#Oikawa Toru
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✧ warnings/content: oikawa toru x reader, no gendered pronouns used but lease lmk if I missed any! sfw, angst to fluff, another breaking up making up fic, long distance relationship
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“I don’t think this is working out.”
When Oikawa hears those words, marred by phone static, he drops the remote from his left hand and his fork from his right.
“Baby,” he says cautiously, disoriented. “It’s just a few more days.”
There’s a moment of silence. Oikawa picks up the phone and presses it to his ear.
“It’s not just that,” you say quietly. “How much longer are we going to do this – not seeing each other, missing calls, postponing flights? Even when we’re talking, we’re not fully focused on each other.”
“That’s not true,” he immediately protests.
“Yes, it is. Were you not just watching a game and eating right before this?”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not fully focused on you.”
“Yes, Toru. It does.”
He has so much to say, yet none of it seems to come out. Nothing seems appropriate.
You sigh again. “Just… stay, Toru. Stay there. You don’t have to fly back to Japan for me. I know volleyball’s important for you.”
When he says nothing, you go on. “But I hate the way this makes me feel. Like I’m asking you to give up what you love to fly across the globe just to see me for a few days.”
“You’re not. I want to-”
“Toru.”
His mouth clamps shut.
“Last time you came back to Japan, you missed a last-minute practice match with that coach you’ve been wanting to work with. Last time I came to you, I spent 2 of the 4 days I was there alone because you had another last minute volleyball thing. Even when we invest the time to see each other, we’re not really… there.”
Oikawa knows; he knows.
“So let’s just… not.”
He knows, but that doesn’t mean he wants to… not.
“Just hold on a couple more days, okay?” he asks, trying his hardest not to beg and whimper. “Just a couple of days, and I’ll be back in Japan and we can talk, figure something out.”
“Toru…”
“Please, wait for me.”
“I don’t know if I have that in me anymore.”
The coldness of your words seize his chest.
Hearing nothing more from him, you sign off with finality, “Good bye, Toru.”
And the line cuts off.
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Today is Friday, the beginning of the 3-day long exchange scrimmages with the visiting Brazilian and Chilean pro teams. Duffle bag tossed on the floor by his feet, Oikawa flops on the couch, downing the remainder of his protein shake. The bright screen of his laptop stares back at him, email confirmation of his flight change there to reprimand him, remind him.
Your Flight AE344 to Haneda International Airport for Thursday, February 8th has been canceled.
You’re booked for Flight AE267 to Haneda International Airport for Monday, February 12th! See you soon!
After you had hung up, he gave you a call back. You didn’t answer. He tried again an hour later, then 2, then 12. He had listened to the line ring, for exactly 20 seconds, 8 rings, before banishing him to your unset-up voicemail.
Shutting the laptop screen, he picks up his duffle and is out the door. After all, if he didn’t show up to the scrimmage, what would this have all been for?
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Friday night arrives, and despite how tired he is, physically from all the exercise and mentally from all the socialization with the visiting players, you wander through his mind. He supposes this is hardly surprising, given you’ve always been his place of rest, regardless of the physical distance, sheer kilometers between the two of you.
Almost afraid to look, he checks his phone and immense disappointment and an increasingly familiar emptiness fill his chest when he sees nothing from you.
He tries your phone again. It rings, rings, and rings and there’s no reward, your voice waiting at the other end.
He showers, eats a quick dinner, and meal preps for Saturday’s scrimmage. Busying himself works momentarily, but at 9PM, his phone alarm goes off, reminding him that it’s time to call you. For the past year, his routine has been talking on the phone with you every night at 9PM. No matter where he is, at a bar with teammates, at dinner with friends, or late night practice, he always takes at least 10 minutes to talk to you.
When the two of you first established this, the agreed upon time was 10PM for him, 10AM for you. The two of you used to compete to see who could call who first. The first night, you called the exact second the clock struck 10. So the next night, Oikawa called at 9:59. Then the following night, you called at 9:58. And it went on until the two of you begrudgingly came to a truce that you’d alternate nights.
And tonight is your night.
Five minutes after 9, Oikawa knows the call isn’t coming.
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Late Friday night – or technically early Saturday morning – Oikawa lays awake in bed wondering how the hell it all went down the way it did. It hasn’t even been a full year since the two of you started to do long-distance. And he’s still confused. He’s confused because he thought the two of you were doing the best you could be. He’s confused because he’s never even thought about the possibility of not being with you.
He twists over to lay on his side, facing his phone screen, open at your contact. His thumbs hover over your name for the nth time that night, only for him to flop back on his back, turning now to the other side, your side. It hits him then that he can’t even remember the feeling of you in that bed, the last time you kissed. If he had known that would be the last time, he would've savored it all the more. He’d burn the memory into his nerves, just so he could remember the feeling. Volleyball was all muscle memory; he never thought he’d need to commit you as well.
Before he knows it, morning arrives. He starts to get ready.
He brushes his teeth, packs his gym bag, and starts to eat breakfast.
His legs shake, knees bouncing up and down in a nervous tick that hasn’t shown itself since high school. His laptop screen is up again, the flight ticket once again flashing bright.
It’s a reminder. Now he knows that when it’s not reciprocal, the distance between the two of you is so much more than 18,000 kilometers and 12 hours. There’s no phone line, no facetime to shorten that distance, even if just by perception.
Then, it’s a striking thought: a realization that postponing a plane ride those few days could cost him a lifetime.
He dials your number again.
It rings, and rings, and rings.
“... Hello?”
“You picked up,” he hears himself say.
“Sorry I missed yesterday, Toru.” He knows what you’re referring to without you saying it. “And I’m sorry I hung up… like that.”
There’s a lot to say, but he can’t do it like this. So he asks, “will you wait for me to come home?”
“Toru…” your voice breaks with the syllables of his name. He hears the reluctance in your tone.
“If you want to break up, if you truly want to stop being with me,” it takes monumental effort for Oikawa to even speak of such an event. “Then say it to me in person. I have to know.”
You’re silent in response. He’s glad you aren’t refusing, saying that the flight, the cost, the time isn’t worth itt. He’s glad that you agree it’s still a worthwhile conversation to have in person. He’s glad you haven’t given up.
“Wait for me, okay? Please.”
It takes a few simple clicks and a significant chunk of his savings to do what he does next.
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For the entirety of the flight to Haneda International, Oikawa’s knees bounce, colliding uncomfortably with the seat in front of him. Even with what little affirmation you gave him by simply picking up his call, it brings him little comfort as there’s absolutely nothing he could do for the next 28 hours but sit tight.
When the plane lands safely in Tokyo, local time of 9PM Sunday, Oikawa charms his way into getting off the plane first. He flashes a weak smile at all the people still in their seats of the plane, before rushing off with only his carry-on in tow. There’s no time to wait for a bus, so he shoves his way to the front of the taxi line, reciting your address as if it hadn’t been over 4 months since he’s been there.
