#oikawa toru oneshot

[excalibur-gone-missing]

Paring: Toru Oikawa x female reader

Requested: no

Genre: smut, female receiving

Warning(s): cunnilingus, figuring, degradation

Summary: Toru eating out his freeuse slut aka you

Word count: 743

Other works

Beta reader: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“To-toru, ahh-”

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

“Toru, I’m gonna-”

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

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

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

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

[nubisaureus]

when you wear their jersey

how the haikyuu boys react when you wear their volleyball jersey

character(s): Oikawa, Tsukishima, Kuroo

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

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

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

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Oikawa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smirked, leaning into your charade.

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

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

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

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

Tsukishima

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kuroo

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

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

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

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

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

«So?» he urged, wanting to know.

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

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

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

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

You ended up crying of joy that night.

[missuga]

“Love you.” 

It took everything within him to not whip around and look at you immediately once those words processed in his head. He froze in his seat at the table instead, taking a couple slow breathes to try and settle his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. 

“Hm?” Was all he managed, still not really able to look up at you. “I missed what you said.” 

“You did?” You mused, leaning against the counter as you sipped on the coffee he’d made for you already. “That’s a bummer, I can’t quite recall what I said.” 

It was hard to keep the slightly serious composure at the way his eyes widened, mouth hanging open just barely as he stared at you, obviously at a loss for words. 

“You’re getting better at making coffee,” You started, eyes flicking to the cup in your hand, then to the mess of a french press that sat in the sink. “There’s barely any grounds in this one.” 

“Oh, that’s good.” He mumbled, his gaze shifting back to what had his attention before even though his mind was still stuck on what you said when you walked into the kitchen. He was so distracted, it was honestly adorable. 

For a long moment, he was starting to wonder if you really said that you loved him, maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. 

“So, uh, what do you have to do today?” He asked, tone wavering slightly as he tried to clear his head. 

“I’ve got to go grocery shopping if you want to come with me? Then after that, I don’t have anything major planned.” Smiling once more at the troubled look on his face. 

You’ve been living together for months now and you still found that you could catch him off guard with this, the faint rosy dusting on his cheeks was worth it the bit. 

“Wait, I need to back up.” He finally looked up at you fully, face flushed slightly and his fingers were fumbling with the cup in front of him nervously, it was like this was taking every bit of him to say. “I.. love you too.” 

You stood against the counter in silence for a moment, and it felt like an eternity to him. 

“God, I was waitin-”

“You can’t just say that out of nowhere.” He interrupted you, pouting as you walked towards him, hand cupping his cheeks to make him look up at you. 

“We’ve been dating for almost two years.”

“So, it’s too early for that.” He mumbled, leaning into your touch. 

“So then it’s too early to kiss you then?”

“What, no I didn’t say that-”

BOKUTO, hinata, OIKAWA, nishinoya, yamamoto, yaku, kageyama, tendou, KENMA

[aphroxditus]

Oikawa Tōru is the type of boyfriend who would bend you over the bathroom counter and pound into you from behind. He’d pull your ponytail back and make you watch the scene from the mirror while he stares straight at you from the mirror, his brown eyes half lidded and a smirk plastered on his face.

His strong arms grip your ass, and you could see his bulky biceps. His torso was naked and you could see his abs.

This man gives you no mercy, as he drills in and you keep banging into the counter. Moans and whimpers escape your mouth as you try and stay quiet because you wouldn’t want his friends downstairs to hear how well Oikawa was fucking his girlfriend.

“That’s it pretty girl. Keep watching”, he groans into your ears as he pulls on your hair to keep your head facing the mirror. “Look at what a mess you are. Such a dirty, dirty little slut. My slut.”

Then, he jerks his hips and slams into you all of a sudden, earning a yelp followed by a loud moan from you. Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire and you pray that nobody heard you. But who are you kidding? They’re probably all standing outside the bathroom door jerking off to those pretty sounds and waiting for Oikawa to finish off with you so they can have a go. The thought drives you wild and you feel overwhelmingly stimulated. You clench around his cock.

“Such a little slut. You really want the others to hear, don’t you?”, he breathes into your ear.

Whimpering, you shake your head, trying to deny, but you both knew the truth.

And luckily, it wouldn’t be too long before your dream becomes a reality.

Sorry if this has any errors. I just decided to do a quick post randomly out of nowhere so I hope you guys enjoy it :)

[minarixx]

𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 ✯ 𝐓.𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

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

PAIRING. Oikawa Tooru x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst

Secret flings but what happens when someone wants more

WC. 1.7k

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

Had to do a remake cause the other was atrocious.

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lunamochii]

you and me, forever.

oikawa x f!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It'll be fine, Tooru."

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

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

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

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

"Take care."

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

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

"Tooru!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oikawa wants to mark you as his.

"Cu- cumming! Tooru!"

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

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

"It's dirty now.."

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

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

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

"I love you, Tooru."

"I love you more, sweetheart."

