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utahimeow · 1 year
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ok for your kink game, tooru + “just the tip”….
cw — nsfw content minors dni. f!reader, smut, established relationship, super fluffy
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“please, let me put it in?” tooru’s face is nestled into your neck as he whines. he nibbles at your neck–a fiend, his arms wrapped tight around your waist to keep you flush against his body as the sun rises outside.
“tooru, i have to be up–” you glance at the clock on your bedside table. “–five minutes ago. i can’t be late for work again.”
“just the tip? please? need to feel you,” he sighs, teasing his erection against your ass, whimpering pathetically when cloth gets in the way.
you curse the way he has you clenching around nothing, no doubt dripping from the way he grinds his bulge against you. “…fine. just the tip.”
it’s not uncommon for your pretty boyfriend to cause your morals to vanish. unfortunately for you, his silky voice and sparkly brown eyes and soft pink lips are just too hard to resist. but also you’d be stupid to deny him, with his sculpted body and his muscled arms and–well, his perfect dick.
tooru tugs his pajama pants down his legs, pumping his leaking cock as he pulls your panties aside, always grateful for your choice to wear no more than an oversized shirt and underwear to bed. he dips a finger into your hole, grinning when your wet walls clamp around him instantly.
“tooru…” you breathe, but it’s more of a moan than the warning you were trying to give.
“still need to get you ready, angel,” he coos, pressing soft kisses to your neck that have your heavy eyes fluttering shut.
when he’s satisfied with his prepping you, he shifts forward, dragging the head of his cock through your sopping folds, eliciting a whimpered plea from you. he grins like the asshole he is, but he’s reminded that he’s just as needy as you are when you grind your hips back against him. his tip catches your entrance and it’s enough to make him moan.
“c’mon tooru… quit teasing,” you say, still in a battle between sleep and consciousness.
he slides in–just his tip–and both of you sigh in unison from the somewhat relief. he drags it in and out, in and out, slow and steady, hardly enough to get either of you off.
there are times where you would appreciate this. the contact, the intimacy, the warmth of your boyfriend connected with you. right now though, you need release.
“more, tooru, need more,” you beg, your hand reaching back until it lands in his curls, all messy and askew.
“yeah?” he mumbles into your shoulder, grinding his hips a little harder. you think he’s probably about halfway in now, but the feeling of his fingers drifting beneath your shirt and landing on your soft nipples melts away your urge to argue.
each of his thrusts feeds the growing flame in your stomach, making your limbs go lax as you turn pliant for him. he peppers kisses over your neck, your jaw, your temple, desperate to be even closer to you, to melt into you.
before long, he’s burying himself to the hilt with each stroke, but you’re too close to care. and when his fingers reach between your soft thighs to play with your clit, you cry and gasp, clinging to his arm as he fucks you through your orgasm. he follows not long after, filling you up with warm ropes of cum and tiny gasps in your ear.
you should have known this was tooru’s plan all along, really, but it was over the moment you realised you were already late and did nothing about it. needless to say, you called in sick to work that day.
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lujingheswife · 5 months
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and it felt like home again.
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summary: when he gets drowned in exhaustion and homesickness, the first thing he wishes for is home.
featuring: oikawa tooru
word count: 729
cw: gn!reader, timeskip!oikawa tooru, comfort, oikawa is just homesick, not proofread, intentional lowercase, a bit of fluff <3
author’s notes: wanna write a fic of a character feeling homesick and exhausted (because i was) and oikawa was the first person that came into my mind! hope you enjoyyy
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it was seven o clock in the evening.
tooru limply stepped into his rented apartment, the familiar loneliness welcoming him with silence. his eyes felt droopy from lack of sleep, his body sore from multiple rounds of exercising and his arms bruised from the strong receives.
he should be used to this, which he is, yet it happened to be one of those days when he felt absolutely, dreadfully exhausted.
he would be lying if he says he does not want to go home; he really wanted to. the countless practices had always made him wanting to just pack his bags and leave. he missed his family and his mother’s home cooked meals, he missed enjoying authentic ramen at the restaurant near his high school, he missed being in the arms if his partner just taking his time to relax.
he missed his home.
tooru placed his bags by the entrance, not bothering to arrange them somewhere. he kicked his shoes off without caring to keep them nicely in the shoe rack. he let his legs drag him towards the nearest, softest place he could find to rest— the sofa.
the apartment was dark although illuminated by the light lingering in the evening sky. he heavily rested an arm over his eyes, a loud sigh escaped his lips.
the first person that came into his mind was you.
he wanted to see you.
tooru suddenly thought of his phone that was left forgotten in his bag. he slightly lifted his arm to take a peek at his bag, but ignored it after.
whatever, not in the mood...
just a little longer maybe.
when his eyes could no longer bear the weight of his consciousness, they finally put him into slumber.
he found himself in a dream. he was in a field of grass with nothing else around him. every direction he went showed no signs of obstacle, only an endless field.
what was he searching for?
where was he going?
he continued walking aimlessly.
ah... how long have i been walking for?
the sound of a bell ringing came to him from the front. it caught his attention, and his legs picked up the pace. there he was, running towards where the bell rung from in hopes of a destination.
a flash of light blinded him.
tooru jotted awake from the sofa as the sound of the ringing doorbell continued echoing the apartment. confused, he definitely recalled not ordering any food delivery today nor did he invite anyone to come over.
"coming," he called. he groggily dragged himself towards the door, not bothering to check his phone again.
his hand reached for the doorknob as he unlocked it open. he had not look at who the person is, yet the shoes definitely belonged to someone familiar. "do you need anythi-"
"tooru!"
what?
his once droopy eyes widened immediately at the familiar voice calling for his name. his head shot up from facing the floor, immediately locking eyes with you.
you stood in front of his door with a big backpack clinging onto your back like a koala and a luggage standing next to you. you were there, physically, in front of him, plastering a grin that he loved so much on your face. "you did not answer my call," you said as you pouted your lips on purpose, yet he was sure that you were simply amused at your boyfriend's reaction.
tooru remained speechless as he observed you top to toe, confirming whether its the real deal, his precious partner, in front of his doorstep. was it a coincidence that you somehow magically appeared in front of him like an angel during the times when he needed you the most? probably.
his hand left the door knob as he immediately pulled you into a tight, warm embrace. how surreal did it feel when he buried his face in the crook of your neck, enjoying the coziness he longed to feel. he felt you responding to his hug as you returned it, and he could feel your familiar scent tickling his nose saying, "it's been a while!"
he stayed with you for a little longer before getting pestered to help you with your heavy bags. he asked no questions, just clinging onto you like a helpless toddler and ended the day with a cuddle.
and it felt like home again.
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emmyrosee · 1 year
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AHHHHH I just found new brain rot! Okay okay. So. The Try Not To Kiss trend on TikTok where you're supposed to lay on your partner like you're going to make out, get as close as possible to kissing, and see how long you can last until one of you breaks. I can't even begin to choose from any of the HQ guys because honestly, I love them all. But I think Bokuto would cave INSTANTLY! Atsumu and Oiks would try to tease the absolute shit out of their partner but would be dying. I feel like Sakusa would last the longest? Maybe Suna because he's a little demon.
I don't know I'm losing it over here.
IM GONNA SHIT RAINBOWS DONT DO THIS TO ME MATE-
Also Suna/Sakusa got just the smallest, littlest bit heated, reader discretion is advised!!
Bokuto doesn’t stand a chance my guy. He’s merely watching tv, sprawled in his sweats after his shower and you have the NERVE, the AUDACITY, the GUMPTION to DO THIS TO HIM??? WHEN HE CAN BARELY KEEP HIS PAWS OFF OF YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE???
The minute you snake over to his side, an arm tosses over your shoulder to bring you close. You hum happily and gently nose at his temple, relishing in the smell of his clean skin. “You’re warm,” you murmur.
“I take hot showers,” he chuckles, turning his head to kiss you. You duck away slightly, and there’s a flash of confusion that crosses his face for a moment. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“I wanted to kiss you… don’t you want to kiss me?”
There’s no shot of doing this. Not when his mind revolves around kissing you constantly, always, feeling his lips dominating yours in eagerness, teeth clacking together with need and desire and-
Your thoughts are cutoff when he captures you in a kiss exactly so, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, the one around your shoulders pulling you close. You can’t help but purr, and even if now there’s a failed tiktok recording, it’s worth it whenever the Bokuto Koutarou starts kissing you.
