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junosmindpalace · 11 months

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students returning home from school filed into the neighbourhood, animated conversation vibrating through the air. the sun shone down brightly, yet the breeze coaxed out a few shudders, provoking kids to huddle into themselves, students who anticipated the cold snuggling into their scarves and jackets.

it was a chilly afternoon, the remnants of summer slowly fading with the green of the leaves and the first indicator of autumn weaving through the group of kids. you hadn’t anticipated the chill like some of your classmates, which is why you clinged to tooru more so than usual. not that he was complaining in the slightest.

your arms and fingers were intertwined, and you leaned against each other lovingly. it was truly a romantic sight; such a cliché display of young love, yet it never got stale in the eyes of passersbys, gushing in their minds over the sweet show of affection. tooru leaned down as his eyes crinkled, laughing with you about something you had said. he always loved being so close to your face, admiring the light in your eyes, taking in the sight of your smile.

there wasn’t anything more heartwarming, both to you and your boyfriend and the pedestrians who passed by, small smiles playing on their own lips as you walked practically joined at the hip.

you shuddered against him when the breeze reached you, leaning your head against his arm as you continued your conversation while walking. “-oh! and i was confused when i saw her jacket, ‘cause apparently it was supposed to be warm today, but i think i’ll pick up mine from home on our way to lunch.”

a branch snapped off its tree. the two of you paused in your tracks. you realized the error of what you had done as soon as the words came out of your mouth. wide, blank eyes blinked up at one another in a comedic fashion. and then everything happened at once.

tooru immediately went to rip off his jacket, but you reacted a slight bit faster, reaching over to grab his wrists. you struggled against one another, teeth gritting as you attempted to resist each others actions.

“oikawa tooru, keep your damn jacket on.” you gritted out, mustering up all the strength you could against your athlete boyfriend. he bared his teeth at you.

“you’re cold. i’m giving you my jacket.” your boyfriend seethed just as menacingly.

tooru was a romantic. so romantic and gentlemanly he was that it made your heart race at how deeply he cared for you. the way he wasn’t even the least bit shameful (much to the dismay of his teammates) just made all the kind things he did count all the more.

but you knew he tended to prioritize you over himself. tooru oikawa always loved a little extra, always had a habit of putting the things he cared about before his own well-being. you worried for him on these instances, but tooru’d only ruffle your hair and reassure you that he’d be, or he was, alright, even if it was obvious he wasn’t. most times, you were able to take care of yourself and only felt bad for making him worry.

you had slipped up this time, knowing before the last of the words came out what would happen. you only wanted to look out for him the same way he looks out for you. especially with the cold weather and tooru’s rigorous training did he need to stay warm. but the two of you were equally stubborn, and neither would back down so easily.

the loving sight had dissolved almost instantly. passerby’s didn’t know what to make of this new progression besides the fact that the two must’ve resented each other.

you managed to keep him in place for a while, but you were only delaying the inevitable. eventually, tooru was able to free himself from your hold and in a swift instant yank off his jacket and throw it over your shoulders, keeping his hands in place so you wouldn’t shrug it off.

“tooru!”

but he only gave you a cat-like grin, rubbing his hands up and down your arms before wrapping his arm around you again and kissing the crown of your head, humming contentedly.

you sighed, knowing that all the berating in the world wouldn’t stop oikawa tooru from putting your needs above his. it was how he was- with volleyball, with school, and of course, with you. he never meant to be smothering with his affection, it was just the way he was.

and so you gave into the comforting scent of his body wash and cologne that lingered on the fabric and leaned against him yet again, the heartwarming display of young love restored.

#just a thought #everytime i write hq i make them all goofy its my fav genre of fanfiction #ive had a lot of ideas for hq since im reading the manga I MISS THEM #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru oneshot #oikawa tooru fluff #oikawa tooru headcanons #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x y/n #oikawa tooru hcs #oikawa tooru x y/n #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq oneshot #haikyuu drabbles

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animehideout · 5 months

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JJK X HAIKYUU X READER IN ONE ROOM.

a/n: Idk just had this random idea of jjk men and Haikyuu men being in one room with the reader like the general dynamics.

Which room you'd rather be locked in?

Room 1 : Gojo Satoru/ Ryomen Sukuna / Toji Fushiguro/ Kuroo Tetsuroo / Oikawa Tooru / Atsumu Miya

A bunch of loud narcissistic extroverts in one room.

Let's say Kuroo is the calmest comparing to them.

Over confidents in their looks and capabilities.

Cocky ass men.

They would start showing off in front of you, literally out of the blue.

Would start an arm wrestling match to see who's the strongest.

Smart? super smart, they'd know exactly what to say to you to make you blush and weak on the knees.

Would try to outshine each other, each one of them trying to be the center of your attention.

Brag about their achievements

“huh a captain of a volleyball team? how lame..I'm the king of curse”.

Showing off their skills to you trying to be better than the other

“come on Oikawa, you can try to punch me, bet you can't..my infinity won't allow it hehehe”.

Everyone talking loudly and at the same time, giving you a terrible headache.

Flexing on you, flexing their muscles in front of you

“come on don't be shy y/n, you can't touch my biceps”

“Hah you call that a biceps?”.

They would put each other down to seem the strongest and the dominant one in front of you.

Total flirts, praising you a lot!!!

Impressive but terrible use of pick-up lines.

Would make their voice deeper to capt your attention and turn you on.

They would wink at you, a lot.

Touchy af.

You'd be giving them weird stares totally crushing their ego.

Room 2: Yuta Okkotsu / Choso Kamo / Toge Inumaki / Kenma Kozume / Kageyma Tobio

Introverted but can be stupid.

You can literally fall asleep there with how tranquil the atmosphere was.

Yuta would be reading his book, Kenma playing games on his phone, Toge just busy in this thoughts, Kageyma awkwardly eating snacks and Choso silently judging.

They shared the interest in you, but none of them dared to start a conversation.

Their attempts to approach you would fail miserably leaving them a blushing mess.

Low-key would suffer from an anxiety/panic attack if you touch them.

Their faces would turn different shades of pink if you catch them staring or smile at them.

Would stutter if you start talking to them.

Would try, key word try to flirt with you.

“That's n-nff-nice!”

Room 3: Yuji Itadori / Ino Takuma / Hinata Shoyo / Bokuto Koutarou / Lev Haiba

Over hyped and energetic squad is here.

These mfs would bond up at the spot

without any obstacles.

Very goofy.

They would turn the room into a lively and enthusiastic atmosphere.

Would laugh a lot while cracking jokes.

It would be easy to be around them since they would make you feel welcomed and try to engage you with them.

Very playful and spontaneous flirting when it's about you.

They would try to make you laugh with their stupid jokes and impressions showcasing their comedic side to you.

Also they would compliment you a lot.

“Your hair smells nice, I love it”

“You have a cute laugh”

It would be very easy to vibe with them.

Would play a lot of games together or watch random videos.

You'd feel very comfortable around them and safe.

Despite their playful nature they would take a good care of you.

Room 4: Nanami Kento / Geto Suguru / Megumi Fushiguro/ Iwaizumi Hajime / Daichi Sawamura / Akaashi Keiji / Ushijima Wakatoshi

Wise squad.

Gentlemen squad.

Aaah lock me in this room with them please.

They would be really quiet and calm.

Each one of them is sitting peacefully.

When they start interacting it would feel like an intellectual forum.

They would talk in formal language.

Engaging in philosophical, existential topic.

They might seem boring to others but they're actually interesting.

Veryyy polite when they start " hitting on you ".

If they sense that you're showing the slightest discomfort they would give you your space and never bother you again.

Would lowkey start a conversation with you talking about the weather

“So do you like the weather? I kinda like rainy days”.

They are CHARMING IN THEIR OWN WAY LIKE.

Treat you like a fucking princess / prince.

Respectful is their middle name.

They would take turns to engage you to talk about your interests.

“You're feeling cold y/n? here take my jacket”.

Very attentive when you start talking, memorizing each word you said.

They calculate what they'd be saying, making them flawless.

You'd fall head over heels for them.

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lujingheswife · 6 months

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and it felt like home again.

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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#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #haikyuu oikawa #hq oikawa #oikawa tōru #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x you #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru imagine #oikawa tooru x y/n #oikawa tooru x you #oikawa tooru fluff #oikawa fluff

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keitea · 1 year

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when you try to kick him but he grabs your ankle and laughs as you stumble, trying to steady yourself. he leans in, the all-familiar smirk plastered on his face. "not so bold are we now, hmm?"

i like making myself blush from my own writing LOL

sugawara, OIKAWA, iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer, kuroo, atsumu, osamu (yall know why the twins are here), daichi <33

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azaarchiive · 3 months

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☆ blackout - tooru oikawa

note; a cute little fluffy one shot about a blackout in your neighbourhood and what you both do to pass that time ❤️. gn reader, use of petname (baby), suggestive jokes, you and oikawa are married, time skip oikawa, they are in argentina (this doesn’t add anything to the plot but it’s just fun to know). 999 words

in a blink of an eye, the house was engulfed in darkness. a shrill shriek from tooru echoed within the apartment you both shared.

