leaving a small kiss as a thanks.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ bokuto tries to cuddle into you even further. even though you were already skin to skin- his head was in your lap AND you were messing with his soft, white locks, he wanted to be as close to you as possible. he wraps his arm around your waist, relishing the familarity of your presence.

after a long game or training, bokuto would often fall into your lap, ready to relax. you happily oblige, as volleyball took up a lot of his schedule. you also gently touch his eyelashes, amazed at the length. he just takes it all in, heart overflowing with content.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ sakusa was nervous at first, tensing before relaxing. you curl your fingers in his dark coils before uncurling once again. lightly massaging your scalp, sakusa finds himself enjoying it more and more by the second.

his eyes laid shut long enough for you to think that he was asleep. cautiously, you untangled your fingers from his hair. you were promptly stopped- sakusa had grabbed your wrist. he had only softly muttered, "please don't stop."

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