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

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

- 6 years later -

"Papa!"

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

"Baby!"

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

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

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

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

"My sweetheart.."

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

"Uncle Iwa!!"

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

"Sho-chan!"

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

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

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

Oikawa love you through and through, so are you.

"Sweetheart?"

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

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

He pause and look at you directly on the eyes

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

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

"Yes- yes! Yes!"

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

"Congrats Oikawa!"

"Congratsulations Oikawa-san!"

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

"You finally did it, shittykawa."

"All thanks to you, Iwa-chan."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nothing~"

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

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

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

Because you get to see Tooru bloom and shine brighter.

[astarsol]

oikawa tōru - my video boy

- couple: oikawa tōru x reader - warnings: curse words - synopsis: your classmate accidentally messages you during a zoom call

masterlist

a/n: short but sweet!! i hope y’all like it :)

[justanobodywriter]

16:39 ✦Oikawa✦

Oikawa has the most intense skincare routine you have ever seen.

The first night you stayed at his apartment, you were overwhelmed when walking into the bathroom and seeing what felt like hundreds of jars and bottles of various different lotions and cleansers and masks and...

"Ok, so now, I'm gonna put this on," Oikawa described as he went to put a new product on your face.

"Wait," you spoke moving your face away from him. "What is that?"

"This one is a mask," Oikawa rolled his eyes at you. "It'll help keep your skin clear, like mine."

"Fine," you groaned allowing him to apply a generous amount of the product to your face.

He smoothed over a small layer of the slick substance all over your face. Once he was done, he sat back and admired his work.

"Done," he beamed.

You looked around as if you could see your own face, "So, now what?"

"Now, we wait," he shrugged. "Movie?"

"Sure," you shrugged.

You didn't understand the reason for this elaborate routine, but it make Oikawa happy, so who were you to get in the way of it? It only seemed to make him happier that you had joined in on his little routine after asking about it once.

It couldn't be that bad after all.

Oikawa did have amazing skin.

[jelly59392]

rizzing up your cute in-flight neighbour - oikawa x reader (fluff)

PAIRING. post-timeskip!oikawa x gn!reader

LENGTH. 1.7k words

CONTENT. fluff, fluff and more fluff

SYNOPSIS. your cute in-flight neighbour has airplane ear so you help him out. in return of your noble help, he offers you a shoulder to sleep on.

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Good afternoon passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 88X to Tokyo. We are now inviting those passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes time. Thank you.

You present your passport and boarding pass to the flight attendant with a quick smile, and start looking for your seat down the narrow corridor. 31A. There it is. You hike up your luggage and settle down in what will be your seat for the next hours. You take out the magazine neatly strapped on the back of the front seat. Perfumes, watches and luxury are tidily presented in hopes to be bought aboard. As you’re looking through the magazine with much fascination, someone starts settling down next to you. You look up and can’t help but hold the stare. A tall guy, in his early 20s, maybe mid 20s? Arms stretching up with grace, he rises his luggage up next to yours. As he closes the compartment door, your eyes meet. A pair of glasses sits neatly on top of his sharp nose. His eyebrows rise up as if he saw something pleasant. You exchange polite nods, and quietly keep yourself busy whilst the plane fills up with passengers. The plane slowly drifts towards the departure runway, and is soon enough at high altitude after a smooth take-off. But when you glance at your neighbour, you realise he might disagree with that last part. Gaping and closing his mouth, it becomes pretty evident that he is not doing a dying fish impression, but is in fact hopelessly trying to unblock his ears. A stifled laugh escapes your mouth and his cheeks turn pink in embarrassment.

‘I always get terrible airplane ear no matter how many times I’ve flied…’ His voice is unexpectedly soft. It is quite charming. 

‘Oh no, it’s too bad I don’t have gum.’ You pause. ‘How about you try pinching your nose and exhale instead?’ You act out the gesture. ‘It usually does the trick for me.’ Your neighbour pinches his nose.

‘Like this?’

‘Yes’ you chuckle at his nasally voice. ‘Don’t exhale too hard though, you could faint.’

‘What?’ he says dramatic and alarmed, nose still pinched.

‘Exhale in one go, just not too hard.’      

Mustering his courage, he exhales sharply. A second passes. You’re inquisitive. He whips his head towards you, and flashes you the purest, most beaming smile. ‘It worked!’

In exchange of your noble help, he grants you his name. Oikawa Tôru. You tell him yours, and his big brown eyes glitter even more, like he is engraving it somewhere in his mind for good. He is visiting his family. You’re surprised to learn that he’s Japanese, but has the Argentinian citizenship with work. You want to inquire what his job is, but he halts you.

‘How about you guess instead? I don’t want to share too much right off the bat. It kills the mystery, you know?’ He is obviously getting comfortable as you talk, but you don’t mind. Rather, you quite enjoy his playfulness. Like a mischievous kitten.