“are you ok?” you yelled out to him, only to be met with no response.

you quickly obtained your phone, turned on your flashlight, and went on a manhunt for the man himself.

he wasn’t hard to find, as his tall figure was already coming out of the shower, only covered with a towel, still slightly soapy. a dejected look plastered on his perfect face as he tried to dry himself from his unsatisfying shower.

“well this sucks, you would think that since we pay a shit-ton of money to live here, we would at least have the ability to enjoy a shower.” tooru rolled his eyes as he whined childishly.

your eyes, however, were glued to his wet, muscular chest, illuminated by your flashlight from your phone. your initial worry washed away at this sight of his damp hair that stuck to his forehead and his body gleaming due to the water, enhancing every detail of his muscle.

“wow, so while we’re going through a crisis, all you can think about is sex?” tooru joked as he waved his hand in your clearly distracted face.

“um- actually, i was thinking of ways to keep us safe.” you lied, hiding your giggled through a bright smile.

“does it involve my naked body?” tooru took a couple steps closer towards you, wrapping his arms around you which, in result, dampened your clothes.

“tooru! your making me wet.” you complained, trying to push him off which was proving futile. this was the same guy that could lift twice your weight at the gym so you were definitely trapped.

“you are just begging for it, aren’t ya’ ?” tooru smirked as you got more flustered.

“tooru, we are in a crisis and all you can think off is sex? you are a terrible person.” you joked, mimicking what he said earlier as he finally let you free of his tight grip.

tooru laughed in response before sighing and looking around, remembering the situation they were currently in.

“well… what do we do?” tooru asked, leaning on the wall next to him.

“hm..” you put a finger on your chin as you thought of possible (family friendly) activities that you both could do.

“i have an idea!” you finally said after a beat of silence.

“ok, you get dressed quick and come downstairs as soon as you can!” you ushered tooru into the bedroom and slammed the door while giggling. you ran down the stairs to get started on your master plan.

tooru, on the other hand, was a little dazed from the sudden rushed conversation, but nonetheless, decided not to question it. tooru could tell you needed time to prepare so he took his time changing, trying desperately to ignore the clattering of many objects that echoed from downstairs to the bedroom. however, he had trust in you.

(maybe too much trust but his love for you would never allow him to say that)

before he could even register, he heard a call of his name from you. tooru finalised his comfy clothes with a pair of fuzzy socks that had your face printed on them, courtesy of his truly.

tooru soon left the bedroom and made his way downstairs, slowly stepping down the stairs whilst hearing your shuffling towards the bottom of the staircase.

“are you ready?” you asked him.

“are you going to kill me?” tooru replied, your figure soon coming into his field of vision as he almost finished travelling the flight of stairs.

“baby, if i wanted to kill you, i would’ve done it the night we married.” you explained.

“what the- why?! not to mention, that answer was way to quick for my liking.” tooru whined, soon coming face to face with you.

“the money, obviously. you were so obsessed with me that i don’t even think you would mind me stealing all your cash.” you wrapped your arms around him, a teasing smile dancing on your lips.

“i probably wouldn’t, unless you were going with another man. then i would just go batshit crazy.” tooru chuckled, moving forward to place a peck on your lips.

both your lips connected for only half a second, but it felt longer as you pulled away and stared into each others eyes. the maze with each others orbs that both have spent years learning and searching now feeling easy to navigate. the marriage you both had was easy to navigate because you both loved each other in ways no one could ever understand or imagine.

“what’s the surprise you had for me, hon’ ?” tooru asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

you stepped aside and watch him marvel at your work.

it was a pillow fort. candles were lit up everywhere which explained the random influx of a vanilla scent wafting through the apartment and random assortments of pillows and blankets were thrown to make a fort. a bowl of fruits were placed neatly on the desk table beside the fort and contained a variety of different fruits, all tooru’s favourite.

“fuck, how the hell did you do this in such a short amount of time?” tooru questioned, staring amazed at the highly illuminated living room.

“i don’t know, just got them skills, you know?” you laughed.

“well, it’s beautiful princess. come, we need to go in there, now!” tooru dragged you towards the fort, giggling as you both snuggled into the pillow fort.

“now that i’m thinking about it, this probably isn’t safe.” tooru raised his eyebrow.

“you’re such a loser, like just have fun you party pooper.” you jokingly rolled your eyes.

“oh fuck me for wanting to live.” tooru laid back on the ground, you shortly followed him and laid down right in his chest whilst he put his arm around you.

“yeah, you’re ruining my master plan to kill you and steal your money.” you giggled.

“oh i apologise, next time i’ll abide by the plan and die gracefully.” tooru dramatically responded, to which you responded in a sweets smile.

you’re so happy you married him.

#oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #haikyuu oikawa #hq oikawa #oikawa fluff #oikawa tōru #oikawa x you #authors #haikyuu #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #haikyuu x imagines #oneshot #haikyuu oneshot #hq imagines #blackout

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nubisaureus · 1 year

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when you wear their jersey

how the haikyuu boys react when you wear their volleyball jersey

character(s): Oikawa, Tsukishima, Kuroo

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

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

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

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Oikawa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smirked, leaning into your charade.

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

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

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

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

Tsukishima

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kuroo

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

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

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

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

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

«So?» he urged, wanting to know.

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

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

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

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

You ended up crying of joy that night.

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luvingtsumu · 3 months

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TODDLER!HAIKYUU BOYS that will be possesive over their favorite daycare caregiver.

His favorite game was when you pretended to be a princess and he was the brave and charming knight that saved you.

For his 3 year old brain, you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, you always made sure his milk was warm and that he had his favorite stuffed animal whenever he took a nap.

Every time he saw you with another child on your arms, he felt the absolute betrayal. Why would you take care of another kid that wasn't him!?

"No!" he whined as he hold onto your leg while you had in your arms a sleeping little boy "y/n mine!" he puffed out his cheeks as he intensely pulled your shirt trying to catch your attention back to him.

You found him adorable, but every day it was more difficult to keep him from pushing the other kids that got close to you, and you were sure his mommy didn't like you because he seemed to like you more than her; and it was always a problem when she came to pick him up, because he never wanted to leave their place in your arms.

—MIYA ATSUMU, MICHINARI AKAGI, RYUNOSUKE TANAKA, YUU NISHINOYA, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, HINATA SHOYO, LEV HAIBA, OIKAWA TOORU, TAKAHIRO HANAMAKI, KANJI KOGANEGAWA, BOKUTO KOTARO, SATORI TENDOU, GOSHIKI TSUTOMU, MOTOYA KOMORI.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #miya atsumu #akagi michinari #ryunosuke tsunashi #yuu nishinoya #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #lev haiba #oikawa tooru #takahiro hanamaki #kanji koganegawa #bokuto kotaro #satori tendou #goshiki tsutomu #motoya komori #hq x you #haikyuu oneshot

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excalibur-gone-missing · 4 days

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Paring: Toru Oikawa x female reader

Requested: no

Genre: smut, female receiving

Warning(s): cunnilingus, figuring, degradation

Summary: Toru eating out his freeuse slut aka you

Word count: 743

Other works

Beta reader: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“To-toru, ahh-”

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

“Toru, I’m gonna-”

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

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

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

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

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tjaejt · 16 days

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Big men, who you swear you could beat in a fight but in reality it wouldn’t take an ounce of strength from him to completely crumble you to pieces whenever he wants. His big and beefy body being able to crush your bones under a few seconds. Taking action and simply folding you under them whenever he hears your statement of you being way stronger than him. Palms bigger than yours, fingers longer and thicker, comparing yours to his, your fingertips reaching just about past his second knuckles, him holding your wrists together above your head, knees next to you on both side of you as his weight pushed you further and further into the mattress and not being able to get out of his grasp no matter how much you’re tossing around; or scooping you up and throwing you around anytime and everywhere he wants. And don’t even get started on the oh but i’m bigger body type. These men literally does not give a flying fuck about it, he will do it anyways.

Big and soft men, who would never hurt you from their will since causing hurt to you in any form or shape could make him lose his mind. Also protecting you from everything that means a possible danger to you, showing no mercy to anyone who in fact isn’t you. And when it comes to times when you get hurt and the cause is indeed him, he internally eats himself up from the inside about how could he been so thoughtless when he promised to himself all he will give to you is pure love and affection. It takes a few caresses on his cheeks and a couple of kisses and he’s already melted in your arms, only focusing on you and the thought of beating himself up is completely forgotten.

Big, soft and mean men, who could tease you all night, ‘till dawn, because what could you do? Punch him? Yes, you could try but we all know it’s nothing against him. So you just patiently wait there, looking pretty, while they’re mercilessly play games with you. These men can also rail you until you basically and literally see stars, going at a relentless pace without faltering the hold they have on you. Nails bruising your hips, thighs and waist every single time you’re together and by now you just learned to handle it in silence. You did try to warn him about it and they learned from it for brief 5 minutes at max, then lust covered their vision once again and got back to his usual behavior, we could say that he almost snapped his hips against you even more greedily this time. But even then, they don’t do this out of will… most of the times..