Every passing moment does little to ease his nerves, exacerbated even up until the moment he arrives at your door. The seconds pass in loud silence, the hollow sound of his knocking ringing in his ears.
All the white noise fades, though, when the door opens and reveals you. No matter that your eyes are red and swollen, no matter that you’re wearing one of his old ratty Seijoh sweaters, no matter that the two of you are supposed to be breaking up.
“Toru,” you breathe. Oikawa forgets you’re supposed to sound like this, not the distorted, muffled imitation of your voice he hears through the phone too often. Yet another addition to his growing list of realizations.
“What are you doing here?”
He doesn’t know where it comes from, but a single heave of a laughter bursts from his chest. “I told you I wanted to see you, didn’t I?”
“But… your flight wasn’t supposed to arrive until Wednesday.” You’re cautious and he hates that. He wants you to be uncaring of the emotions you show around him, to jump into his arms and forgive him. He wants it back.
“I changed my flight.”
“But volleyball…”
“That’s the thing,” he starts. “I think that’s probably one of the things I never made clear to you.”
You look at him, confused.
“Can I come in?”
It stings when you instinctively fold your arms over your chest protectively, eyes briefly leaving him to look at the ground.
“Will you let me in?” he tries again.
You look back up at him, moving to the side to let him in.
When the door clicks shut behind him, the first thing Oikawa does is wrap you up in his embrace. His arms engulf you. He forces his hold to be gentle, on the chance that you push away. You don’t, so he holds on tighter and tighter, until you squeak from the pressure. He thinks he mumbles an apology, but he’s not really sure because all he registers is your arms coming up to grab his sweater.
It’s not enough.
You let him just hold you, for how long, he doesn’t know, until you finally squeak out his name. He reluctantly pulls away and starts talking, as if he wants to get the talking part over as fast as possible so he can pull you right back in again.
“The thing I wanted to tell you,” he continues from before. “There’s no comparison – between you and volleyball, I mean.”
“Toru, you know that’s not true.”
Yes, it is,” he insists. “I’ve never seen volleyball as something that takes away from time that belongs to you. Every time you come to see me, or I go to see you, or when I push a flight, I’ve always seen that as just a… postponement of our time together, never that it would take away from it.”
“Toru…” you push further away.
“But, I think I get it now. I get that phone calls, video calls, text messages can’t be a substitute. I know because I almost forgot how your voice sounds outside of a phone and because I can’t accept us breaking up through a screen. And even more so because I can’t live off of the memory of how you feel.”
When your gaze softens, he knows he got it right. It only took all this time for him to understand what you meant when you said things weren’t working; it was never about a postponed flight.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to get it.”
Your palm comes up to cup his face. Your thumb brushes a wet spot on his cheek. “Oh, Toru. I would never make you compare, I thought you knew that.”
“I know,” he says. I know. And he does.
“Sometimes, I just need to know you miss me as much as I miss you. I know you love volleyball,”
“I love you,” he interrupts.
“I know you love volleyball,” you continue. “And I would never want you to feel like you had to give any of it up for me. I just need to know that you feel what I feel too.”
His hands at your waist squeeze, like he’s reassuring you that he does.
“I know that you won’t be playing in Argentina forever. I was prepared to deal with long-distance for as long as it takes for you to be ready to come home. But-”
He shakes his head like he doesn’t need you to say it.
“No, let me say this. But, sometimes it felt like you were settling for how we were. Then… when you postponed the flight, I guess I was just bummed because I was so excited to see you. But you acted like it wasn’t a big deal.”
Yeah, he did, didn’t he.
“It felt like you would be just fine substituting me for the sport.”
“Yeah,” he agrees.
There’s so much to explain and he’s afraid it would take too long. He needs to tell you that’s not how he feels and that it’s not true at all. And perhaps he’s become self-aware of his ability to grow numb to things like homesickness and he tried to apply that to you too so that he wouldn’t be crippled by the sheer magnitude of how much he truly missed – misses – you. And how appalled he was when he realized he was associating you with memories and nostalgia, as if you were a had-been and not a still-is.
But you seem to understand because your hands are still gentle on his face and your gaze is affectionate.
“Stop crying, you baby.”
“I’m not crying!” he denies.
“If you don’t stop crying, I won’t kiss you,” you tease.
He clams up, biting on his lips to stop the hiccups. His eyes roll upwards to the ceiling, willing any tears to stop overflowing.
You laugh lightly at the sight, voice still clearly weak from your crying marathon.
He has a lot to apologize for, doesn’t he.
You lean upwards for a kiss. It catches him off guard to this day, how much you can express in your gentle affection. It’s another thing he can’t feel through a screen.
With each kiss you press on his lips, he counts the things he has to apologize for, but more importantly he counts the things he needs to tell you he misses and loves about you when he inevitably puts the 18,000 kilometers between the two of you again.
And he’ll do it. Every day. Until the day he finally comes home.
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hi omg i love your works sm !! each one is so cute and i love your dialogue for the characters 🫶 i've read most of them but i'll be going back to reread and reblog them bcos u deserve the love 🤍
i wanted 2 ask if ur requests were open ? it's okay if they aren't ofc !! but i had this idea earlier about dentist / orthodontist iwaizumi or oikawa ! and i've been looking thru the hq writers that i've reblogged from n u came up ! the idea is pretty broad but i was thinking more of a build up from patient-dentist (?) to lovers, smth like that ! idk if ure up for it then do ur magic but otherwise i hope u have a great day and i'm looking forward to reading more from u 💞💞💞
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thank you so much for your love!! I never wrote much AU before so this was such a fun idea and I hope I did it justice<3
word count; 1353 – gn!reader, dentist Oikawa AU, patient-dentist to lovers, suggestive
You're not so fond of going to the dentist. Luckily, your teeth didn’t give you many problems growing up, but your parents were urging you to get a check-up appointment after you moved away to a new city. Better to establish a dentist before the issues come up, they would say.
So you did, you made an appointment with dentist Oikawa Tooru and made your way to his office a few weeks later. His waiting list wasn’t exactly short. Not that you had to wonder why for long because…
that is one gorgeous man!
“You need to floss more regularly,” he added as if it just came naturally for him, which it probably did. You lay on the seat as he looked over all the basic stuff, rinsing and picking at your teeth. Unfortunately, you couldn’t see yourself attracting him very much with your mouth wide open and lips scrubbed dry already, so you just accepted your fate.
“I’m not really a dancer but I’ll try,” Oikawa stopped what he was doing and the swivel chair he sat on slowly turned towards you. That’s like something Makki would say, he thought. And that’s not a compliment.
“How old are you, 10?” he asked but quickly cleared his throat when the secretary seemed to eye him from her desk. She always said he shouldn’t have an attitude with customers.
“Some would say I’m a 10 out of 10!” you responded, joyfully watching as his patience wore thin. Oh, how fun to find cracks in that perfect exterior.