He doesn’t want to share too much about himself, but he does inquire a lot about yourself. You explain to him you’re on a trip to meet a business partner, how it’s your first time going to Sendai, and you conclude that in addition to his outrageous good-looks, he’s also an awfully good listener.

‘Isn’t it difficult for you to travel such long distances for work?’ he asks.

‘Hmm. Not really, I like it. Taking the plane or the train. I can fully enjoy my music, my own company, or a book I’ve been wanting to read but didn’t have time for. And be cut off from the world for a few hours, you know?’

‘Oh I totally understand, I’m the same,’ he smiles apologetically, ‘I hope I’m not impeding on your alone time.’ You could’ve not dismissed the assumption any faster. You tell him you don’t mind the conversation. Not the slightest.

You chat about all sorts of things, from your favourite travel spots to the best type of pastries (you’ve noted that his is definitely milk bread). He mentions his bratty nephew, and how excited he is to see all his family again. Through the happy chatters, the sun has set and the sky is turning a deep shade of blue. The sea of clouds is so beautiful, you urge on Oikawa to take a peak through your window as well. He’s not sure about leaning so much over your seat, but you encourage him so cheerily that he complies. Your hand shields the window so that he can see better and he slowly bends closer. Before you realise, his neck is stretched long and graceful before your face. You feel the heat of his skin radiating on you, and something gently stirs in you. Letting go of the breath you’ve been unnoticedly holding in, you catch a whiff of a sweet, sweet scent. His cologne? Deodorant? Perhaps laundry detergent. You can’t tell, it’s so faint. You’d like to smell it more attentively, but he breaks the silence and affirm ‘It is very pretty, indeed!’ He looks a bit silly admiring the view in his uncomfortable position. He’s trying his best not to accidentally touch you, afraid of making you uneasy. He promptly shifts back into his seat before you can even say anything else. Both suddenly shy from the earlier proximity, the upbeat march of your conversation falls apart, and you eventually go quiet.

You’ve opened one of the books you’ve brought aboard whilst your seatmate has picked a movie to watch. Looks like a romcom. Cute. You read away with your little lamp. Your book this time is a historical fiction based on Greek mythology. The story takes you across sunny islands and green cypress and olive trees. But you catch yourself feeling increasingly drowsy. The fatigue that’s been building up the entire day is finally catching up on you. Your eyelids are heavy, like weighted velvet curtains. Book still clutched in one hand, you drift into a peaceful slumber, having dreams you know you won’t recall. Oikawa notices too that you fell asleep, when you softly meet the plush of his arm. Your head has been gently wobbling around until it found something it could finally lean on. In contrast to your graceful sleep, Oikawa’s in absolute panic. Red in the cheek, a solid minute has passed and he does not know a thing that has happened in his movie. Your hair is tickling him but he can’t do anything about it, too afraid of waking you up and scaring you away, like a cat that leaves your lap as soon as you move. So he just sits very still.

Being sat for so long, and listening to your deep breaths makes him, in his turn, uncontrollably sleepy. It is almost 2AM. He yawns wide, eyes tearing up. He guesses getting some shut-eye would be nice, and soon after taking his glasses off, you’re both sleeping like little babies, head on top of each other. Somehow, you know what’s happening despite being asleep. You can feel the softness of his strands falling on your forehead, his breathing that has synched up with yours, the slow rise and fall of his warm chest. You don’t move away the slightest, and let him rest heavy against you.

6 hours later and you wake up completely disoriented. You have never slept for so long on a plane. As soon as you unglue yourself from your human pillow, said human pillow also wakes up in a startle. You look back at him. You’re both in close to the most ungraceful state one could be in around someone they fancy. Your clothes are wrinkled and full of static, your hair dishevelled, eyes painful to open. And you both stare at each other with the frown of freshly awoke people.

And you laugh.

Oikawa looks down and also lets out an adorable smile. He just might have found his forever nap partner. He’s not one to fall asleep easily, lest next to a cute stranger. And yet here he is, fully recharged and glowing after a good night sleep. The rest of the passengers are still deep in slumber so you just chat through smiling whispers till the plane slowly wakes up.

The plane lands at the crack of dawn. You two are bound by the hip, and if one didn’t know better, they’d think you were traveling together from the get-go. As soon as you step out the plane, you stretch your limbs and enjoy the sweet silent bustle of a morning airport. Oikawa leaves his small luggage next to you and goes on a quick trip to the bathroom. Whilst you’re waiting for him, a flight attendant walks up to you and gently taps on your shoulder. She’s about your age so there’s an unspoken comradery between you. She says all smiles:

'Sorry to bother you, I was on your flight earlier and thought you might like seeing this". She shows you her phone with a picture of Oikawa and you, sleeping together tucked under the blankets. 'I really apologise for taking your photo without your consent but my crew and I thought you guys were so cute and couldn’t help but snap a pic… I’ll delete it if you’re uncomfortable with it!'