And it gets even ‘worse’ when your pretty fingers doesn’t even reach around his girth, struggling there with both of your hands, sitting between his muscled thighs and choking you with every inch you take further into your mouth. Him fucking into your mouth, not giving you any breaks or time to collect yourself, he doesn’t bother to stop himself and by the time, he’s the one who guides your head up and down on him. Tears collecting in the corner of your eyes, ready to spill. Oh how much he loves to see your face contorted like this, your cheeks flushed deep red and lips swollen. It could be almost enough to make him come just from that sight, feeling him twitch in your mouth and in response a muffled moan escaped your throat, sending vibrations through his body, up his spine, making him throw his head back immediately. His palms almost stuck in your hair, gripping and pulling on your well-cared locks like his life depended on it but you just couldn’t feel it from the ache of your jaw, the pain was stronger and by the time he could finish, all your nerves went numb.

So in conclusion, was he stronger than you? Yes. And will you ever admit it? Well, probably no. ♡

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satorugojjo · 9 months

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no matter what phone iwaizumi hajime has, or how many new cases he gets, there’s ALWAYS the exact same godzilla pattern on the back.

it’s been a great mystery to everyone for more than 15 years. how does it keep reappearing? who is this mysterious godzilla case manufacturer?

turns out oikawa accidentally ordered a 100 stickers instead of just the 1 for iwa-chan’s 14th bday using his sisters card. under the threat of death and in exchange to never tell their mother, she made him promise “to use all of them even if it takes a lifetime”.

and so, true to his word, whenever iwa gets a new case, there’s a new sticker in his bag, on his desk, slipped under his door. even when they’re oceans apart, he’ll find an envelope in his mailbox with a “missed me?” note attached to a singular sticker.

and without fail, iwa chooses to have a reminder of oikawa with him all the time, every time. forever.

#iwaoi fluff #iwaoi headcanon #iwaoi #oikawa #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #Haikyuu #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu fic #my writing

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cerisesakurainspring · 2 months

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OIKAWA x READER

~~He is someone who calls you pet names~~

"Tooru, you repulsive little male mynx!!"

The chocolatey-eyed lad came running towards the bathroom, where you were screaming his name. Worry evident in his alluring features.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"You are what's wrong! I told you to put the toilet seat down." Waking up on the wrong side of the bed didn't help with the small frustration bubbling inside of you. It was a very simple house rule, and your charming husband seemed to always 'forget' about it.

The pro volleyball player relaxed his shoulder, and a sheepish smile soon replaced his concerned one.

"Sorry, gordita-chan. I'll remember that for next time." He goes closer to you for a kiss on the cheek, but you don't let him; instead, you push him into the bathroom. "I don't want you to remember. I NEED you to actually do it."

Tooru turned around and pouted at you in an attempt to be charming.

"Nope. Not gonna work on me. Clean everything here this instant. Don't forget to scrub the bathtub, too." you ordered, and when it finally registered that he called you your least favourite nickname, you crunched your nose in disgust. "And you need to stop calling me gordita!"

"Noooo," he dragged on and proceeded to squeeze your cheeks, "How can I not bring attention to your cute chubby little cheeks?? You're like a conejita, oh my cute little bunny!" Tooru started sucking at your cheeks playfully. It began to hurt, so you had to bite his wrist to stop him.

"Ouch! Okay, okay. Then, how about mi changuita?"

"What does that mean?!"

He waved his pointy finger in the air with a proud expression, "It means 'my beautiful wife!"

His mischievous smile did not go unnoticed, and you lightly kicked his shin, "Liar! It's probably another stupid sweet-nothings. I don't want it."

Tooru did not want to tell you it really meant little monkey. It reminded him of how you would desperately clung onto him like a monkey whenever he leaves for his away-games, and he'll keep calling you that until you find out the true meaning. And when you do, he'll just come up with another cute pet name for you.

"Why can't you just be like a normal husband and call me something like mi amor or mi vida?"

You notice his naughty smile ease into a sincere one, "Tu eres mi precioso tesoro, y siempre estare encantado por ti, mi cielo."

"Do I even want to know what that means?"

Tooru just looks at you lovingly and smiles his signature grin.

"You think you can get away with anything as long as you smile, huh?" You placed your hands on your waist, giving off a sassy look.

Tooru revelled in your beauty, and he couldn't help the sudden flurry of butterflies in his stomach. Though you two have been married for years now, you have never failed to tickle his heart.

"You're supposed to say you love me back. Do you not love me anymore?" The setter pouted.

You rolled your eyes at his question, "You didn't say te amo, so why would I?" You sighed in slight frustration for not understanding the Spanish sentence he uttered earlier on. "I let my love for you be the one to decide to marry you. I didn't consider how much you would drive me nuts."

There was a slight arch on Tooru's brow. "Do I really drive you crazy in every aspect of your life?"

"Very much so." You looked at him accusingly, hoping your stares reached the recesses of his soul.

Tooru leaned his body forward to meet your eyes. A slight smirk danced on his lips. A look that made you shiver in delight. Not that you would ever admit it out loud.

"Then, does that include our nightly sessions?" His voice showed a hint of tease, and you turned beet red at his suggestive question.

In shock and embarrassment, you ran out of the bathroom and closed the door, leaving your husband behind.

Laughter didn't fail to escape Tooru's mouth, and it reverberated through the door.

"You're not leaving until you clean the whole bathroom!!" You screamed in shyness and frustration.

Smile slowly eased unto your lips as you held your hand on your chest, where your heart was beating too fast.

"I'm glad I married you, mi amor." You whispered to yourself.

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Translation:

Tu eres mi precioso tesoro y siempre estare encantado por ti, mi cielo. / You are my precious treasure, and I will always be enchanted by you, my little heaven.

This is part of a one-shot series and is available for reading on AO3 and Wattpad under Haikyuū Husbandos

#haikyū!!#haikyuu #haikyuu fic #hq fic #haikyuu oikawa #haikyuu x reader #hq oikawa #oikawa tooru #oneshots #oikawa fluff

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anystalker707 · 1 year

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Good mood

Pairing: Oikawa x Male Reader Word count: ~ 2 600 Genre: Fluff / Enemies to lovers if you look really hard Summary: Oikawa meets Seijoh's former ace.

A/n: ty @jxtblacksoc00l for the support

“Hi, hi, sorry!” Oikawa chuckled a little as he scratched the back of his head, expecting the chorus of complaints from the rest of the team about him being late once again, but it never came. He furrowed his eyebrows whilst dropping his bag by the side. Where was Iwa-chan, anyway?

“Oikawa-san!” Lev smiled. “You’re late again!”

“Heh,” Oikawa breathed, tilting his head, “had a... problem.” He twisted his mouth a little at the unusual amount of girls on his way right when he wasn’t in the best of moods.

Lev raised his eyebrows lightly, but his face softened. “Well, I believe you still didn’t lose the best of it. (Y/n)-san just arrived!” He motioned to behind him, and right behind the back line, a guy stood holding a ball up while his other hand simulated and moved around explaining the type of serve he explained to... Iwaizumi. So that’s why Oikawa wasn’t being spammed with a thousand messages asking his whereabouts nor received a ball on his head when he stepped in the court.

“Who...” He mumbled, narrowing his eyes, but Lev’s—and even his—attention was on (y/n)’s serve. It was a lot like Oikawa’s, at first, but the strength it contained was a lot greater. Cheers coming from his teammates filled the court right after the deafening sound of the ball hitting the ground. They all stood there, watching what was going on instead of having all those balls that littered around in actual action. Even Irihata laughed, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“What are they feeding you there, boy?” Irihata patted (y/n)’s back.

(Y/n) laughed, shaking his head and took a step aside at the moment he noticed Iwaizumi getting ready to try the same serve. The ball didn’t hit the ground with the same force as (y/n)’s, but Oikawa could see a difference there. (Y/n) commemorated, clapping before high-fiving with Iwaizumi.

“Hiya!” Irihata grinned. “I’d like them to see you in a match! C’mon, everyone! Usual team A and team B formation! (Y/n) is going for serving, team B!” He clapped his hands, immediately receiving a ‘yes’ in unison from all the players while they started moving. “We just need—”

“Hi!” Oikawa waved with a smile.

“Huh— Oikawa!” Irihata clicked his tongue. “You better not get late like this for the serious matches, you listening?”

“Yes!~” His face remained the same as he walked away, telling his teammates they’d start with the first rotation. He stretched quietly, observing Iwaizumi and (y/n) decide who was going to start with the ball—Iwaizumi tossed him the ball, having Oikawa smile on his way to behind the back line.

The other coach—Mizoguchi—blew the whistle once everyone was in their right positions and, after he did it a second time, Oikawa bent his knees lightly, a smile forming across his face as he spun the ball between his hands before throwing it in the air. Right under his infallible aim, (y/n) received it with a firm dig.

