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noosayog · 6 months
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[... and yet, it's you] - ft. oikawa toru
summary: there's a chinese song with the lyrics 【咸魚白菜也好好味】 which translates to "eating even dried salted fish and bok choi is good." with the meaning that i'm happy with anything as long as it's with you.
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for @shibaraki's komorebi collab! thank you for letting me participate, Monty!
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1. Sharing a bathroom
The shower is already running when you finally drag yourself out of bed. Your vision is still bleary as you methodically brush your teeth, content to let your mind slowly clear out its sleepy fog to the sound of Oikawa humming in the shower.
You're at the toilet when Oikawa says, "why do you always do that?"
"Do what," you respond.
"Like… let out a little bit of pee before you pee the rest of it out."
You laugh a bit. "You're gonna think it's stupid."
"Just tell me," he says, seriously curious now.
"Once when I was really little, I dreamt that I was peeing in the bathroom but then realized I was still in bed when I woke up to myself wetting the bed."
The shower stops so you can hear Oikawa chuckling. "That wasn't what I was expecting."
"Well, I don't know what you expected but I'm not risking anything. I was traumatized."
"As someone who shares a bed with you, I'm grateful for that."
2. Movie Dates
When you pick up Oikawa's facetime call, you immediately greet him with a "I'm watching a movie and I'm getting to the good part. What do you want?"
He scrunches his nose at you, whining. "Rude!"
"Well?" you prompt. "What do you want?"
"Is it so bad that I missed you and wanted to talk to you?"
You roll your eyes, but affectionately. "I'm putting you on mute."
Oikawa throws out a half-hearted protest but he'll count it as a win that you didn't hang up completely. You mute your side of the line and prop your phone on the tea table facing you, continuing to watch your movie. Oikawa's perfectly content just watching your facial expressions through the small screen and obediently stays quiet.
He mutes his line. too, putting on reruns of an older match but periodically looks over to check in on you. And every time he does, he can't help the grin that stretches on his face as he watches your expressions change scene to scene. Eventually, he keeps his attention glued on your face through the screen, watching your light chuckles and your mouth moving when you exclaim in disbelief over something stupid a character did. By the end of the movie, you’re swiping tears from your eyes and you finally notice that your boyfriend has been watching you.
"Oh my god, Toru," you unmute to say. "That was such a good movie. We have to watch it together next time."
Oikawa's smile widens, eyes crinkling affectionately. "Anything you want, babe."
3. Out Shopping 
On a rare Sunday that Oikawa actually takes off, the two of you head to the nearest major shopping mall to pick up some kitchen items. Oikawa keeps a tight grip around your hands as you ooh and ahh at all the colorful things in the mall; one distracted moment and he would lose you in the sea of people.
As you wander to aisles, you pass by the televisions where a rerun of an Olympic volleyball match is playing. Oikawa instinctively slows down to pay attention, taking mental notes of things he should try at tomorrow's practice.
His attention is pulled away when he feels you trying to pry your fingers out of his fists, only able to pull at his hand when his grip tightens.
"Toru," you say, "let go. I want to go see the bowls over there."
"Okay, let's go then," he agrees, tearing his attention away from the screens.
"No," you say, continuing to tug at your joined hands. "You can keep watching. I'll go look myself."
"What? Why? Let's just go together," he offers, but you tug your hand free.
"It's fine," you say, already walking towards the display that has your attention.
"Hey!" he protests, trying to follow your figure that has already blended into the crowds. Even with his towering height, he does his best to follow after you, locking in on the colorful sweater you decided to wear today.
Despite Oikawa having a significant edge over you in the height department, your little legs carry you surprisingly fast as you weave through people moving in every direction. The distance between the two of you grows larger until you finally stop to admire the collection of pottery on the shelves. He hastily closes the distance before you take off again. 
"Geez, for someone so short," he punctuates this statement with a heavy hand on your head, leaning heavily on it to dramatically catch his breath, "you sure walk fast."
You swat his hands away and reach up to the top shelf for the set of bowls you like.
He easily grabs them for you and puts them into the basket that he was sure wasn't in your hands when you were still by the TVs. He plucks the basket out of your grip and continues to tease you.
"It's always the short ones that walk like today's the last day of their lives," he laughs.
"Shut up, Toru," you fix him with a scathing glare and he holds his hands up in surrender.
You scoff, but take hold of his hand again, leading him to the next display you want to take a look at. He smiles contentedly now that your hands are joined again. And that's all he really wanted. 
4. Bedtime Routine 
You’re in bed, all tucked in when Oikawa finally joins you. He quietly prepares for bed and gently gets under the covers so as not to wake you. His arms reach over, ready to pull you in for a good night kiss but he doesn’t get the chance because one of your hands pops out from under the duvet to smack him in the forehead. 
“Ow! Why?!” he sputters. 
You scowl at him. “How many times do I have to tell you to shut the door when you come in!” 
“Okay, okay,” he rubs his forehead but obeys. The door shuts. “Happy?” 
You grunt. 
He chuckles a bit, charmed at your grumpiness. 
He tries again to pull you in, but this time, your hand reaches out to pinch the nearest part of his body. That happens to be his left pec. 
“Ouch! What now?” 
“Did you open the windows?” 
Without complaint, he climbs out of bed again to open the window, allowing a gust of cold night air to swallow the room. He sees your legs wiggle a bit from under the duvet and smiles inwardly. 
For the third time, he climbs in bed but stays a good distance away in case he forgot any other part of your night ritual. 
You turn around to face him, duvet pulled above your nose so he can only see your eyes. 
“Why are you so far?” 
“Are you done hurting me?” 
You scoff. “As if you even felt any of it.” 
“My forehead is red!” he exclaims. 
“Fine, stay on that side then.” 
Oikawa can’t help but laugh, shifting over to you and wrapping you up in a hug so tight, you let out a squeal when he squeezes. He doesn’t want to let go, so he keeps his arms tight around your torso and turns to lay on his back, pulling you so that your entire body is splayed over his. 
“Toru, I’ll squash you!” 
He ignores you and just nuzzles gently into neck. You sigh and shift so that you’re chest to chest with him, your head falling to the side so that your noses don’t collide. You’ll never tell him that you like the windows open every night so that the room is cool enough for you to bask in his warmth without overheating. 
Oikawa sighs, smoothing his palm over your back. “Good night, baby.” 
You murmur it back. 
Oikawa thinks this is it. This is the life - just being able to do your silly nighttime routine with you. Your warmth lulls him to sleep and he’s almost there when he feels you prop up, palms pushing hard enough on his chest that it forces an exhale out of his lungs. 
“Did you get me a glass of water? You know I get thirsty in the middle of the night.” 
He sighs, but obliges all the same.
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teamatsumu · 5 months
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kinktober 2023 -> day 23
voyeurism - kageyama tobio x reader x oikawa tooru
word count: 1167
warnings: smut, fingering, swearing, slight humiliation
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Kageyama had known ever since Middle School that Oikawa was leagues above him in every sense.
He was a better volleyball player, and a better team player as well. He could work with people he didn’t like without letting it hinder the team play. He could set to anyone perfectly and make it seem effortless. His serves were miles above Kageyama’s in terms of power and control too. But none of that had ever upset Kageyama for too long. It was a motivator. Surpassing Oikawa had become his goal. And so he took Oikawa more as a teacher than as a rival.
Years later, it seemed Kageyama was still learning from his senpai, though now it was in fields other than volleyball.
“Pay attention, Tobio-chan.” Oikawa’s voice was as smooth and buttery as ever. “Don’t let your focus stray. I won’t help you over and over, y’know? My time is precious, after all.”
His words and tone were dismissive, but his actions stated otherwise. His posture was alert and present as he curled his torso over your back, one strong arm wrapped around your waist to hold you in place where you sat in his lap, caged by his legs, back to him. And his fingers were eager as they glided through the wetness between your legs, almost teasing as his fingertips tapped playfully at your clit, making you jump. Kageyama watched with interest at how you reacted to Oikawa’s touches, how any little brush on his hand would send your eyes rolling in your head or your mouth dropping open.
When Kageyama had mentioned over a regular dinner at your shared apartment that Oikawa would be coming over to show him how to properly have sex with you, you had choked on your bite and spent the next ten minutes wheezing and dry heaving over the sink while he patted your back, confused by how outrageous your reaction was. You had screamed at him in panic, asking him what the fuck was wrong with him, and had to sit him down and explain to him that this was not the way to improve your sex life.
“But Oikawa-san is better at it than me!” He had countered. “He always had a girlfriend in high school. And even now. He’s surrounded by girls-”
“Those are fangirls, Tobio!” You shrieked. “He’s not sleeping with all of them!”
“Regardless, I know he can help. He turned my life around with the advice he gave me in high school. I wouldn’t be the player I am without it.”
It had taken some convincing, and a few days of thinking on your part, but you had finally agreed after asking him a million times if he was sure he was okay with this. Kageyama was adamant he was, and he still stood by it. Watching this here, now, a small thrill ran down his torso and settled as a knot in his lower stomach. Made his dick twitch.
You whined when Oikawa put just the tip of his middle finger into your hole, swirling it a bit teasingly before pulling out again. Your legs were shaking with the effort of keeping them open, making sure Kageyama got a good view of what was happening between them. It was an order Oikawa had given you at the very start (‘Don’t you let those legs close, Y/N-chan. How can Tobio-chan learn when he can’t see what he’s supposed to be doing?’), and Kageyama marveled at the fact that you had yet to disobey him, no matter how hard it may seem for you to comply. You had submitted to Oikawa, in a way you had never submitted to him.
Kageyama didn’t take offense to it. As with volleyball, he shouldered responsibility for your reactions. If you were reacting this way to his senior but not him, he was obviously doing something wrong. And here he was, seated before you, watching your naked figure lean back on Oikawa, covered in a thin layer of sweat, eyes glistening with unshed tears as Oikawa teased you relentlessly, playing your body as if it were a string instrument. Kageyama licked his lips as he watched your juice wet his senpai’s fingers, wetter than he had ever seen you.
Your legs twitched and tensed when Oikawa finally slid a finger into your heat, a relieved sigh escaping you, hips pushing down on his hand insistently. Kageyama’s sharp eyes tracked every movement, comparing it to how you were with him, noting every difference and feeling amazed by the results.
“Oikawa-san,” you breathed, your tone pleading. “Please, more.”
You sounded so greedy. Kageyama’s dick gave a painful throb.
Oikawa hummed as if in thought. He had a sharp little smirk playing on his face, eyes moving from your heaving chest up to meet Kageyama’s, making him sit up a bit.
“What do you think, Tobio-chan? Should I give her more?”
Kageyama gulped. “Yes?”
Oikawa tutted. “Wrong answer.”
You let out a little sob at his words, one hand reaching to circle around Oikawa’s wrist. Oikawa made a warning sound.
“Hands off, princess. You know the rules.”
Your hands immediately shot away, twisting in the bedsheets under you instead. Your breaths were heavy, broken moans leaving your lips as Oikawa’s one finger worked inside you. Kageyama watched on with intrigue. One finger and you were already a mess. It usually took Kageyama much more. You had also obeyed Oikawa with little to no resistance when he had told you to keep your hands off him.
So much information. So much he could work with in the future.