You thank her for being so sweet and tell her you’d really like to have the picture, which she promptly shares with you. As she bids you goodbye and a pleasant stay, Oikawa comes back, curious about your interaction. You show him the pic to which he only answers a quiet 'Oh.' But you can see his ears turn pink and he coyly asks you for a copy too. You laugh,

'Only if you buy me breakfast, I missed the catering because you didn’t wake me up!'

'How is that my fault?” he asks bewildered, “I missed the flight’s meal because you didn’t wake me up!'

You two bicker like toddlers, bumping into each other whilst making way to the airport’s Café.

He bought you breakfast.

[junosmindpalace]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“tooru!”

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

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

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

[imagineanime2022]

He Comes To Your Rescue

Toru Oikawa X Fem!Reader, Hajime Iwaizumi X Fem!Reader Kotarou Bokuto X Fem!Reader

Summary: You get caught up in something and he defends you

Part 2 - Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Suna Rintaro, Kei Tsukishima

Part 3 - Kuroo Tetsurou, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Tendo Satori 

Part 4 - Yuji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa

Part 5 - Kageyama

Toru Oikawa

👑 When you started hanging out with the boys more often, most of the fans were kind enough, they all knew that they weren’t dating Oikawa.

👑 Oikawa was the one to announce that he was dating you, all it took was one post and everyone knew by the next day.

👑 Like I said most of the fans were happy for you both but there were a few who refused to believe that you were both together, people that claimed you were with him because of his money (unfortunately athletes don’t actually get paid that much but okay) or for the status.

👑 Though these opinions hadn’t been much more than social media comments you had always been waiting to meet someone with more confidence than common sense.

 You smiled as someone tapped you on the shoulder, you looked over your shoulder and your smile widened as you looked at Iwaizumi “I’m glad you found the stadium okay.” You smiled as he took a seat next to you, his arm stretching over the seat behind you as he ruffled your hair slightly. “Do you know how long it took me to do my hair today? Why would you do that?” You tried to fix the damage he had done.

“Don’t worry you look fine, it’s not like shittykawa is even going to notice.” He shrugged.

“Are you trying to make me feel better?” You asked.

“He’s glanced up at the 3 times and he’s still not realized me.” Iwa shrugged.

“See she claims to be dating Oikawa but she’s letting this guy wrap his arm around her.” You both looked over at the girl who pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of you both.

“I’m going to post this.” She informed you as she showed you the picture.

“Please do, I look really good from that angle.” You smiled “don’t you think?” 

“Yeah sure.” Iwa rolled his eyes with a smirk, his eyes on something on the court.

“Are you done here?” You asked as you waited for them to leave.

“Are you serious!?” She asked.

“Surely you’re not going to watch the game from there.” You frowned, you could see Iwa was about 5 minutes away from telling them to get lost himself but before anything else could happen, you heard him:

“Little cutie! You didn’t tell me that there was a special guest.” Oikawa appeared next to you.

“Well you were the one that said you missed him.” You shrugged “Iwa said that he was looking to go on holiday so here we are.” 

“I love you.” He cheered as he pressed a kiss to your lips before turning his attention to Iwa both of the hugging as you glanced over to see the girls were gone. “Fans of yours?” He asked in reference to the girls that were in the place that you were looking.

“Fans of yours.” You corrected him “thought I was cheating with Iwa.” 

“Still as annoying as it was in school.” Iwa cut in.

“Come you’ve got to get back down there and make this match worth the watch.” You ordered, he leaned down to kiss you one more time snapping a picture on your phone.

“Post that for me.” He winked kissing you one more time before jogging off out of the range of Iwa’s hit.

Hajime Iwaizume 

💪 You didn’t often go to meet Iwa at work, he worked at a gym full of men most of the time and he was rather protective.

💪 This time however he had forgotten his lunch and as much as he hated asking he needed you to drop it off, seeing the way that his day was lined up, he wasn’t going to have time to go out and grab something else.

💪 When you got there the woman at the front desk smiled as she recognised you. “He told me he was waiting for you, I’ll call him down.” she called for Iwa and then gestured for you to go take a seat while you waited for him.

💪 The people behind you must have been listening in because before long they were standing over you.

“Can I help you?” You asked as you looked up at them.

“Do you even go to the gym?” One of the girls asked and you looked at them and frowned.

“Umm…-” 

“You don’t look like you go to the gym.” The other cut you off.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked.

“Well how did you get a session with Iwaizumi, we’ve been trying for months.” The first girl complained, they both looked you up and down before one of them laughed.

“Are you planning to bribe him?” She smirked and you frowned before your hands tightened around his lunch sensing that they were up to something, you could see her hand lifting but before anything could happen the man of the hour called out to you.

“Thanks for bringing this for me sweetheart.” You looked at him and smiled, standing to walk over and meet him halfway, hoping to get away from the girls in front of him but they had other plans, one of them stepping forward and knocking you off balance, you fell forward doing your best to make sure that Iwa’s lunch stayed in tacked. Iwa rushed over to you, taking the lunch from you and putting it to the side.

“Oh my god are you okay?” One of the girls stepped forward.