Oikawa wouldn't admit it, but he wasn't really expecting this. The game was tight. Not like the usual when they play against each other, but something he could compare to playing against Shiratorizawa. It wasn't enough to use all of his weapons—he had to be constantly aware of his opponents and his own team, every millimeter they moved. And yet...

The sharp sound of the whistle filled the court again while the coach extended his arm to team B. Oikawa's eyes went from him to the board, twisting his mouth at the A 18 – 20 B displayed on it.

"Whatever," he mumbled as he followed the rotation.

"You must be Oikawa."

He looked up from the board to see (y/n) through the net, smiling—his eyes roamed over Oikawa from head to foot.

"Yes..." Oikawa narrowed his eyes with a pout. "And you?"

"Oh, right, you weren't here when I arrived and introduced myself. Irihata-san said you're always late." His lips parted into a grin, in a tone that Oikawa wasn’t quite fond of—it made his cheeks heat up, hence he had to look away for a moment, taking a deep breath.

"Where are you from, anyways? Nekoma?"

(Y/n) had a proud glint in his eyes. "Yonan university."

Oikawa's eyes widened. "Yonan?" He could remember some great sport highlights coming from there, including the cycling club that went to the nationals and a rising volleyball potential.

"I remember watching Seijoh against Karasuno last month," (y/n) said, "then I immediately needed to contact Irihata-san."

"You're saying I caught your attention?" Oikawa blinked, placing his hands on his hips as he threw his nose in the air. "You see, I—"

(Y/n) stepped back at the same time Oikawa's head lunged forward harshly.

"Iwaizumi!" Oikawa shouted, staring at the owner of the 'serve', but all the other did was to stare back coldly. Mizoguchi blew the whistle again, arm extended towards team B. "What do you think you're doing to waste a point like this?"

(Y/n) laughed, making sure Oikawa met his gaze before he moved on. Fuck. Oikawa opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, but fell silent. Whatever he had to say, it wasn’t the right time nor place. He had to put his mind into the game; he could talk to (y/n) later, maybe even ask for his number... Fuck, it was all about that, right? After all, he was in college already and could work as a good contact to help him into opportunities, help him train. It was all of it that made him feel like he needed to have (y/n)'s attention on him the whole time, right?

Oikawa swallowed dryly as he watched (y/n) talk with Hanamaki, making a few hand gestures. The sharp sound of the whistle put ground under his feet again and he pursed his lips. The game. Focus on the game.

-🏐-

A 35 – 33 B

Oikawa’s hands rested on his knees, his calves and upper arms aching a little more than normal. He ran a hand through his hair to get the strands of hair unstuck from his sweaty forehead, breathlessly thanking the manager for the towel they reached out to him.

Now, (y/n) would want to come talk to him, for sure. He had contacted Irihata because he liked his game, right? It was because he was interested in him, he could help him improve and— Wow, (y/n) interested in Oikawa... fuck, fuck, fuck.

Still, he just stood there with Iwaizumi again. Whatever he was explaining, he needed to move his hands around constantly—sometimes Oikawa could identify he was acting as if holding a ball. Was Iwaizumi really even paying attention? His knowledge would have much more use with Oikawa, for sure.

(Y/n) smiled, pride swelling in his chest at how Iwaizumi immediately started practicing what he had explained and it seemed like it wouldn’t take long until he mastered a new technique. His eyes wandered around the court—the team members continued their activities, practicing and eventually looking over at him. All of them were into something. All of them but Oikawa. He almost laughed at the sad lump in the corner of the court. Oikawa didn't seem to be that dramatic at first sight—couldn't even notice (y/n) approaching.

"You alright there?"

"Huh?" Oikawa's eyes widened at the moment he recognized the other, and immediately put himself up on his feet. "Hi—" He clicked his tongue. The towel that hung on his head fell on his face with the sudden motion, leaving him in a cursing mess as he removed it to place it around his neck instead. His cheeks were probably red, but he didn’t have anywhere to run away now, so he just sighed. "Um, yes, I'm fine! Just a little..." He tried to play it off, smiling, with a hand on his hip.

(Y/n) narrowed his eyes. "Riiight..."

"Did you study here, (y/n)-san?"

"Yes, ‘graduated two years ago! Irihata-san used to be my coach as well," he answered, looking around the court with nostalgia heaving in his chest. "But must I say, he is doing a good job with you!" His eyes met Oikawa's with a smile. "I didn't expect you to give me so much work! That was a nice match! You got a lot to explore there." He punched Oikawa's shoulder playfully, having the other blush.

"You think so?" Oikawa hummed, a hand over the place he had been punched, but soon turned his expression into the best smug one he could, with his eyes on the ground and a shaky smile. "Well, yeah, you're not wrong!"

"Well, you—"

Oikawa cleaned his throat, pointing at (y/n). "Would you like my email? My phone number? We need to get used to playing with each other so we don't lose any time when I get to Yonan."

(Y/n) scoffed and stared at Oikawa long enough to make his attitude falter before he finally pulled out his phone.

-🏐-🏐–

"(Y/n)-san!" Hinata's voice echoed through the court among the sound of balls hitting against the ground for the warm up, making Oikawa want to curl up, but... (y/n)?

They had been texting each other for quite a while now, even if (y/n) always answered him either early in the morning or late at night nor answered every single message. It was a little annoying, but it still made his day when he spotted the little compliments and little hearts among the messages. Still, the thought of talking with (y/n) in person after all of that had a knot in his throat. Did he catch on to Oikawa's attempts to flirt? He never said anything about it through texts; maybe he preferred to tell Oikawa in person that he should stop.

"Tooru! Set, come on!" Iwaizumi clapped his hands in an attempt to get his attention.

"Iwa-chan!" Oikawa whined, pouting as he nodded towards (y/n)'s direction, holding the ball close to his chest.

Iwaizumi huffed. "He will come talk to you, don't worry. I'll kick his ass if he does anything wrong. For now, just do your job!"

"You're so evil to me! You know I'm in such an emotional state and you keep pushing!" His bottom lip trembled, but it was a matter of time until Iwaizumi threw a spare ball at him.

Focusing wasn't that easy, not while he could hear (y/n) talking with Ukai, Hinata and Suga in an enthusiasm that was still strange to Oikawa.

"Oops!~" Oikawa clicked his tongue, ignoring the glare Iwaizumi shot at him. "Sorry, Iwa-chan, mistakes happen!" He shrugged and left behind a complaining Iwaizumi so he could go after the ball.

"Ohh, hi!" (Y/n) grinned at the sight of Oikawa approaching him—he had in hands the ball that had been accidentally thrown his way. "I was just going to talk with you after finishing here!"

Hinata raised his eyebrows, mouth half open. "You know each other, (y/n)-chan?"

(Y/n) hummed with a nod, tossing the ball back to Oikawa.

"He went to Seijoh! No wonder he'd want to know how the current team is doing." Ukai crossed his arms, adjusting his stance once Aoba's player took a place next to them, almost a contrast to Suga's modest greeting.

"Needed to know if my legacy is being taken seriously!" (Y/n) stared at Oikawa with a smile tugging on his lips.

Oikawa rolled his eyes, mirroring the grin as he leaned over to (y/n) to throw an arm around his shoulders, letting the ball fall to the ground. "You should be worried about it being replaced, actually."

Ukai laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, good luck!"

Whatever they said, Oikawa only had eyes for (y/n). The older one had his arms crossed over his chest as he eyed Oikawa from close, pulling him out of his trance by bumping their foreheads together.

"Stop talking shit."

Rolling his eyes, Oikawa was about to speak up when Hinata cutting in had him actually huffing.

"(Y/n)-chan, please don't fight!"

(Y/n) shook his head and patted Oikawa's back as he moved away from him. "As if I would lose," he chuckled, having fun with the glares he received in response. "Anyways, I'll be back later. Why don’t you come with me to grab something to drink, hm?" He placed his hands on Oikawa's shoulders to push him lightly, waving at the others as they walked away.

"What are you doing here, again, hm?" Oikawa asked as they left the court, met with the silence of the outside that was only interrupted by the birds occasionally chirping with the soft sound of the wind through the leaves of the nearby trees. Not many people were out and around during the week of recess, which thankfully granted them a lot of peace and space for the training matches. "Did you miss me?"

A smile traced (y/n)'s face, his eyes lingering over Oikawa as he walked over to the vending machine, standing in front of it with his hands on his hips. "What do you want, hm?"

"Uh— Me?" Oikawa hummed, moving to next to him, and pointed to one of the drinks behind the glass. He was about to mention he didn't have any money when the other just paid for everything, handing Oikawa his drink. "You didn't answer my question."

(Y/n) didn't react at first, instead opening his drink to take a sip of it, almost making Oikawa question if he had heard him in the first place. "Well, I did want to see you again, does this count?"

A soft red tone took over Oikawa's cheeks—he hummed in an exaggerated, thoughtful manner. "Well, of course! I'm sure having me in your mind was extremely tiring. Must have taken away some of your sleep." His answer earned him a chuckle he couldn't quite read.