Oikawa was watching him with sharp eyes, smirking as if he knew exactly what had clicked inside Kageyama. His arm around your waist tightened.
“It seems our little genius has made a mental breakthrough, Y/N-chan.” He drawled. “Which means you get to have a reward.”
You gasped when Oikawa sank another finger into your cunt and immediately started pumping them into you at a fast pace. Your back arched, legs separating more as if inviting him further in, eyes screwing shut as you cried through it. Kageyama watched with wide eyes, not blinking, not wanting to miss even a single thing. His breath seemed to be suspended in his throat, his mouth dry, dick so hard and throbbing it nearly made him black out, and when you screamed through your orgasm, gushing over his senpai’s fingers and shaking in his tight hold, Kageyama felt like one single touch on his own cock would make him cum on the spot too.
Your legs trembled and shook as you slumped back on Oikawa’s body, sighing in bliss as he cooed over you, careful hands running over your bare inner thighs as if to calm you down. Oikawa held up one finger, grinning over to where Kageyama sat, looking so wrecked it looked like he was the one doing all the work.
“That was lesson one. Let’s move on to the next one, shall we?”
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mavrintarou · 1 year
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[4:38 PM] Oikawa Toru [1]
I know someone asked for my old Oikawa work - I need to find them first lol and for sure edit them. But here's my first Oikawa story on my new account, enjoy!
Warning: None (yet); slight angst about Oikawa's situation and what he did in the past to Y/n;
Second part
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Oikawa Toru was exhausted. He has been exhausted for the past six months.
The baby nestled against his chest made it all worthwhile.
His son, Oikawa Toran Mateo.
The relocation from Argentina to Japan posed challenges for both father and son; now, it was simply a matter of settling in.  
Mateo was having difficulty at night, and Toru couldn’t understand what was wrong. Then, when bedtime arrived, Mateo would cry incessantly, eventually wearing himself out until he fell asleep, utterly exhausted.
Until a miracle happened on day three of their new life in Japan.
Toru didn’t make a single sound as he continued to rock Mateo against his chest, the baby was silent, but his eyes were slowly drooping close.
This was all due to their only neighbor next door, who either blasted deafening piano music to muffle his son’s cries or happened to have a piano positioned against the shared wall, providing them with a live concert.
Initially, he suspected it might be a recording. Still, whenever the piano ceased playing, Mateo would stir and start whimpering, prompting the piano to resume and soothing the baby to sleep.
That’s when Toru realized his neighbor was attentively listening.
He felt guilty that his son’s relentless crying would unknowingly disturb the neighbor next door. However, it never occurred to him that the sound could travel through walls.
Meanwhile, Toru found peace in listening; it was when he discerned the neighbor was playing their rendition of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”
Several minutes later, Mateo peacefully drifted into a deep slumber against his father’s chest, and Toru let out a profound sigh, gently swaying back and forth. In that moment, he made a firm resolution to express his gratitude to the neighbor whenever the opportunity came.
The tune continued and put Mateo to sleep and lulled Toru to sleep.
Just going to close my eyes briefly, he thought as he gently laid down on the bed and shifted his son in his arm.
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Three weeks later, Toru hasn’t gotten the opportunity to head next door to meet his neighbor.
Ever since that night, his neighbor would spend hours playing the piano every evening when Toru attempted to take Mateo to bed. But, remarkably, Mateo adored it. The melodic tunes would instantly soothe him, gradually lulling him into a peaceful slumber.
Whatever it was, it proved to be the sole remedy for his son.
However, one particular night, the absence of the piano’s melody left Mateo restless and irritable. In a desperate attempt to recreate the soothing effect, Toru resorted to playing classic piano pieces he hastily found on YouTube, but they failed to satisfy Mateo’s needs.
Growing frustrated and feeling helpless, Toru was on the brink of allowing his son to cry himself to sleep when a gentle miracle, the soft piano notes began resonating through the walls. Instantly, Mateo’s cries subsided, and Toru lay awake, basking in the comforting melody.
Toru is convinced his neighbor is a gift from God.
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His mother would stop by every day to help with his son while Toru organized transferring his items from Argentina to Japan.
“Can you stay with Teo while I pick up dinner, mom?”
She hummed, shooing him away.
Toru is grateful to his mother for her unwavering love for his son, despite her initial disappointment upon learning about this accidental pregnancy with his ex-girlfriend from Argentina.
Although his relationship with his ex-girlfriend was long gone and relegated to the past, every day served as a reminder that it was just him and his son, which was more than enough.
The elevator chimes rang out, and within moments, the door slid open, unveiling a petite woman who leaned against the wall, her eyes closed. Immersed in her own world, she appeared lost in the music flowing through the electronic devices plugged into her ears.
She took a step forward without opening her eyes, and it wasn’t the second step when they opened, and she stopped, startled by another person waiting outside the elevator.
Toru found himself somewhat amused, assuming the woman hadn’t noticed his presence until the very last moment. However, as he took a closer look, his eyebrow raised in curiosity, and suddenly, his eyes widened in recognition, realizing who she was.  
“Y/n?” He smiled brightly, “are you – are you my neighbor?”
There were only two units on the 25th floor; if he occupied one, she must be the other occupant.
Now…
It all made sense.
A few nights ago, he talked to Mateo as they enjoyed their nightly routine of waiting for their nice neighbor.
“Any second now,” Toru coos at Mateo, who is excited and waiting.
As the keys of the piano resonated with the melody, Toru yearned for a way to create a window connecting to their units, allowing the enchanting piano sounds to flow more clearly between them.
And so they can greet their neighbor.
Nonetheless, it was still clear enough.
Mateo flapped his chubby arms excitedly and began blowing bubbles. Toru smiles at his son lovingly until his ears finally listen to the piece played tonight, which differs from the other nights.
The smile on his face faded, and his attention sharpened as he focused his ears intently. The familiarity of the piece struck a cord within him. He had heard it before and knew it well.
Y/n…
That was it!
That was Y/n’s piece she always played for him when he would study at her house!
He never got the chance to ask her for the name.
How long has it been since he last seen her?
Over ten years?
The sweet girl who stutter all her life.
The sweet girl was often self-conscience about speaking, going silent to avoid being teased. Finally, however, she discovered her voice in a different form, expressing herself eloquently through the keys of her piano.
The sweet girl who was expected to become a future pianist.
The sweet girl would play the piano for him so he could focus and study.
The sweet girl who had a crush on him during Aoba Josei’s days.
The sweet girl whom he took advantage of to get his grades up so he could graduate on time.
The sweet girl he took a bet on to see if he could make her fall for him.
His last memory of her was saying he was sorry for being caught.
And she only smiled and walked away.
“To… Toru?” She stuttered; eyes still filled with shock.
Toru gives her a soft smile, “hey, yeah, it’s me…”
The door began to close when they both reached out to stop it from closing. Y/n quickly hops out of the elevator.
“You’re… you live there?” she pointed to his door, “you… you have a ba – baby?”
“I… yes, I live there, and I do… it’s just my son, and I thought…” he wasn’t sure why he had to explain himself, but he did anyway. “Are you… living by yourself there?”
She nodded, taking off her earbuds. “I – I should get… going… it is ni – nice to see yo – you again.”
Toru stopped her, grabbing her elbow but quickly releasing his grip when he realized his action. “Sorry, I… I’m happy to run into you again. I’m really thankful for you…” he searched her eyes, “my son, Mateo, and I are thankful to you every night for playing for us – “
“I don’t play for you.” She said clearly, and Toru flinched at her tone. She spoke so clearly that he was shocked.
“Ah,” he rubbed the back of his head, “we are still grateful… it helps my son sleep….” He smiled, “I should get going; it is nice running into you.”
Y/n nodded again, giving him a small smile before disappearing into her unit.
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Ever since uncovering the identity of his neighbor, Toru couldn’t shake off the lingering ache in his heart.
Following their most recent encounter, Toru had expected his neighbor to refrain from playing the piano. However, to his surprise, she continued playing beautiful melodies.
He was an asshole years ago and was genuinely sorry for hurting her.
He wanted to atone for what he did to her and make it right.
He wanted to see her again.
And he did.
She was waiting for the elevator first when Toru and Mateo returned home from a walk. She didn’t notice them until Mateo began to fuss in the stroller, and she looked over, and her eyes met Toru’s before they shifted to Mateo.
“Hey.” Toru greeted, picking Mateo up from his stroller, which immediately calmed down when he was in his father’s arms. “This is Mateo.”
He could see her expression soften as she hesitated but stepped forward to look at the baby closer. “Hi… Mateo.”
It only took one interaction and one look for the baby to be smitten. Mateo squirmed and smiled brightly, burying his face into his father’s chest as if he was shy all of a sudden. He lifted his head as soon as Y/n stepped back and just blinked.
“How old is he?” She asked quietly.
Toru shifts his grip on his son, “he’s six months turning seven months next week.”
Y/n nodded, keeping her eyes on the baby. “He – he is very cute, looks just like you.”
“Thanks, Y/n.”
The door to the elevator opened, and she gestured for Toru to go in first.
The elevator ride was silent, with Mateo constantly staring in Y/n direction while suckling his pacifier.
“Thank you.” Toru uttered out of the blue, “for playing every night…”
Y/n doesn’t respond but smiles at Mateo, reaching to wiggle her fingers at the baby.
Mateo grabs her fingers in a tight death grip and then leans toward her as if he wants her to hold him. Unfortunately, Y/n had no choice as he leaned over suddenly, and she plucked him from his father’s arm.
“Uh, I guess he likes – “
The elevator abruptly stopped, causing Y/n and Mateo to stumble, but Toru caught them both. His arms wrapped securely around him as he regained their balance. The lights turned off briefly before the dim emergency lights turned on.
Mateo spat out his pacifier and began to whimper.
“Oh! It’s okay; it’s okay.” Y/n cooed, gently rocking the baby. She looked at Toru, who was looking at his phone and dialing for help.
A voice over the intercom immediately announced, “we deeply apologize – the construction next door has caused a power outage within the vicinity. We are working diligently to restore power and immediately send assistance your way.”
Toru and Y/n locked eyes, their silence speaking volumes as they exchanged a shared sigh.
Toru knelt and began to fumble with the basket attached to the stroller.
“What are you looking for?” Y/n asked.
He stopped to look up at her, “just checking to see how much formula Mateo has left; not sure how long we’ll be stuck in the elevator.”
Speaking of the baby, Y/n looked down and discovered the baby was fast asleep against her chest. She wraps his blanket around him before shifting him into her arms.
“You’re really… good with kids…” Toru remembers when Y/n would play with his nephew Takeru when she would come over to help him study. Takeru found liking in Y/n and would ask about her whereabouts whenever he saw his uncle. “Do… you want me to take him? I can put him back in the stroller?”
Y/n shook her head, “not if we don’t know how secure this elevator is; it’s best to hold him for now.” She carefully shifted, passing the slumbering baby back into his father’s waiting arms. Almost instantly, as if sensing the change, Mateo started to wiggle and emit soft whimpers.
As Toru struggled to console his son, the situation seemed to escalate. Finally, Y/n extended a gentle hand, reaching over to tenderly retrieve the baby while soothingly cooing and whispering sweet words. Mateo’s distress dissipated almost instantly, and he surrendered again to sleep. His tiny, chubby hand tightly clenched onto Y/n’s shirt, finding solace in her presence.