“You think too loud,” he teases with a nip of your lip. “Hate when you hesitate. I just want to kiss you forever, babe…”
Who would you be to deny him?
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Oikawa is a little different, same with Atsumu. Because he constantly craves you too, he’s obsessed with you. But who is he to back from a challenge? Especially when you swing your leg over his lap, settling against his thighs contently, and he looks up with an amused smile.
“Comfy?” He teases, and you laugh before lacing your fingers in his fluffy hair. He mewls and angles his touch, and when you start to lean forward to simulate a kiss, he leans over to meet you, but he’s confused when you don’t meet in the middle. One brown eye opens up to peek at you, and when you’re gazing back down at him with challenge glimmering in your eyes, he exchanges the kiss with a smirk and a bite of his lip.
“You wanna play this game?” He mumbles softly, and you snicker as your hands scratch at his scalp. “You don’t want to kiss me?”
“Of course I want to kiss you,” you assure, nudging your nose with his. His hands cradle your hips as they gently smooth up and down, thumbs stroking over the meat. “I want to kiss you so bad.”
“Then kiss me,” he pants. In truth, your teases only make you more tantalizing, and there’s nothing more that he’d like to do than make you mewl from his kissing, a complete putty in his hands just because he’s the only one who can. “I won’t tell anyone.”
You laugh out loud at his words, feeling the mood slip slightly, but he’s not budging other than his coaxing words. The hand in his hair moves to instead cradle his jaw, and he needs to kick it up a notch.
In faux submission, and in an attempt to make you crumble, he leans even closer and whimpers softly close to your mouth, panting needily and eyes flicking up to you as if you’re the bad guy here, denying him. And you gotta give him credit- he does look delicious.
“You’re evil,” You whisper, but you still try to hold strong, thumbs caressing his jawline. Your head angles and you sigh in return against his lips, biting your lip enticingly.
You’re not sure who finally connected the kiss. But what you do know, is it wasn’t appropriate for tiktok.
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Sakusa. Sakusa and Suna. My beloved menaces. They would have ABSOLUTELY no problem withholding longer than you, sheerly because if you start something, he’s gonna make you finish it. Not to mention Suna having the knowledge of the viral trend HA-
If you want to break him? You gotta start before you film the tiktok.
He’s in the kitchen, literally just grabbing a glass of water, when you’re up against him, arms wrapped lowly around his waist and eyes peering up at him. He chuckles down at you and wraps his own arm around your waist. “Missed me that much?”
“I did,” you whine, resting your chin against him to look up at him, and you see a glimmer of dominance flicker in his gaze. “Always miss you so much…”
“I’m coming right back to the couch, my love,” he says, humming softly. “Come on. We can go cuddle.” You’re practically clinging to him as you make your way to the couch where he was reading. One of his legs folds over the other for a small perch for you to sit in, and when you settle in, he flips back to the page he was reading.
That is, until your hand gently reaches up for his jaw, turning his head back towards you with a needy whimper. He smirks as his eyes flick up and down, “are you demanding my full attention now?” He asks, and you nod softly. “Too bad. You can wait until I finish this chapter.”
That, certainly, wasn’t the reaction you’d been anticipating. “But… but…” your fingers slip down to fist the collar of his tee shirt, tugging softly. “But I want your affection…” to entice him further, you lean closer and bite your lip, internally cheering when he leans forward as well. But before you can connect the kiss, he purrs out a teasing ‘no.’
“You constantly have my affection,” he says softly, confidence in his voice. “You will live for five extra seconds without it.”
“You’re being mean!” You pout.
Then, you gasp when one of his hands shoots to the back of your neck, gently slipping his fingers over the shorter hairs and fisting the locks dominantly. His lips finally ghost over yours as he snarls out against them, and you know he’s not going to break but god, this whole ordeal was almost worth it when he speaks.
“I’ll show you mean if you keep acting like an entitled brat.”
You squeak and tip your head back to try and ease the pull, relishing in the excited rage that flicks in his eyes when you mumble back, the war now being waged.
“You promise?”
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zorosprincess · 1 year
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Textbook Definition of Disappointment
Pairing: Oikawa Toru x Reader
Word Count: ~1.4k
Genre: more comfort than hurt
Summary: The textbook definition of disappointment. The unhappiness or discouragement that results when your hopes or expectations have not been satisfied. When someone or something is not as good as you had hoped or expected.
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The textbook definition of disappointment. The unhappiness or discouragement that results when your hopes or expectations have not been satisfied. When someone or something is not as good as you had hoped or expected.
The textbook definition of disappointment. You.
Or at least that’s what you believed.
It was easy to forget when you needed to do what. When there were so many things to do and the list kept growing. It was easy to forget what was the most important.
You were supposed to be the successful one in the family. The biggest pride. To get your life together first. First in the friend group to get their career on track. The first in the family to finish college. The first to make everyone proud. But here you were.
You wanted to do something with your life that brought you joy. But to do that you needed a “real job”. To get that you needed to go to school. And to go to school you needed to have a job to be able to afford it. A cycle you felt stuck in. One that was overwhelming. One that made you think that if you were to ask for an honest opinion. Honestly… would anyone be proud?
No. You knew you weren’t living up to expectations.
You weren’t caught up on any of your classes. The work was piling up but all you could do was ignore it. Every time you even thought about it, it felt like you were going to collapse in on yourself. Like you wouldn’t be able to finish if you started. Or you wouldn’t be able to do it as well as you wanted. If you couldn’t do it as well as expected then why try? Why prove that if you tried it would be a disappointment?
If you didn’t try then they would never know.
If you didn’t talk to anyone about it then you could pretend like everything was all fine. Right up until the point when the most observant person in your life could tell that you were lying.
Oikawa Tōru. Who unfortunately knew more about you than you knew about yourself sometimes. You hated it with your entire being whenever you were trying to hide something.
He’d invited you over to his dorm today for dinner and a movie night. A celebration for the end of the week. A tradition you both held whenever the week was really stressful and you wanted to remember that you survived and could do it again.
Tōru had been quieter than usual tonight. Still was giggly and flirty and trying to toss you into the air when he saw you. Sweet kisses and sweeter words twisting on his tongue like they were meant to live there. He’d grown quieter once you’d both settled into the couch with your takeout and had a movie running. You were starting to finally relax, to sink into the couch against him and it seemed like his muscles were finally relaxing too. Body melting against yours, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him.
He nuzzled his nose into your neck softly and took a deep inhale, breathing you in as you giggled lightly at the tickle of his breath. “You know you can talk to me right?” He whispered softly, innocently, but the tone made you freeze. Your smile slipping off your face slightly, knowing he couldn’t see it fall, and your throat squeezing. He sounded worried. Like he knew something he shouldn’t.
“Of course I can talk to you.” You tried joking, pushing a smile back into your voice. “I’m doing it right now silly.”
He sighed and pulled back slightly, drawing you forward and turning you slightly so that you were forced to look at him. You were right. Worry etched itself as lines into his stupidly perfect face. His eyebrows were scrunched together lightly, just visible below where his bangs hung messily in front of his face. “You know I mean talk about what’s going on.”
“What’s going on?” You tried playing dumb, like if you tried enough you could fool one of the smartest people you knew. Not that you would ever admit that as a fact to him.
“Y/n.” He started and you winced at his use of your name rather than a pet name, without any honorifics attached. “How were your classes this week?”
“They were fine.” You lied through your teeth. You hadn’t gone. Not to a single one. Couldn’t bring yourself to face your professors whose homework you hadn’t done and the classmates who you were sure could tell that you did not have it together. “I mean it was class so it wasn’t amazing and I wasn’t -”
“There.” He finished, cutting you off and watching as your mouth hung open for a second. You opened and closed it a few times before finally finding what you wanted to say, but he started before you. “You didn’t go to your classes this week, did you?”
“Tōru-”
“I went to pick you up Wednesday. Wanted to surprise you and take you out for some boba and maybe some ice cream but you weren’t there. And then I tried again yesterday. And then today finally I asked a classmate of yours if maybe you’d been leaving early and she said you hadn’t been in any classes all week.” You stared at him silently. The feeling of dread filling up in your chest, preparing yourself for the inevitable reveal that you were disappointing him just as much as you were everyone else. “So do you want to tell me what’s going on?”
“Its nothing.” You mumbled, trying to turn your head but he brought it back to face him again. “I just had a lot of work to catch up on so I figured I could get some done if I didn’t go.”