"I'm not the one who answers the other in less than a few seconds even when the messages are sent at 3 in the morning."

Oikawa couldn't help but pout at (y/n)'s words. "Why are you so mean, (y/n)-san?" He whined.

"Ah, c'mon," (y/n) chuckled, throwing an arm around Oikawa again, "'m just fucking with you."

At first, Oikawa's intention was to bump their foreheads together like (y/n) had done, but it happened with less force than expected and just had him resting his forehead against (y/n)'s instead. His breath hitched as he noticed what he had done, but he preferred to remain silent. (Y/n)'s breathing fanned over his face, warmth irradiating from him.

"Who would say someone that smug would turn out to get flustered so easily?" (Y/n) raised his eyebrows lightly. His hand slowly dropped from Oikawa's shoulder to his waist to pull him a little closer—Oikawa blushed, placing a hand on his chest, though he ended up unconsciously holding tightly onto it, knuckles going white with the grip on the part of the shirt he had wrapped his fingers around.

Oikawa could barely think about anything properly. "I— Please—" He received a hum in response before (y/n)'s lips pressed against his softly; it took Oikawa a little to react, hence (y/n) was already pulling away when he locked their lips properly, letting the tension slowly slip away. His fingers instead met (y/n)’s neck as he allowed the other to deepen the kiss.

The sudden sound of steps had Oikawa pulling away immediately, cheeks deep red, and opening his drink with an awkward cough. Kuroo raised an eyebrow at them on his way to the vending machine, mostly questioning (y/n)’s laughter.

“Good mood, (y/n)?” He hummed, eyes narrowed at the products lined behind the glass.

(Y/n)’s lips pursed into a smile. “You could say that.”

#haikyuu #oikawa tooru #x reader #x male reader #oikawa x reader #fan fic #fan fiction #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #iwaizumi #imagine #oneshot #oikawa x male reader

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animehideout · 7 months

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HAIKYUU BOYS RED AND GREEN FLAGS ( IMO ) Part I ❤️💚

check out part II here

A/N: It's been a while since I last posted kn tumblr. I've been posting on Wattpad so If you want to check my books there here's my ID : narae_99.

I hope you enjoy this, I'll post the other parts soon..

Characters: Kageyama - Oikawa - Kuroo - Kenma.

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Kageyama Tobio:

Green flags 💚:

• A good listener

• Gives you 100% honest opinion.

• Smells really good.

• Won't cheat , like never.

• Gives you personal space.

Red flags ❤️:

• Type to give you the silent treatment.

• Would be serious most of the time.

• Would take time to get used to your humor.

• Would judge you lowkey, and feel the second hand embarrassment if you ever did something weird.

Oikawa Tooru:

Green flags 💚:

• Smart.

• He loves skinship.

• Not afraid of pda.

• He motivates you.

• buys you gifts.

• He's open about your relationship ( shows you off ).

Red flags ❤️:

• Egocentric even in the relationship.

• Flexing all the time it may lead to you feeling insecure.

• God complex.

• can be offensive sometimes.

• Would make fun of you in a joking way but it could be really extreme.

Kuroo Tetsuroo:

Green flags 💚:

• Romantic af.

• A gentleman.

• Committed and very serious about you.

• Talks about your future together.

• Manly 🤌🏻

• Expect a lot of gifts 🎁.

Red flags ❤️:

• Very possessive.

• Overprotective.

•He's the captain so expect him to be bossy even in your relationship.

• Tries to dominate you in almost everything.

• Gets extremely jealous over the slightest things.

• Won't allow a man breathe your direction.

Kozume Kenma:

Green flags 💚:

• Loves you truly.

• Would never cheat on you.

• Respects your boundaries.

• Comfortable silence.

• Understanding and patient.

• Takes good care of you when you're sick.

Red flags ❤️:

• Can't express his feelings.

• Wouldn't initiate any kind of skinship.

• Most of the time he's busy playing video games, so he wouldn't give you much attention.

• Type to give you the silent treatment as well when he's angry.

A/N: Who would you date?

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nuvoloso · 1 year

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Captain's Quarrels

Oikawa x m!reader (he/him/his)

I've been sitting on the idea of Oikawa falling for the so-called 'heartbreaker' of the school, the guy to avoid at all costs unless you wanted to end up hurt, at least according to everyone he knew.

These guys, ~~, usually mean a switch in view or time passing, it's more obvious as it goes.

Word count: 3,802

It was lunch at Aoba Johsai, and y/n had decided to sit with his team instead of by himself like he usually did. What he immediately noticed was that the cafeteria was far too loud, and the people where obnoxious; it reminded him of why he always sat outside by the field.

But, he was trying to be more social in an attempt to maybe sully some of the rumors going around about him. He was a naturally flirty person, and not one to change his whole personality to fit what others wanted him to be. So, he found himself being spoken about around the school as something like a playboy.

Truthfully, he hadn't had many partners during his life so far. He was a third-year in school and he'd had a few short-term relationships but nothing more than that. He always felt like people came to him just because of the way he looked, not because of anything else, so he would playfully flirt with them but not have it go anywhere.

He looked around the cafeteria as he ate, noticing the different groups of people gathered, some stealing glances his way, others doing their best to avoid him. One group was making quite a bit more noise than the others, though y/n couldn't figure out who they were just by looking at them.

Lightly elbowing one of his team mates he asked, "Who're they?" His teammate looked a bit surprised to have received the question.

"You seriously don't know? That's the volleyball team, don't you pay attention to anything else here besides our club?" Y/n shrugged off the slight insult. He watched them for another moment, one of them catching his gaze. Y/n panicked a bit, he hadn't meant to make eye contact with any of them, so he just played it like he always did.

He cracked a smile at him, even going so far as to offer him a wink before turning back to his team to finish eating his food. He didn't think about it again, he did the same routine to girls all the time to get them off his back for a few minutes. His teammates that had noticed chided him, but he ignored it.

As lunch concluded, y/n got up to head back to class but he was blocked before he could get very far. It wasn't the guy he had winked at, but rather someone who looked much tougher. He had spiky near-black hair, and green eyes that pierced his own.

"I know who you are." The stranger said. "And I don't need you messing with my captain's head, winking at him and shit." Y/n raised an eyebrow at him, curious to what the other's reaction had been when he'd winked at him.

"Hey, I've got no intention of messing up your captain. He just caught my eye and I thought I'd give him a gift since he's so pretty." The corner of y/n's mouth lifting into a smirk. The stranger frowned.

"You just play with people's feelings, and Oikawa doesn't need or deserve that. Leave him alone." The stranger didn't give y/n a chance to reply as he took off towards where this 'Oikawa' guy was waiting for him by the doors.

Oikawa's eyes met y/n's again, but only briefly before the stranger dragged him through the doors and away from y/n.

Oikawa didn't understand what was going on. The hottest guy he'd ever laid his eyes on had been looking at him during lunch, and Iwa wasn't even letting him talk to the guy! Instead, Iwa had gone to talk to him, though it didn't seem like a very friendly conversation.

"Why are you being so...protective?" Oikawa asked his friend, who had dragged him out of the cafeteria only moments earlier.

"Because," Iwaizumi replied, "He only plays with feelings, and you were his next victim. I was making sure he wouldn't go after you." Oikawa stopped in his tracks, shock plastered on his face.

"You mean to tell me, that you stopped the hottest person in our school from talking to me?? What is wrong with you!" He was actually a bit angry, Iwa had known about his thoughts about the captain of the soccer team for quite a while.

He had never talked to the other captain, but he saw him often both during school and in passing after or before practices. He was easily one of the most attractive people in their school, but that wasn't the only thing that held his captivation. Whenever he saw the captain during practices, he looked happy, happier than whenever he was talking to the girls that swarmed him or to the other boys he flirted with. He could also see the pride the captain felt whenever he played, the seriousness with which he directed the team.

Iwaizumi took his time coming up with a response. "You don't deserve to get played with, Oikawa. I know you like him, and you think things will be different since its you, but I know you'll end up hurt if you go after him." He offered no more explanation, and Oikawa thought about what he'd said.

Sure, he had heard the rumors about the soccer captain and the games he played with his admirers, but Oikawa was determined that things would be different with him. Not just because he was way better than everyone else that tried to pursue him, but also because he understood how it felt to have people obsess over him because of his looks. He thought that because they were similar in that sense, that maybe he'd be able to get to know the real captain.

Their classes came and went, the school day coming to an end. Oikawa's teammates had been quick to leave class and head off to practice, usually Oikawa being the same way, but today he decided to take his time. Unfortunately, y/n wasn't in his class. But, he was in the class next door, which meant if Oikawa timed things right, they'd walk out to where the gyms and soccer field were at the same time. If everything went to plan, Oikawa would have a chance to talk to the captain and maybe get to know him.

As he left his classroom, Oikawa looked around the hallways, greeting his friends as they passed him, though not seeing the one he had hoped too. He was about to start heading down the stairs towards the main doors, when a voice greeted him from his left.