Toru believed he knew his son, having been there for him since birth. Yet, it became evident that Y/n, a stranger to his son, possessed a unique ability to provide peace and comfort that surpassed Toru’s efforts.
It wasn’t jealousy he felt but warmth.
. . .
E/n: nothing edited (as always). This might be another roller coaster...
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xfgpng · 1 year
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𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 —
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— : [ nsfw ] toxic oikawa, manipulative, unprotected sex, slight angst
— : wc : 542
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he’s not good for you. you can tell by the way he touches you, whispering sweet nothings as he kisses your jaw. he’s bad news, you know because you’ve seen the gun in his glove box.
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his lips are so soft, whether they’re against your own, kissing down your body or when he wraps them around your clit, fingers deep enough to make you see stars. he knows your body better than you do and it’s enough to make you want him that much more.
you’re sure you’re not supposed to know about his work life, he avoids the conversations but talking about you and when he shows up to your apartment, hair slightly messy and the front of his shirt open, you know he’s been at work again.
your friends don’t like him. they tell you that you can do better, that you deserve better and you know they’re right but don’t feel the same with anyone else the way you feel about him and you’re certain he’ll get rid of any other man in your life if you took up their offers to set you up on dates.
the problem is that he makes you feel good, way too good to focus on anything other than him filling you up. he fucks you like it’ll be the last time he ever touches you and when you cum, he caresses your face, placing soft and gentle kisses on your lips, so different to how rough he pounds into you.
“you feel good, don’t you baby?” he whispers
“please” you whine, back arching as you slowly come down from another high. your brain feels fuzzy, legs shaking from how intense it was.
“i know baby, i know” he groans, still holding you down as he chases his own high, your pussy way too good to stop even if he knows you’re overstimulated, “you can take it”
you can. you always do and when he cums inside you, you beg for more. you’re playing a dangerous game but you can’t let him go.
“you look so beautiful like this baby” he smirks, “no thoughts in that pretty little head of yours huh?”
he flips you onto your stomach, sliding back inside easily and you can’t even respond to anything he’s saying.
“you love me, don’t you baby?” he chuckles, slapping your ass when you push back against him.
“yeah” you moan, eyes crossing when he wraps a hand around your throat to life you up on your knees
“say it” he grunts, “tell me how much”
it’s wrong. the way he gets you to say whatever he wants when he’s inside you like this. he knows you’re vulnerable and your walls are down.
“i love you” you cry out, “so much”
“yeah?” he chuckles, “i love you too baby”
your body quivers, your orgasm knocking the breath out of you as he stills his hips, filling you up again.
he’ll disappear for a few days again. no calls, texts or anything before he shows up at your door with flowers and another apology. you think him being with someone else would be easier to stomach than whatever he’s really doing.
you’re so far gone for this man that you don’t even realise it.
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sunfish-studies · 1 year
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Small Talk
✄・・・ Crisp Leaves [Aoba Johsai Manager Series]
➜ Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Manager! Reader
➜ Warning: none
➜ Notes: Manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall, around 170.5 cm.
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↷ SUMMARY ↶
Yes, they were wondering about your almost nonexistent love live.
“Hey, [Nickname]-chan, I’ve been thinking about this really hard,” Oikawa drawled after swallowing his favorite milk bread, cheek resting on top of the desk.
“Knowing Oikawa is thinking hard, must be something stupid,” Hanamaki commented.
“Why did you say that so casually!?” sure enough, the slander managed to revive the captain from his slump–shooting out from his seat almost instantly.
Currently, it was lunch and the third years were hanging out at Iwaizumi and your class–pushing your desks together and pulled up a few chairs to accommodate five people at the same time. While you packed your own lunch and Oikawa brought his milk bread, the rest was taking a short journey to the cafeteria for food.
“I couldn’t help but agree,” Matsukawa added, hurting the boy’s pride even further.
“[Nickname]-chan!” of course, the best way for him to be out of this misery is to call out for your help.
“What is it?” you decided to indulge him this time because the captain seemed to be invested in this certain topic each minute passed.
Oikawa pointed at you before moving to gesture Hanamaki, Matsukawa, and Iwaizumi along with him including. “You are surrounded by boys.”
Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you answered nonetheless. “…I can see that.”
“A lot of boys for more than three years!”
“Well, I am the manager of the boys’ volley club if you forget.”
“What are you on about?” Iwaizumi deadpanned, not liking how this certain topic stretched out–the ‘ridiculous alarm’ in the back of his head was ringing, signaling that indeed this conversation went from least normal to weird in an alarming rate.
“Don’t you see, Iwa-chan!?” Oikawa gasped dramatically, pointing towards you in earnest. “[Nickname]-chan is surrounded by boys for more than three years! You bound to like some at some point! Why have I never heard about this!? I thought I’m your best friend!”
There’s a pregnant silence before Hanamaki broke it by remarking, “You really are a moron.”
Oikawa pressed a hand upon his chest, faking as if an arrow just stabbed through his heart–not believing this sort of betrayal. “I’m hurt Makki!”
“But he does have a point,” Matsukawa, with his saving grace, decided to take this into his account for once. He looked at you for a moment and hummed. “I mean, everyone has been through that phase somehow. Wanna share?”
“Thank you for making my point valid!” Oikawa harrumphed in triumph, which earned him a disgusted gaze from Iwaizumi.
You sighed in resignation, finally getting into conclusion. “To put it simple, you want to know about my nonexistent love life?”
“I’ve seen you getting confessed to by a senior so it’s not really nonexistent.” Hanamaki commented, pulling up a lazy smirk as he rested his chin on his palm–successfully dragged out another resigned sigh. And how did he even know that was beyond you.
“Well, what do you want to know?”
“Did you have a crush on someone during middle school!?” Oikawa exclaimed–the ruckus he caused managed to gather pairs of curious eyes diverting their gaze towards their table, and received a heartful smack on the back of his head courtesy of Iwaizumi.
“I did.” Your quick answer without a hint of hesitation made the four taken aback–definitely not expecting it. They were more ready with lots of stutter, reluctancy to reply, and flaming red engulfing your face as you confessed to them–the usual routine if someone ever dug other’s deepest secret.
“That was fast,” Matsukawa remarked, shoulders eased up a little. True, even though you’re practically under the spotlight of sudden interrogation you didn’t feel the need to be nervous or flustered–which kind of intimidated them a bit. Contrast to it, they were actually the ones who were tense with whatever answer you had in store–maybe this is what you called an anticipation.
They would declare themselves a hypocrite if not once they thought of you as someone who’s not attractive–considering you were getting attentions from others especially during official matches. They’re the opposite gender so of course they took it to their mind at some moment.
“So, who is it?” Hanamaki asked, rising a brow.
“Tooru.”
“…Please tell me you’re joking.” If short-circuiting is capable to happen in one’s brain, then Iwaizumi had that undoubtedly. You? Had a crush on Oikawa during middle school? At this moment, snowing in tropical regions would likely be more possible than your statement. Even Hanamaki and Matsukawa found themselves rendered speechless by your revelation.
“Sadly not,” all of his hope was crushed in an instant. You then directed a bored stare towards the said mentioned person. “To be honest, I’m questioning myself too. Do my taste really stooped that low?”
“Y-You’re mean, [Nickname]-chan!” Oikawa protested. “But it’s nice knowing my charms works on you!”
“Thank goodness you’ve opened your eyes for the truth, [First Name],” Matsukawa sighed in relief, incurring another series of protests from the brunette and a satisfied firm nod from Hanamaki.
“I’m assuming you’re not currently?” the pink-haired boy added which earned him a nod.
“I’m over it, it’s an old story after all,” You took a short second for swallowing before continuing, smiling playfully. “Knowing he’s vowed his unending loyalty to volleyball, I know when to back off.”
“You are a good person,” Hanamaki hummed in understanding. It’s difficult to recover from heartbreak or backing down from a certain feelings, you managed to do that for Oikawa earn another respect point from him. You thought of the brunette thoroughly unlike the girls he’s been with, you respect and fully support him instead of telling him to tone down his ambitions for aiming higher in volleyball.
“That, I can agree.” Unexpectedly, it came from the mentioned captain. His playfulness vanished as he moved to rested his chin on top of the desk. There’s solemn reflected on his eyes which you couldn’t quite decipher; was it guilt?
“If you’re thinking on apologizing then don’t,” Stating firmly, you placed your chopsticks down to emphasized. Because there’s nothing for him to apologize. Not with things which wasn’t in his control to begin with. “I can’t choose to who to like, and it’s my own decision anyway. If I felt hurt, it’s on me. You’re not responsible for any of it, Tooru. Besides, either it’s romantic or not, I still love you.”
People would take it as cringe worthy or too dramatic in modern era such as currently. However, that’s how feelings worked; sometimes extremely hard to put into words, sometimes it didn’t even need to be vocalized. Your words held honesty–no matter what, you cared for Tooru, Hajime, and the others immensely.
“[Nickname]-channn!!” As usual, there’s fake waterworks involved as soon as Oikawa successfully comprehended. As usual, he bolted from his seat to threw himself on you. Though, you keep it to yourself when you took a notice on how his hug was firmer than the usual playful ones.
Then there were more hands joining in; one settled on your head, one resting on your shoulder, and a little finger intertwined itself with yours. It was quite a sight to see, but you couldn’t care less.
You love your boys.
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namis-wifey · 2 years
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bf!Oikawa who looks like he isn't listening but he is,he is listening to every single detail you are listing about the game you just found and about your new favorite character.
bf!Oikawa whose team knows when you go to one of their games because he is lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat of his forehead more than usual.
bf!Oikawa whose nephew is tired of hearing your name but it's always happy when you come over.
bf!Oikawa who tried to balance your relationship with his passion but always thinks he's failing at both.
bf!Oikawa who need help to organize his schedule and a lot of reassurance that you love him but either way you will tell him if he ever acts like an idiot towards you.
bf!Oikawa who waits for you to have lunch together and arranges bento boxes for you so you can switch with him. "It's a cute couple thing to do" he says,and he is right.
bf!Oikawa who gets teased to no end for liking you so much but will suck it up if it made you laugh a little. Because it's true,both of you are smitten with each other.
bf!Oikawa whose worst fear is losing everything he has worked for so he clings to you emotionally, your presence always lingering on his mind even when he is doing the most mundane things.
bf!Oikawa whose heart breaks when something bad happens to you and wishes it was him suffering instead.
bf!Oikawa who loves you to no end and will go out of his way to make you happy.
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blueparadis · 2 years
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▏tastes like honey ▏o.tooru ▏
CWs — female anatomy, she/her pronouns, established relationship, angst & fluff | nipple play, lactation kink, implied breeding kink, soft smut.
precis — oikawa misses his beloved’s touch after coming from mrs.iwa's babyshower.
notes — part of sizzling sextember + sintember. ft envy hosted by my beloved RØME0 ( @romiyaro ) Please check other author's works :>
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It was such a silly mistake to come here without you. The room is filled with people and their joyous chirping makes him so irritated that just gave in to the thought of calling you. His relationship with you is not full of roses and bursts of sunshines like others, especially Iwaizumi.