“Y/n. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”
“Please let’s just watch the movie, Tōru.” You begged, glancing towards the movie playing in the background. “Its your night to relax, let’s not worry about me.” You sighed when he refused to look away or let you turn away. “Please don’t make me talk about this, Tōru. You don’t want to have to tell me what you’ll have to.”
“How behind are you?” You jerked your face out of his hands and turned it away. Forcing yourself to not look at him, to not watch the disappointment that you knew was filling his features right now. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He sighed, brushing his fingers softly across your cheek trying to gently get you to turn back. “We could have turned these movie nights into study nights, homework nights, I could help you.”
“I’m sorry.” You whispered, still refusing to look at him. Refusing to see the look you were sure was there. “I didn’t want to let you know how much of a disappointment I was.” He took your face in his hands then, fiercely and jerked it back to look at him.
“A disappointment!” He exclaimed. “How would you be a disappointment?”
You scoffed lightly and shook your head. “I’m the textbook definition of a disappointment, Toru.” You swallowed the lump in your throat and ignored the tears ready to spill over. “I’m never as good as what’s expected of me. And I’ll never live up to what people hope I’ll be.”
“Disappointment? You could never disappoint me. You make me the textbook definition of proud. Proud to know you, to be around you.” He sighed and wiped the tears that were now freely coming down your cheeks. “You’re allowed to be overwhelmed.” You swallowed harshly and tried to shake your head but he kept you in place. “You’re allowed to be overwhelmed, you can talk to me about it and I’ll help.” You sniffled slightly and he pulled you into his chest, letting you collide into his warmth as he wrapped his arms around you. “Lets do this together. We’ll make a list and work through it together.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“Can we do it tomorrow though?” You asked, the words muffled by his chest and you could feel the vibration as he gave a soft laugh.
“Yes. We can do it in the morning, you can just cuddle with me tonight.” You nodded a teary thank you and melted again into his touch. Because the overwhelming feeling of not being able to succeed pressed on your mind still, but Tōru was always there to remind you that you could do things as long as you didn’t try to do it on your own.
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a/n: not my best work but I still enjoy it
a/n2: please remember that, no matter how you think you’re failing, no matter if you think you’re disappointing people, there’s always people proud of you for what you’ve accomplished and what you’re trying to overcome
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justauthoring · 2 years
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devotion.
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*devotion: love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause. or, a glimpse at life between you and oikawa throughout the years.
a/n: the love i have for this boy... <3 this is almost like twice as long as i thought it be. i got too carried away lol.
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His Jersey.
The beat of his heart thumping firmly against his chest is a familiar one, but nothing short of as terrifying as it normally is.
His palms are sweaty, warm and uncomfortable as he clenches them by his sides and thinks of the match that was to come in no less then a half hour. Normally, he’d be prepping himself; running drills. But Oikawa couldn’t seem to focus on anything other than the sheer amount of pressure on his chest or the way he swears his vision is blurring at the edges.
He’s nervous. More than that. He’s absolute wreck of nerves because this was his last shot, the very last one of ever making it to nationals. And he had every bit of faith in his team, in his ace and his middles blockers and libero and most of all, the team work he knew his team shared.
It was lack of faith in himself that had Oikawa panicked.
He wasn’t naturally born talented. He wasn’t a genius. He’d had to work hard, countless hours spent pushing himself past the limit and past what could possibly be considered healthy. But he’d done it for his love of the sport, and his sheer dedication to become the best possible version of himself that he could be. 
But was he?
Was he the best version of himself he could be?
Oikawa didn’t know, and it felt like his heart was about to rip from his throat with how scared he was that he wasn’t.
“Tooru?”
The sound of your voice is like a light against the darkness swallowing him whole.
It’s like the walls caving him in disappear and he’s able to see so clearly as he turns, meeting your wonderful, warm and loving gaze that’s already staring up at him with such... care.
Oikawa’s shoulders fall and he can’t help but ask; “how’d you know?”
Because you always seemed to.
“I didn’t see you in there,” you shrug, stepping towards him with a soft smile on your lips. “And Iwa said he hadn’t seen you in a while. I just had a feeling, I guess.” 
You reach out for his hand and Oikawa lets you thread your fingers through his own with ease; a small but genuine smile curling onto his lips at both the gentleness with which you treat him with but at the same time, the calm your touch instantly brings him.
“Tooru, I have something to show you.”
“Oh,” he says softly, almost drunk off your touch. His eyes blink and slowly flicker back up to meet your gaze, taking in the twinkle that sparkles in them. “Yeah?”
You nod, humming softly as you step back from his touch. Oikawa’s brows furrow as your fingers move to the zipper of your jacket, slowly pulling it down before you shrug the material off your shoulders. The first thing he sees is blue, a bright blue that catches him off guard and takes him a second to realize just what blue it is.
Just what it is that you’re wearing.
His jersey.
You’re wearing his jersey. His at home one that he’d received way back when he’d first became Captain, and Oikawa can’t help but feel a burst of pride and joy at the sight of the number one, his number, proudly shown off on your body. His last name is written on the back of it, and it isn’t so much that you’re wearing it, but the fact that you’re wearing it now, to this match, like you’re telling the whole entire world that you’re cheering for him and only him.
His heart practically bursts, beating rapidly for a whole entirely different reason as he finds himself over come with love for you.
“I wanted to show you I’m here for you,” you whisper, softly cutting through the silence with your angelic voice. “And that I believe in you.”
“Y/N/N...”
“I’ll be there, right at the front. So, if you need me, you can always find me.”
Oikawa’s at a loss for words, but it doesn’t much matter because you just know.
You’ve always been good at just knowing.
And it’s only reinforced as Oikawa steps towards you, setting his hands on your hips and tugging you close as you angle your head up to gaze at him, noticing the soft blush that has grown on his cheeks and the sparkle in his eyes.
But most importantly, the smile, much broader, much more confident that has spread across his lips.
“You go out there, and you win this.”
Bathing Together.
“I’m gonna take a bath.”
Oikawa hums softly at your words, them not yet registering in his mind as he finds himself slowly slipping away; his eyes growing heavier.
The two of you were perched on your couch, Oikawa having had a rare day off from training and the two of you made sure to spend it together. You practically hadn’t left each other’s sides all day, watching different movies and going out for a nice lunch together. You even had a nice walk around the park which you’d often do alone given Oikawa’s busy schedule, and as the day dwindled to an end, you found yourself still alight with a burst of happiness.
But, you both were also tired, and you wanted to have a bath before you headed off to bed.
You’d be lying, however, if you said that there was a small alternative motive to your actions.
The second you slip off the couch and away from his side, Oikawa’s arms hanging loosely by his side now that you’ve left, he’s snapped awake to attention, quickly reaching for your touch. His eyes slowly flutter open, frowning heavily when he sees you walking away from him.
Turning your head over your shoulder, you grin at his pout, reaching a hand towards him. “Would you like to join me?”
Oikawa jumps to his feet, eliciting but another giggle from your lips at his eagerness as he’s quick to take your hand in his own. It swiftly turns to him leading you to the bathroom as he quickly maneuvers his way through the halls to the bath in your guys’ shared bedroom.
“Slow down, Tooru,” you shake your head with teasing smirk on your lips. “The bath isn’t going anywhere.”
“Yes, but...” And he hesitates, perched over the edge of the bathtub, moving to turn the water on, glancing back at you, words trailing as he notices your fingers slowly working to unbutton the blouse you’d slipped on earlier for lunch. 
You grin, quirking a brow.
“Tooru?”
“Hmm?”
“The water?”
“Oh, yeah,” blinking, Oikawa turns back to the tub, turning the water on as he dips his fingers beneath it to test the temperature. Once he’s satisfied with that, he pushes himself back up to his feet, turning to you only to find you already in your underwear, smiling gently at him.
“Here,” you call softly, stepping towards him as your fingers move to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Oikawa is limp and pliable in your grasp, letting you do as you please as you move to the buckle of his trouser, undoing it for him. He watches you carefully, a soft, adoring look to his eyes as you bend down with the path of his pants.
“Lift your leg.” He does so easily. “Now this one.”
Once he’s just in his boxers, you stand up straight, laughing at the look of want in his eyes.
“I’m going to turn off the water.”
“Okay, babe.”
