#oikawa toru x y/n

[teamatsumu]

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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[noosayog]

[... 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.

wc: 1.3k

for @shibaraki's komorebi collab! thank you for letting me participate, Monty!

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.

[basilly]

𝐇𝐔𝐆 𝐌𝐄 !!

|| ➼ in which you ask them for a hug

characters: oikawa, kuroo, atsumu, kita, & kageyama

warning: no pronouns, fluff!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ oikawa quickly grins before hiding it with a pout. he loves his physical contact but sometimes it's inconvienent for you. he complains you were "rejecting his affection" but how are you supposed to type with two hands and hold hands with him??

he tries to resist, leaving his arms crossed. "oh so NOW you don't want affection??" after a longgg hug from you and a couple feather light kisses all over his face, he's giddly smiling and returning all the affection and more.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ kuroo raises his eyes in surprise- he's a little cocky about it. "oh?? a hug?" he teases you a bit before giving in. "i need to remember this moment forever." he even makes a mental reminder to tell kenma about this- not that kenma would even listen.

he loves to tuck you against his tall nature, his head rested on yours. you especially love when his jacket ends up wrapping around your shoulders in the process, providing you warmth, and lightly scented as your boyfriend.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ atsumu has a little smirk on his face. "sorry i didn't hear you- you want a what now?" he uses this to his advantage to get as many kisses as he wants. "i need ya to give me a kiss for that hug." taps his cheek for a peck with the biggest smile on his face.

not that it's an issue for you though, you'd give him a million kisses to sink within his warmth. the years of volleyball did him well, his toned arms wrapping around your frame. he tucks his face into your neck, pressing kisses in the area.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ kita accepts gratefully. even though he feels bad that he's sweaty from working all day in the heat, he wouldn't let you wait. he immediately relaxes within you arms, dropping his head on your shoulder.

he gently fiddles with your hair, swaying the two of back and forth. you're rubbing circles into his back, eventually the two of you begin dancing to silence in the kitchen. this was all he's imagined going home to in his dreams.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ kageyama doesn't know how to take it. he freezes up and blsuhes before awkwardly wrapping one arm around you and patting your head with the other. you can only giggle and kiss him on the corner of his lips, making him blush even harder.

after a couple seconds he relaxes, getting more comfortable and snuggly. when you attempt to let go, you find yourself struggling. "tobio??" "one.. one more minute." it definitely wasn't but you didn't mind.

[xfgpng]

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 —

— : [ nsfw ] toxic oikawa, manipulative, unprotected sex, slight angst

— : wc : 542

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.

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.

[mavrintarou]

[4:38 PM] Oikawa Toru [9]

I'm 89% sure the next part will be the last. This chapter is filled with heavy angst but comfort and understanding.

Warning: implied mild smut, angst & comfort but cliffhanging ending

Eighth part

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Toru glared at the new wall that had been replaced between his and Y/n’s unit. He acknowledges his disdain for it. He detested both the physical and emotional distance that had arisen between him and Y/n.

Within a day, maintenance repaired the wall between their units, putting this unbearable space between them.

In the blink of an eye, everything changed, or more like in a heartbeat, everything changed for him and Y/n.

His heart has been numb since the moment Y/n announced she was pregnant and felt like it had stopped beating when she said the baby may not be his.

Everything became a blur at that moment.

“P – plea – se le – leave… I need sp – space…” she struggled with her stuttering and hiccups from her cries.

Toru was reluctant to leave her alone but to his best judgment, he needed some time to process what she just told him.

How had he not realized the changes? Especially when he had first-hand experience with Lucia when she became pregnant with Mateo.

As he recalled the brushed memories… it all began to piece together.

“Don’t – don’t suck too hard…” Y/n whimpered, blushing from watching Toru and feeling the suction he had on her sensitive nipple.