“Leave.” Iwa ordered as he pulled you up to sit.

“What?” She asked.

“You and your friend leave, find another gym to use.” He ordered before turning his attention to you, tipping your head up to see if there was any damage to you.

“Is your lunch okay?” You asked as he sat you back on the bench and started cleaning a small cut on your cheek.

“I don’t care about the lunch, I care about you, did you know those girls?” He asked.

“No, they said that they’ve been trying to get a session with you for months and they were angry because they thought that you were doing a session with me.” You shrugged.

“Mmm.” He hummed. “All fixed up.” He pressed a bandaid to your face before kissing where the small cut was.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“No problem, my love.” He said as you both stood up as you attempted to step around him he wrapped an arm around you “I’ll make up for this when I get him later.” 

Kotaro Bokuto

🦉 Bo had been training hard for this match for months and the least you could do was go and support him, the stadiums were loud and crowded so you didn’t often find yourself there.

🦉 When you told Bo that you were going to be there, he was over the moon, he would not stop talking about it and even asked you to wear his shirt from last season so that he would be able to see you in the crowd.

🦉 To his credit he did see you as soon as you sat down, he waved at you before blowing you a kiss, you waved back pretending to catch the kiss and put it to your cheek.

🦉 That was where the problems came, it caught the attention of a group of girls who were clearly fans of Bo or the Jackals in general because they were standing in front of you within seconds.

“Where’d you get that top?” One of them asked, you glanced at them for a second before answering.

“From my boyfriend.” You answered as you tried to look around them to see the court, when you did, you actually couldn’t see him anymore and frowned, your attention drawn back to them when one of them nudged you in the shoulder.

“We ask you a question.” The first one glared at you folding her arms across her chest.

“Sorry, what did you ask?” You asked through gritted teeth as you tried not to start a fight at the match the Bo had been working so hard for.

“Do you know that’s fake?” She asked. “There’s no way that your boyfriend could have gotten the real shirt from that season.” 

“What makes you say that?” You asked, leaning back in your chair.

“They didn’t sell any merch for that season, there’s nothing that looks like that made officially for fans.” You honestly thought that you had left this behind when you left school, you had been dating Bo for a long time and it’s not like you kept it a secret, he had trouble keeping his camera off of you, you were all over his social media.

“Babe!” You heard him yell before he came bouncing into your view with his phone “it’s time for my pre-game picture.” 

“Don’t you usually take that with your team?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah but you're here today, I wanna take it with you.” He smiled as he sat in the chair next to you pulling you against him “smile baby owl.” You smiled at the camera and he snapped the picture standing up to cage you into the chair that you were sitting on.

“What are you doing?” You asked for a small smile on your face.

“I’m just making sure you're okay.” He answered.

“I’m fine I’m just trying not to start a fight before your match, I want to see you win.” You smiled bringing your hand up to gently caress his cheek. “So get back down there so you can win.” 

“Alright babe.” He pressed a kiss to your lips “make sure that you cheer for me when I win.” 

“Make sure you win.” You winked before pressing another quick kiss to his lips before he ran off, the girls that were there weren’t anymore in fact when you saw them a couple of rows over it seemed like they could even keep eye contact with you.

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[lookingforlia]

Best friend Oikawa x reader

Sleepover with Oikawa

- you guys had a bunch of things on your bucket list to do together . Your sleepover being one of those . So you decided to finally have that sleepover you guys have been wanting to do for ages .

- it's Oikawa's house

- his room isn't too big or decorated , it's pretty avarage and a little bit messy with his books laying around.

- has a bunch of books on volleyball and an unhealthy amount of romance manga .

- you get the snacks , and he cooks the dinner.

-only healthy balanced meals are acceptable.

-high-key cooks well .

- comes home late cause he stays back practicing volleyball.

- you guys eat together as you watch a TV show .

- he enjoys TV shows more than movies .

- juges the carecters the whole time just to annoy you.

- sleepover , more like you lowkey having to babysit him.

-before sleep time gives you a lecture if you don't have a proper skincare routine.

-What a disgrace for his friend because he takes care of his skin and has good ass hygine. "Don't call me your friend with that crusty ass skin ."

- tells you you're ugly for no reason.

- you guys end up doing a face masks

- you guys have deep talks about how you feel about the people around you guys .

- would talk about how Iwaizuni nags him all the time but he still feels like he needs Iwa-chan in his life.

- also might open up about how he feels threatened by kageyama and is afraid of falling behind .

- trusts you enough to be vulnerable .

- if you slip out anything about yourself like , your ex . He would straight up call your ex ugly .

- " Are you for real ? He literally looks like Sid from ice age ."

*Loud laughter intestifies in the middle of the night .*

"But for real , you're pretty , why did you fall for this . . . . Whatever this is . I knew your taste in men is bad , but you really exceed my expectations . Atleast fall for personalities if youre bad at picking for looks. "

- that hurt oikawa-chan .

- makes you sleep on the floor because he ain't giving anyone his bed.