Before you know it, you’re dipping your toes into the water, the touch soothing instantly as you move to submerge yourself completely. Once you’re sat, Oikawa’s not far behind you, slipping in so his chest is pressed to your back, legs on either side of you. You let a small hum of contentment leave your lips as you fall back against him, the back of your head falling into the crook of his neck.
“This is nice.”
Oikawa nods gently, “it is.”
“We haven’t done this in forever,” you open your eyes, peeking up at him as he gazes down at you. Truly, his eyes haven’t left you all day. “I’m happy.”
Slipping his arms around your waist, Oikawa pulls you flush against him. “I’m sorry I'm always so busy.”
You shake your head, waving him off; “you’re working towards your dream, Tooru. You know I understand.”
“Still,” he shrugs, “I wish I could be there for you more.”
Gazing up at him for a moment, you frown at the guilty look in his eyes, biting your lip. Leaning up, you press a kiss to the underside of his jaw, fingers ghosting across his skin lovingly before moving to sit up. Once you are, you glance back at him over your shoulder, head tilted cutely, “wash my hair for me?”
Oikawa smiles, easing; “of course.”
Taking the cup perched on the edge of the tub, Oikawa fills it with water before perching his free hand along your forehead, making sure none of the water falling into your eyes. He does it once more, before grabbing your shampoo, gently rubbing it along your scalp as you moan softly in pleasure.
“You’re amazing with your fingers, Tooru.”
“Yes, I know. You’ve told me plenty times before,” Oikawa grins. “Though, those were for other reasons.”
“Oh, hush.” You lightly slap his arm.
“Here,” he laughs, “close your eyes.”
You listen without fault, feeling the familiar touch of his hand against your forehead, once again protecting you from any of the now soapy water falling into your eyes.
“Conditioner time.”
You nod, your lips parting as your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the touch of his fingers running through your hair. You weren’t lying when you said he was good with his fingers, Oikawa was skillful at being gentle but applying enough pressure that it felt heavenly.
Once he’s washed the conditioner out of your eyes, Oikawa lets out a proud hum.
“There,” he pulls your hair behind your ears, letting it fall along your back, “done.”
“Your turn,” you grin, moving to turn around.
“You don’t--”
“I want to,” you assure him, smiling warmly up at him.
And Oikawa’s never been very good at arguing with you, anyways.
Your Jewelry.
“Does this look okay?”
Flickering his gaze up from his phone, Oikawa swears his breath is taken away by the mere sight of you.
He regularly liked to remind you how beautiful he thought you were, and Oikawa, and his own friends, have often caught him just staring at you -- to be fair, he couldn’t help it! He was constantly mesmerized by the sight of you, no matter whether you were dolled up or in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt of his.
Oikawa had always thought you were the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on.
But this--you... now?
Did you look okay?
Kami... You looked... enchanting.
His phone slips through his fingers, a forgotten thought as he moves to stand, making his way towards you. You blink up at him as he does, slightly confused as you wait silently for a response to your nervously uttered question. And as Oikawa sets his hands on your waist, tugging you close, the silk material of your dress bunching between his fingers slightly as you peer up at him.
“Tooru?”
“You look... mesmerizing.”
And all your worries ease without a doubt, hearing the sincerity in his voice and seeing the love in his eyes as you grin widely. Setting your hands on his chest, pulling gently on his suit jacket, you laugh; “yeah?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well, aren’t you just a charmer tonight.”
Oikawa chuckles; “aren’t I always?”
Shaking your head, you swallow thickly. “You really mean it, though?”
Even though you believed him, without a doubt, the words still slip past your lips before you can stop them; if anything for your own certainty more than anything. Tonight was an incredibly important night for Oikawa and his career, and the last thing you wanted to do was be any sort of embarrassment to him. He assured you you never could be, but you wanted to look beautiful for him and you wanted him to feel confident tonight.
“Y/N,” and he so rarely calls you by your first name with no sort of suffix or by some silly nickname he’s come up for you, that you blink in surprise, hyper-fixated on his words.
“Yeah?”
“I mean it,” he nods, moving his hands to your cheeks where he softly cups them, keeping your gaze firm on his own. “You look absolutely breath-taking tonight.”
Smilingly gently, you nod in his grasp, letting your fingers wrap around his wrists.
“Thank you.”
Grin widening, Oikawa pulls back; “anytime, babe.” And to top it all off, he sends a wink your way.
Rolling your eyes, you shake your head. “After all these years, you’re still such a flirt.”
“Well, of course! It’s what made you fall in love with me, wasn’t it?”
Laughing, you step towards your vanity, grabbing the necklace you’d laid out earlier for tonight -- a necklace Oikawa had gifted you for your three year anniversary. “I fell in love with your charm, so, in one way, yes.” You think back to the first time he asked you out, unable to stop the flutter of your chest. “You flirted with me nonstop.”
“I had to!” Oikawa defends himself, stepping towards you as he wraps his arms around your waist. He presses his chest against your back, staring at you through the mirror before the both of you. “You used to ignore me back then.”
“Because I thought you were just a flirt.”
“I am.”
“You know what I mean.”
Snorting, Oikawa nods, eyes flickering to the back of your neck where your fingers struggle with clasping your necklace. “Here,” he whispers, “let me.”
Letting your hands fall by your side, you watch Oikawa through the mirror as he sticks his tongue out cutely in utter focus, fingers working swiftly to clasp the necklace behind your back. And just as your lips move to thank him, he’s leaning forward once again, reaching out around you to your chest, where the necklace is, and straightening it out so it lays perfectly centered on your chest.
As he leans back, your eyes meet his through the mirror, the flutter in your chest returning at the proud smirk he sends you.
“There, perfect.”
Turning around, you quirk a brow; “yeah?”
“I mean,” he shrugs, “you always are.”
Your brows furrow, shaking your head; “what?”
“Perfect.”
The Aftermath.
He stretches his hand towards you, palm up.
Slowly, you tilt your head up, meeting his gaze.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, voice barely audible but the room is otherwise silent, so you hear him loud and clear. “It wasn’t right what I said to you.”
Twenty minutes ago the both of you had been screaming your throats raw at one another. The sound of it still rang in your head, piercing you firm in the heart. And now, as you sit on the edge of the steps, his palm held out towards you, eyes regretful and imploring, while your eyes flood with unshed tears, you realize, you were sorry too.
“It’s okay,” you rasp, “I am too.”
And with that, you let your hand fall in his own, his grasp instantly tightening around your own as he pulls you to his feet. You don’t fight him, letting him guide you forwards as he moves backwards towards his phone on the coffee table. Your brows furrow as you watch him, baffled by what he’s doing, until he hits the play button on his phone and the first song you’d ever showed him starts playing through the speakers in the living room.
“Tooru--”
“Come on,” he coaxes gently, “dance with me.”
“I feel silly.”
“You aren’t.”
Meeting his gaze, you huff; “Tooru--”
“Just one dance,” he squeezes your hand gently and when you look into his eyes, he almost seems desperate. “One.”
You’ve never been good at denying Oikawa, and the compliance comes almost scarily to easy as you nod, letting him pull you towards him. His arm wraps swiftly around your waist, still holding tightly onto your right hand as his feet start to move beneath you, guiding you with him as you both sway to the song. He’s lucky you’d chosen such a slow song for such a memorable moment in your relationship, because the movements of your body come too easily as you start to sway with him.
Your body eases and you can’t stop the soft smile from curling on your lips as you let your head fall onto his shoulder, cheek pressing against the material of his shirt, eyes fluttering shut as his grip around your waist tightens.
You know he’s holding you tighter because he feels guilty, because he wants you to know he feels guilty. That he regrets the cruel, unfair words he’d spat at you no more than a half hour ago. You understand perfectly, just like you always do, and you move to squeeze him back.
Because you’re sorry too, and you feel guilt burn in your chest as well. And, you regret the words you’d said too.
“I love you, Tooru.”
You don’t see it but his face eases and a soft smile is able to curl on his lips as his eyes fall shut in contentment.
“I love you too. Always.”
His Letters.
It’s basically routine at this point.
You’re hardly surprised at the familiar sight of lined, white paper falling onto your desk half way through class, folded up to hide the hidden message beneath it, or the awaiting grin that faces you when you turn to face Oikawa.
You roll your eyes, but even you can’t stop the wide smile that grows on your lips as your fingers move to unfold the paper. You recognize Oikawa’s scrawl along the lines easily, having seen it day after day enough that you’d probably recognize it anywhere now. And of course, the witty pick-up line written on it makes you laugh softly to yourself as it always does.