He sighed, shook his head, and turned back to the monitor. You started looking at the ceiling, counting the dots and lines in the ugly pattern until you lost count and started over. Is that a headache creeping up on you?
Finally, Oikawa rolled back over. You blinked a couple of times to shake off the view of the ceiling and actually focus on him. “Open.” Wouldn’t mind hearing him command you like that in another setting, you thought, suddenly avoiding eye contact again but still doing as he said. Dentists are not supposed to be this attractive. “Your wisdom teeth on this side, do they hurt?” he asked, pointing to the cheek he was referring to.
You thought about it, humming in thought. “Yes, especially after eating. Lots of food gets stuck in there too.”
“We can set up another appointment to get them removed,” he informed you. “It should be mostly covered by insurance if I say it’s necessary.”
You nodded, licking your lips as they felt so dry from his gloved hands running over them. “Will…” he was about to stand up but stopped for a moment to listen to you. “…you be doing that?”
A small humorous sound left his lips, and it sounded so melodic you were in a trance. “That could be arranged.”
Two weeks later, you’re back at the reception of your dentist's office, asking for Oikawa. You agreed to do the procedure with a local sedative, as you didn’t have that many close friends in this city yet that could pick you up, so two assistants were currently making sure you wouldn’t feel anything around your mouth for the next hours. Unfortunately, this called for you to stay quiet, and you were honestly just excited to see Dr. Hottie again.
Your prayers were answered, and after they left you to soak in the numb feeling in your mouth for about ten minutes, Oikawa walked through the door. “Hey there, little dancer.” he greeted you.
“Hi!” you cooed, but it sounded odd when you couldn’t feel your lips. You frowned, trying to look down at your lips for a moment before giving up. Oikawa clicked his tongue from where he watched you, shaking his head before putting gloves on. Everything he did seemed so elegant, but you had a sense there was a dorky side to him.
“It might hurt a bit, but just tap me if you need me to adjust, okay?” he informed you, looking into your eyes for an answer.
You nodded, sucking in a quick breath. His eyes were pretty. Swirly, like chocolate ice cream. “Yes, I got it.” You bit your top lip, sheepishly continuing. “My safeword is toothbrush.”
Oikawa seemed to chuckle under his breath, he hesitated to humour you but still gave in. “Good to know. I was half expecting a stupid joke about tap dancing.” he hummed before picking up the first tool he needed and swiftly getting to it. It wasn’t very fortunate, to have him stare at your face as your cheeks flushed red, but it was worth witnessing the self-satisfied smirk on his face.
The procedure didn’t take too long. He struggled with the lower tooth, so an assistant came in to help him and the two conversed like you weren’t even there. When it was finally done, Oikawa pressed a button so you were adjusted into a seated position. You let your lips run frantically over your chapped lips, reaching for the small cup of water he provided you. And had you not been busy with the aftermath of the procedure, you would have noticed the way he watched you for a moment too long before getting up and throwing away his gloves.
Oikawa knew it was inappropriate. His breath shouldn’t have stuttered when he saw you in the waiting room for the check-up, he shouldn’t have sent you a small wave before calling your name to let you know he was ready for you, and he shouldn’t have put his hand on your back while leading you to his station. He just found you entertaining, that’s what he told himself, but he definitely looked off his game when you finally sat down for him to check the stitches from the procedure.
“Everything alright there, doc?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed. Oikawa waved his hand as if it was nothing, laughing under his breath.
“No worries, I was just-” he pursed his lips before pointing at you with the little tool in his hand. “Do you like pasta?”
Your jaw loosened in disbelief. “Pasta? I guess I do, is that bad for my teeth or something?” you asked a bit awkwardly.
“There’s this new Italian restaurant down the street. You should go there,” he said. “With me, I mean.”
Oikawa’s penthouse apartment was pretty nice, so you two basically spent most of your time there after a couple of dates led to stumbling through your front door with your lips locked together. He had complained about the small bed and creaking floor of your apartment, which led him to take you home to his place the morning after.
Now you were sitting on the marble countertop in the bathroom with Oikawa standing between your legs, and it was similar to something you had dreamed up before when imagining life with a boyfriend. The difference was, you weren’t kissing or anything like that. No, your mouth was wide open as your handsome boyfriend checked your teeth before bed after you brushed them. “This is a bit unusual, don’t you think?” you managed to say, making him pout as you accidentally left a small bite on his pointer finger.
“You’re a bit unusual, but here we are,” he mumbled, but still hummed in appreciation at what he observed. “I knew the electric toothbrush would help.”
Finally, he leaned an arm on each side of you on the counter so you could have a kiss, which you’d say was a much better reward for being good at the dentist than the ones you would get when you were younger. “You truly are a genius, Tooru.” you cooed sarcastically. He kissed you again and hummed, savouring the aftertaste of your toothpaste. The expensive kind.
“Maybe I’m such a good dentist that my kisses clean your teeth,” he said, and it shouldn’t work. It shouldn’t be charming. It was cheesy, made no sense and created some disturbing mental images. But you savoured it nonetheless, accepting every kiss he gave you and returning it with the same sweetness.
Luckily, this dental nerd is all yours.
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HUSBAND OIKAWA HCS OMAGHAUSHSHD
husb!oikawa who helps you do the taxes and puts his glasses on and brings a calculator only for him to get bored after 20 minutes and whines when you don't give him attention
husb!oikawa who is your plus one to any events your office is doing and your female coworkers gawking over him only for him to show off his ring before wrapping an arm around your waist, swiftly saying "i'm taken, ladies" with a smug smirk
husb!oikawa who panics and screams whenever he thinks he lost his wedding ring bc he can't wear it in games!
husb!oikawa who ties the ring to a necklace so he can wear it during games, he'll also give the ring a kiss before any serve
husb!oikawa who watches horror movies w you, expecting for you to hide your face in his chest from the jumpscares and he can act all tough and cool by protecting you from said jumpscares— only for him to be the one hiding in the crook of your neck when watching them
husb!oikawa who picks you up from the bar that you and your coworkers went to bc he doesn't trust anyone on returning you home when you're drunk as a sailor
husb!oikawa who makes hangover seaweed soup along with some hot chocolate when you wake up all lightheaded bc of the drinks you had and nags you for drinking too much
husb!oikawa who will reserve you a VIP seat for his games and will shamelessly kiss you in front of the whole crowd, he could also shamelessly make out w you too but that would earn him a smack
husb!oikawa who gets upset when you can't go with him to his overseas games because of your work, muttering a "you can be a housewife instead, yknow!! I'll be the source of income!!" which he got smacked for because you didn't work your ass for a degree just to be a housewife
husb!oikawa who'd act all tough and nonchalant when both of you have a fight and he's lying on the couch with crossed arms but in reality he's thinking about the fight and he hates getting into arguements with you
husb!oikawa who will beg you to listen to his explanation bc he doesn't wanna go to sleep with you being mad at him
husb!oikawa who just grins and wiggles his eyebrows at you whenever your parents start asking for grandchildren when you both come over to visit
husb!oikawa who will not show up to work if you're sick and will take care of you
husb!oikawa who whines when his mother and his older sister treats you like their own family to the point they forget about him (he's actually happy that the important women in his life get along)
husb!oikawa who has an ID photo of you in his wallet and has a polaroid of both of you on your wedding day in his clear phone case
husb!oikawa who comments on ALL your instagram posts and shares it on his story. he will also reply to every men in the comments section that dares to flirt with you
husb!oikawa who always has a hand on one of your boobs when he's sleeping because he says it's comfy! (he just wants to feel something soft)
husb!oikawa who spoils you rotten and sends bouquets to your office on a weekly basis
THATS ALL FOR NOW KEKE
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A short comic…what if the duo setter/ace was different? Fate sometimes acts weird…
Hope you like it!