“Hey, listen! You don’t have to wait for me today. Just have dinner without me…”
“Okay. I’m still at the office so, maybe we could have dinner at some restaurant.”
“Nahh! I won’t be able to make it.”.
As soon as Oikawa ended the call bubbles of regret rippled in his pool of thoughts. That’s not what he wanted to tell. He wanted to tell you how much he missed you during this baby shower, where his desert friend, Iwaizumi, and his wife were standing side by side accepting gifts from guests. The smile that plastered on his friend’s face was different, full of pride.
It has been more than a year since he got married and it is a wonder to Oikawa how he managed to be a dad so easily. It’s not the sex, it’s the responsibility to raise a child which is why he never thought of having a kid. But with that baby bump, a flower crown on her head while she wore a creamy ivory gown sure made him think how you would look in that form. With his baby in you and breasts full of milk.
He finished the drink in one gulp and left the ceremony immediately. Oikawa talked to you about this already, about not having a baby till he was financially ready. He lied since he thought it would be better not to tell you that he is never planning to have one since he thinks he is not capable of being a father. Hence, envy crawled into his heart when he saw his dearest friend bestowed with fatherhood. Can he have that too? Would you listen to him if he changed his mind? Wouldn’t you be a little suspicious?
You did not press him since it was a sensitive matter to you as well. What if there are problems? Problems that could shut out the possibility of having a baby. You did not want to know that, you were not prepared either.
The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella was far more soothing than the chit-chat of the baby shower ceremony. Oikawa was standing outside your office holding an umbrella in one hand and packed food in the other. What was he thinking?
“Tooru, you are here”, you squealed in excitement as you crossed the road standing beside him. He immediately took you under the umbrella. It is a rare occasion that he is waiting for you outside your office and indeed surprising when he has a packet of foods.
“I was …uh…”, he scratches his head bashfully. Of course, that fool did not prepare anything to say at all. “Bored at the ceremony without me?”, you supplied gaining a grin from him before he quipped, “Well sorta”
You searched your tote bag for your phone to call a cab. Oikawa who was watching you carefully with thoughts that would not stop even if he tried to push them away, thoughts like having his cock buried deep inside you. He kissed your cheek lightly gaining your stern gaze full of utter surprise.
“Let’s walk”, he just doesn’t want to be like this. He thought the more he would delay reaching home, the easier it would be to get rid of those sinful thoughts. He hated how he is contracting himself just because of jealousy. It’s so impulsive, almost like a teen boy in love.
But it did not go as planned as soon as you opened the door, the moment the sound of latchkey faded his lips were crashing on yours with waves of lust and desperation. “Tooru, what’re you…” He was cautious enough to keep the food on the table but threw the umbrella somewhere else as he placed you on the couch.
Oikawa was already nipping your neckline. “I missed you, ya know.” you try to decipher his thoughts with that shaky set of words he just breathed out. You let out a trail of laughs watching him undress in haste. His cock sprung free hard at your display.
“Think, you can take me in ?”, he drawled out grazing your folds with two sets of fingers. You were soaking wet yet not enough to have his hefty cock inside you but he can work on that. He inclined to go for your neckline, chest, and your cleavage. Every time he kissed you, his cock was nudging your entrance, challenging your patience.
Arching a little you guided his cock along your pussy. His lips curved in delight. He just loves how you are hungry for him even though you have been married long enough, and had a fair part of dating to get bored.
“Want me in already?”, he remarks pushing forth his cock full up to the base until he feels his balls hitting your ass cheeks. You gasped at a sudden jolt but it immediately faded away when he started to suck your perked nipples.
Soft moans and feeble pants escaped your lips. Eyes closed in waves of pleasure. You opened your eyes for a moment but he was sucking like a starved man with his eyes closed, humming and moaning tasting your skin.
You winced as he bit the flesh around your nipples. “You’re sucking so hard. toru’ It hurts.”
He pulls out scanning your coy features as you murmur, “It’s not like you can taste …”, you failed to finish your sentence since the thought of ruining this moment by talking about something that is just a mirage.
“Maybe we can change that.”, the moment those words escaped his mouth he winced since being inside you while sucking your nipples was enough to make his cock-tip limp with pre-cum.
You conjectured that he was not going to pull out any sooner when his lips started to suck your breasts again and this time he was holding your hands to not have you squirming underneath him.
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miya-rin · 1 year
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you wanted this
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he swerved you.
he actually just swerved you.
and that little laugh he let out afterwards pissed you off more than the fact that your boyfriend just swerved you.
“oh i bet you think you’re sooo funny don’t you?” you say, fists clenched ready to beat the hell out of anything you can get to fast enough, in this case, its him.
“a little,” he retorts, a shit eating grin spreading across his stupidly handsome face. your eye slightly twitches which doesn’t go unnoticed by him, seeing he tries to play his little stunt off all smoothly, realising you were actually waiting for a kiss. “oh baby i’m sorry, come here.” he says as he places his thumb on your cheek bone, caressing it softly, while his fingers rest under your jaw. leaning in slowly as his apology. only to be met with your turning face.
you just swerved him.
you actually just swerved him.
“babe!” he almost yells, the colour draining from his face at the thought that he just fucked up badly enough for you to reject his kiss. “im sorry i didnt mean it, kiss me please.”
“im busy.” turning your body away from him so he can just see your back, he takes the opportunity to run his hands up and down your sides. putting his head in the crook of your neck and placing feather light kisses in your most sensitive spot, what he would normally be met with was the sounds of your laughter filling the room. but there is silence. oh he really fucked this up.
“baby im sorry.” he babbles into your neck, moving away from you to try and turn you around, but when that doesn’t work he returns to his toddler instincts. tantrums.
“pretty please y/n, i said im sorry, just kiss me and ill stop!”
“don’t raise your voice at me, you wanted this.” you pick up your phone and put your headphones in trying to block out the sounds coming from your 26 year old boyfriends mouth. oh but that doesn’t stop him.
“YN!!!!! LOVE ME!!!” he shouts loud enough to be heard over whatever is playing on your phone.
“sorry what was that?” you tease, dramatically turning your phone’s volume up, “i can’t quite hear you.” and with those words his face drops. he sighs in defeat and starts to walk out the room. but it’s not over yet.
as you start to turn away from him once more he charges at you and jumps with so much force you both fall onto the floor. while your guard is down he takes the opportunity to place your arms above your head and pin them there with one of his hands. his legs are places over your thighs as he knows there is no way you can escape like that.
he has you right where he wants you.
he starts to place slobbery kisses all over your face like a dog, and you know he’s only doing it like that to annoy you because of the fact he starts giggling. your big strong boyfriend is giggling like a little girl. and thats when you can’t keep up your cold act anymore.
“HAHAHAHA, GET OFF OF ME YOU LITTLE-“ your sentence is cut short as he places one last wet kiss on your lips, and pulls away with the largest smile you have ever seen on him, the corners of his eyes start to wrinkle and in that moment he just looks so handsome.
although, you cant let him know he’s won yet, so you decide to start writhing under his strong grip, even though you both know that you’re no match for him.
“oh don’t start struggling now baby, you wanted this.”
ATSUMU, suna, OIKAWA, hanamaki, matsukawa, yahaba, KUROO, bokuto, konoha, sugawara, futakuchi
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aftersamu · 1 year
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it was no secret that oikawa has never been lucky in love.
despite all his efforts, he's always found himself in or with independent, complicated, and elusive relationships.
there have been times in the past where tōru's been highly identified with his career and interests, and vice versa. stuck with the emotionally unavailable types, where neither one of them try to understand each other.
relationships where issues regarding intimacy and criticism are presented, causing defensiveness and feelings of inferiority.
it always felt that he was destined to be alone.
that is... until you came along. 
how you never left him out in the rain, or never pressured him to go back inside away from the rain either.
the way you embraced his optimism and natural enthusiasm, how you liked his lack of inhibition and unconventional way of life. even when he'd struggle, when he feels restless and stuck in moments of hopelessness – you always stuck around.
not to mention that you are always there to cheer him on and encourage his work, going on and on about what an inspiration he can be if he continues to harness his talent with discipline and hard work. never doubting him while giving him the freedom to follow his whims.
oikawa didn't know the reason as to why you decided to stick around, and he's been looking for all the answers but never got one.
whenever he'd ask you why you were with him, he never got an answer that would compensate for the response he'd come up with in his mind.
of course, all of the insecurities vanished when you had told him, laying in bed, playing with his hair when you spoke those simple words that he almost never heard in a relationship.
"i'm with you tōru, because i love you."
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hoejosatoru · 1 year
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Oikawa is a brat. You swore up and down you weren't into him and told him just as much. You were constantly trading nasty comments with each other. Yet here you are in his bed. Yeah, he's never letting you live that down.
Oikawa is not going to make this easy for you. "How long have you been dreaming about my cock, hmm?" He's got his hands between your thighs, stroking your pussy over your underwear. It's feels good, but not nearly the relief you need. He's smirking at the wet patch that's quickly forming on the fabric. "You're soaked for someone who's supposed to hate me."
Naturally, Oikawa is gonna make you beg. He wants to hear you tell him how bad you want him. Nothing Oikawa loves more than being right and having his ego stroked. "Please Oikawa, I want you so bad." He's getting so much pleasure from how pained it sounds from you. He wishes he could record this moment: you flushed against him, one of his hand squeezing your tit the other rubbing your clit through your underwear.
Oikawa makes you beg until he's had his full. He doesn't think you deserve his cock just yet, but he'll allow you his fingers. He has to hold himself back from moaning when he finally feels your wetness on his fingers. He can't let you know how long he's been dreaming about you stuffed with his fingers. Well, he's got you right where he wants you no sense in denying himself now.
Oikawa can you finger like literally not other man can. His fingers are long, strong, and dexterous, stroking the exact spot inside you that makes your pussy clench. He plays with your clit, loving how you desperately grind yourself into his hand. Your pussy is so slick and tight around his fingers. He knows you're close and speeds up his ministrations with ease.
Oikawa can't hold back a moan when he feels you cum around his fingers. Just when he thinks it's over, he feels you squirt, your release dripping down his hand. His dick is throbbing because, fuck, it was so hot and now he has another thing to hold over you now. He is never, ever letting this go.
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noosayog · 1 year
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[Exactly Where You Wanted Me] in which Oikawa asks you to be his fake girlfriend and isn't expecting to be swept off his feet
wc: 2.3k
warnings/content: she/her!reader, minimal angst, mostly fluff, love triangle-ish (as I had forewarned), pining
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It’s a Friday morning, when Iwaizumi, accompanied by a very excited looking Oikawa, pulls you aside before homeroom starts. 
Suspicious, you think. But if Iwa-chan is on board, it can’t be too bad. 
After lots of flowery words and floundering from Oikawa, Iwaizumi explains that Oikawa wants you to pretend to date him to deter his fangirls from crowding practice afterschool in less than two sentences. He uses an additional sentence to say it’s stupid but probably effective. 
You’ve been friends with Iwa-chan since your first years in high school and you generally think Oikawa is amusing, so you agree.