However, today, it’s particularly very cheesy.
I think there’s something wrong with my phone. Your numbers not in it.
The annoyance you’d felt the first couple of times Oikawa had done this has slowly dissipated through the days, until now where rather than annoyance, you can’t but feel a tightening of your chest, a flutter of butterflies in your stomach and this inexplicable feeling of giddiness rushing through your muscles at his constant and undivided attention on you.
And his determination to win you over.
You purposely don’t glance back at him for the rest of class, even though you know his gaze is on you, waiting.
But, when class is over, and everyone is slowly flittering out of the room, you don’t follow them even when all of your stuff is gathered. Instead, you turn towards Oikawa and by default, the back of the class, marching your way over to him. Hanamaki who’d been beside him, joking around, notices your approaching figure, and turns to leave promptly but not without sending an elbow to Oikawa’s side and a quick wave your way.
“Oikawa-san.” You greet, smiling at him.
“Y/N-chan,” he drawls, almost exasperated. “How many times have I told you, you can call me Oikawa. Even better, Tooru.”
Shaking your head, you hold your hand out.
Oikawa blinks at him.
“Your phone.”
And hope instantly floods his gaze, a bright grin curling on his lips as he rushes to pull his phone from his back pocket. He practically throws it on your hand by the time he gets it out, and you catch it from slipping through your fingers with a light, airy giggle that practically has him seeing stars.
He watches you carefully, eyes lit with hope, and practically glowing when you hand his phone back to him with your contact now saved and a small smiley face next to your name.
He has every intention of changing that to a heart once you’re gone.
“There. Your phone should be all fixed now.”
He hadn’t seriously thought that cheesy pick up line that Hanamaki convinced him to put would work but he swears he could practically kiss him now in thanks at the fact that it had.
“Right,” he says, feigning seriousness. “Thank you, Y/N-chan.”
You hum, nodding as you turn to leave. Oikawa watches you walk away, gaze never wavering, and at least has the decency to seem slightly caught off guard when you turn back around to him just before slipping out the room.
“Oh, and Tooru?”
He swears his heart is practically soaring at the sound of his name leaving your lips.
His first name.
“Y-Yes?”
“Are you busy during lunch tomorrow?”
Oikawa adamantly shakes his head; “definitely not.”
“Then, we can sit together.”
You turn back around before he can see the way your cheeks light up, burning red, but, unfortunately for you, also before you can see him all but pump a fist to the air in pure bliss, smiling brightly from ear to ear.
However, you don’t miss the small yell of glee that leaves his lips as you slip out of the classroom, smiling softly to yourself.
Oikawa ate lunch with you, outside, under a tree the very next day.
And every day after that.
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tojisprettywife · 10 days
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{note: i rewrote this, with b.s.t (hope someone gets the reference 🧍🏻‍♀️) anyway i cried, it got deleted first. i’m sleepy, hopefully it’s okay. minors DNI.}
warnings: smut. characters! m! x f! reader. characters are aged up to 21.
inexperienced men. who for the very first time feel, what a pussy feels like. your gummy, warm walls clenching around his throbbing cock. the way he clenches his jaw and gritting his teeth, to regain composure from cumming almost immediately. “f-fuck…so tight ..”. your pulsing soft walls suck his cock in, barely holding himself up. the way his soft, silky locks fall on your chest as he’s hunched over you. only gasps, curses and more whimpers slipping out of his lips. “so.. t—tight.. shit..”. pushing his full length into, till the base, gripping the plush of your hips, a bit too hard, in meek attempts to stop himself from painting your tight walls white. after what seems like forever, he slowly moves his hips, each stroke, sending shivers down his spine. he leans down to kiss you, again in attempts to keep him from moaning loud. he pushes his tongue into your mouth, his tongue lapping yours. but soon, the kissing gets sloppy, saliva dripping down both your chins. he leans down, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his teeth grazing the base of your neck, as his hips erratically, in haste buck against yours. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, filling the room combined with his little whimpers and yours. “i-i’m cum-ming… f-fuck” he buries himself to the hilt, pushes himself even deeper, his tip bruising your cervix. his eyes squeezed shut, biting down your shoulder lightly. his cock, pumping ropes of milky, sticky cum. his cock twitching inside you, panting against your neck. just as he catches his breath, your walls convulse around his twitching cock, overstimulating. “o- fuckkk.. f..ck” barely able to form coherent sentences, slurring his words. burying his face into the pillow, beside your head, to stifle his moans. muffled moans, teary eyes as one hand gripped your waist tightly, bruising them lightly and the other hand gripping the sheets, crumpling them. his first feel of a vaginal orgasm. he presses soft kisses from your jawline to your neck, “it feels… so good.. one more time?.. please baby?..”. no longer will his hands suffice for him, as he felt what heaven feels like, you.
~ Choso Kamo, Gojo Satoru, Oikawa Toru, Nagi Seishiro, Inumaki Toge, Miya Atsumu, Naoya Zenin, Yuuji Itadori, Kageyama Tobio + whoever you want 😵‍💫
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euphoricimagination · 3 months
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𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓾 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴-𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 - Part 2
Feat. Aoba Johsai & Fukurodani
Premise: You had to do something else for a week and a half, leaving the boys alone for that period. Although they told the coaches that they could survive without you, the coaches ask a girl to help them out instead. They weren’t particularly excited, which got worse the more they spent time with her
Aoba Johsai
Since Seijoh’s volleyball club was very popular among the students, the coach had no problems in looking for someone to be there while you weren’t
In fact, the coach found two, mostly because there were a lot of duties during that week
Unnecessary in the eyes of the team, they were fine before you, they don’t need two of them now
Not even a day passed when the team were dreading this decision; not only they were Oikawa fans to begin with, but they were also annoying
Even Oikawa couldn’t find joy in this situation
The normally heartthrob of the team, the one that adores receiving attention, couldn’t stand them, missing your *playful* punches and scoldings
You luckily were able to hang out with them after their Sunday practice, when it had become a tradition to go to the nearest shopping mall to eat a meal as a team
So to surprise them, you went there without them, planning to raid their table
When you saw them walking into the food court you couldn’t help but giggle, one girl was holding the arm of a very disgusted Oikawa, while the other was clearly acting like a dude alongside an annoyed Iwaizumi, everyone else ignoring them
You started looking at the menus, deciding what to eat, ordering a burger and some fries
“Wow, you’re eating…that? Someone is not thinking about hot girls summer” you hear from your left, one of the girls looking at you as if you were committing a sin
“yeah I don’t care”
“That’s all you’re getting? I could not eat only that, I’m ordering like 6 burgers” another voice comes from your other side, the other girl was there too
“…ok” you say, starting to understand why the team was so fed up with them. The team looks mean, but they were never unnecessary rude
“can I have a salad? I wish I could eat..that, but I’m too worried about how I look, you know” the girl in your left says
“I just got done playing volleyball with the team, so I need like…6.000.000 calories, imagine only eating a salad” the other says, making you sigh
“I love your make up, by the way! It’s so…natural, I wish I had the confidence to not care about how I look on public, good for you!” the girl says with a sarcastic tone
“imagine even wearing make up every day and trying that hard, like I just roll out of bed an-”
“I don’t care about any of your thoughts, so shut up please” you say annoyed, you didn’t know if you were annoyed, uncomfortable or straight up angry, but before you could add anything else an arm wraps your shoulder
“Yn-chaan!” Oikawa squishes you
“Yn-san, you’re here!” Kindaichi exclaims, relief appearing on his face. Kunimi gets slightly closer to you, a move that means that he wants some type of affection, so you pat his head
“Y-you know her?” the princess type of girl asks, eyes wide
“She is our dear manager” Matsukawa adds, Hanamaki nodding with a smirk that only grew bigger when the girl shrieks
“H-her?! But she looks so weak! And I bet she doesn’t know shit about sports! Like.. she’s a girl!” the ‘tomboy’ girl says now
“don’t get too comfortable now, you were just a substitute for her, not the other way around. She is the best manager we could ever ask for” Oikawa says mockingly, hugging you tighter
“b-b-but…”
“you can leave now, we have our manager back, we don’t need you two here anymore” Iwaizumi ends the conversation, taking your tray with food as they all take you to the table
“I still have a few days that I can’t be there” you tell them once you were sitting
“we’ll manage” Iwaizumi says
“What Yn-chaan? Are you sure you aren’t missing this handsome face of mi-ouch!” Oikawa tries to say, but you punch him making the team laugh
You were at peace again
Fukurodani
Despite having another managers in their rooster, the coach decided to ask the manager of other team to help them out
After all the team is big, so another hand wouldn’t be bad
The team was nice, so they did try their best to make her feel welcome eve if it was for a week and a half
But she was making things hard
Washio tried to be a gentleman, but he ended up not interacting much with her
Konoha, in the other hand, was sarcastic, but she was either too dense or too delusional to realize
Akaashi tried to be understanding, but even he was starting to get tired of it
And Bokuto, even with his loud and extroverted personality, ended up just trying to avoid her
When you came back, you had the *amazing* opportunity to meet her first hand, right after entering the gym
What the guys have told you wasn’t particularly encouraging, yet you still wanted to give her a fair shot
“Why are you looking at me? It’s just a knee brace, you never seen something like this?” she tells you, before you could even say hi
“well, hi, nice to meet you too”
“So…you are the manager? The one that I’m replacing? Well, of course you don’t know what this is, since you don’t play any sports”
“well, before I kinda did some cheerleading, but it wasn't for me so I joined this idiots and…”
“exactly! Cheerleading isn’t a sport! Gosh, how are you even the manager of this team”
“Yn!!” Bokuto enters the gym, hugging you tightly as he spins around. Akaashi was behind, who gives you a smile
“If you were wondering! I got injured by playing football…and then basketball and then volleyball with the boys, remember that Bokuto?!”