Another time when he was buried deep inside her, Y/n cried with tears pooling in her eyes. “You feel… you feel so deep…”  

Toru immediately stopped his movements and caressed her cheek, “am I hurting you?”  He wiped her tears away and only smiled when she shook her head, telling him he made her feel good.

These were tell-tale signs he remembered going through with Lucia.

It had been 48 hours since he last saw her but it felt like an eternity.

She has not returned his seven missed calls nor the numerous text messages. He knows he should respect her space but he couldn’t help but feel the distance between them is only pushing them further and further apart.

For an hour, Toru and Mateo hung out in Mateo’s large playpen together. The baby kept himself occupied with the toys Y/n had purchased him and Toru could only wonder what was running through his son’s mind.

Did he miss Y/n too?

It was two short nights but Toru spent every second of it going over the scenario.

Y/n was pregnant.

There was a probability that the baby could not be his.

That meant… it was that man that had visited her weeks ago?

“Woojin?” the name fell off his lips  

All he could remember from that first and last encounter was that this person was tall like him, a slightly smaller physique but he and this man had the same dark hair and body complexion.

Toru couldn’t help but feel jealous of this Woojin person. Who was he to Y/n and what was their relationship? How long have they known each other?

All questions attacked him and he groaned, making Mateo look at him confused.

“I miss Y/n,” he told Mateo, who instantly perked up at the sound of her name. “You miss her too?” His son stared at him as if waiting for her to appear. “Should we go see her on the other side?” He picked up his son and together they headed towards the door.

The moment his door swung open, Toru’s eyes widened seeing Y/n leaving her unit as well.

With a suitcase beside her.

Y/n called his name softly, yet he heard the sadness and pain in her tone.

“Are you… going somewhere?” He shifted Mateo in his arms, who was squirming at the sight of Y/n.

He sensed the hesitancy as she quickly shut the door to her unit before letting out a deep breath. She approached him with her luggage left by her door.

“Where… are you going?” The question weighed heavily on him, as difficult to utter as it was to bear. His heart throbbed with discomfort, reluctant to confront the truth.

“I’m – I’m going to Ko… rea… to Korea for a few days,” Y/n answered, looking at him directly in the eye. She hesitated but reached for his free hand, holding it gently. “I will be back, I promise.” Y/n gazes into his eyes, “I’ll come back to you, I will come back to you.”

Toru untangled his hand from hers and drew her into an embrace, murmuring, “what is the reason?”

Despite knowing the reason, he understood the rationale behind it and knew that it would only inflict pain upon himself by asking, but he felt compelled to inquire regardless.

Her arms wrapped around his waist, and he felt her fist a handful of his shirt. “I should – I should tell him.”

Toru clenched his eyes tightly shut. He anticipated it, and braced himself for it, yet why did it sting even more?

“I understand,” he sighed, pressing his lips to the top of her head. “Okay, have a safe flight and please come back to me.”

“I will,” she pressed her lips over his heart.

.

Mateo slept soundlessly in Toru’s arm for his afternoon nap. Their large living room seemed larger and too quiet than usual. Even for a short period, his living room was filled with Y/n’s laughter, her singing to the wrong lyrics of Mateo’s lullabies. It felt so lively and filled with lots of comfort that warmed his heart.

After ensuring Mateo wouldn’t wake up, Toru laid him in his crib. He reached for Y/n’s wool cardigan that had been in his crib and placed it beside the sleeping baby who found comfort in it.

 He closed the door to Mateo’s nursery and turned on his baby monitor. Toru was about to help himself to a cup of tea to calm his nerves when he heard something strange outside his unit.

If Y/n was on her way to the airport, who would be outside?

Without looking at the camera that pointed out to the lobby shared between him and Y/n, he pushed the door open and was ready to confront whoever it was but froze halfway.

Y/n looks up, startled and half crouching. Her luggage was lying flat on the ground as if it slipped from her hand.