"You look lost. You need some help finding the gym?" Oikawa swiveled his head towards the velvety voice and found y/n smirking at him. Oikawa's stomach fluttered a bit, being so close and finally hearing the voice of the person he'd watched for so long. "You just gonna stare at me or are we going to have a conversation?" He asked, snapping Oikawa back into reality.

"Ah, sorry. I guess I just got...distracted. You're headed outside right?" Y/n nodded, and they started down the stairs together. "So," Oikawa started, "You're the captain of the soccer team, yeah?"

Y/n smiled, his eyes only set ahead of him. "Yeah, same for you right, in volleyball?" Oikawa nodded. There was a moment of silence as they walked before y/n spoke again. "Why'd you wait for me? I always see you walking with that bold guy." Oikawa took notice of his word choice, he always saw him with Iwa? Oikawa thought today was the first time he'd noticed him.

He did his best to reply smoothly, though it was hard for him to keep his composure explaining why he wanted to walk with the other. "I just thought that we should get to know each other, since we're captains." He added quickly. Y/n eyed him carefully, the usual playful flirt missing from his gaze if only for a second.

"Your bold friend wouldn't like that. He chewed me out earlier for just looking at you, are you guys dating or something?" Oikawa nearly choked on his own saliva; date Iwa? He couldn't picture it.

"No, no, Iwaizumi and I could only be good friends, we established that a while ago. He's just protective, I guess. He's heard some stuff about you..."

Y/n laughed, interrupting Oikawa's train of thought. "Of course he has, nearly everyone has. So let me ask you again, why did you wait for me?" Oikawa didn't know what to say. He didn't want to just outright tell him that he liked him, he thought it would come off shallow. But he wasn't sure what else to say. "I see." Y/n said during Oikawa's silence. "You like making your friends and fans jealous."

Oikawa laughed, "Well I mean yes of course I do-"

"And that's why you wanted to talk to me. The incredible volleyball captain was going to play with the attention of the school's heartbreaker, so his fans would have a show." Y/n stated, his tone holding slightly more malice than it had earlier.

As soon as he said it, Oikawa realized how he'd sounded in his response. "No, wait that's not what I meant. I just,"

"No, it's ok. I get it, to prove to your fans that you know how to play the game as well as I do, you go behind your friend's back and do the very thing he told you not to. I guess I'm the one who got played this time, I thought for a second you actually wanted to be friends." They had made it outside when y/n had made his statement, his expression more tired than anything else.

"Y/n, please that's not how I meant it!" Oikawa tried, but y/n had turned away from him and was heading towards the soccer field.

"I'll leave you alone, Oikawa. Just do me the courtesy of the same." He called back, afterwards breaking into a jog so Oikawa didn't have a chance to say anything else.

He cursed himself as he watched y/n jog away from him, he was careless. He should've known y/n would be curious as to why Oikawa bothered to wait for him, he should've said something instead of staying quiet like an idiot. Frustrated, he made his way to the volleyball gym where he knew his team would be waiting for him, upset at his tardiness.

"There you are, where the hell have you been? I didn't think you could walk so slowly!" Iwa scolded him, but Oikawa just rolled his eyes. He wasn't up for Iwa's shit right now, after all it was kind of his fault that things went so south earlier. If he hadn't talked to y/n during lunch, Oikawa might have had a better chance. "Oi what's wrong?" Iwa asked, but again Oikawa ignored him and went to the locker room to get changed.

Throughout the practice, Oikawa's sets were off and he couldn't rile up the team like he usually did. He couldn't help but feel that he had to make things right with y/n. When practice finally ended, Oikawa was the first one out of the building, and instead of heading towards the gates to the school, he went off towards the soccer field. Several of his teammates had called out to him, asking what he was doing or where he was going, but he didn't answer them.

As he approached the soccer field, he saw that they too were wrapping up practice, everyone putting their jackets on and moving their equipment into a nearby shed. Everyone, that was, except for y/n who was currently talking to their coach, still dressed in workout clothes. It had looked like the coach wasn't much a fan of whatever y/n was saying, but he eventually gave in and left the field with the rest of the team. Y/n remained with a few soccer balls and other equipment, continuing his practice.

Oikawa decided to wait until he was noticed, not wanting to interrupt y/n while he was so focused, but after fifteen minutes, he wasn't sure it was going to happen. Y/n had just been taking shots on goal, not breaking until he was satisfied with what he had done. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he approached the sideline to take a break, then noticing Oikawa's presence. He stopped before reaching the sideline, confusion playing on his features.

"Uh, hey." Oikawa sputtered out, slightly embarrassed.

"How long have you been standing there?" Y/n asked.

"Longer than I should've without saying something, that's for sure." He replied. "Would you hear me out for just a minute? I want to apologize for earlier."

Y/n didn't look enthusiastic, but there wasn't much he could do to get away from the situation. If he just up and left the field as it was right now he'd get chewed out by his coach for leaving equipment out, and he'd never be allowed to stay late again.

"I didn't wait for you after class because I wanted to make my friends or 'fans' jealous, I wanted to talk to you." Oikawa said, putting as much conviction into his words as he could manage. "My friend, Iwaizumi, had said that you were bad news, but I've known about you for a while." He confessed, "I know people are obsessed with you because of your looks and your position as captain of a team, and I understand how annoying that can be. That's why I wanted to talk to you, I wanted you to know that not everybody is like that...I guess."

Y/n watched him while he spoke, it was obvious he was trying to figure out if Oikawa was just talking to talk or if he meant it.

"You know you'll have to do a lot more than just talk to get me to even somewhat trust you." Y/n said, Oikawa immediately nodding.

"Of course. But you'll have to do the same, I know how you treat most people." Y/n was hesitant, but slowly agreed to his terms. "Ok, cool. So, what should we do?" Oikawa asked.

"You can let me finish practicing since I only get to have the field for about another hour." His face was blank, no malice, no friendliness. "I'll see you tomorrow." He turned and went back towards the goal.

Oikawa was a bit surprised, he thought that since they'd cleared things up that maybe he'd want to go to a convenience store and get something to eat, or at least chat. He wasn't expecting to essentially be shooed off the field. He tried not to be disappointed, after all, y/n had said he'd see him tomorrow, all wasn't lost.

Y/n could hardly keep it together when he'd seen Oikawa on the sidelines during his practice. When they'd spoken earlier, he had actually gotten a bit upset at Oikawa toying with him, sure he was used to dishing it out but it wasn't usually out of pure spite like that. He'd cleared things up when they'd talked, but it was hard to believe that Oikawa actually wanted to be something like friends with y/n. He couldn't think of any real similarities between them, sure they were captains and both adored by people at their school but that was all he could think of.

Of course, there was the fact that Oikawa was, to his right, a very attractive person. One of the only in the school that y/n had actually been so intrigued by, it lead to him acting slightly more genuine towards the volleyball captain. Usually, y/n went with the 'they can't hurt you if they don't actually know you' kind of stance, since everyone already thought of him one way. If he just stuck to it and Oikawa turned out to be nothing more than a piece of shit, it wouldn't affect y/n as much as if he'd been genuine with him.

He finished up his practice, mulling over his thoughts while he worked. Eventually, he packed things up and went home where he ate a meal and passed out, exhausted form the day's events.

The following morning, y/n was quick to get to school, feeling slightly anxious about seeing Oikawa again. He'd arrived just before classes were going to start, so he quickly made his way up the stairs to his classroom. He glanced into what he knew was Oikawa's as he passed, barely making eye contact with him before he disappeared into his own. The time passed much too slowly for y/n to handle, but eventually lunch came and he quickly left his classroom hoping to beat Oikawa to the cafeteria.

As he was heading down the stairs though, he heard his name called from a voice not far behind him. He turned to see Oikawa waving at him, and waited so he could catch up.

"Should we eat together? Maybe not with my team though, they don't like you that much..." Y/n cracked a smile, Oikawa nervously laughing.

"Sure, I'll follow you." He said, his voice unwavering, the anxiety he felt managing to stay hidden. Oikawa smiled and led the way, they got their food and Oikawa took him outside where there was a bench that resided under a large tree.

"This is the spot I always go to when I want to eat in peace, isn't it nice?" Y/n nodded, with the slight breeze and the sunshine, it was beautiful. He wasn't ever super talkative, especially when he didn't know people very well, so he just let Oikawa talk on and on about volleyball. A few times, Oikawa would ask him a question but his answers were always short and to the point, Oikawa always reverting back to volleyball.

Hearing him talk about the sport he loved so much was actually quite peaceful to y/n, he felt the same way about soccer. It was nice to know that there was at least one other person who was as committed to their sport as he was. Things went on like this for nearly twenty minutes before Oikawa realized that he'd been talking the entire time.

"It's definitely your turn to say something, you've finished your food and I've hardly touched mine." Oikawa scolded. Y/n laughed at the pout on his face, though with the sunlight highlighting his features, it was hard for y/n to keep his eyes off him.