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#bokuaka#Iwaoi#bokuto kotaro#bokuto#akaashi keiji#akaashi#iwaizumi hajime#Iwaizumi#oikawa toru#Oikawa
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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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— free will
“babe!” it’s closer to a shout than a whisper, no matter how oikawa tries to hush his voice, and it makes you turn away, face buried firmly in your pillow.
“no wait, come back,” oikawa’s arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back into his embrace. his other hand reaches over to tug at the end of the curtains and you groan unhappily at the disruption to your sleep.
you peak open an eye, lips pushed up in a pout and glance at the view of a cloud covered sun, streaks of pink and blue painting the sky as the world came to life. your frown deepens, staring expectantly at oikawa with bleary eyes.
you don’t get the explanation you want. instead, oikawa softens under your gaze, regardless of the less than happy look you’re shooting him. “good morning,” he grins, voice sticky with fondness and his hand moves to hold your cheek.
you hum in return, eyes fluttering closed once more under the warmth of oikawa’s touch.
“wait, baby, wake up,” oikawa shakes you gently, unrelenting on his hold, “i had something to ask.”
you palm at your eye slowly, murmuring a hazy “g’mornin’ ‘ru,” still a little dazed so early in the day. oikawa beams at the nickname, he knows you’re not a morning person.
“do you believe in soulmates?” the question is soft and sweet, spilling forth as a remnant of a horrifically tender dream.
you blink at him.
“y’know,” oikawa prompts, “people destined for each other?” because i think we are.
you don’t give him time to confess, single syllable of “no” cutting through the air, skewing the gentle atmosphere.
oikawa feels his heart stutter in his chest, next beat ever so slightly harder than the last. he’d never entertained the idea that your relationship was unbalanced. and yet, it makes his body freeze, arms suddenly tight around you, fear drawing you in, hoping you’d stay by his side.
you regain oikawa’s attention with a hand over his own, warmth of your cheek searing into his skin.
“i think we chose each other,” you explain, voice gentle and low, words only for tooru, “i always knew that you went to seijoh and you like volleyball, but i had to learn that you never drink enough water unless someone reminds you and that it took you all three years there to figure out the school layout. i also learnt that you can point out so many constellations at night because you really liked aliens as a kid. and that you put way too much sugar in your coffee. and all of that - every last bit - made me choose you.” you lean further into tooru’s hand, the meat of your cheek squishing up to your eye, “whether or not soulmates exist, i’d choose you in every lifetime.”
tooru feels his heart stutter in his chest, next beat ever so slightly lighter than the last. he’d never entertained the idea that your relationship was unbalanced, the very thought laughable as love fills the room around you, flowing through your veins. it makes his body relax, arms suddenly tight around you, only ever wanting you to be closer, closer, closer. because tooru chose you too, he always would.
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ᡣ𐭩 HQ DAD MOMENTS !
✎ feat. k. kozume, k. tobio, o. tooru
ᡣ𐭩 KENMA KOZUME
it’s about three a.m and kenma really needs to pee but he’s scared that you’ll creep up on him and scold him, like his parents used to (he swears he’s an adult). he sighs, family never changes.
the door creaks open.
kenma spins in his chair slowly, “now listen, i can explain—”
his baby sits on the ground, big curious eyes wandering from him to the monitor.
kenma lets out a sigh, pulling his headphones down to his neck, “shouldn’t you be asleep?”
miyu tilts her head as if to ask him the same question.
“fine, fine.” kenma mutters, picking her up and wrapping an arm around her to keep warm as he spins back around, “i’ll let you play with me as long as you keep quiet.”
he narrows his eyes at her, “and no throwing up or pooping.”
miyu smooshes kenma’s cheeks together in acceptance and he nods, holding out a finger to which she wraps her hand around. “we have a deal then, partner in crime.”
the next twenty minutes pass in a blur, with his daughter criticising him with her babbles and pulling on the strings of his hoodie while kenma tries to shush her in the quietest way possible. the sound of keys being smashed fills the silence as kenma takes a break, rubbing his eyes.
he freezes immediately when he hears footsteps trudging to his room. oh shit.
kenma prays that it’s some ghost instead of his wife but he knows the pattern of those steps too well. kenma rushes to manoeuvre under the table and miyu lets out a traitorous giggle when he bangs his head.
the door opens and you yawn, rubbing your eyes.
“kenma?”
“what the—” your eyes squint in the bright glare of the monitor but even half asleep and caught between reality and dreams, you don’t think kenma can shrink so quickly, “where’s papa?”
your baby stares at you blankly, sitting in her dad’s gaming chair and wearing too large headphones that slip off her ears.
kenma doesn’t have to look to know she snitched so he sneaks out of his hiding place. not before banging his head once again though.
like the sadists his family is, miyu laughs again while you give him a look that says ‘you deserved it’.
he rubs his poor head to soothe it, “listen, i can explain—”
“you’re on diaper duty for the whole of next week.”
ᡣ𐭩 KAGEYAMA TOBIO
it breaks tobio’s heart when your daughter comes home from school with a tear stained face. her unicorn backpack is dropped on the floor with a thud as she rushes to burrow herself into her dad’s leg.
tobio picks her up and settles her onto his lap, frowning as he awkwardly pats her head. your daughter curls into him, fisting his shirt tightly.
“what happened?”
your daughter looks up at him, eyes brimming with tears, “s-some boy said that my nails s-sucked.” she mumbles through a soft pout on her lips.
tobio’s frown deepens as he looks down at her chubby fingers fiddling with his shirt. sure, one hand with pink glitter and the other with various shades of rainbow wouldn’t be his first choice but anything looks cute on his girl (his words, not mine.)