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There’s not much to fake dating that’s different from real dating. You spend time together and there’s no way Oikawa’s heart stood a chance against getting this much alone time with you. He’s enjoyed being able to hang out with both you and Iwa-chan together before, but now, as your fake boyfriend, he’s allowed to indulge in all of your attention. He likes that. 
So in the spirit of playing the role of a good fake boyfriend mixed with some selfish intentions, he asks - begs - you to come to cheer him on at a friendly practice match between Seijoh and Shiratorizawa, because that’s what people who are dating do. You agree. 
On the day of the match, there you are, dressed in his spare turquoise blue jersey. He doesn’t realize he’s grinning like a maniac until Iwa-chan smacks him upside the head to tell him to start warming up. 
He’s still having trouble focusing when he notices you making your way down to the court. Instead of going straight to him, though, he watches you make your way to the Shiratorizawa side of the court. He’s about to stop you, out of concern that straight-arrow Ushiwaka would reprimand you for interrupting warm-ups, but to his surprise (horror), Ushijima meets you in the middle and starts chatting with you. 
Okay, what’s going on here? Is Ushiwaka… trying to flirt with you? 
Rationally, he knows it’s unlikely. Chronically, Oikawa is an overreactor and overthinker. 
So he storms up to you and wraps his arms around your waist to pull you away from the enemy captain. He hides your entire frame behind his and puffs his chest up, arms crossed defensively. 
“Ushijima,” he greets with false bravado. “Do you need something with my girlfriend?” 
“Oikawa,” Ushijima says in his calm voice, and nothing else. 
Nothing else? Okay, he was used to carrying the conversation with this brick wall of a man anyway. “Ready to lose today?”
Ushijima’s head cocks to the side, “Who, me?” 
Oikawa’s eyes twitch. “Do you see anyone else here? There’s no way I’d lose with my girlfriend cheering me on.” 
Ushijima’s eyebrows raise. “Girlfriend?” he questions, looking at you. 
“Yes,” Oikawa asserts. He doesn’t like the look Ushijima is giving you. Like he knows something, knows you. 
“Wakatoshi,” you start. 
First name basis? 
Oikawa’s uncomprehending but there’s no time for explanations because Coach Washijo is calling Ushijima and Iwaizumi is calling him. You give both him and Ushijima a little wave and say nothing else as you return to the stands. 
Seijoh wins with Ushiwaka sitting out for 2 of the 3 sets played. You had cheered for him as promised. After the match, his teammates give him a hard smack in the back, Iwa-chan adding a glare and warning to stay focused regardless of official or practice match next time.
As you’ve been doing every evening since you started fake dating, you wait for Oikawa outside of the gym to walk home together. However, unlike any other day, Oikawa does not wound his arm around your shoulder nor does he clasp his hands in yours. He puts a respectable 2-feet distance between the two of you. Adrenaline from the game subsiding, thoughts of you and Ushijima surface again. 
“Oikawa?” you peer at him. “What’s wrong?” 
“What is your relationship with Ushiwaka?” he asks, trying to sound nonchalant. “You call him by his first name.” So much for that. 
“Wakatoshi is a friend I grew up with. My parents are friends with his.” You’re casual, as if there is nothing more to the story. 
“And he always lets you interrupt his warm ups to talk to him?” his voice heavy with implication. 
Your quick replies come to a halt. The pause is heavy and awkward, but this time, when you respond, you meet his eyes evenly. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 
Oikawa shrinks at your narrowed eyes. “Nothing,” he mumbles. He doesn’t know if he wants to hear the answer anyway. “Thanks for coming today,” he says quietly. “I’ll see you on Monday then.” 
You allow him to lean in and give you your usual peck that comes with any goodbye with Oikawa, today on the cheek. “Bye, Oikawa.” 
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On Monday, he updates Iwaizumi with all the details. Predictably, Iwa-chan slaps the back of his head. 
“Oww! Why did you do that?” 
“Why does who she’s friends with matter to you?” Iwaizumi starts walking away but pauses to crane his head back to level Oikawa with a stare. “That wasn’t a rhetorical question. Figure it out yourself, idiot.” 
Oikawa’s left rubbing the back of his head.
--
Mattsun and Makki are next. 
“Well, just think about it,” Makki says. 
“Why does it bother you so much that Ushiwaka is involved with her?” Mattsun finishes. 
“Well, she’s my-”
“Fake girlfriend.” Mattsun interrupts. 
“Fake.” Makki echoes. 
“Fake.” Mattsun nods. 
--
Oikawa reminisces about the first time you called him Toru. It had been the first time the two of you had walked home together after you had started fake dating and Oikawa had thought that you would start calling him Toru all the time.
You didn’t. Even though you call Ushijima by his first name. 
Contrary to Iwa-chan’s constant labeling, Oikawa isn’t an idiot. He knows that this jealousy and greed for more of you – your time, your attention, your affection – all point to one thing. He is self-diagnosing lovesickness. He has a crush on you. 
Logical next steps would be for Oikawa to take full advantage of all the alone time he gets to spend with you as your fake boyfriend, sweep you off your feet, seduce you, the works. Not that he hasn’t already been doing that. 
Luckily, as your fake boyfriend, a big perk is that it’s literally in Oikawa’s job description to scare potential suitors away. Not that it was hard with how popular and good-looking he is, if he does say so himself. 
However, tricking your childhood friend proved more difficult than he had hoped. In fact, it seemed the two of you didn’t have to, because the next time he sees you and Ushijima, somehow your childhood friend seems to already know. 
It’s later that night when Oikawa decides he wants to go on a late night convenience store run for some ice cream with you. You had responded, jokingly, “Fake boyfriends don’t ask me out on dates.” 
“Who said it was a date?” 
You laughed and agreed. 
So he meets you at your front door, dreaming of skipping to the store, swinging hands with you, and looking forward to an ice-cream induced sugar rush. Those dreams are quickly dashed when your front door swings open with a guilty looking you. 
“I’m sorry, Oikawa,” you start but before you can elaborate, your front door opens again to reveal Ushijima. You turn your head back and nod lightly in Ushijima’s direction, as if that explains the situation. 
“Oikawa,” Ushijima greets, his usual stoic mask unchanging. 
Oikawa turns his cheek at him and ignores the greeting. He leans in conspiratorially with a hand over his palm and whispers obnoxiously, “what’s he doing here?” 
You slap his hand away and turn to Ushijima. “Wakatoshi, I don’t need a chaperone. You can just go home.” 
“Your parents asked me to accompany you to the store if you wanted to go.” 
“Oikawa can take me.” 
“Your parents asked me,” he says simply.
You apologize to Oikawa for Ushijima’s bullheadedness, and he knows you intend to assuage him, but all he can think about is why on earth are you apologizing for Ushijima? But all he does is nod and make towards the convenience store. When you fall into step with him, he does not skip with you and swing your hands. He also doesn't think he's going to be feeling any sort of sugar rush anymore, mood soured. 
Oikawa can’t help but drop a comment as the three of you are walking home. “Kind of insensitive of you to be third-wheeling a date, don’t you think?” 
Ushijima’s eyes flip over to you. “I didn’t realize you needed to be on the job during the weekends too.” 
Oikawa’s smile drops. On the job? He turns around to face you, watching your face carefully as you flash Ushijima a sheepish smile, eyes flickering between the two captains. 
“Don’t call it a job, Wakatoshi.” 
Oikawa’s stomach twists when he hears you call him by his first name again. 
Ushijima ignores your comment and turns to Oikawa. “I’ll walk her home. You can go home.” 
You shake your head at him. “No, Wakatoshi. Oikawa will walk me home. I’ll see you later.” 
Surprisingly, Ushijima concedes and listens to you. “Bye, Wakatoshi,” you say. 
The two of you watch Ushijima’s back recede further and further and don’t say anything even when he’s long gone. You start walking in the direction of your home, but Oikawa takes hold of your wrist. 
“You told him?” 
“Who? Told what?” 
Oikawa levels you with a hard look that you’re not used to. 
“No!” you deny. You’re avoiding eye contact.
“Then how does he know?” He can’t help the accusatory tone slipping into his voice. He’s scared that if he isn’t on the offensive, he’ll let the hurt slip out. 
“Well, I… You know I’m a bad liar! He just… found out!” 
You wait, maybe for Oikawa to laugh it off and tell you it’s okay as he normally would, but he doesn’t. 
“It’ll be okay,” you explain. “Wakatoshi doesn’t go to our school and even if he does, he would never talk about other people's problems.” 
There’s a lot Oikawa wants to ask. Like why you’re vouching for him, why you call him Wakatoshi, when he’s just “Oikawa.” But instead, he just nods robotically and you seem relieved that he doesn’t seem mad. When you arrive at your front door, Oikawa stuffs his hands in his pockets and waits for you to go. You don’t, but he doesn’t know what to say. Maybe he’s the only one feeling this thick tension and awkwardness in the silence. He opts for a quick goodbye but before he can walk off, you grab his arm and yank him back. 
“Oikawa,” you say. 
“What? You might as well have pulled my whole arm off! I need my arms, you know,” he jokes.
“Toru.” Your eyes are steady looking at him. “What’s wrong?” 
Oikawa’s smile drops and he breaks eye contact first. He can only look at the floor while he thinks about what he can say. 
“You don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, but I’m your friend right? We may not be really dating, but I still want to be there for you if you’re having a hard time.” 
Silence. 
“Is it Wakatoshi? I know you don’t like him but-” 
“Do you?”
You blink. “Do I what?” 
“Do you like him?” 
“No!” you exclaim, taken aback. “Where did that come from?” 
“You call him by his first name.” 
“Well, yes. We’ve known each other since we were children, though! There’s no special meaning.” 
Deep breath. 
“So when you call me by my first name, is there special meaning? We’re not childhood friends.” 
Your eyes widen like saucers and you’re the first to break eye contact, face to the floor. 
There’s a long pause and he feels stupid for even asking, for hoping. Oikawa sighs and takes a gaping step back, away from you. “Forget I said anything.” 
“What if it did,” you whisper. So quietly, Oikawa almost missed it. And he would’ve, if he isn’t in a constant state of hanging onto every word you say, every sign you give. 
You meet his eyes, and repeat, “what if it does?” 
Oikawa isn’t processing this information quick enough, but he can already feel his hopes welling up to fill his chest. He’s so scared that he might be misreading the situation, fitting meaning into your words. “When I say special meaning, it means special.” He says dumbly. He emphasizes the word special, in hopes that you would understand the entire slew of suppressed feelings in that one word. 
“I do understand,” you say simply. 
It was a feeling akin to when it was simultaneously his service point and match point. The simplicity in which you delivered your meaning left no choice but to flood his chest with hope. He doesn’t even realize that he has a massive smile plastered on until you’re mirroring his expression. He waits no longer in stepping into your space, fingers intertwining with yours. He gives you your usual parting kiss, on the forehead, and lingers a few moments longer. 
“Good night, then, girlfriend.” Even if you can’t see his face because of how close he is to you, he makes sure you can feel the curve of his grin and every word whispered against your temple. 
He’s feeling good, satisfied, as he turns around to make his own way home (to squeal and roll around in glee in private), when you grab his arm once again. 
Shameless, he gloats, “still haven’t had enough? I’m happy to-” 
In true fashion, you humble him by pressing your lips against his, effectively shutting him up and wiping the smirk off his face. When you pull away, he chases your lips, eyes still closed. You giggle, give him one more gentle peck, and skip inside, leaving him there, red as a tomato.