“eh..nope” bokuto answers confused
“Well me neither”
“anyways! I’m back on the team, so thank you for…well, being here. I’ll take care of it from here on out…unless the guys want you to stay..?” you say
“NO!” a collective answer came in, way too quickly. You resisted a laugh
“well, that settles it, good luck with your knee brace” you push her out softly, a grunt coming from her
“Thank god you’re back Yn-chan” Akaashi tells you, the team patting your head lovingly
“we should celebrate! After practice lets go to eat!” Bokuto adds
“okay! Bokuto is paying!” Konoha says, going to the court to start practicing
You see bokuto whine as he goes too, everyone joining while making fun of the owl boy.
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atsumulogy · 1 year
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WHEN YOUR CO-WORKER CALLS HIMSELF YOUR “WORK HUSBAND”
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synopsis: how he reacts to your co-worker calling himself your “work husband”
featuring: miya atsumu, oikawa tooru, & iwaizumi hajime. fem!reader.
content warning(s): jealousy, possessive boys, weird co-worker, suggestive at iwa’s part 😵 sorry my hands slipped lmao. also grammar mistakes … have mercy i wrote this kinda half asleep + use of wife
naia’s footnote: yk that work wife thing? yeah, that but with a twist with the hq men 🤭 jealous scenarios are my guilty pleasure LOL i wrote this when i was supposed to be doing smth actually productive 😓‼️also i got carried away w atsumu’s haha
REQUESTS ARE OPEN! rb’s & likes are appreciated
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#01 — WHEN COMING AS YOUR PLUS ONE IN YOUR OFFICE’S FANCY EVENT, MIYA ATSUMU didn’t want to admit it but he kind of expected to be fawned over by your female colleagues — not that he wanted them to! It’s just … expected, seeing how absolutely hot your husband is (the expensive suit and tie and all). What he did not expect was being introduced to your … what was it? Ahh, yes, “work husband”.
The absolute audacity and sheer nerve of this bastard to call himself that in front of him, the actual husband on the documents and in your heart.
Work husband. He scoffs silently, face scrunching up in irritation, poking his cheeks with his tongue instead of making a fuss in this exclusive event where lots of important people are present. As much as he cares for obliterating this man in front of him, he cares more about you and didn’t want to cause you any issues with your workplace.
(Though, if this ugly scrub touches your arm again and joke about Atsumu being the side chick, he wasn’t so sure that he wouldn’t cause a scene.)
Besides, the 24 karat gold necklace hanging around your neck with his initials attached to the chains and the elegant ring on your finger makes it painfully clear that your self-proclaimed work husband has no chance against the Miya Atsumu.
BONUS:
Atsumu may have acted mature about the situation while in the event, but behind closed doors he was whining and grumbling about that annoyin’ scrub.
“— like I still can’t believe he had the guts to say that in front of me!” He scoffs, face scrunching up again, his mouth forming a scowl. “Work husband… tsk, i’m yer only husband! hell, i’ll be yer work husband, house husband, and every other fuckin’ husband title there is!”
Instead of informing your husband that it doesn’t work like that, you nod to every word he said every time he looks at your eyes to back him up on his rant.
“Yes baby, I know. Now why don’t we get you a trophy with all those husband titles, hm?” You jokingly offered, patting his fluffy blonde hair.
Next week a package arrived carrying a shiny gold trophy with the words “Miya Y/n’s only house husband, work husband, and everything else in between” customized on the front <3
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#02 — OIKAWA TOORU SCOFFED AFTER SOME IRRELEVANT, MEDIOCRE, UGLY MAN introduced himself as your “work husband”, somewhat offended because someone dared crown themselves a self-proclaimed title as your work husband — like that bastard is even worthy enough to be breathing the same air as you!
He recognizes this man to be the man you ranted to him about that was inappropriately acting like he’s close with you and many other women of your office.
Wanting to do you and the other women of your office a favor, he decided to humble him.
“Last time I checked, there was no side piece. And if there were to be a side piece — which will never happen by the way! — my wife would pick someone better looking than you. As you can see she has great taste, since she married me and only me. But you should know that by now, hm? Our wedding was even on the news!” showing the ring on his finger, wiggling it even to show emphasis, his tone and his (threatening) smile was friendly, but you all know that it was anything but that.
Oikawa Tooru is an intimidating opponent, both in and out of the court.
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#03 — NEVER IN HIS 25 YEARS OF LIVING HAS IWAIZUMI HAJIME met a more annoying and repulsive person such as the man in front of him that cockily and casually called himself as your “work husband”.
You felt his beefy arms tighten around your waist, he leans in to you closely, his hot breath heating up your ears as he asked you with low voice, however still (purposely) loud enough for the guy in front of you two to hear. “Baby, do you even know him?”
You nodded, “He’s just some guy in the finance department who’s really weird, Hajime. I don’t even remember his name. Sato? Aoki?”
The man before you deflated, his cocky stance nowhere to be seen as he scoffs defensively, “It’s Nakamura —”
“— Yeah, sure, well my wife and I have somewhere else to be now. So goodbye Ishikawa-san.” He purposely used a different name — politely even, to mock him and push his buttons.
“It’s Nakamu —”
“Bye Sato-kun!” You played along with your husband’s petty antics, waving him off before locking your arms around Hajime’s before snuggling close to him as you two walked away. The both of you bursting out laughing once you guys think the guy was far away enough to not hear you two.
“Have you seen his face! He deserved that humbling experience!” You snorted, Hajime rolling his eyes as he remembers the guy.
“Okay but who even is he really? Is he always so flirtatious with you? What even is a work husband? Last time I checked, I’m the one who gave you that new last name of yours.” He grumbled, irritated at the thought of that bastard flirting with you at work when your husband wasn’t there.
“Aw, babe, you know that you’re the only one for me.” you patted his cheeks affectionately, smiling at him while giggling.
He does. He knows it, a bit too well at times. So he sighs and he lets it go. Because he knows that at the end of the day, he’s the one you come home to, he’s the one you cling onto while watching your favorite shows, he’s the one that rests his free hand on your thighs whenever you two go for a drive.
And tonight, he’s the one that will lay you down on the bed and touch you, talk to you, and feel you in ways that only he can do.
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kisskawa · 11 months
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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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utahimeow · 2 years
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oikawa’s kids find a photo album
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the kids and their curious hands never fail to amaze you. this time, they managed to uncover a photo album from a box somewhere in the depths of your home. you stumble across them sat in a circle around it in the middle of the sitting room and cross your arms over your chest.
“where’d you go and get your noses stuck this time?”
“mama, is this you and daddy?” your seven year old asks. he’s the middle child—also the loudest, a stark contrast to your first son who’s two years older and hardly made a peep when he was a newborn. your youngest, your four-year-old darling girl, is somewhere in between the two.
as you approach your little clan, you find that he’s right. the photo he points at is one of you and oikawa on a high school trip in your third year, back when you two were still hiding feelings from one another. back when you were still fawning over the volleyball team’s captain and setter, one of the top players in your prefecture. a smile overtakes your face then, a nostalgic warmth setting into your bones.