“Y/n?” He blinked a couple of times, even rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands to make sure he was truly seeing her and that she was not just a hallucination. Over an hour ago he had made a tough decision to let her go, how was she… “Aren’t you supposed to be at the airport? Or on the plane to Korea?”

He walked towards her when Y/n quickly stood up and closed the distance between them, throwing herself at him, and wrapping her legs and arms around him.

Toru caught her, his arms naturally wrapping around her and supporting her weight. He sighed and hugged her tightly.

“I couldn’t do it,” Y/n finally whispered, she leaned back to look into his eyes. She quickly explained how she sat at the gates contemplating the situation and made the decision not to get on the plane. “I couldn’t go through it. Woojin deserves to know but I think I’m being too impulsive right now.” She cupped his face and pressed her lips against his. “I should have talked to you, figure this out together… that’s if you… want to figure it out together.”

“I do,” he confirmed quickly. One of his hands snaked behind her head, bringing it down to his. “I want to figure this out with you.”

Y/n brushed her nose against his, “I love you. I love you so much Oikawa Toru.”

Toru sighed, and a soft grunt came from his throat. “I love you too, Y/l/n Y/f/n.” Without putting her down, he walked over to pick up her luggage and towed it behind them into his unit.

.

They lay in the middle of Mateo’s large playpen.

“I want to get a paternity DNA test done.”

Toru rolled onto this side and supported his weight on his elbow. “Okay, I think that’s a good start too. Should we start with me?”

Y/n looked at him confused, “you?”

Toru nodded, a hand reaching out to palm her flat belly. He couldn’t voice how badly he wished and hoped that the baby that was nourishing inside Y/n’s body was his.

It never crossed his mind that he would want another child after Mateo, he’ll be honest that he didn’t want any more children and would be content with just Mateo. But since his rekindling with Y/n and the current situation, would he be so bold and willing to help her raise a child that was not his own?

“To rule it out,” he answered quietly, “it’s a small possibility… but I’m willing to hold my breath that this child could be mine.” He reached to touch her hair, “if it’s my baby then you wouldn’t have to bother talking to Woojin.”

Y/n sat up and motioned for him to sit up and as soon as he was upward, Y/n crawled on his lap and hugged him.

“Toru,” she uttered his name quietly under her breath, “I need to – need to know…” she paused to take a deep breath, “will – will you still want to be with me… if – if this child is not – not yours?”

No matter how many different scenarios he thought in his head, the one that weighed heavily on him was the high possibility that this child was not his. He asked himself if he would be able to raise a child that was not his own and the answer was yes, he would be able to raise another child that was not his.

If it was Y/n, who was also willing to love another child that wasn’t her own, Toru could also love a child that was not his own by blood.

Toru pulled away enough to see her face, he waited until she finally looked into his eyes and he smiled. “Yes, I will still want you even if this child is not mine. I will love them just as if they were my own.”

Y/n smiled, her shoulders relaxing as if his response had blown all the anxiety that burdened her. “I was scared you wouldn’t want to…”

A lingering, unidentified fear gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers.

“If…” he took a deep breath. “If this child is not mine and is… his… what – what will you do?”

Please don’t say you’ll go back to him, he repeated over in his head.

“Woojin and I have agreed to go our ways a few weeks back and I have contemplated on either telling him or not.” Her face bore the unmistakable mark of guilt. “If this child is his, I know I should not keep it away from Woojin.”

“No, you should not,” Toru concurred, though inwardly he wished she wouldn’t have to confront that man. Yet, he acknowledged that Woojin deserved to be informed about the pregnancy and the child; he deserved to be included in the journey even if he and Y/n had no preexisting relationship. “I encourage you to tell him. If he decides not to be involved in the baby’s life, then that’s his decision. You’ve given him a choice.”

Toru would have been at a loss if Lucia had concealed her pregnancy and the existence of Mateo from him. Despite the life-altering revelation, being a father to Mateo brings Toru immense pride and joy, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He has no desire to return to his life before Mateo came into it.   