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sunkenma · 1 year
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9:30PM
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“isn’t it about time you gave your boyfriend some of your attention?” 
your rampant typing comes to a rolling halt, lifting your gaze away from your laptop screen and onto your aforementioned boyfriend. at the doorway of your home office stands oikawa, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and a pout pressed on his pretty face. 
“sorry babe,” you rub the back of your head apologetically, simultaneously taking the chance to stretch out your arms, “i gotta finish my resume before the deadline tonight.” 
oikawa saunters over to your desk, the ghost of a grumbling complaint haunting his lips. he takes root behind you, weaving his arms around your neck to envelop you in the familiar warmth of his woody cologne and comforting hugs. you let yourself lean into his touch, feeling the stress weighing on your shoulders dissipate within moments. as expected from simply being in your boyfriend’s arms. his chin takes rest on the top of your head, curious hazel eyes sinking into your screen to look over what you’ve been so focused on for the entire day. so much so that you neglected him.
neglected is a dramatic word to use, but your boyfriend is one for theatrics.
“damn, i always forget how accomplished you are,” he whistles. “maybe i’m the lucky one to have such an amazing partner.” 
a whisper of bashful heat tickles the curve of your cheeks as you pinch his arm, as if that would be enough to stop the embodiment of cheekiness himself. he laughs in response, kissing the top of your head before continuing to engross himself in your resume.
“looks good,” he nods approvingly, shifting his position to lean closer to your screen. “but you’re forgetting one important job you’ve had for a while.” 
“wait, what? where?” 
your eyebrows furrow, eyes darting over the document to narrow down the detail that you had overlooked. perhaps in the flurrying midst of your stress and rapid typing, you had missed something. but you’re sure you included everything — all of your requirements and qualifications. 
shit, what were you missing?
“you forgot to put oikawa’s lover on your resume, duh.” 
…are you kidding me? 
you feel every thread of self-control in your body grow taut as you desperately hold back the urge to smack him and that stupidly handsome grin on his face. 
“shut the fuck up,” you grumble loudly, leaning back against the backrest of your chair as you feel your soul swim back to you. though, you can’t conceal the equally stupid and amused smile that sits on your lips.
“stop distracting me. the longer you stay here, the longer i have to work on this,” you say.
you roll your head up to look at him, eyes painted with a mischievous tint, enough to erase the shit-eating grin he’s still wearing, “and the longer you go without cuddles.” 
and you swear you’ve never seen oikawa move so quickly, not even when he's playing volleyball. 
THE NEXT DAY, as oikawa floats around the kitchen to clean up after breakfast, he catches sight of your resume haphazardly strewn on the edge of the kitchen counter.
“oh shit, did they forget this?” he wonders, wiping his hands on the hand towel before reaching over to the file neatly tucked into a clear folder. you were long gone by now, having left earlier than usual to get to a job interview.
but being the good boyfriend that he is, he still attempts to call you, to ask if you need him to drop the file off. as the buzz of the call continues to ring, he takes a peek through your resume once more. despite already perusing most of its contents the night before, he still feels the urge to reread it.
what can he say? you’re amazing and he’s incredibly proud of you. not to mention he’s madly in love with you. he’d never stop running after your shy self to remind you of that.
after three raspy rings of the call, the beep of your voicemail prods him to leave a message, “hey, you left your resume on the kitche—” 
his voice dulls into a silence, eyebrows crooking up as he reads the first job you had outlined on your resume. or rather, a copy of your resume that he quickly realizes was intentionally left behind for him to see. 
oikawa’s lover, from now until forever, the resume reads. 
a soft smile curls against his lips as he chuckles, still on the line with your voicemail. perhaps he doesn’t have to run for you after all.
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mavrintarou · 1 year
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[4:38 PM] Oikawa Toru [2]
A little long but I don't think you guys would complain.
Warning: none; just a backstory and flashback between Y/n and Toru; daddy Toru trying his best
First part Third part
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Y/n woke up hearing faint crying.
Rubbing her eyes, she sat up, more alert.
Tiredly, she got up and headed out of her bedroom and into her living room, where she could hear a baby’s cries more clearly.
With a sense of familiarity, she unthinkingly lifted the lid to her grand piano, settling on the bench. Her fingers found their place on the keys, effortlessly flowing and allowing the music to emanate from her soul.
Once the melody reverberated throughout her living room, drowning out the baby’s cries, she couldn’t help but hope that it reached out and comforted the little soul on the other side of the wall.
When she returned from her European vacation a couple of nights ago, she initially questioned her senses, believing she was hallucinating when she first heard the faint cries. Following that, she found herself unsure whether the lingering effects of jetlag or the side effects of the sleep medicine she had taken played tricks on her perception.
She navigated her place with the curiosity and determination of Sherlock Holmes. As she drew nearer to the living room wall shared with the neighboring unit, the cries grew increasingly discernible.
Did someone move in while she was away?
She heard a voice mumbling and, like a fool, pressed her ear to the wall to listen.
“..Teo… please, what is wrong? Please go to sleep….”
The baby cries only continued.
Fully awake and aware that she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep under these circumstances, Y/n let out a sigh and made her way to the grand piano. Allowing her fingers to dance across the keys gracefully, she played a tune, hoping it either drowned out the baby’s cries or exhausted herself enough to find some rest again.
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Y/n’s heart pounded loudly against her chest and into her ears as the music blasting through her earbuds was now blocked out by her heartbeat and the ringing.
“To… Toru…” she stuttered.
She stuttered.
She stuttered.
She hasn’t stuttered in years.
Stuttering Y/n.
Her nickname is from school.
Oikawa Toru was standing before her.
Her first love.
Like the first time he spoke to her, her heartbeat raced, and her stomach fluttered.
Her mind was still processing that he lived next door to her. The realization lingered in her thoughts, creating a mix of curiosity and intrigue as she contemplated the proximity and potential connection with her neighbor.
“You’re… you live there?” she pointed to his door, “you… you have a ba – baby?”
She despised how her speech suddenly became plagued with stuttering. The unexpected encounter with the person she loved seemed to have stripped her ability to control her words, leaving her frustrated and self-conscience.
Her heart dropped at the mention of his son. “I… yes, I live there, and I do… it’s just my son, and I thought…”
Just them two only?
“… I’m thankful for you…” he searched her eyes, “my son, Mateo, and I are thankful to you every night for playing for us – “
The baby she was playing the piano for was none other than Oikawa Toru’s son.
“I don’t play for you.” In that moment of emotional turmoil, she snapped and immediately felt guilt wash over her.
That night she lay in bed questioning why he had reappeared in her life again.
After years of healing, moving on, and reminding herself that she deserved someone who would love her unconditionally, including her inherent flaws, she had worked to find self-acceptance. These flaws were not of her choosing but rather intrinsic to her being.
However, on that particular night, when she heard the faint cries again, an inexplicable force within her propelled her forward. Without realizing it, she found herself at her piano, her fingers effortlessly gliding across the keys in a seamless melody dance.
Y/n concluded the fourth piece for the night, holding her breath in anticipation as she strained her ears to listen. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she realized it had become quiet on the other side, a sigh that her music had managed to bring tranquility to the restless soul next door.
. .
[Aoba Josei High School]
Y/n sat quietly at her desk, reviewing, and annotating her notes, when a shadow loomed over her; slowly, her pen stopped moving, and she looked up.
Oikawa Toru, 3rd-year student and captain of the boys’ volleyball team.
“Hi, Y/L/n.”
Y/n nodded her head, a silent hello. Many students knew Y/n rarely spoke unless she had to because of her severe stuttering.
Toru drops down and rests his arms on her desk and chin on them, “can I borrow all your notes?”
Looking down at her color-coordinated notes, she sighs, “… o – okay.”
Toru just looked at her with gleaming eyes, and Y/n raised a brow at him.
“Your voice is cute.” Then, he teased, “please let me know when you are done.” He stood up and patted her head, making Y/n shrink into her seat.
No one aside from her father has ever patted her head.
Toru walked away coolly back to his desk on the other side of the room.
Fixing her hair, she shook her head to rid his lingering touch.
Toru is popular amongst girls and boys; he has brought fame to Aoba Josei High School due to his talent in volleyball.
She quickly copied the notes onto a separate sheet of paper before neatly organizing it into a neat pile. Then, she walked over to Toru and set the stack of documents at the corner of his desk before walking away.
A hand grasped her wrist, stopping her from going any further. Looking over her shoulder, Toru looks at her with a soft expression, “thank you, Y/n.”
Her heart fluttered, and she bowed her head in a silent you’re welcome.
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Y/n and her only friend Naomi excitedly squealed over sharing their lunches in the vacant music room.
Naomi quickly opened the cabinet, pulled out the kitchen utensils they’d stored there secretly, and began to dump their food into the bowl.
“Bean sprouts, please?” Naomi asked with her hand out, and Y/n grabbed the small container of fermented bean sprouts to set in her hand. With aspirations of becoming a future physician, Naomi often found herself immersed in her imaginary operating room. As she grabbed two spatulas, she enthusiastically announced her next move, fully embracing the role of a skilled surgeon, “going in to mix the food now.”
Lost in their world, the two girls giggled away, completely unaware of the presence of another student who had just walked into the room.
“Can I join too?” Y/n and Naomi jumped, looking behind their shoulder to see Oikawa Toru behind them with a smile. “I can share mine too,” he holds up his lunch boxes.
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“We have a practice game against Karasuno High School tomorrow; you should come to watch,” Toru said coolly, spinning his volleyball on one finger. “Then we can walk home afterward.”
After their last period, he insisted she wait for him so they could walk home together. Y/n tried to play deaf to his request towards the end of the day, but Toru caught up to her quickly with his long legs. He expressed his hurt that she didn’t wait for him when he asked to walk home with her.
Y/n, who didn’t speak much, would always make eye contact before responding, whether with a head nod or shake.
“Aw, how come?” Toru inquired after she shook her head. “Have you seen any of our games before?”
Y/n shook her head, “n – no…”
“Well, you can watch me now; I promise you I am super good.”
I know you are the school’s star, Y/n thought to herself. It has been two weeks since Toru began talking to her, and she has been cautious with him. Unsure what he wanted from her.
He wanted to copy her notes; she would make copies so she wouldn’t have to interact with him to get her messages back.
He wanted to share his lunch with her and Naomi, and she allowed it, and at first, it was awkward, but Toru immediately changed that. He hit it off quickly with Naomi as they shared the same quirky personality.
He wanted to walk her home, and she allowed it since he lived in the same neighborhood, and she would pass his house anyways.
What exactly did Oikawa Toru want from her?
“Y/n.”
She looked up, startled at being lost in her thoughts.
“We have the world geography test coming up; I would appreciate your help.” The playful demeanor is replaced with a serious one. “I need to do well on this test if I want to continue to stay on the volleyball team, and you are our top student in the class. So please, please help me?”
Toru had grown accustomed to her silence when they were together, understanding that he needed to observe her physical response closely as she communicated with him.
She continued to keep her eyes on the ground as they approached their neighborhood.