“come on,” you say, picking up the album so you can take a seat on the couch. the boys earnestly take their spots on either side of you, and your little girl scrambles into your lap.
even you’d forgotten the contents of the album, having left it untouched for so many years. but as you sit there, sifting through the pages that held memories from fifteen years ago, you have to bite back tears in front of your children.
“there’s daddy with your uncle iwa,” you say, pointing to a picture where the two boys strike some dumb poses. it was the summer after you all graduated, and you had gone to the beach with a bunch of classmates to celebrate. next to that photo is one of you and oikawa, his jacket around your shoulders, his arm pulling you close.
“there’s me with daddy,” you say, voice oozing with fondness. “that was when we fell in love.”
it was the night he kissed you for the first time. it took him three years to do it—to this day you haven’t let him live it down. it was also the night he told you he was moving to south america to play volleyball for a living, and the night you cried until you couldn’t breathe.
he had made a promise to you that night— “this is just the start of everything, my love. not the end. i promise.”
…and here you are sitting with three of his kids. well, he certainly didn’t break his promise.
as you flip through the pages, you find photos of you in college, and oikawa with his teammates. photos from when you graduated and moved to argentina. photos of your parents as well as oikawa’s. photos of when oikawa proposed. photos from when you became pregnant.
“you know who’s in there?” you ask, tapping at your bump in the picture. taken in mexico, when you and oikawa decided to head there for a vacation. three heads shake, and your fingers tickle at your oldest’s side. “it’s you.”
“but how did he get out?!” your younger son screeches, and your eyes turn dramatically wide, your shoulders shrugging as you stare at him with an expression that mirrors his one of perplexity.
one of your favourite photos is of your husband after winning a match, holding his very first son who was just one, who’s wearing a tiny version of his jersey that you’d gotten custom made to surprise him. there’s a second photo of the three of you at the same match. at the time oikawa had no idea you were three months pregnant with his second child.
“you guys wanna see photos of younger daddy playing volleyball?” you gasp. your kids give a chorus of excited yeah!s in response, so you rise to your feet after plucking your daughter off your lap. “okay, be right back.”
what you thought would be a treasure hunt doesn’t last long enough to be called that. because sure enough, you find the album you’re after underneath you and your husband’s shared bed—a scrapbook filled solely with professionally developed photographs of oikawa throughout his career.
you’re not sure how you didn’t hear the front door, but when you return to the sitting room, your husband is home, getting climbed on and attacked with affection from his children.
“oh, hello,” you chime. dark brown eyes find you and in an instant they light up.
“hi, gorgeous,” he grins. when he stands, his daughter remains clinging to him, arms wrapped firmly around his neck. she doesn’t budge even as he plants a kiss to your lips in greeting.
“we were in the middle of looking at some old photo albums. care to join us? oh, wait, you’re probably hungry, aren’t you though? let me heat up—”
“baby,” oikawa chuckles, ever so charming when his arm snakes around your waist and he pulls you towards the couch with him. “dinner can wait. i can’t miss the chance to tell the kids what an annoying brat you used to be when we were young.”
your mouth falls open as you scoff in disbelief. “wait till they hear what a cocky son of a-”
“oi,” he cuts you off, but not without a cheeky grin.
you stick your tongue out at him, eventually taking your spot in the middle of the other oikawas.
your husband gives some kind of story for each photo in the album, one of the plays he recalls making, how close the match had been, how he had made the last point by pure luck.
“daddy, you’re like flying!” your daughter squeals, pointing at one of the pictures where oikawa was spiking—a rare occasion for a setter, and extremely impressive for that reason.
“i felt like i was,” oikawa says.
“i wanna be like you, daddy,” she declares.
oikawa had never pushed volleyball onto his kids, no matter how much he wanted to pass on his legacy. if they wanted to play volleyball, he wanted them to play it out of passion, not some random obligation, not out of pressure. and your daughter had always been the biggest daddy’s girl—she adored him, as much as he adored her. it’s why his chest swells at her words and the both of you know: a volleyball player had just been born.
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kairismess · 3 months
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HE MIGHT'VE ... MESSED UP.
🏐 genre: fluff !
🍰 summary: he might've pushed you a little over the edge, and when you gave him the silent treatment, he couldn't handle it. he's gonna make it up to you, somehow.
🍥 author's note: is this just an excuse to make an smau? yes no
atsumu miya
atsumu tends to be very annoying when you're ignoring him. you used to think he was aware on how clingy and irritating he can be in hope to get your attention, but no, you have a feeling that–with how much he's been blowing your notifs up, he's probably unaware of how insufferable his apology is. but in a way, it becomes a little... sweet. just a little bit.
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fast forward to a few hours later, and he's at your doorstep with all your favorite foods. he calls you, and in a sweet (yet unbearably smug) voice, tells you, "see, sweetie? it's not easy to ignore me... now please don't ignore me ever again, i can't take it... and let me in, please? i wanna apologize! and maybe... make out with you as an apology?"
he's looking up at you with desperation in his brown orbs, with a smile that really hoped you'd let him in and correct his mistakes; and show you that he loves you too much to let you stay mad at him for so long.
tooru oikawa
oikawa isn't the best at communication, despite being so charismatic and able to charm so many of his fans, he has always been scared of losing you. he has had exes before, but he never wished to make one out of you; he loved you too much, he couldn't imagine his life before he met you anymore or had you as his own. hence, he did everything in his power to get you back... through messaging you desperately.
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surprisingly, this worked.
and the next day, he was at your beck and call. he'd carry your bag and things for you, take you to your every class, compliment you here and there, treat you to your favorite snacks, buy you things to keep you from getting angry at him, and dedicating every serve at practice for you, despite the other guys on the team (specifically iwaizumi) wanting to punch him for indirectly showing off his lovely girlfriend.
but, no matter, as long as he fixed his mistake and made you happy again... he was okay with it all.
rintaro suna
this boy had a tendency to anger you, and being his girlfriend, you were basically forced to be the butt of all his teasing. one day, he went too far on accident, and you ignored him for almost a week. if this was anyone else, suna would just shrug it off and wait until they'd talk to him again.
but you weren't just anybody. you were the one to suna, even if he didn't show it–he loved you, and he missed having you by his side. he knew he needed to talk to you again, no matter how awkward it'd be.
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and he did just that. he facetimed you in the middle of practice and apologized to you over the phone with his classic neutral face. but his tone was slightly different, it carried an air of genuine apology–and his eyes bore into yours, not tearing his eyes away from you for even a second.
he hopes he can be with you tomorrow at school, so he can admire all your beauty the next day. he'll cut back on the teasing, for now, he'll just compliment you and tell the truth: you're too gorgeous for him to handle (while showing you atsumu and osamu's latest brawl).
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emmyrosee · 10 months
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EMMY EMMY EMMY!
I come with another Tik Tok trend I'm obsessed with.
https://www.instagram.com/reel/CqoOfZ9IxZb/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
(this is technically a reel but it started on TikTok)
Imagine doing that chain pull to some of our lovely volleyball dorks. Some would be absolutely shocked and flabbergasted especially if their partner is normally very shy and dare I say submissive Some would just be so smug about it and possibly turn it back onto you, but I think the overall reaction would just be them being absolutely turned on from reader doing that.
I'm trying to think of anyone specific but I can't choose lol so I'm leaving it up to you!
JEAR DESUS-
No because. BECAUSE, B E C A U S E?? I thought very long and very hard about this, and you can’t TELL ME THIS ISNT OIKAWA OKAY?? JOSH IS COMPLETELY OIKAWA ENERGY JUST LOOK THROUGH THE OTHER VIDS OKAY 😤😤❤️
And he’s such a cocky bastard that the idea such a trend could render him a complete wreck is just… it’s so delicious.
Like he’s used to you shoving him into your tiktoks, and sure, when you asked him what chain he was wearing, he gave you an honest answer because it’s you, you’d never do anything sneaky or nefarious to him to give him more gray hairs, right?
You’ve never lead him astray before, he lies to himself.
“Baby,” you chirp from the other room, taking his attention from his book to look out into the hallway.
“What, love?”
“Come here, I found a new tiktok trend!” He sighs dramatically and loud enough for you to hear, “hush! It’ll take all of four minutes, come here.”