“they’re idiots. your nails are fine.”
he thinks that isn’t the right thing to say when her bottom lip starts wobbling. panic twists into his chest and he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind, “you can paint mine.”
her sniffles pause, “really?”
no. he doesn’t want to go out with gem nails from a five year old’s nail kit. “really.”
her eyes brighten up and tobio thinks the impending doom of embarrassment is worth bearing when she bounces and skips to get her nail kit.
hours of frozen playing in the background pass and that’s how you find your husband finishing up the last of his clumsily painted nails at ten in the night, your daughter tucked into a burrito of blankets and drooling on his chest.
your gaze snags on the heart drawn on his hand and a soft smile spreads on your lips when you recognise the initials.
yeah. when the prize is his favourite girls’ smiles, tobio can definitely deal with his deformed hello kitty nails being captured on camera in his next match.
ᡣ𐭩 OIKAWA TORU
you’ve made many mistakes in your life but you’re starting to think that your biggest one yet is bringing oikawa to the mall with you.
he was already unbearable when you were dating, buying you anything and everything that you glanced at for more than ten seconds. but now, it’s reached a point where you debate between pretending not to know him (which is hard when you both have the same last name) or straight up abandoning him and going home.
“babe! check this out!”
you sigh at his excited yell and your baby mirrors your annoyance from her stroller, “what is it this time?”
“isn’t this just adora—hey, careful! that’s my foot!” you stop just short of running over oikawa with the stroller. he sighs and holds up a pastel dress only slightly bigger than his hand, “isn’t it adorable? the bow is cute too.”
he leans down to the stroller, eyes sparkling, “you like it, don’t you, yuko-chan?”
your baby spits out her pacifier in response, crossing her chubby arms. you barely stifle a laugh at oikawa’s shoulders drooping.
“you’ve been spending way too much time with that thug, uncle iwa.” toru pouts.
at the mention of her favourite person in the world, yuko brightens up, clapping her hands. this time, you do laugh when oikawa’s jaw drops open.
“you wound my heart, yuko-chan.” he places a hand over his heart, letting out a sigh like a damsel in distress, “give papa a kiss and fix him up again.”
he looks down at her and finds her chewing on her thumb, attention diverted to a panda plushie. oikawa sighs and takes matters into his own hands, lifting up the baby to his eye level. the two have an intense staring contest before yuko pulls down her lower eyelid, blowing a raspberry at her father.
“wonder who she learnt that from,” you say drily.
your daughter is the only one who, aside from you, can humble her father and she does a good job at it, humiliating him everyday. oikawa doesn’t mind though, offensiveness gone in an instant as he peppers kisses all over yuko’s face. he coos at her little grunts before carrying his victim over to another trial of clothes.
you smile at your little family and follow them, dropping the panda plushie into the cart. you know toru will come back looking for it again anyway if you don’t.
anything to make his little girl happy.
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Being Team Japan’s Manager:
The Team Crushes on Their Manager
Team Japan x GN! reader
Warnings: fluff, swearing
AN: this was due approx. 570 of you ago but nevertheless, here we go 🎉
Where do I even start?
Probably from the beginning because that’s when it ALL started
It was your first day as Team Japan’s new manager
No other job prospects huh Yn?
You were filled with hope and a renewed sense of purpose 🤩
You’d always loved Volleyball whether you played it, watched it or read a very specific manga surrounding it 👀
It was safe to say you were a fan!
The job seemed relatively straightforward
You’d come to work, take care of a bunch of world class athletes, clock out and repeat
Easy right?
Sure….
You walked into the building on your first day and it started almost immediately
There is no easing into this job YN 😌
“Well hello there gorgeous,” a very untoned blonde who seriously needed his roots retouched whistled
“Umm hi! I was wondering if you could-” you started to say before being unfortunately interrupted 🙄
“You want my autograph don’t ya sweetheart?” The blonde smirked, conveniently pulling out a sharpie that seemed to manifest from thin air
“Oh no, I’m looking for-” you try to say again before again being interrupted
“ATSUMU!” A voice shouted as you saw a rather angry looking man with black spiky hair marching up to you and the blonde, “what did I tell you about harassing guests?”
“I wasn’t harassing ‘em!” The blonde, known as Atsumu shouted back
Meanwhile you are just standing there like 🧍
“If you weren’t harassing them, then why do they look like they wanna run for their lives?” Another tall man with curly black hair replied, approaching from behind you
“SHUT YER TRAP SAKUSA!” Atsumu yelled again as the spiky haired man spoke
“If you both don’t get your asses back into that gym right now!”
Atsumu rolled his eyes before responding, “yes Iwaizumi” and turning to leave
But not before shooting a very unsolicited wink in your direction 🙄
“Stop making people feel so uncomfortable,” Sakusa berated as he and Atsumu argued back to the gym
“I’m so sorry about that. You must be Yn?” Iwaizumi asked turning to you as you smiled back widely
“That’s me!” You giggled as Iwaizumi’s eyes widened and his face turned pink at your sheer adorableness
Iwaizumi is just happy that you seem excited
He’s tired Yn, help him please
Iwaizumi begins showing you around the gym while various, rather large men walk past you
You excitedly ask questions, smiling and laughing
The guys are all like 👀👀👀👀👀
They’d heard about a new prospective manager starting but dang, you were way cuter than they imagined
After the tour you made your way to the gym with Iwaizumi to finally meet the team
As you stood there, adorable and bubbly, they all just stared at you like a bunch of creeps 😅
You remember in Season 2 when Yachi joined Karasuno and Suga had to tell Noya and Tanaka to stop staring…
Yeah that’s exactly what’s happening right now 😂
Iwaizumi is giving everyone his death glare because there is absolutely no way he’s letting anyone ruin this for him!
Iwa rn 👉🏻 🔥 👄🔥
Of course you notice them all looking at you but you simply think it’s because you are new
Delusion is always the solution Yn
“And finally, this is Yn, our new manager. I expect nothing but respect and kindness from you guys!” Coach yells as you smile and wave a greeting
“I’m so excited to work with you all!” You say, smiling bright as your eyes sparkle with excitement
This was the first of many incidents that sealed your fate
Now some of the team members fell hard for you immediately
*cough* ATSUMU, BOKUTO, HINATA *cough*
While others took a while to warm up to you
They all thought you were cute and sweet sure but it was your actions that spoke the loudest
For example…
“Hey Sakusa, I heard you are particular about laundry and hygiene, if you could please tell me the products you prefer so I can accommodate you? Oh and I’d you’d like, I can wear a mask around you to make you more comfortable!” You excitedly spoke, standing 6 feet apart from Sakusa so as to not be right in his space
Sakusa rn 👉🏻👁️👄👁️
“Umm sure I can text you a list and you don’t have to wear a mask if you aren’t comfortable,” he responds, honestly shocked because who are you
You wave your hands and smile, “oh no it’s really ok! I’m very accommodating!”
It was safe to say you’d captured our precious Sakusa’s attention
But it doesn’t stop there
“Hey Suna, I noticed you left your arm guards in on the bench yesterday! I washed them for you last night oh and I recorded a video of Atsumu flubbing a serve and accidently hitting Kageyama. I can send it to you if you’d like?” You laughed as Suna just stared in awe
Who the heck were you and why were you so amazing!