He was about to lighten the mood and playfully beg her when she answered him in a quiet, hushed voice.
“… when… d – do… you – you… want… t – to… st – stud… study?”
Those were the most words she had ever spoken to him, making him speechless.
“Oh… um… I have practice tomorrow after school, but what days work for you? I can work around it?”
They stopped before his house, and Y/n turned to him, determination beaming from her. She opened her mouth, and he could see her inhale before she answered, “I… will… will co – come o – over on… the week - end.”
Toru’s lips curve, “cool. Can I have your number?”
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Y/n frantically combed her hair with her fingers and wiped the drool off the corner of her mouth as her doorbell woke her. She wasn’t expecting anyone, nor did her parents say anyone would stop by as they left to visit her grandparents out of town.
She checked her phone and got a text message from Toru saying he had guests and asked if he could come to her place instead.
That was twenty minutes ago.
She guessed that he must be at her door.
She had fallen asleep at her desk and looked chaotic.
“Hey,” Toru greeted, “you didn’t respond to me, so… did I wake you up from a nap?” He refrained from laughing but found her pouty lips adorable. She must be the type of girl that should not disturb while napping.
“… yes,” she muttered quietly before turning her heels, leaving the door open for him to follow.
She led him into the living room and gestured for him to sit at the coffee table. “We… we can – stu -stud-y… here.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Toru saluted and dropped his bag on the ground.
“I will… be right… ba – back.” She left him alone and returned with her materials, snacks, and beverages.
They compared their notes, and Y/n pointed out many errors in his notes.
He watched her correct his notes with her colorful pens, filling in the correct answers.
Schoolwork was a struggle for him; he only cared to do enough to pass, so most of his focus and energy was poured into volleyball. But, unfortunately, volleyball itself wasn’t enough to help him graduate, no matter how good he was at it.
He just needed to graduate; he didn’t care if it was at the top of the class.
His attention shifted over to the beautiful piano. “Do you play?”
Y/n was scribbling an answer when she looked up at him before following his gaze, “… yes….”
“Can you play for me?” She frowned at him, and he begged, “please?”
She ignored his plea and continued to correct his notes before turning it around and pushing it towards him. She looked down at it to indicate for him to look at her annotation.
“You have pretty penmanship.” His eyes scanned all his notes, “yeah… I would have failed this test if you didn’t fix this.”
She tapped his papers, “stu – dy…”
His lips curved downward before he started reading the notes. With the different colored pens and additional notes, she added, he could comprehend the contents. However, he didn’t look up when she got up and walked over to the piano.
Toru’s head snapped towards the piano when he heard it, and she gave him a silent, study or else… look that he quickly abided.  
He shook his head with a smile; he liked this new side of her. His fingers continued to flip the pages, and surprisingly, he grasped the information.
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A week later, Toru invited himself over every day after volleyball practice to study. By the fourth day, Y/n proved to be a good tutor for Toru; he could memorize all the European countries and their capital.
“That is… Norway… and the capital is… Oslo!”
Y/n adds a green check mark to correct on her whiteboard. She played ten seconds of a random would point to a random European country, and Toru had to guess the country and the capital.
The tip of her pen pointed to a country on the map, and Toru studied it for a second before answering, “Latvia… the capital is... Ri… RIGA.”
Y/n clapped her hands and smiled, checking a green mark on the whiteboard. “N – next…”
The morning of their exam in the European region, Y/n was surprised when he asked her to wait for him so they could walk to school together.
He didn’t need to tell her he was nervous; she could sense it.
“Huh?” he looked at her confused, holding her wired earbuds. She motioned for him to put it on, and he took it from her and slipped them in place. He watched her press play on her small MP3 player before slipping it into his pocket. Immediately, he recognized the soft piano tune Y/n would play while he studied.
Looking at her from the corner of his eyes, she focused ahead, leading them silently to school.
On their walk home after school, Toru was quiet, out of the norm that Y/n was used to.
“Do… y – you think you di – did okay?”
Toru nodded at her, saying, “I think so; I don’t want to be too confident.”
Their test results were announced the following day, and Toru was listed as one of the top 5 students with the highest score and Y/n.
They secretly glanced at one another from across the classroom, and she looked away, smiling.
She was proud of him.
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Y/n smiles at the little boy beside Toru.
“Y/n, this is Takeru, my nephew. Unfortunately, he’s got to tag along.” Toru explained, “Takeru, this is Y/n.”
The little boy resembling his uncle, raised a brow at Y/n, “are you his girlfriend?”
Y/n quickly waved her hands, shaking her head no.
“Don’t be rude.” Toru slapped the back of his head, “remember, you’re going to do your homework and behave while Y/n and I study.”
True to his words, Takeru behaved at the other end of the coffee table while Y/n and Toru studied the next region of countries and capitals.
Again, Y/n had to review Toru’s notes, correcting his answers.
“Argh, this is so hard….” Toru complained.
“You’re such a baby,” Takeru mumbled, rolling his eyes.
Y/n nodded her head with a smile. She tapped her pen on the table to get Toru’s attention and motioned him to get up. She returned his notes to him and muttered, “… study.”
He sighed and looked at her pleadingly, “can you play the piano for me? Maybe a different tune this time so I can use it to remember these countries and capital that helped me with the last exam.”
Y/n nodded, heading to the piano.
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Toru’s fist shot in the air as he scored top 5 students with the highest score for the latest exam.
“Are you cheating?” Iwaizumi glared at him suspiciously. “You’re usually top 5 with the lowest score.”
Toru shot him a glare, “how rude, Iwa-chan.”
“Oikawa has been getting help from Stuttering Y/n.” Matsukawa snickers, “maybe I need to get help from her too.” He received a glare from Toru, silently saying back off. “How is it going with the bet?”
“What bet?” Iwa asked, looking at Toru.
“Nothing,” he muttered, “it’s time for practice; let’s go.”
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Y/n’s head tilted, seeing Takeru at her door without his uncle. “H – hi?”
“Can I hang out with you until my uncle comes home?”
Opening the door wider, Y/n gestured for him to come in. “A – are you… hun – gry?”
Takeru turned to look at her and nodded, “yes.”
“Do – do you – your uncle know you… are he – here?”
His expression told her no.
Grabbing her phone, she texted Toru informing him his nephew was at her house.
“Wha – what do you like to… eat?”
Takeru smiled, “anything.”
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Toru runs all the way home, past his resident, and straight to Y/n’s.
He rings the doorbell multiple times before the door opens. “Takeru,” he growled. “You were supposed to stay home…” He stares at Takeru, sitting where he usually sits when he studies with Y/n, does homework, and watches a show.
If there’s one thing he had in common with Takeru besides volleyball, it is avoiding school work.
But the boy was doing his homework with Y/n.
“He didn’t fight you, did he?”
Y/n frowned, “… no?”
Toru gawk, “he did his homework without putting up a fight?”
Takeru glared at his uncle, “unlike you, Y/n promised we could watch TV if I promised to study; she called it multitasking.”
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Y/n successfully helped Toru pass the world geography exam, sectioned off by regions.
Toru can’t remember when he was proud of his test scores. He glances over at Y/n, and she’s busy as usual, annotating her notes.
It was always a given that Y/n would score the highest in the class, but due to her speech-impair, she refused to be the class president.
“As usual, Y/n ranked 1st for the highest score on this exam,” Kaiya, the Class President, spoke with slight annoyance in her tone. She was ranked 4th. “But we have a new student who scored exceptionally high, Oikawa-kun!” She ushered Toru to stand for the class to give him a round of applause. “Good job on your hard work, Oikawa-kun!”
Toru waved his hand, thanking his class, and he looked over at Y/n, who gave him a small smile, clapping her hands. He smiled and nodded his head towards her, a silent thank YOU.
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Toru sat in her living room, where he usually sat when they studied, setting the volleyball while Y/n was examining her new music piece at her piano. “You know,” he piped, catching his volleyball and looking at her. He waited until Y/n to cast her eyes at him, “the one thing we have in common is that we’re both good with our hands.”
Her brow raised, and Toru mentally slapped himself at how wrong that could be interpreted.
“Fingers,” he corrected, hoping her mind didn’t go down the gutters like his. “You’re good at the piano, and I’m good with…” balls, he almost said. “Setting the volleyball to my teammates. Both our fingers require good coordination, right?”
Y/n’s chin tilted as if she was evaluating his theory and then nodded, focusing on her music sheet.
Quite frankly, she wasn’t sure why Toru was over now that the exam was over. She didn’t question when he came to her door and invited himself in. She didn’t have the heart to ask him why he was over.
Her focus was distracted when she flinched, realizing how close he was to her. He was practically hovering over her. “How do you read this?”
The same way you read your teammates on the court, Y/n answered in her head.
“Can you teach me how to play the piano too? Nothing too hard yet?”
She looked at him from the corner of her eyes before sighing and scooting over on the bench to allow him to sit.
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“See…” Toru complemented, setting the ball back in her direction, “you’re a pro at this!”
Y/n was a bit stiff, but after a few tosses, she got the hang of it and set the ball back and forth with Toru. She was able to catch on quickly, mimicking his movements.
Toru was surprised at how fast she picked up on it. “You’re actually… really good at this.”
By instinct, Toru took the opportunity to smack the ball at one of her pretty tosses, and as soon as his palm contacted the ball, his eyes widened, realizing what he just did. But to his surprise, though, Y/n stepped back, and her hands came together to receive and return the ball.
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Toru wiped his face for the nth time. His stupid tears keep falling. His mind is still processing the loss to Karasuno High School, their last chance, and he hopes to make it to nationals.
He parted from Iwa and walked home alone, where his mind was attacking him from every direction.
If only he had more control to receive or return Hinata’s hit…
If only he had positioned himself a few centimeters to the right and had better posture…
If only he weren’t a failure that let his team down…
“Toru…”
Looking up, Toru stopped seeing Y/n standing at his residence’s gates. He had seen her earlier during the game but had forgotten she was there after the loss. He was happy to see her sitting in the crowd.
“Hey,” his voice croaked, unable to look at Y/n in the eye. Afraid that he might break down.
 Y/n took a step towards him, her eyes solely focused on his.
Her shoes were in his sight, and he finally looked at her.
She wasn’t looking at him with pity like others did; she looked at him with soft eyes that eased his heart.
She lifted her arms, silently inviting him for a hug, and Toru choked and stepped forward to throw his arms around her, crushing her to him.
. .
[Present day]
Y/n is woken up by a bright light and flinches, blinking a few times before remembering that she is stuck in the elevator with Toru and Mateo.
After some time, the three made themselves as comfortable as they waited to be rescued. She remembered resting her eyes, sitting silently with Toru, and must have fallen asleep at one point. The baby was still profoundly sleeping in her arms, nestled against her chest.
Toru looked at her, and then his son was about to speak when the elevator began moving immediately, and the doors slid open on the next floor, revealing a crew of firefighters.
They hurried to get the three out and conduct an evaluation before releasing them.
For safety protocol, Toru and Y/n walked the two remaining flights up to their floor. Y/n continued to carry Mateo, who was awake now and dazed, while Toru carried his stroller.
They stood in the lobby of their floor in awkward silence before she handed Mateo back to his father, “Well, that was quite the day. I’ll see you guys.”