- but you guys only get more and more energetic and end up watching the entire season on that TV show .

- observes all the carecter personalities , and actually is pretty accurate .

- catches you cry at the sad parts and makes fun of you .

- you need to hit him for him to shut tf up

- pillow fight .

- he accidentally tears his pillows and now you're left with a ringing tv and feathers and cotton flying around in the room that none of you are going to agree to clean up.

- snorts in laughter when you have to pick out feathers from your hair and mouth.

- rock , paper, scissors , whomever looses cleans this up .

-looses but then fakecries to convince you into helping him clean up .

- dramatic piece of shit

- "we should probably sleep ."

"No we shouldn't , it's 7 am ."

- you know Iwa chan is gonna scold you right ?

[amaya-writes]

Day Two: Mistlefoe To Mistletoe (Haikyuu x Reader)

Day Two of Amaya's New Year's Event

Summary: When you find yourself stuck under some mistletoe with your high school volleyball rivals the last thing you expected was a confession and kiss, but he certainly seemed to think otherwise.

Warnings: n/a, just fluff!

Characters involved: Kuroo, Oikawa

Kuroo Tetsurou

"I am not doing this right now."

An annoyed sigh left your lips as you spoke, but the sound only served to widen the smirk plastered across Kuroo's lips.

"You know the rules, kitten."

Kitten. It was that endearing nickname he always used when you were in high school, the nickname that made your heart flutter when he would lean across the stands to talk to you during the breaks in his games.

The nickname you pretended to hate because you couldn't fathom why you loved it so much.

It had been years since you switched schools and parted ways from your first high school friends, years since you graduated and moved on to higher education.

Years since you convinced yourself you moved on from Kuroo.

But seeing him at the new year's reunion party you didn't even want to go to seemed to change everything.

"Tetsu-"

"Oh it's Tetsu now, huh?"

A teasing smile tugged on his lips as Kuroo pulled you closer to him by your waist, effectively cutting off anything you could have said to him as his lips moulded against yours.

You could have pushed him away. You should have pushed him away.

But this was Kuroo Tetsurou, the annoying, charismatic, endearing as shit volleyball player you pretended to hate your entire life because you couldn't stand the fact that you liked him.

And if fate wanted the two of you to maybe become something more, then who were you to say no?

Oikawa Tooru

If you had to spend another second watching him flirt with his fans, you would throw up.

When you decided to show up to Yahaba's Christmas party you certainly didn't expect to witness a reunion of all the high school volleyball teams, but the moment was nostalgic enough for you to stay and socialise with your old friends.

However, that was before Oikawa showed up and, as always, stole the show with his seemingly perfect outfit and boisterous attitude.

Even as adults, the women in the room couldn't help but flock to Oikawa as they gushed over his success as a pro volleyball player.

Everyone else seemed to find the sight amusing, but you couldn't seem to ignore the pang of hurt you felt at seeing him casually flirt with them.

Oikawa Tooru could never be yours. That was a realisation your teenage self was forced to accept every time you saw him swap spit with one of his fans after the games.

You were just his annoying academic rival, and now that you graduated, you weren't even that.

"I- I need some air."

Hajime nodded along to your words but didn't bother stopping you as you left the couch to slink to the balcony at the back of the living room.

If only you had noticed the row of green dotting the top of the balcony's door, perhaps you would have considered leaving through the front gate.

But you didn't. Just like you didn't notice the small smirk plastered across Oikawa's face as he left his spot on the couch to trail after you.

"Move, Oikawa, I'm not in the mood."

A playful pout graced his lips at your words, but Oikawa didn't bother moving away from the balcony door.

"I would, darling, but you know the rules of Mistletoe."

His words made you take a step back to stare at the green plant hanging above the two of you.

"Oikawa-"

You raised your hands up in defence as you spoke, but Tooru just used your palms to tug you closer to him until you were inches apart with his hands cradling yours.

"Yes, doll?"

"We don't have to-"

"Oh, but we do. I've wanted to kiss you for five years, I'm not going to let you run away when I finally have the chance."

He didn't give you a chance to acknowledge his confession, instead reaching forward to mould his lips against yours while his hands moved to wrap around your waist and cradle your jaw.

His kiss was soft yet carried a sudden urgency that made you softly tug on his hair as you felt Oikawa pull you in closer, and closer, until you couldn't feel anything except the way his hands gently caressed your skin while his lips moved against yours.

It was electric and made you internally swoon as you felt him pull away for the smallest of seconds before once again leaning in to kiss you.

It was everything you wanted for the past five years, and everything you wished to have for many years to come.

And as the two of you pulled away to stare at each other with wide eyes while the room dissolved in a series of whistles and cat calls, the small smile on Oikawa's face told you enough to know that, unlike high school, this time, Oikawa Tooru would be yours.

[iwaizumisbabe]

REPLACED; Oikawa T. < Kageyama T.