Not only that but you provided help to Aran and Ushijima when it came to taking diligent notes about the teams progress
Made sure Kageyama had plenty to eat and got enough sleep
You measured down to the very millimeter for jump heights, making sure Hoshiumi knew exactly where he stood against the other players
You stayed late to help Komori and Yaku with their receiving practice
You came early to unlock the gym for Atsumu, Bokuto and Hinata because lord knows they can’t be out of the gym for more than 8 hours 🙄
You even made sure the guys all followed Iwaizumi’s strict training regime to ensure they all stayed healthy and in the best shape!
It was easy to see why they all had fallen for you!
Competent, pretty, kind, amazing and funny? A perfect combination!
It had been about 6 months and you’d more than proven your worth as a manager
You’d even spent time outside of practice with all of them both individually as well as in groups
Surprisingly they’d all managed to keep their little crushes on you to a minimum
They respected you and didn’t want to mess up anything
When I say “they” I actually mean “most of them”…
Because, ya know, some people just can’t stop themselves 👀
It was safe to say they all knew each other had a crush on their precious manager
But for the sake of teamwork, most of them kept it to themselves
However, there is some people who can only hold it in so long
“I’m thinking about asking YN out this weekend,” Atsumu boldly and nonchalantly says
And just like that, the entire locker room halts
“Excuse me?” Yaku says, staring at Atsumu like he’s about to commit a felony
“What? YN is such a cutie and so awesome! Is it really a surprise that I’d ask them out?” Atsumu replies
All eyes narrow on the setter as he looks back confused
“And what makes you think YN even likes you?” Suna jokes as the rest of the team nods
“Awe come on! It’s pretty safe to say Yn has a crush on me, look at all the stuff they do for me,” Atsumu continues
“So? YN does that for all of us. Plus, maybe another one of us wants to ask them out?” Sakusa adds as Atsumu narrows his eyes
“Ok then, who wants to ask YN out?”
Literally all hands shoot up as the guys look around at each other, eyes wide as the realization sinks in
Soon the shock wears off and they narrow their eyes at each other like a duel in the Ok corral is about to go down 😑
“Well there’s no way all of us asking out YN would be a good idea. We’d probably scare them away!” Komori mentioned
“Nah, if Atsumu hasn’t scared them yet, pretty sure we’re safe,” Aran remarked as Atsumu looked at his friend, offended by his remarks
“What if we draw lots?” Hyakuzawa questioned
“That’s not really far to YN tho, what if they have a particular interest in a member?” Yaku answered
“First one to ask Yn out then?” Hakuba remarked
“Oh yeah, just a bunch of grown ass men running up to YN screaming ‘YN GO OUT WITH ME!’ That sounds like nightmare fuel!” Hoshiumi replied
“Ok so then we let Yn decide,” Iwa added, coming through the doors having just listened to the conversation, “we do our best to win YN’s affections and we let them decide.”
The team all nodded in agreement, ready for the challenge of winning their precious YN’s heart
The next morning, the gym felt different
You could tell immediately the moment you stepped in
“Good morning YN, I bought you coffee!” Iwaizumi smiled, handing you a cup of your favorite pick me up
“Thanks Hajime! I really needed this!”
“Hey Yn, I thought maybe you’d wanna have lunch with me today? My treat,” Yaku interrupted
“That would be awesome Mori!”
“Here Yn, I know how much you love these flowers so I got up early to go to the market to get some,” Sakusa flushed, pushing the flowers in your direction
“Wow thanks Kiyoomi! They are beautiful!”
Were these boys being weird? Sure
Were you gonna fight it? Absolutely not
Now these shenanigans continued for a few weeks and at first they were innocent
But then bringing you coffee, flowers or the occasional chocolate morphed into full blown outings
“Hey YN, I’m going to the art museum this weekend? You wanna come?” Komori asked as your eyes lit up
You loved art!!
“Hey YN, I’m gonna grab sushi tonight after practice, you wanna come?” Gao would ask as your mouth salivated
You loved sushi!
“Hey YN, I’m planning on going to the dog park with Hirugami tonight, you wanna come?” Hoshiumi would ask
Dogs? Say less!
“Hey YN, there’s a new cat cafe that just opened up, you wanna go with me?” Suna would declare
Cats? ABSOLUTELY
It took you a while to catch on that there was something strange going on with these guys
While the putting seemed innocent, their motives definitely were not
After a while, you’d finally gotten sick of it all and just asked
It was after practice, the gym was quiet
And there you were
“What is up with you guys taking me on all these dates for?”
… there to ruin it
Their amount of wide-eyed staring and red faces gave them away quicker than a smoking volcano
You sighed, knowing you had to tell them the truth
“Listen guys, I like you all but only as friends and coworkers ok?”
They all collectively sighed, having all been rejected at the same time
You felt bad but at the same time, they needed to know your feelings for them were platonic
“Hey we can still go out and have fun but it’ll only be as friends ok? Plus I have a boyfriend already.”
Their eyes all shot up at you, wondering who exactly it would be
“Wait you had a boyfriend this whole time?” Atsumu questioned
Yep :D
“Like before you even started working with us?” Yaku asked
Yep : D
“Ok then how come we’ve never met him before?” Sakusa demanded as you smiled
“Oh you have, he talks about you guys all the time!” You respond as everyone but Iwaizumi looks confused
“YN you’re not dating him, please YN anyone but him!” Iwa shouts, running up to you and shaking you as your grin devilishly
It seems to finally hit the others as their eyes go from shocked to horrified in a matter of seconds.
Before they can even process his name, they hear a “yoohoo Yn-Chan” radiate throughout the gym
Surprise an Oikawa ending 😅 if you didn’t see it coming, do you even know who I am? I will always work that man into everything possible!