Toru looked disappointed but nodded, “yeah, thanks for your help today with Mateo.”
Y/n reaches and gently pinches Mateo’s cheek and coos, “bye, Mateo.” He blinks at her, still dazed after a long nap. She waved her hand at him before turning her heels to her unit.
She closed the door behind her shut and stood against it.
It had been quite a while since she last dreamed about their high school days.
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“I gotta go.” Y/n grabs her jacket, “I’ll see you guys next time.”
She called it a night early with some other pianists as they meet up occasionally to socialize. They were all socially awkward and found comfort and support in each other in public without the only thing they had in common, the piano.
They were great friends she had made through the years.
Shiwoo, a pianist visiting from South Korea, nagged, “already? It’s only almost 8 pm?”
Y/n fixed the collar of her jacket, “I know; I have something I need to do.” She grabbed her wallet and phone, “don’t get too drunk.” She escaped before more questions could be asked.
She returned to her apartment and caught the elevator before it could close. Looking at her watch, Y/n sighed as the elevator took her to her floor much slower.
She bolted out of the elevator and quickly pressed the buttons on her door to get inside. Her jacket was already thrown on her couch as she headed straight to the piano.
She already heard the faint whimpering from the other side of the wall.
Sorry, Mateo, I’m here!
She was a little later tonight than usual, but her fingers immediately began pressing the keys. She was starting to run out of pieces to play with and would need to pull out her old practice books from the shelves.
Y/n released the breath she was holding and paused after the fourth piece. She frowned when the whimpers earlier were now a full-blown weep.
“Is something wrong?” She whispered to herself; he usually would be asleep or calm by now.
He sounded upset, and suddenly, his cries were silent.
Y/n shot up from her bench and pressed her ear to the wall; she couldn’t hear Mateo.
She recoiled when her doorbell rang, and she hurried towards the door.
Opening the door immediately, Toru steps into her sight with Mateo wailing in his arms, tears streaking down his chubby cheeks. “Y/n…”
She reached out and gently grabbed the upset baby and rocked him against her chest, “shh, it’s okay, Mateo…” the poor baby heaved against her chest, clearly out of breath.
She motioned for Toru to step inside and closed the door behind him. “What happened?” she whispered, comforting the baby and leading them to her living room.
Toru rubbed his face, depleted. She could see the dark circles around his eyes and the 5 o’clock shadow stubs around his jaw. “He’s running a fever and not taking the bottle….”
Y/n pressed her cheek to the baby’s head, feeling the abnormal body heat. “Let’s give him a bath; that should help cool him down.”
Toru immediately led them to his place and started a bath while Y/n undressed the baby; he was calm now but exhausted.
She wiped him with a bath cloth as he tiredly kicked his legs in the water. She looked up at Toru, “do you want to make him a bottle and see if he’ll take it?”
Toru returned shortly with a bottle, kneeling beside her and nudging the bottle to his lips before he latched on and suckled hungrily. He sighed in relief. “Thank goodness… Thank you, Y/n…” his voice cracked, and he leaned his head on Y/n’s shoulder. “Thank goodness for you.”
.
Toru woke up in his bed and immediately reached over to feel for Mateo and felt an empty spot. He sat up quickly and covered his eyes from the sun shining brightly into his room. He then remembered the long night and went to Y/n for help desperately.
“Ah!” Y/n had ordered him to rest, pointing out that he couldn’t care for Mateo if he wasn’t feeling well. She offered to handle Mateo while he slept.
He bolted out of his room, feeling recharged. His feet freeze when he sees Y/n and Mateo sleeping soundlessly on the couch.
. . .
E/n: If you've read Surge Towards You (manhwa) - baby Yiho is exactly how I picture Mateo.
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springsmile · 2 years
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attention <3
[t. oikawa x reader]
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18+
descr: his pretty little housewife hasn’t been paying attention :(
cw: disassociation , noncon, smut, overstim (?)
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the burn on your arm is slight— it stings, it's a furious dark pink, but you're not worried about it like you're worried about when your next menstruation will begin; if it will begin.
you've become exceedingly absentminded. vision goes fuzzy inadvertently, while handling the oven (hence the burn) or during toru's lovemaking. you don't remember who you are, where you are, or who you're with, much to your chagrin, and he's yet to catch on.
your disassociation is masked by compliance and obedience. you appear to be giving in, appear to enjoy your new housewife role, and content in imprisonment. the disassociation is highly advantageous in the bedroom, when toru's hands grip your hips too tightly, leaving black and blue in their midst. when he's rasping into your ear, insisting you're his possession, you're his sweet slut. and with words sharp and crass, his hands do the opposite: intrude the soft and velvety warm of your cunt, the heat sopping, pulsating with each knuckle-deep thrust of his digits, masterfully curling to kiss that spot, the one that makes you throw your head back and scream in ecstasy.
he touches you sweetly, and insults you to filth with his tongue. it's around then the fog clears, and it's around then you know exactly who's cock is lining up with your entrance.
"say my name." he's whispering, hips snapping forward with vigor. you're still embracing the veil over your sight, shrouding your senses and the better of yourself.
“hmm... what?" you murmur in reply, and his thrusting yields, a callous hand gripping your face with little gingerness. the murk of his eyes become less opaque, and your stomach begins to knot.
“what’s the point of fucking you if you’re not even gonna pay attention?” he tuts, where you’d expect frustration, toru was vexed. he sighs, thick and heavy, before his hands come to the intersection of your legs and push forward, pressing your thighs against your chest. “that’s okay, we’ll redirect your focus.”
now he’s impossibly deep, forehead pressed to yours, eyes searching yours. your mouth drops open, and everything becomes narrowed, you’re honed in on everything.
whimpers and whines drool from your mouth, soon occupied, and it’s too much. too fucking much.
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vlrspace · 7 months
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21:49, oikawa x reader
wc: 0.9K
an: angst, that’s it.
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the late evening seemed quiet as the sky turned dark blue with many stars scattered around. the flickering of some streetlights didn’t help much as the pitch black shades of the trees made it difficult to see the road ahead.
oikawa tooru looked down at the cement he was walking on, ears plugged in and hands pushed far into his pockets, deep in thought. he felt tired, both physically and mentally. the worst part was that he could only blame himself. he was the one who was always so stubborn to stop practicing when he was already past his limit or stayed back at the gym after practice ended to perfect his serve and his toss to become the very best. his right knee throbbed as he thought about perfecting his jump serves tomorrow, but he ignored the pain, just like yesterday or the day before that.
then there were the things that took a toll on him mentally, they were getting difficult to control. to oikawa’s dismay, it wasn’t even school that made everything so unendurable, though he often found himself wishing, hoping, praying for school to solve all of his problems. when he came to the realisation that it’s his best friend who creates, yet solves all of his struggles, oikawa knew he was doomed.
his best friend of two years, an angel walking on earth in oikawa’s opinion. he thanked iwaizumi everyday for introducing you to him back in your first year, even if the second he laid eyes on you, he knew you were out of his league.
you were extremely smart, exceeding in your studies far better than him and you weren’t even japanese. you were quiet but chatty with the ones you were comfortable with and there wasn’t a single bad bone in your body. you were beautiful, catching the eyes of many with your glowing hair and pretty (e/n) hues.
yet you were so… indifferent with him.
it was in his nature to flirt and with his growing feelings for you, he was bound to sweet talk with you, tell you pick up lines and compliment you. however you deflected every. single. one. of. them. with a cold heart and a blank face, you paid no mind to him afterwards. of course though, after many years of pretending to not hurt the feelings of his fans, he perfected his “cheery” attitude. it really did help him out at times like this, when you rejected his advances, he played it off, not looking the slightest bit hurt as he continued on with his day.
oikawa liked to think it worked for him to pretend it didn’t get to him, but that’d be a big fat lie. to him, you were worse than losing to ushijima, because no matter how hard he tried and dated other girls to get over you, nothing changed and he remained hopelessly in love with you. and even with your heartless ways of hurting him, he still called you his best friend because you were always there to pick him up, whenever he needed it.
he lost a practice match against another team?
on your way home you always buy his favourite snacks to cheer him up a little (and the other boys too but he likes to think he’s special). or he received an almost failing grade on one of his tests? you sit with him in the library before practice to make sure he gets the best grade for his next test (who cares if you do the same with makki and matsun too? you’re spending one on one time with him).
he came down with a flu? you always come by during the afternoons with freshly baked milk breads, gatorade and with a bunch of photos from his classmate’s book so he doesn’t stay behind with school work. it warmed his heart to know that you cared for him, even if the boys came along most of the time too, he knew you were the one who collected all of the items, all alone and just for him (yeah, maybe this is something you do for the rest of the boys too, but he knows he’s the only one who gets more than gatorade and school work).
he pushed himself past his limits after practice? you always storm into the gym, yelling out profanities before you grab him by his hand and lead him towards the changing rooms. from the corner of his eyes, he can see three heads peeking inside, watching the two of you retreat with a smirk on their faces. you are dragging him by his arm on the way home, the trio of boys are walking behind you, watching with amusement as your smaller frame drags his 6 foot, broad frame behind you. oikawa doesn’t care if you call him shitty the whole time when you are somewhat holding onto him, butterflies going wild in his stomach (sometimes the others stay a bit longer after practice too but you never go as far as dragging them all the way to their home. you yell at them with a threat then give them five minutes to get ready).
you’re pulling all of these stunts, tugging at his heartstrings with a rough grasp that made him fall for you deeper and deeper every time and yet you walked all over him, when he tried to let you know that he wants more than a friendship.
why can’t you see how much he longed for you?
by the time he rounded the corner of his house, oikawa realised it was never the dark sky with the many stars scattered around or the street lights and the tall trees with their dark shades that made it difficult to see.
his tears were rolling down on his face as he made his way up to his room, suffering through the painful heartbreak, unknowingly caused by you.
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o2amu · 2 years
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“can i have some more lip balm please.”
“nope.” oikawa quickly declines.
you’re shocked by his blatant refusal. “what? why not?”
he smiles, shortly sighing afterwards. “because. you always loose yours and end up using all of mine!”
you look away with a guilty expression not wasting a second of denying his statement. “okay fine, just this one last time, i swear.”
oikawa gives in and begins digging for the tube in his jacket pocket until a lightbulb sparks on the top of his head. a smirk creeps on his face as he twists the cap open.
“…what?” you ask.
“you can only have some if you give me a kiss.”
you shoot him a confused look. “seriously?”
you roll your eyes and bring your face closer to his, but he slowly dodges your attempt at kissing him.
an even more puzzled gaze sits on your face as it seems he contradicted his own request. “what are you doing? you said you wanted a kiss.”
“not what i meant.” he remarks with a cocky smirk, obviously one that’s enjoying teasing you.
“tooru i swear…”
“i mean exactly what i said. you’re getting some lip balm by kissing me.”
you silently watch him squeeze an extra amount onto his lips and rubbing them together before he playfully shoots a kissy face at you.
“you’re so stupid.” you chuckle but pull him in for a kiss anyway. he smiles into the kiss and deepens it, ‘making sure’ you’d get balm you asked for.
you pull back, slightly out of breath. “hm… i dont think that was enough. i’m gonna need another kiss.”
“yeah? well i definitely don’t mind that at all.”
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