NAVIGATION | RULES | MAIN MASTERLIST

← HAIKYUU MASTERLIST

→ in which (y/n) got tired of being forgotten by Oikawa and found someone new

→ Oikawa Tōru x gn!Reader < Kageyama Tobio x gn!Reader

→ ???, break-up, drama

→ 0.7k

AOBA JOHSAI GYM

"Okay, break!" yelled Iwaizumi. The boys were already well past their actual break, but the captain apparently hadn't seen fit to release the players for their water break.

The brown-haired setter literally ran to his sports bag, which for once was next to his water bottle, to text you that he had completely forgotten about your date and if he could make up for it this weekend.

When he turned on his phone, he directly saw your 0:27 voice message at the top of his notifications.

He tapped it, entered his PIN and played the message immediately.

"Listen Oikawa. I'm tired of getting dumped over and over again. This is the FIFTH time THIS month alone that you just don't show up for our dates. It's-" your voice was interrupted by another, louder and deeper.

"(Y/nn), are you coming? The movie is about to start," Kageyama called, probably, from a little further away.

"Yes, just a moment Tobio!" you shout, "It's over. I don't want to hear from you anymore. Don't call me, don't text me, don't come to Karasuno, and if we ever meet again, pretend we don't know each other and I don't exist!"

Only now did Tōru see that the image next to your name consisted only of the gray icon. (Y/n) blocked me, fuck!

The brown-haired man stared at his phone. Even after minutes, he didn't take his eyes off your chat. And when his phone went off, his gaze was like locked with his device.

After minutes of silence, Iwaizumi wondered why his best friend did not give the usual speech and then sent the team back to play. Therefore, he told the boys that they were allowed to overstay their break today and best to sit out, after all, the weather was quite nice for mid-November.

The players didn't complain, because normally Oikawa didn't give them an extra long break and made the training extra hard. They all knew it was for their own good. Without the captain's efforts, they would never have gotten as far as they did.

So while they were going out, Iwaizumi made his way over to Tōru, who was still staring at the screen of his phone.

"What's wrong, Shittykawa?" wordlessly, the brown-haired man turned his cell phone back on and played the message one more time. Iwaizumi couldn't help but laugh.

"That's not funny, Iwa! I really liked them," he narrowed his eyes in offense.

"You didn't," Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. Who is he trying to foul?

"Sure I do!!"

"No, if you really liked, or loved them as much as you claim, you would never have treated them like that. No one treats someone they love with as little respect and seriousness as you did," said his best friend with a serious voice and an equally serious look.

"That's not true at all!" he muttered.

"Of course that's true," Iwaizumi laughed again, he just couldn't stay serious. The vice-captain actually liked you quite a bit. You didn't deserve to be treated like that by the boy in front of him.

"You just left them to Kageyama like that. If you'd had even an ounce of feeling for (y/n), this never would have happened!"

And then something clicked in Oikawa's head. Maybe you weren't as important to him as he thought. Maybe he only wanted you because it was obvious that Kageyama had a crush on you since the first grade of middle school. He had only started something with you because he wanted to hurt Kageyama, but he hadn't managed to do that. Again, he lost to the annoying, blue-haired king of the court.

"And if they really mean as much to you as you just claimed, then stick to what they said and let them be happy with Tobi. You know they had a crush on him in middle school, they probably still do to this day."

Again, it clicked. And this click was much worse. His eyes grew huge as the realization hit him. He had only been a substitute, a substitute for Kageyama Tobio.

2022 | @iwaizumisbabe

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[let-me-simp-in-peace]

When Oikawa Feels Insecure (Oikawa x Reader)

[minarixx]

𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 ✯ 𝐓.𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

"𝙎𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 '𝙪𝙨' '𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙣𝙤"

PAIRING. Oikawa Tooru x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst

Oikawa finds solace and unexpected connection in a summer fling following a heart-wrenching breakup with his ex-girlfriend. But his summer fling wants more than just a temporary relationship

WC. 1.2k

A/N. My least favourite one shot ngl

REMAKE

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

𝓣he sun shone brightly, casting its golden rays upon the sandy beaches of the sleepy coastal town. As the waves crashed against the shore, the air was filled with the salty scent of the ocean. This was the summer everything changed for 2 young teens.The oppressive heat of the summer hung in the air, mirroring the weight on Oikawa's heart. Freshly wounded from a recent breakup, he found himself aimlessly driving through the coastal beaches, desperate to escape the suffocating memories. The flickering gas station sign offered a glimmer of respite, and he decided to pull over, hoping that a brief pit stop would bring a momentary distraction.

As he stepped out of his car, he noticed a girl leaning against a vintage motorcycle, a carefree smile gracing her lips, her eyes covered with red heart shaped sunglasses.. She exuded an air of confidence and style, effortlessly combining edginess with a touch of playfulness. Her glasses are a vibrant shade of crimson, perfectly accentuating her fair complexion. The frames are sleek and glossy, showcasing a contemporary design that draws immediate attention. The lenses, tinted in a subtle gradient, create an aura of mystery, hinting at the untold adventures she has embarked on with her motorcycle.