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how they react when they see you in your uniform
afab!reader, you play volleyball and you just got home from a game
warnings: nsfw, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, musk kink, man just a lot of sex ngl
a/n: i've been wanting to try drabbles for a while, but i'll come out with fics soon. it'll be drabbles when i'm unmotivated, and fics when i am. hope y'all are okay with that ♡.
oikawa
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when you came home off your bus, you weren’t expecting your boyfriend to be on the couch, watching your game on the T.V. he was drooling over the way those spandex hugged your ass and thighs so well, how your ponytail swayed as you went to pass the ball. your body rolled so fluidly, making his cock harden because of how good you played his sport. so, when you came into the room he jumped, then his pupils blew with lust. you were in those same spandex, just in a jacket. he stood up and grabbed you, taking you into your shared room and throwing you onto the bed. his cock was hard as fuck, those shorts he was wearing didn’t really hide much. “you looked so pretty out there babe, i'm sorry i couldn’t come watch you play but you did so good,” he praised you as he pounded into your seeping pussy, eyes rolled back into your head whenever his tip kissed your cervix. you were definitely enjoying yourself, and he kept praising you until he finished. however, when you were both in bed cuddling he would go into your ear and whisper "but i'm better." needless to say, he got a one-way ticket to the couch that night.
ushijima
♡ ————————♡
it was a rough day at practice today. your team had fucked up hard at one of the many national games y'all played, but yesterday wasn't that great. you had fucked up your serves multiple times, had hit the ball into the net god knows how many times, and your hits kept going out. it was horrendous how you barely got to touch a ball today, and your exhausted expression showed when you got home from your car. your lovely boyfriend, who just so happened to be doing his nightly workout, was in the middle of his 6 x 10 reps of pushups when you walked in. he continued to do them, a small 'hey' escaping his lips before he heard an exasperated sigh leave your lips. he heard stuff being thrown on the couch then a flop, quickly hoping up from his little corner in the living room and walking to you. though, when he was about to speak he stopped, seeing you all sweaty and still in your uniform. he felt his heart throb, or what he thought was his heart. but then, he looked down, seeing his rock hard cock and blushing. you opened your eyes to see your large boyfriend looming over you, then feeling something poke you. you looked down to see his even larger cock poking out from his shorts, making you blush as well. let's just say that your spandex, jersey, and entire body was covered in cum that night. and you didn't regret a thing. <3
bokuto
♡ ————————♡
see, you and bo had this sorta complicated relationship. sure you were the sub in bed but bokuto acted as a sort of sub top, whining and whimpering your name whenever he was balls deep inside your pussy. and today was the same as always. you had gotten home from practice, a tired sigh leaving your lips until your beefy boyfriend latched onto you like a leech to skin. "i'm so glad you're home baby! how was practice? did you do good??" he asked like a bright puppy, you could visibly see his tail wagging. you giggled and ran your fingers through his hair, nodding your head and smiling. "yes bo, i had a great practice. how have you been? did you have practice today?" you asked, but then you felt something poking you, and then you felt hungry eyes boring down onto you. koutarou had gone quiet, and he had gotten hard too. it was the way those spandex curved around your waist, your hips and thighs were squeezed through the flexible fabric. you were picked up by your legs and carried into the bedroom, thrown down like a ragdoll before the spandex were ripped off you. his face was shoved into your heat for hours, not letting up until you had passed out. when you did he got himself off from your passed out form, then cleaned you both up and went to bed. just so you know, you were wearing your jersey home almost every day after that. <3
daichi
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today was the day of the big game, the biggest of your season actually. so, you had gotten up bright and early to start your day. you took a shower and got dressed, yet your boyfriend who was your #1 supporter and best volleyball coach was there cooking in the kitchen for you. "hey babe, ready to go?" he asked, then he paused. you were sliding your jersey on, tucking it in your spandex and your thighs jiggled as you did so. "yeah, gimme a sec—" and now you were against the wall, getting your brains fucked out of you right before your game. "fuck babe... couldn't resist myself with those pretty thighs of yours..." he whispered into your ear, instantly making you orgasm. he wasn't short after, messing up your insides and causing white to leak from you. you didn't have time to get cleaned up, so when you both got into the car you could feel his cum leaking out of you, which made you blush. let's just say you had a great game, and an ever greater fuck when you got home.
kita
♡ ————————♡
you had had a great day today. your team was playing the best they ever had and it was visibly cheering you up. though, when you got home your boyfriend was cleaning the counter off, seeing your tired yet happy form walk into the house. "hello sweetheart, how was it?" he chirped happily, but his eyes were staring straight at your pretty legs and formidable ass. your uniform looked so pretty on you, and your bust was even tighter in that jersey. he finished wiping off the counter as you told him your day, pressing you into a kiss when you finished speaking. his hands travelled to your thighs and you whined, those were your most sensitive areas. the sex was on the couch, bodies pressed together as you both were feral for each other. kita more than you, but y'know. the sun came up, and you both weren't even close to done. <3
kuroo
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your multi-million dollar boyfriend wasn't able to make it to your game. he had tried so hard but he was so busy, yet you didn't mind it. you knew how much he loved you, he showed it to you every day. so, when you were driven home by your personal taxi driver which kuroo also so happened to get for you for your birthday last year, he was sitting in the T.V. room, streaming your game. you were the libero, and he was admiring the way your body moved so nicely to get the ball in the air. hearing you come in he jumped, but then chuckled when he realized it was you. "oh, hey babe," he sputtered with a deep voice, but then his eyes travelled. the way your hair stuck to your forehead, how tight that jersey was and how even tighter those spandex were. he couldn't control himself, and now you were on the bed in doggy position as he rammed his thick cock into your cervix. "this pussy grips around my cock so good... such a slutty player aren't you? wearing those tight ass spandex... fuck, baby you make me go insane..." he murmured all sorts of things to you before you both orgasmed at the same time, making it heavenly bliss for you especially. after that, he got you both cleaned up, but you passed out in his arms before you even touched the bathtub. <3
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My scans of the One Fine Day shikishi series from Haikyuu!!
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a bit of tenderness
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observing
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"can you pretend to be my boyfriend?"
pairing: osamu miya x reader (haikyuu!!)
a/n: unfortunately based off a true story.
tw: anxiety, bullying, swearing, threatening
you sidled yourself in a seat next to your good friend. "heeeeey 'samu~" you grinned.
"what do ya want?"
"can i not just want to greet my amazing friend?"
he gave you a skeptical look and you blanched. "well, uhm..."
"if it's my food ya want, yer not gettin' it." he grumbled, selfishly sucking more milk through his straw.
"can you be my boyfriend?"
comically, osamu proceeded to spew the milk in his mouth out in shock, nearly missing atsumu who sat across the table, much to both of their dismay.
wiping some milk from his mouth, osamu managed to choke out a strained, "yer for real..?"
you blinked, then flushed, "i-i-i meant for pretend, i mean it!" you bit your lip, "there's this girl who recently decided she doesn't like me. i'm not sure why... but she started telling rumors and lies about me to other people.....including her boyfriend. and...and.. he's super intimidating..." you looked away, "'samu, he came up to me the other day and said that if i mess with 'his girl'... that i'd 'regret it'....'samu, i'm scared. it's silly, right? but.. but it would just make me feel safer.."
a warm hand fell on your shoulder, "'s not silly. 's a threat. do ya want me 'ta take care of him?"
you shook your head quickly, "n-no! i just... i need you to just.. pretend. i know it's weird, but it would mean a lot to me, okay?"
osamu eyed you up and down before saying, "why me?"
your eyes widened and you once again couldn't look him in the eye. after all, it'd be pretty lame to confess after he so blatantly shot you down a few minutes ago. "well, you're my best 'guy' friend. and you're pretty much built like a greek god--"
he smirked, amused, "ya think 'm built like a greek god?"