"It's no wonder you have such a fan club." Y/n said suddenly. Oikawa was a bit thrown off by the slight compliment, though the confusion he felt showed on his face. "You really are quite a pretty boy, you know." His internal nervous system couldn't believe the things he was saying out loud.

Oikawa's face was immediately a darker shade at y/n's words. It was just then that y/n realized Oikawa might actually feel slightly differently towards y/n than he had originally thought. Sure blushing at flirty stuff was normal, but Oikawa was supposedly the king of flirting amongst his fans and even his friends. He wouldn't get so worked up over a small compliment unless there was something... deeper.

"You're not really a 'heartbreaker' or a 'playboy' are you?" Oikawa asked, trying to change the subject.

Y/n shook his head. "Not really. I just don't like all the attention I get for how I look, so I play a little game to get everybody to back off. But since I don't go out of my way to get to know other people, assumptions about me just run rampant." Oikawa's expression changed, he seemed more relaxed now that he knew that y/n wasn't what everyone thought he was.

"Why don't you try to make more friends, get a new narrative about you going around?" Oikawa asked him, though y/n had a difficult time coming up with a real answer. He thought maybe he was just lazy, and it was only high school, he didn't care all that much. In truth though, it was likely because he didn't want people to know who he really was; it was easier to get hurt if people knew who you were.

"Guess I just don't trust anybody. Something like that anyway." He looked up to the sky, watching the leaves of the tree they sat under wave in the small breeze, clouds ever slowly making their way across the blue.

Suddenly, he felt Oikawa's hand on his jaw, carefully turning his head so it was facing the other's. Y/n was confused at the action, but when he saw Oikawa studying him so intently, he realized what was going to happen next. Oikawa's face approached his own, and y/n soon felt Oikawa's lips brush against his, gentle but determined in their path. Y/n leaned into the kiss, bringing one of his hands to the back of Oikawa's head, bringing the volleyball captain as close to him as he could. The kiss didn't last for as long as y/n longed for it to, as Oikawa pulled away from him he held his gaze. As Oikawa leaned back to where he had been sitting, y/n's hand fell from his head returning to his lap.

"I shouldn't have done that out of nowhere, sorry." Oikawa muttered, blush dusting his features like it had earlier. His gaze had dropped from y/n's, and he was starting to get up as if to leave.

"I'm not sorry." Y/n said, hoping to keep the brunette for just a few more moments. "I don't regret it." Oikawa looked surprised, which y/n didn't understand, he had kissed him back hadn't he? Why was he acting like y/n would be upset?

"What do you mean?" Oikawa asked, y/n standing so that they'd be eye level. "What do you mean you're not sorry?" Was he scared? Is that what y/n heard in his voice?

Instead of saying anything, y/n grabbed the collar of Oikawa's shirt and pulled him into another kiss. Oikawa melted into his touch, whatever tension or anxiety he had been feeling when he had first kissed y/n disappearing. When y/n pulled his lips from Oikawa's, he brought the other into a tight embrace, Oikawa's head resting on y/n's shoulder.

"I guess you're the first person I trust, Oikawa." Y/n mumbled, one of his hands in Oikawa's hair, playing with the small knots his fingers found.

"Tōru." The other said, "Call me Tōru if you're going to kiss me like that." Y/n lightly chuckled,

"Whatever you want, Tōru."

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minarixx · 1 month

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𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 ✯ 𝐓.𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

“𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.”

PAIRING. Oikawa Tooru x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst

Secret flings but what happens when someone wants more

WC. 1.7k

A/N. Literally came back just to write about my sneaky link right now. Listened to August and cried because everything relates too hard, and we met in August. When he breaks my heart I'm gonna come back with mad angsty one shots.

Had to do a remake cause the other was atrocious.

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

The night swirled with energy, a symphony of laughter and music filling the air. Y/N stood amidst the pulsating crowd, her gaze drawn to one figure in particular—Oikawa. He moved with effortless grace, the center of attention wherever he went. The charismatic figure around whom the energy of the gathering seemed to revolve.

She had heard about him before, seen him from afar in the hallways of their school, and watched his volleyball games where his presence commanded attention like a magnet pulling in metal. Tonight, however, was the first time they had exchanged more than passing glances.

Their eyes met, and a spark ignited between them. Y/N's heart raced as Oikawa made his way over, his smile like a beacon in the dimly lit room.

"Hey there," he greeted, his voice smooth and inviting.

"Hi," Y/N replied, her cheeks flushing at his attention.

They fell into conversation easily, the rest of the party fading into the background as they shared stories and laughed together. It felt like they had known each other for years, their connection instant and undeniable.

But as the night wore on, their words flowed more freely, the connection between them deepening with each shared laugh and whispered confession. By the time the early hours of morning approached, Y/N found herself drawn to him in a way she couldn't quite explain.

As the last guests began to filter out and the house grew quieter, Oikawa turned to her with a smile that seemed to hold a promise. "Do you want to go somewhere else?" he asked, his voice low and inviting.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. But the pull of Oikawa's charm was too strong to resist, and she nodded in agreement.

They found themselves outside, the night air cool against their skin as they walked together, the silence between them filled with an unspoken tension. It was as if the world around them had faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own private universe.

When they finally reached a secluded spot, Oikawa turned to her, his eyes searching hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Without a word, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that ignited a fire within her.

In that moment, all doubts vanished, replaced by a hunger she couldn't deny. They stumbled into each other's arms, the passion between them burning brighter with each touch, each whispered endearment.

But as the sun rose on a new day, reality intruded upon their moment of bliss. Y/N watched as Oikawa's expression shifted, his features clouding with uncertainty.

"We should keep this between us," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "It's better that way, don't you think?"

But beneath the surface, Y/N felt the weight of their secret bearing down on her. She longed for something more, something real, but she was too afraid to voice her desires, too afraid of losing what little she had with Oikawa.

Y/N nodded, her heart sinking with a heaviness she couldn't shake. She knew what he meant - they were just two people caught up in the heat of the moment, nothing more.

And yet, despite the ache in her chest, she couldn't bring herself to walk away. So they agreed to keep their encounters a secret, their friendship blossoming even as their relationship remained hidden from the world.

Their hangouts were filled with laughter and excitement, each moment tinged with the thrill of forbidden desire. Whether they were exploring hidden gems in the city, sharing late-night snacks at a deserted diner, or simply losing themselves in each other's company, Y/N couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them.

But as the night waned and she returned home alone, the guilt crept in like a shadow, casting a pall over the euphoria of their time together. She couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that lingered in the wake of their passionate encounters, a nagging doubt that whispered to her in the darkness.

Why did she give herself like that so easily? She felt like a slut.

"Why do you keep coming back?" Oikawa asked one night, his brow furrowed with confusion as they lay entwined beneath the stars.

Y/N hesitated, her mind racing with a thousand unspoken truths. "I don't know," she murmured softly, her voice barely audible above the rustle of leaves in the breeze.

But in reality, she knew the answer all too well. She craved the warmth of his touch, the sound of his laughter echoing in her ears. She longed to be wanted, to feel desired in a way that transcended the confines of secrecy and shame.

And yet, she couldn't bring herself to voice the depths of her longing, to lay bare the vulnerability that lay hidden beneath her carefully constructed facade. So instead, she remained silent, her heart heavy with the weight of unsaid words, aching for a love she feared she would never find.

But as the weeks turned into months, Y/N found herself yearning for more. She watched as Oikawa flirted with other girls, his laughter ringing out across crowded rooms, and felt a pang of jealousy that she couldn't suppress.

One night, as they lay tangled together in the darkness, Y/N couldn't hold back any longer. "Do you ever think about us?" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Oikawa was silent for a moment, his fingers tracing patterns against her skin. "I'm glad we're not anything serious," he finally said, his tone casual. "I've seen too many relationships crash and burn. We're better off just chilling, don't you think?"

The words hit Y/N like a punch to the gut, leaving her reeling with a pain she couldn't articulate. She forced a smile, nodding in agreement even as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

"It's nice to just chill, you know?" he said casually, his words like a knife to her heart.

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat, her heart sinking at his words. She forced a smile, nodding in agreement, but inside, she was crumbling.

The weight of her emotions grew heavier with each passing day, until it felt like she was drowning in a sea of unspoken truths.

"I just don't understand why you keep putting yourself through this," one of them said, her voice tinged with frustration.

Y/N sighed, her shoulders slumping as she struggled to find the words to explain. "I know it's not ideal, but there's something between us, something I can't quite let go of."

"But he's treating you like nothing serious," another friend interjected, her tone harsh. "You deserve so much better than being someone's dirty little secret."

But Y/N couldn't find the words to explain the ache in her heart, the fear of rejection that held her back. She winced at the words, knowing deep down that they were true. But the thought of walking away from Oikawa, from the connection they shared, was too painful to bear.

"I just wish you could see yourself the way we see you," her friend continued, her voice softening. "You're worth so much more than this."

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat as she stared down at her hands, the weight of their words pressing down on her like a lead weight. She knew they were right, knew that she deserved better than what Oikawa was offering.