Their eyes met for a fleeting second, a spark of curiosity kindling within them both.

Oikawa approached the gas pump, pretending to focus on refueling, but his mind was drawn to the girl by the motorcycle. A surge of courage propelled him to strike up a conversation. "Nice bike," he said, attempting to sound casual.

Y/N smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Thanks. It's my trusty companion on the road. What brings you here, stranger?"

He shrugged, a melancholic smile tugging at his lips. "Just trying to escape reality for a bit, I guess. The road seems like a good place to lose yourself."

She nodded, understanding glimmering in her eyes. "I get it. Sometimes, you just need to wander and let life surprise you. Want to join me for a bit? An adventure might do you some good."

Oikawa hesitated, his mind grappling with conflicting emotions. He saw in Y/N the possibility of a summer fling, a temporary distraction to mend his broken heart. He convinced himself that it was what he needed, a way to forget about his ex. 

"My name's Oikawa Tooru, what's your name, pretty lady?" He said confidently. Y/N laughed at his attempt.

"It's Y/N by the way." She said turning around to start the engine on her motorcycle. 

As they rode into the sunset, the wind tousling their hair, they laughed and shared stories. Days melted into nights, and the chemistry between them grew undeniable. They explored hidden corners of the countryside, chasing the thrill of spontaneous adventures. But amidst their laughter, Y/N's eyes held a glimmer of something deeper, a flicker of hope that Oikawa couldn't quite grasp.

One evening, as they sat under a starlit sky, their laughter filled the air. Y/N's eyes glimmered with affection as she turned to Oikawa. "You know, Oikawa, there's something about this summer that feels different. It's as if the universe conspired to bring us together."

He leaned in closer, his heart stirring with a mix of intrigue and caution. "What do you mean, Y/N? Are you saying this isn't just a summer fling for you?"

Y/N averted her gaze, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her voice. "You're right, I'm sorry, I know this was just a summer fling and that you're trying to get over your ex but-." Y/N's walls began to crumble as she started to fumble with her words. Her 'cool girl' persona was falling apart by the second.

Oikawa's heart swayed with conflicting emotions. He reached out, gently lifting her chin to meet his gaze. "Y/N, I didn't expect to find someone like you on this journey. And maybe I'm not ready for something serious just yet, but that doesn't mean what we have isn't special. Let's enjoy this summer, this connection we share, for as long as it lasts."

A smile tugged at the corners of Y/N's lips, her eyes shining with a mix of tenderness and uncertainty. "Alright, Oikawa. Let's make the most of this summer. No expectations, just living in the moment."

Days turned into weeks, and their bond deepened with every passing adventure. They danced beneath moonlit skies, shared secrets under starry nights, and reveled in the simplicity of stolen kisses and laughter. Yet, beneath Y/N's carefree demeanor, a part of her dared to hope for something more, for a love that could endure beyond the sun-soaked days

But as summer began to fade, the specter of Oikawa's ex loomed in the corners of his thoughts. Doubts gnawed at his heart, and the longing for what he had lost intensified. It cast a shadow over the summer they had shared, and he wondered if his heart truly belonged to his past. His thoughts drifted back to his past, to a love he couldn't let go.

In the quiet of that final summer night, Oikawa found himself overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. "Y/N, I've had an incredible time with you. You've brought me so much joy, but I... I need to go back to my ex. I can't shake the memories, the feelings I still have for her."

A bittersweet ache tugged at Y/N's chest as she listened to his words. She had known deep down that their fling had an expiration date, but a part of her had hoped that what they shared was enough to keep him by her side. Y/N's face remained composed, but a profound sadness flickered in her eyes. "I understand, Oikawa. I knew deep down that this would end. I wanted to believe that what we had was special, that it meant something more. But I can't deny that it hurts. I knew from the beginning that this was temporary. I wanted to believe it was enough, that what we had was special. But I can't deny that my heart hoped for more."

Regret washed over Oikawa as he reached out to touch her hand, his voice laced with remorse. "You deserve someone who can give you their whole heart, Y/N. I wish I could be that person, but right now, I can't."

She nodded, a hint of vulnerability slipping through her facade. "I understand, Oikawa. We had our moments, our bittersweet memories. Just promise me you'll find happiness, even if it's not with me."

They sat in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. The summer nights grew shorter, the magic fading with each passing day. And when the time came to say goodbye, Oikawa felt a twinge of longing for what might have been.

As he drove away, the memories of that summer fling lingered like whispers in the wind. The bittersweet taste of their time together would forever remain etched in both their hearts, a reminder of the road not taken. And though he returned to his ex, a part of him would forever wonder what could have blossomed if he had chosen a different path, if he had embraced the warmth of Y/N's affection and let go of the past. And as Y/N continued her nomadic journey, she carried the summer they shared, forever etched in her heart, a testament to the fleeting beauty of love and the significance of a bittersweet goodbye.

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