"i'm still here, guys, keep the flirting to a minimum," piped in atsumu.
you both turned in unison to him, identically saying, "shut up, 'tsumu."
you cleared your throat, "anyway, you're bulky and strong and could definitely beat him in a fight."
"obviously."
"so will you help me... please?"
osamu's resolve seemed to waver the longer your stared into his eyes with a begging expression. to be honest, the moment he'd heard that some guy was harassing you, he was beyond pissed off and was ready to agree to just about anything you asked of him. but, once he found out that you had also wanted to be his (albeit, pretend) girlfriend? it seemed like the perfect opportunity to show you what it could really be like.. and how much he loved you.
"i guess." he said, his cheeks slightly flushing.
it shocked you that he had agreed. after all, this is osamu you're talking about. he scarcely looked your way, much less harbored any idea of you being his girlfriend. and yet here you were, walking down the halls, holding hands. he avoided your gaze, though you knew him well enough to know he wasn't annoyed with you, just embarrassed, which you had expected.
what you hadn't expected, however, was that girl. you call her that girl because you honestly didn't know her name. only that she despised you. you frowned, recalling the numerous times your friends walked up to you telling you she'd said you were "annoying" or that she was surprised you were ever invited to anything what with the way you make everything about yourself. you knew your friends meant well but a part of you wished they'd never told you. you weren't exaggerating when you say that you are a "drama-free" person. you seemed to always be the last one to hear the gossip going around and certainly the last to spread anything. it upset you that despite your best efforts someone had decided that you were irritating enough to make comments to others about. you tried to not take things personally, you really did, but when you'd heard her talking about you while you were in a bathroom stall, it took all of your strength to hold back your tears. unfortunately, because you're drama-free, you also aren't the most confrontational person. rather, you preferred confrontation when the other people didn't seem to take anything anyone ever did personally. you thought back on yourself, searching for anything you could've done wrong to bother her but after much consolation from friends, turned up nothing. still, a part of you felt like it was all your fault. maybe you could've tried harder to be extra kind to her?
you were broken out of your thoughts by a squeeze to your hand. making eye contact with that girl, she rolled her eyes and turned, walking the other way. osamu looked down at you in concern as your brows furrowed in a hurt expression.
"do ya even know her?"
"..no."
"then why should you care what she says or thinks?"
"because, 'samu, it's not that easy. i can tell myself it doesn't matter and that i shouldn't care but that doesn't make it so. it doesn't rewire my brain to stop caring about what other people think. no matter how hard i try."
he was silent for a moment, contemplating something.
then, he lightly caressed your cheek with the palm of his hand, smiling softly. "i guess i can't change yer mind... but i can remind you that the people who are actually worth yer time won't make some round-about shitty way of telling ya they have a problem with ya."
you smiled warily, though he had to admit he said exactly what you needed to hear. besides that, you noticed you'd definitely chosen the right guy - his acting skills as your boyfriend were superior. your eyes wandered around to the gaze of your fellow peers as some cooed not-so-subtly at osamu's public display of affection.
your gaze returned to his as he eyed you up and down. "ya sure yer alright?"
"positive."
"ya know it's okay not to be fine all the time."
you laughed lightly, "thanks, 'samu. but really, I think I'm okay. i just can't think about it or it'll make me all upset again."
"wanna come over tonight? thankfully i'm makin' dinner and not atsumu," he grinned.
you conservation switched to various other topics as you both walked down the hall before he had to go to volleyball practice.
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"didn't i tell you what happens to bitches who mess with my girl?" a gruff voice called behind you.
you froze, regretting the fact that you neglected to bring your phone with you during your lunch break and were subsequently now completely alone with some gorilla-faced man who spoke gravelly like he wasn't in high school at all. slowly turning, you cowered, "i-i don't think i did anything wrong.."
immediately his fist slammed against your locker. "obviously you fuckin' did if my girl is tellin' me you've been a fuckin' problem!"
"i-i-i don't even know who she is," you defended, moving your hands to shield your face in fear.
"bullshit."
you screamed as you felt a hand tightly grab your wrist and you squeezed your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the impact of a fist. after a few moments, you opened them, shocked to see osamu standing in front of you, shielding you from the gruff boyfriend.
"get a load of this guy," osamu smiled sardonically, "getting involved in his girlfriend's drama because she can't handle it herself? you must be her hero."
the man grit his teeth hard, winding up for a punch that osamu immediately countered, without breaking a sweat.
"you take that back you fuckin' piece of shit!" he growled, aiming for a blow to osamu's kneecap. "how the fuck does a prick like you even know this stupid bitch anyway." he continued, seemingly adding fuel to the fire.
osamu's eyes widened with a fiery rage, "you don't get to talk like that about my girlfriend." within seconds, the man was pummeled to the ground and osamu's fist connected against his face repeatedly until you pulled osamu away.
as if the situation wasn't already at its worst, that girl came running down the hall. "you BITCH! how dare you do this to my man! i fucking knew you were a rat." she paused for a moment before letting out a shriek of laughter, "oh? what's this? there's no fucking way you managed to get a boyfriend. what, you finally found someone willing to fuck you for a price?" she giggled, "osamu miya, was it? tell me, how much is she paying you to play pretend?"
osamu ground down on his teeth dangerously as he eyed the girl with contempt. "I'll have you know that i asked her out and was lucky enough for her to say yes."
she forced out another laugh, "then you're both pathetic! a match made in heaven."
you willed the tears to stay in your eyes, not wanting to give the girl the power of knowing that she hurt you, that she made you cry. you whispered something even you could barely hear.
"what was that? finally apologizing to me?"
you narrowed your eyes, looking her directly in her own as you raised your voice, "I said 'LEAVE US ALONE!'" you screamed with all you had in you.
she smirked, seemingly only a little fazed by your outburst. "fine, I'll leave. as soon as you prove you guys are actually dating. 'cause, like, there's no way, right babe?!" her boyfriend grunted out a laugh from his position on the floor.
this is the end. you thought. i'm gonna have to confess that i made this whole thing up and then i'm never going to hear the end of it. you sent a worried look to osamu who was already inches from your face. you tried to back away in shock, but his hand found purchase on the small of your back. he pulled you in tightly before taking your chin in between his index and thumb. his eyes conveyed a message you couldn't quite decifer.
yet, the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. it wasn't at all the sort of chaste or reluctant kiss you were expecting, but one filled with hunger and desire. you returned in equal force, intertwining your fingers in his gray-brown locks. you could've sworn you'd heard a guttural groan as you shifted your leg in between his. when you at last separated, the girl and her boyfriend were gone. it was just the two of you.
osamu looked down at your lips once more before meeting your eyes. "hey."
you laughed breathily, "hey."
"do ya wanna date fer real?"
you answered with another eager kiss.
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silly bf texts
ft seijoh boys <3 (oikawa t. iwaizumi h. matsukawa i. hanamaki t. and kyotani k.)
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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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