Y/n pressed her forehead against his. “If this child is Woojin’s, then we will have to figure out how to co-parent but it’ll be a bridge we’ll cross when we get there.”

The weighty burden he had carried for the past few hours finally lifted. “But regardless of what decision he chooses, I will be beside you.”

Y/n leaned to press her lips to his forehead, “I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve me because I deserve you. We deserve each other.”

.

Three weeks later, Y/n was scheduled for the testing.

Toru squeezed her hand, assuring her that everything would be okay. “The nurse said many have gone through this test and there is nothing to worry about, no risk to you or the baby.”

Y/n nodded, squeezing his hand tightly. “We’ll be okay.”

Sometime after they were separated, they reunited again. The same nurse who took Y/n away brought her back. As if sensing Toru’s presence, she looked up and smiled tiredly while sitting in a wheelchair. She reached a hand out to him, which he took and squeezed it lightly.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded, “let’s go home.”

.

Toru gently pulled the covers up to her chin and carefully got off the bed without disturbing her.

Y/n groans, curling up into a fetal at the loss of his warmth. Once they reached home, she began experiencing cramping shortly after they got home. They were informed that cramping and light spotting was expected and normal. Toru wanted her to stay with him at his unit so he could monitor her.

He swallowed hard, despising the sensation of helplessness and his inability to alleviate her pain. Plating a gentle and light kiss on her forehead, he allowed her to rest while he stepped away to make a brief phone call to his mom to check on Mateo.

“Hey mom,” he greeted quietly over the phone, “how is Teo?”

When Toru and Y/n had dropped him off with his grandma, Mateo displayed signs of distress. He appeared apprehensive in the unfamiliar surroundings, clinging tightly to Toru. When his grandma attempted to reach for him, Mateo recoiled, refusing to go to her – a behavior that shocked both Toru and Y/n, as he had never exhibited hostility before.

They had to ease him in and get him comfortable before leaving him for a few hours.

“Teo is just like you. The moment you and Y/n disappeared and he noticed it, he looked everywhere for you two.” His mom explained, “you were just like that when you were a baby. But how is Y/n? Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s okay, she is resting,” he felt slightly guilty for not telling the truth to his mom about Y/n’s appointment, only saying she was not feeling good and he was going to take her in. “I’ll be there soon to pick up –“ Toru loses the rest of his words as he turns his head towards his unit door. “Mom, I’ll call you back in a second.”

Walking towards his door, he pressed the button to turn on the camera outside his unit.

His eyes narrowed when he saw someone standing at Y/n’s door, ringing her doorbell and knocking repeatedly on her door.

“Y/n!”

Opening the door, he faces the man head-on. “Can I help you?”

Woojin wiped around, his disheveled hair and ruffled clothing told Toru something didn’t feel right.

“Y/n, where is she?”

Stepping out and closing his door behind him, Toru stood tall, “she is resting.”

Woojin marched across the lobby and grabbed Toru by his collar. “You bastard, is she in there with you?”

Toru emitted a bitter chuckle, “it is none of your business if she is with me, you guys are nothing.”

Woojin shoved Toru against his door, growling, “it is my business when she is my woman and carrying my child.”

Toru’s smile dimmed as his eyes narrowed, and then he shoved him away. “Leave before I have security kick you off the premises and banned.”

Running a hand through his messy hair, Woojin chuckled coldly. “You know it too, is that right?” His silence confirms his assumption. “I will not back down – “

“Toru?”

The two men turned their heads as the door slowly opened revealing a pale Y/n who gripped her abdomen. “Toru?” Her voice shook, “some – something doesn’t feel right…” her legs trembled as she looked down at her feet, her white ankle socks soaked with redness.

. . .

E/n: I know... I know :(

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[lemonlover1110]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟗

𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Pairing: Tooru Oikawa x f!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Dumbification, Vaginal Sex

Kinktober Masterlist

Tooru Oikawa loves giving back to his fans. He takes pictures with them, signs autographs, hugs them, talks with them, accepts his presents, etc. He’s just the best with his fans. And he proves it to you, someone who claims to be his number one fan.