“I don’t have the energy for this,” he teases, but he does instantly come over and plant himself in front of you. You grin and gently press the record button on your phone, and the music starts to play.
You gently sway and dance against him, and he sinks his teeth into his lip and grins happily.
Then, you grip his chain, and as you pull him down, he yelps in shock before his eyes go wide and his jaw slacks. You’re exuding a complete dominance that he is weak to, and he feels a clammy nervousness break over his muscles and skin.
Your hand smooths up his cheek, and he whimpers before giving the camera a cheeky look. You snicker, but your world flips and your camera is left to itself as he tosses you over his broad shoulder and makes a mad dash for the hallway.
“Rip everything off of me. I’m yours, babe. You’re killing me with these fuckin’ trends.”
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zorosprincess · 1 year
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Dirty Laundry
Pairing: Oikawa Toru x Reader
Word Count: ~0.6k
Genre: Angst
Warnings: crying, healing from a breakup
Summary: You returned my shirts to my mailbox fresh and clean. I don’t know if you did so to be nice or to be mean. To be a good guy, give back what’s mine, fold my dirty laundry or with your detergent wash my clothes and your hands of me.
Part Five of Desiderium
A/N: If dialogue is in blue, this is irl something that was said to me or by me. Thank you for being here live for my therapy.
PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS AND THE AUTHORS NOTE ON THE MASTERLIST ON MY BLOG BEFORE READING
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Swapping things like jackets became commonplace between Toru and I while we were dating. I never wore the right size jackets so he tended to leave me with his and steal mine in their place. A constant swap. I never was lacking a jacket that smelt like him.
He made me a promise, early in the relationship when he realized that I found comfort in the way he smelled, when he noticed how no matter how stressed I was, I would feel better when I buried my face into his chest and inhaled deeply, finding myself surrounded with him. He made me a promise to always have a jacket of his, no matter what. To have a shirt of his to sleep in. As long as he could steal a jacket of mine in return.
It was like that until the end. Like how it was now. Two weeks later. Crashing in a friend’s spare room. And staring at the small box in front of me. He’d left it on our friend’s doorstep for me to find. A few items of clothing that had gotten mixed into his in the move. One week after I’d seen him last. A jacket of mine laid neat on top.
I glanced over at the jacket of his in my closet, the white fabric burning my eyes from its spot there. He’d let me keep that one too. And the shirt of his that I used to sleep in the most.
I’d already packed all of my jackets by the time he’d broken up with me. The day after, I sat staring at the vacuum-sealed bag with the pile of my jackets stuffed inside of it. It was going to be cold soon and I’d made a conscious thought the day before to pack all of my jackets, assuring myself that I’d be able to just use one of his for a week or so until I could unpack mine in a new apartment.
He’d walked into our room quietly, trying to not disturb me more than he had already. Watched me glare at the jackets, building up the energy to open it, unseal the bag and dig out the one I wanted before doing it again. It was like he could read my mind. I always hated that about him. He knew more about me than anyone else. More than even I did sometimes.
“You were going to use one of mine. Right?” I winced at the implication that I’d assumed that I would be able to.
“I’m just building up the energy. It’s okay.” My voice was quiet. Scratchy from the crying, the sobbing and begging and screaming. I winced at the sound of it.
“You can still use one.” He sighed and walked over to a box of his things. “Here.” He opened the box and revealed the contents to be his jackets. “Pick one to have.”
I was hit with another wave of sadness that I couldn’t quite explain. “I can’t.” I shook my head and tried to keep myself from crying. I didn’t need to force him to give me something of his.
He sighed and dug around for a little bit. The white sleeve he tugged on revealed the rest of the hoodie easily. “Here, take this one.” He piled the fabric into my arms and I couldn’t help the hurt that panged through me. He meant it to be nice. A comfort. But the fabric wouldn’t even smell like him, he- “I never wear it anyways so you can keep it.” I knew that fact, which is why the sinking feeling was in my stomach.
It was backhanded assistance. The help that hurt the most. I would rather freeze.
The box I was staring at now had the same effect. A box with things of mine that had been caught up in his things. Some of my clothes. Washed. I didn’t know if he was trying to be nice, to be the good guy and give back what was mine. Fresh and clean and folded. Washed with the last of the detergent I’d had. None of it even smelt like him. Not even like his detergent.
I knew he meant it to be nice. But it felt mean.
It was all me. Like he left no trace of himself.
Like he wanted to wash his hands of me.
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A/N: free therapy yk…
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forusomimiya · 11 months
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"Mmm baby… so cute and so greedy…" His words lash your body as he sinks into your neck and deposits wet kisses accompanied by moans each time you squeeze as he hits your cervix. "You make me feel so good, mi amor. Your body matching perfectly with mine, as if you were made for me… tan linda...".
"T-tooru… I don't understand what yar saying…" It's not the first time Oikawa praises you in Spanish, but hearing him speak is like music to your ears. Warm words that create a swirl deep inside you and oh god, you wish he would talk to you like that forever.
"But what about how you're squeezing around me? Do you like it when I talk to you like that, bebé? Your walls cling tighter to him as he whispers in your ear. His pace increases and he grabs you to fuck you deeper. He knows what you like and he's going for it.
"Please Tooru, I-I'm close… just- make me cum please, please…"
"Begging like a needy one? I see… How do you ask for things, cariño?" his constant thrusts prevent you from concentrating on the question. You try to clear your mind, come back to reality and focus on Oikawa, but now he's started massaging your hole and damn it, you just want to be a fucking mess and not think about what the fuck he wants you to answer. But if you don't, he won't give you what you want. "P-por - por favor....?" "Please... what?" his balls hitting your clit don't help this situation moving forward. "And look at me when I'm talking to you". You try to look back as best you can.
Damn. He's a fucking mess too. You won't last long, and knowing him, if you cum without his permission, maybe he'll torture you for a while longer. "Shit… I-I need you to fill me up, to cum inside me" you take a second to catch your breath and try not to blush at what you are about to say. "...por favor". "Buena chica... ahora córrete para mi... dirty me with your cum" His image fades from your eyes as you hear his command and you let yourself go, as if you were a bitch that has been trained by her master. You feel the pleasure slowly consume you as Oikawa focuses on you, on your grimaces of pleasure as you feel him filling you, and on your high-pitched, long moans, begging him for more, and reminding him how much you love him.
"Aahh yes, yes! thank you tooru...! thank you, I- I love you…"
"My dumb slut, I love you too...”
__________________________________________ don't worry, I'll put the translations here :D "mi amor" - "my love" "tan linda" - "so pretty"
"bebé" - "baby" "cariño" - "like... honey, sweetheart..." "por favor" - "please" "buena chica, ahora córrete para mi" - "good girl... now cum for me"
Well, it’s taken me about a MONTH to do this and oh my god, I rlly wanted to do it. It took me a while to think about the situation but well, here it is. I go to sleep happy, wishing to dream of an oikawa talking to me in Spanish 😴😴
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waveoftheocean · 10 months
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06.10.23 happy birthday iwa-chan!! sorry for inflicting paperwork on you for your bday but at least you have oikawa to help (coughdistractcough) you 🥰
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yandere-romanticaa · 4 months
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Something that I find interesting about Oikawa is that he would be so observant when it came to you, not even a hawk could rival him.
I imagine him to be quite the pest when he's around you - always making some comment, stealing your things and dangling them somewhere where he knows you can't reach, just overall making all the little things in life that much more difficult. Why? Because he's bored and you happen to have the misfortune of being his favorite person ever. That's why!
But Oikawa takes mental notes, sometimes actual ones too. He probably has several notebooks dedicated to you and you wouldn't ever have a clue. He oozes with both natural charisma and childishness, which makes him a double threat. It is very easy for him to shift these two moods especially when the time calls for it. He sees the way you react because your reactions are important to him.
You are important to him.
That's why he makes sure to stay close to you as much as he possibly can, scaring off any potential threat regardless of sex. He may be a bit softer towards the girls who surround him but he always makes sure to let them down, to tell him that he's spoken for.
You just have no idea that it's you he's talking about.
Oikawa is used to success. But he also understands what it feels like to lose. That's why he does not have the courage to come clean to you. He can't help but to feel a little frustrated with you because, well, how dare you? How dare you exist there and be all cute? It's even worse when other people take notice and they actually have the courage to approach you, which just makes him want to knock their teeth out.
Oikawa is a pest. But in his way, that's his love language. He can be sweet, don't get me wrong! But messing with you is just too fun.
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