Her friends exchanged exasperated looks, their patience wearing thin. "You're being stupid," another friend chimed in. "You need to get out of this mess before it destroys you completely."

But for Y/N, leaving wasn't so simple. Despite the pain, despite the heartache, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was still something worth fighting for. As much as she wanted to walk away. She would rather have this connection with him than risk losing him.

It was August, the summer break was coming to an end.As they lay together beneath a blanket of stars, that Y/N finally found the courage to speak her truth.

"I can't do this anymore," she cried, her voice raw with pain. "I can't be someone's secret."

Oikawa was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable in the dim light. And then, with a sigh, he nodded in resignation. "I knew this would happen," he said, his voice heavy with regret.

The words sharp and cutting as they circled each other like predators in a hunt. Y/N could feel the tension crackling in the air, a palpable force that threatened to consume them both.

"Why do you keep coming back if it makes you so unhappy?" Oikawa demanded, his voice tinged with frustration.

Y/N's heart clenched at the accusation, her defenses crumbling under the weight of his words. "I don't know," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I can't help it."

But even as she spoke the words, she knew they were a lie. She could help it - she just didn't want to. She craved the fleeting moments of joy, the stolen glances and whispered confessions that made her feel alive in a way she had never known before.

And yet, beneath the surface, a storm raged within her, tearing at the seams of her carefully constructed facade. She was tired of hiding, tired of pretending that their relationship was something it wasn't. She wanted more

As the tears welled in her eyes, Y/N knew that she couldn't keep up the charade any longer. She had to be honest - with him, with herself - even if it meant risking everything she had ever known.

"Feelings and emotions got caught in the way. I'm sorry."he said quietly, his voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

With those words, their fragile bond shattered like glass. And in that moment, Y/N realized that she had never truly been alone - that he had always known the truth, even when she couldn't bring herself to say the words out loud. But now, as she stood on the precipice of her own liberation, she knew that she could no longer hide behind the facade of their secret love.

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lunamochii · 30 days

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you and me, forever.

oikawa x f!reader

cw; angst if you squint, a lil'bit of smut.

'' you both decided to end things but is that really what your heart wants? ,,

It's been a year now ever since you graduated highschool, your life in college is full of ups and down and for sure there'll be more. Your boyfriend, Oikawa, is also preparing to go overseas.

You guys have talk about it, your relationship, how will you go on without seeing each other. It was a hard discussion for you both. Although you came up with a idea, an idea that he didn't like at first but you explained it to him. That if you both continue this, it'll only be a hindrance. For him and you.

"The sun is setting. We should get going now."

He squeeze your hand and you saw how sad his expression is, you don't like seeing him like this.

"It'll be fine, Tooru."

You caress his face and he leans in to your touch, his flight is tomorrow and you both decided to go on one last date before he go, before the both of you break up at the end of the day. The decision was brought up by you and the both of you agreed.

The walk to your house is short, you wish that it went longer. You can feel the hesitant on his facade, the way he held your hand tighter. You can feel your chest tightening and how your tears are threatening to burst.

"This is it. It's goodbye now..."

Oikawa hug you and he felt his heart shatter, his happy that you are supporting him but sad at the same time because he knows that this will be the last time, for now, that he gets to touch you like this

"Take care."

He kiss your forehead and turn around to start walking towards the direction of his own home.

You clench your fist, hard. If you chase him now it'll be hard for you both. But.. but how can you let it end like this? You're hurting, his hurting. Must it really end this way?

"Tooru!"

You ran towards him and engulf him into a hug, you bury your face on his back as you cried.

"I can't do this! Please stay- Don't leave me!"

Oikawa felt his breath hitch and all the rational thinking he have stored all went down to the drain as he quickly spun around and hug you. His face hidden on the crook of your neck, he can feel your cold tears.

"Damn it baby! Now, I don't wanna let go."

"Then don't. Tooru... please.."

Your parents aren't home so the moment the door of your own house close, he got you pin on the door. His kisses are rough and full of greed.

"Would ya look at that- you're very wet down here. Were you thinking of doing this while we were on a date today, sweetheart?"

"Yes- All I wanted to feel is your touch against my body, Tooru."

He grins happily and continue to prod his fingers inside you, the jacket that he was wearing was long gone and is now lying on the cold wooden floor of your home. He hike your dress up, pulling your panty along the way as he knelt down.

You can't deny that he really does look good wearing glasses, he looks even more good kneeling down, glasses push up a bit as he lap on your juices. He put one of you legs over his shoulders and presses his face more. He wants to get drown and drunk, he wants you scent all over him.

Oikawa wants to mark you as his.

"Cu- cumming! Tooru!"

"Cum on my face. Fuck- that's it sweetheart. Ohh shit~"

You grab on his hair as your hips starts to move, grinding on his face as he let out incoherent moans, your juices gushing out as he suck and lap all of it. When he deem that your pussy is clean, he move away and you could see stains on his glasses.

"It's dirty now.."

"I don't care. C'mere..."

He stood up and pulled you in for another kiss, you could taste the bitter taste of your juice but that didn't matter. Both of you pulled away and Oikawa can't get enough on how cute and sexy you look right now, he carried you in bridal style and went upstairs towards your room.

Once inside, he made sure to lock your room before setting himself above you, his hand craddling your face. You smile softly and cling your arms on the back of his neck.

"I love you, Tooru."

"I love you more, sweetheart."

The night was spent with your bodies tangled to each other. Sweat and tears were mix and voices that were muffled by the kisses that you both shared

Oikawa stayed true to himself and manage to mark as you his on that night. The both of you will never be apart.

- 6 years later -

"Papa!"

Oikawa immediately excuse himself to his teammates the moment he heard that cute little voice of his son.

"Baby!"

The little boy let out a squeal when his father manage to catch him on his arms, Oikawa showering his little boy kisses on his cheeks.

"Tooru, you'll get him sticky from your sweat!"

You finally manage to catch up with your son who seems not to run out of energy.

The Argentiva vs Japan was held today and ofcourse you have to be there. It was fun watching because not only did you get to enjoy watching the game, it was also fun seeing your old schoolmates and friends play with your son.

"My sweetheart.."

Oikawa move to your side and kiss you on the lips, it was quick but full of love. Both of you smile at each other before it was ruin by the bubbly voice of your son.

"Uncle Iwa!!"

You spun around and saw Iwaizumi approaching together with the players of Japan.

"Sho-chan!"

Iwaizumi played a great part during your pregnancy, it was weeks after you found out that your pregnant with Oikawa's baby. You pulled all your cards just to stop him on booking a flight for him to come home, Iwaizumi was there to support you throughout your pregnancy together with the other people.

You also gotten close to Hinata since he accompanied Oikawa on coming home when it was time for you to give birth, Hinata shared that during their flight. Oikawa was jittery and couldn't calm down.

Even though you both agreed to end the relationship, it didn't. You both decided to let your life threads in whatever direction. He promise to be there for you, he never failed to make you feel the distance that separates the both of you.

Oikawa love you through and through, so are you.

"Sweetheart?"

You heard Oikawa called and you notice the other men smiling and some of them are even getting their phones out, you turn around and saw him kneeling at one knee and his hands stretch out. His holding a white box and with the ring that you shared to him once when you were in your 6th month of pregnancy

"I know that it took me this far to propose but sweetheart..."

He pause and look at you directly on the eyes

"Are you willing to spend the rest of your lifetime with me?"

Even though the crowd around you were screaming and cheering, it seems to get block out by your overflowing emotions. You nod your head once, twice, three times, before your tears are racing down to your cheeks

"Yes- yes! Yes!"

Oikawa smiled brightly as he excitedly stood up and push the ring on your ring finger. He hug you very tight and even spin you around as he kiss your cheeks. When he put you down, he kiss you once more on the lips before screaming in happiness

"Congrats Oikawa!"

"Congratsulations Oikawa-san!"

Iwaizumi teared up a bit then he notice his longtime bestfriend looking at him, Oikawa holding his fist in the air. That made Iwaizumi laugh and hold his own

"You finally did it, shittykawa."

"All thanks to you, Iwa-chan."

Iwaizumi went to you both and lightly smack the shoulder of your fiancé, he then turn to you and you pulled him in for a hug. He smiles softly and pats you on the head

"Thank you, Hajime. Thank you for always being there."

"Oh c'mon! You are going to make me cry!"

You laugh before pulling him down by his collar and kiss him on the cheeks and this earn a loud groan from Oikawa

"Yay! I'm gonna have a little brother or sister now!"

Your head turn to your son who is being held by Atsumu who's giving you a sly smile.

"What are you whispering to my cute baby now, Miya?"

"Nothing~"

You shook your head and laugh, you kiss the cheeks of your son before carrying him. The Japan team excuse themselves but before they could leave, Oikawa put his arms on your waist, as he swiftly kiss the cheeks of your son before calling the opposing team

"I'll beat you again. This time, I'll win."

The determination on his eyes and his pride ooze out and you love him for it. You will never regret your decision on spending your life with him.

Because you get to see Tooru bloom and shine brighter.

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