It was impossible to get past you. Your short little skirt draws a lot of attention to your legs, and your crop top which also happens to be low cut, shows your cleavage. Just how he likes it. He gets your number and invites you to his hotel.

Next thing you knew, he was balls deep inside you. You’re both laying down on his bed, your back’s to him. Your leg lifted up, placed over his hip. It’s only the second round, and you’ve coated his cock with your juices. There’s just so much… He would say too much, but it’s definitely not too much.

It sounds so wet with every single one of his thrusts. The walls of the hotel are thin so he knows that the neighbors can hear– Not that but the little whimpers that leave your lips. You were screaming his name in the first round, but you have calmed down now.

He knows that you weren’t a virgin but he wonders the type of guys you’ve been with. Do they lack stamina or what? Or are you always like this? It seems that no guy has fucked you twice the very same night, but he’ll make sure to make it a custom by the time he’s done with you this week.

“Am I fucking you stupid right now, pretty girl?” He asks, his thrusts picking up speed. It’s very loud how his skin slaps against yours. The neighbors can definitely hear that, but luckily enough the neighbors are just his teammates. They should know what he’s up to anyway. “Answer me, pretty girl. Am I fucking you dumb?”

“Y-Yeah…” You answer. It seems like the only actual word that goes through your mind. You’re focused on the pleasure that the volleyball player you admire is giving you. To think that you’re the lucky fan that caught his attention.

And fuck, he’s so skilled– At least you think he is since you’re fairly naive with topics of sex. At least he knows where the clit is and he knows how to move his fingers, which is something that your previous boyfriends didn’t know.

“You’re so tight.” He mutters. He hears your moans, and your whimpering but he wants more. He knows your brain is barely functioning, so he wants to hear your babbling. “You’re so pretty, aren’t you?”

Your mind is foggy, too focused on his dick that hits just the right spot. He urges you to answer, and you can just yell out, “Yeah…”

“You like this dick? You wanna get fucked by it every night?” The questions keep coming, and you can’t comprehend them. It’s the same answer each time. You could be admitting to a crime for all you care about, it’s not like you’re understanding anything at the moment. Oikawa is just fueling his ego with the questions. “Is yeah the only word you know, you dumb girl?”

“Yeah!” You yell, feeling your orgasm approach as he plays with your clit. You hear a chuckle coming from his lips. He loves this. You sound so stupid. 

Your cunt is squeezing around his cock. You’re just a slutty girl who lets the first guy she sees fuck her dumb. But he’ll do it. He’ll gladly take the spot of the guy who gets to fuck you dumb each time, especially with how pretty you sound by the second round. Not to mention how well your tight little pussy feels around him.

“You gonna let me come in this pussy every night?” He asks, and he receives his answer. You won’t say anything different. Yeah is the only word you know, all other words have been erased from your dictionary.

Your moans get louder and louder as you near another orgasm. You shut your eyes, slightly tilting your head back. Oikawa smirks as the scene before his head goes down to nibble on some of your neck’s skin. He’s spent the last three nights like this, and he loves it.

“Oh- Fuck-” You finally switch up, adding two more words to your vocabulary as your reach your orgasm. Oikawa pulls away, and he chuckles.

“Finally learned some new words, haven’t you, dumb girl?”

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[moon4nge1]

- Tōru Oikawa Headcanons!!

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His Features/Expressions!

�� crow feet! -because Tōru smiles a lot, whether it be a genuine smile or a fake one, he’s developed cute little smile wrinkles by his eyes!

⤻ wears contacts -he prefers these over his glasses! His eye sight isn’t terrible, but he does have trouble from seeing far away. He started to wear contacts in middle school because a girl complimented how much cuter he looked!

⤻ genuine soft smile! -when he is actually expressing his true happiness, he isn’t showing of his broad smile. No, instead he goes for a more softer one. This is because he feels like it shows he actually means it!

⤻ rough hands! -Tōru spends hours upon hours in the gym. Constantly hitting the ball and perfecting his form. Over time his hands became littered with calluses, and they aren’t as smooth as they once were. But you don’t mind, because whenever they make contact with you, you can’t help but to fall more in love with his battered hands.

⤻ soft lips! -contrast to his hands, Tōru’s lips are super soft! He takes very good care of them, and doesn’t like it when they get chapped. His main motivation is for you to enjoy his lips against yours!

His Locker!

⤻ always filled! -there is never a time where his locker is empty! There’s always a couple of milk breads along with lover letters from admirers. A lot of times he gets really tired of having to clean out his locker everyday. He even went to the principal to secretly change his locker; his request was denied. His first rejection, he definitely cried that night.

⤻ pictures everywhere! -he takes pride in his team, even if he acts very childish to them. He dedicates a whole wall to team pictures ranging from: wins, losses (even if it hurts his ego), team hangouts, even practices! He even has a small photo of you, but denies it. He doesn’t need you teasing him more.

⤻ mirror, brush, and chapstick! -this man needs to look good. He needs the girls to chase him somehow! He definitely checks himself out during every passing periods. Iwa has hit him multiple times for making them late to class.

⤻ inspirational quotes -honestly he doesn’t even mind them. Even on his bad days, they only seem to upset him more. There was this one day he was so upset with himself he tore down the quotes; he ended up putting them back up after reading through them.

Lover Boy!

⤻ clingy!! -Tōru is a massive clingy person! Whenever he sees you in the halls or passing by your classroom; he can’t help himself and just has to give you a hug! He’s especially clingy at night, you can’t, for the life of you, pry his hands off of you!

⤻ protective!!! -with his growing fan base, he knows that it sometimes takes a toll on you. He tries his hardest to protect from the girls. The girls are not his only worry, the boys that surround you drive him insane! He once has to punch a guy because his hands became a little too adventurous for his liking. Let’s say you thanked him that night! Jdjd

⤻ “honey” or “y/n-chan” -he really loves to use ‘honey’ because it sounds like you guys are an old married couple. That’s his goal for your guy’s relationship; being an old married couple!! ‘Y/n-chan’ is only used when you are not giving him enough attention.

⤻ drama queen!!! -PLEASE THIS MAN IS JUST SO OVER THE TOP WITH EVERYTHING!! You won’t give him a kiss? He might actually cry. No hugs in the hallway? He will loudly express how hurt he is. No cuddles at night? Good luck sleeping! He’s so over the top, but you can’t help but to give into his tactics and love him more.

⤻ all-nighter dates>> -he still does take you out on dates during the day time, he just prefers when you stay the night kinda date! On days before matches, he’ll call you to come over. You guys will have tea and cuddle up together, while watching the upcoming rivals matches! Tōru will have his head on your shoulder as he points out the weaknesses of each member after rewatching the clip several times. “Honey are you getting bored of this?” He mumbled out, eyes never leaving the screen. “No baby, I enjoy doing this because you’re with me!” You whispered back, gently pinching his cheek.

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✧ ☽ ✧ ps. I had accidentally deleted my account! So I’m having to rewrite everything! If you had already saw this, then I would appreciate it if you liked it again! T-T

[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 :)

[blueparadis]

▏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.

[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.

[springsmile]

attention <3

[t. oikawa x reader]

18+

descr: his pretty little housewife hasn’t been paying attention :(

cw: disassociation , noncon, smut, overstim (?)

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.

[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.

[noosayog]

[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

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.

--

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.” 

--

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.

[littlegiantposts]

Series of fortunate events

pairing: oikawa tooru x fem!reader

summary: the three times that oikawa tried get your attention, and the one time you noticed.

Question of the day: who’s ur fav haikyuu character? (Comment down below hehe)

a/n: self indulgent as frick and didnt check spelling soooo; reblogs r appreciated!!

Oikawa thought he was smooth with the ladies.

Hell, he even had a fan club that would occasionally bake him his precious milk bread.

He got girls wanting to be with him, and guys wanting to be him.

Oh, but alas, he had his eyes on one girl. Specifically, the girl in his econ class.

And, of course, she didn't give him the time of day.

It's not that you actively ignored Oikawa, you just were preoccupied with other things in your life.

And Oikawa loved that about you. You were so driven and a hard worker yet you made it look easy.

You did things so gracefully, that Oikawa started suspecting you're some kind of angel or something.

And don't get him started on how pretty you were. Iwaizumi has had enough of Oikawa gushing about how beautiful you looked during lunch.

"If you don't confess to her already, I'm so beating your ass, Shittykawa"

"That's not the greatest motivator, you know!"

It's easier said than done, Oikawa thinks.

First attempt.

He would get your coffee order, present it to you, you take notice of his thoughtfulness, and fall in love with him.

Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.

Oikawa noticed that you always had a hazelnut latte when you studied in the library on Mondays.

Don't ask why he knew your routine, he is just in-tune towards his crush that's all.

Definitely not occasionally following you around like a love-sick puppy. Of course not. That would be ridiculously ridiculous.

Oikawa was now walking to the library with two cups of joe in both of his hands.

He was nervous. He felt he might crush the paper cups with how hard he was gripping it.

His heart was beating so damn loud that he couldn't even hear his footsteps and tuned out all the people around him.

He was second-guessing, was this your coffee order? Did he just imagine it? What if you had a change of heart and hated lattes?

He eventually reached the library in the time of overthinking.

The doors to the library were closed, so he was peering in through the small windows to see where you were.

Knowing where you were would make his entrance seem more casual and cool when he eventually would walk up to you.

Boy was planning his whole speech, even a choreographed hair flip.

And, he was mentally preparing himself to look at your pretty face.

Gosh, you were so pretty.

While looking through, he didn't see you at any of the tables. He frowned.

Were you not there? Did you leave early today? If you did, his plans were foiled.

Oikawa felt a pang in his chest at the thought of failing. His shoulders visibly lowered at the depressing thought.

Then, it all happened all at once.

The library's door swung open, revealing you. If Oikawa took a step closer, he would have been hit by the sudden door opening. Simultaneously, a student had bumped into Oikawa's back, pushing him forward.

Your sudden appearance and the bump startled him, loosing his footing, but he was able to not fall on his face.

But, your favorite coffee beverage that was meant for you was now on your white blouse.

Y/n squeaked at the impact, knowing she couldn't really make more noise as she was partially still in the library.

The silence was loud, if that makes sense. Some people nearby were staring at the incident.

Oikawa fixated on the sound of the dripping of the caffeinated beverage.

Oh god, how can you mess up that badly. She probably thinks that you are the biggest dork to ever live.

Oikawa felt sick, like he was going to hurl.

The embarrassment made him look down, not being able to look you in your eyes.

Oikawa was caught up in his head and tuned out your concerned voice.

As much you were the one that coffee dripping from your shirt, you were asking if he was okay as his ears were turning red.

"S-sorry!" and with that, Oikawa sped walk away.

"Ooh, yeah, that's pretty bad" Matsukawa chimed in.

Oikawa blew out air in frustration.

"Have you tried talking to her since?"

"And say what? Hey, I know I spilled coffee on you, but I am practically in love with you so would you mind going on a date with me?" Oikawa indulges the idea.

"Well, at least you're being forward." Iwaizumi adds in.

Oikawa pouts and crossed his arms.

"What about you invite her to one of our practices? Hate to admit it, but girls tend to swoon over you when they watch you play." Iwaizumi offers with a shrug.

Oikawa gasp a the realization as if a light bulb appeared on top of his brown haired head.

"You're right! After watching my clever plays, it would be a piece of cake to sweep her off her feet. As if anyone can resist my charm." Oikawa puts his hands on his hips, chest swelling up with pride.

"Don't make me throw this volleyball at your face."

Attempt 2

Oikawa sat behind you in econ class. He decided to do the classic note passing to ask you to attend one of his practices.

"Hi! I'm sorry about the coffee incident! Would you mind me making up to you by inviting you to one of my volleyball practices?" was written on a piece torn from oikawa's notebook with a small winky face.

Aoba Johsai's volleyball typically didn't have observers/visitors. Other than other schools coming in for skirmages, but for the most part, no one else out of that social circle would be in a practice.

Y/n smiled down at the note as the feeling of warmth spread throughout her chest and face. She quickly jotted down her answer as an easy "yes! I would love to. Thx for the invite!"

The bell rang and Y/n got out of her seat, sending a smile and a wave to Oikawa, "Can't wait!" as she left the class.

To say Oikawa was happy was an understatement.

Overjoyed? Ecstatic? Thrilled? That, times 10.

As soon as you were out of the classroom, he pumped his fist in the air in victory, earning some weird glances from other students.

Oh boy, but he did not care.

He just scored some swooning time from you.

The day of practice arrived.

Oikawa kept making glances at the gym doors every couple minutes.

“She’ll be here, stop worrying or you’ll get gray hair”

Oikawa pouts.

Why weren’t you here yet? Given, it’s only been a couple minutes since school ended, but your last class wasn’t too far from the gym. So, naturally Oikawa worried.

But then, the steel door slides open and your head pops in and looks around, scanning.

Your eyes land on him and he can feel himself immediately standing straighter.

With recognition, you offer a small wave and a cheesy grin.

Oikawa feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest. Gosh, you were adorable.

Oikawa jogs over to your entrance, “Hey! I’m glad you are able to make it!” He admits with a hand behind his head.

“Yeah, definitely. I wouldn’t want to miss a practice of THE seijoh volleyball club, of course” you giggled at your exaggeration.

Oh my god. Your giggle. Oikawa notes to look up some cheesy jokes later, he wants to hear that giggle of yours more.

“Well, well, well look what we have here.”

A voice chimes, approaching the pair. Hanamaki makes his way over.

He pats, or well, slaps, Oikawa's back, making him lurch a bit forward at the impact.

Way to make me look cool, Makki. Oikawa thinks.

“Is this THE y/n that I’ve heard so much about?”

Y/n tilts her head in confusion.

Oh my god, Oikawa feels his heart squeeze. You are too cute.

However Oikawa finally registers what Makki said.

Y/n wasn’t really popular so she was confused, “Who was talking about me?-"

She gets cut off but a tomato Oikawa.

“You are at the top for most of your classes so it makes sense that he’s heard of you. I-I mean there’s not a lot of people who go here so it’s a small world really. ” Oikawa rambles and frantically waves his hand around to change the subject quickly.

As much as Y/n is smart, she is equally dumb in understanding affection.

“Right yeah, that makes sense, I guess.” She shrugs it off, “You guys should probably head over and do your stretches.” Y/n notices that the coach has entered the gym.

The two volleyball looks over and nods their heads in agreement and make their way over. However, there definitely was a slight shove from the brown haired boy to his teammate.

As practice continued, it consisted of a lot of Oikawa showing off and making quick glances at Y/n to make sure she was watching.

Surely enough, she was watching and, of course, she was impressed. At some point Oikawa pulled the cliché of dedicating one of his excellent serves to Y/n, but the cheesiness wasn't enough to not make Y/n blush.

Then, the coach called to do some scrimmages between the team as they could form two whole teams.

Oikawa looked over at Y/n, her eyes cast down at her lap as she was on her phone, texting someone probably.

Cue WorryOikawa. Is she bored? Did I bore her? Does she want to leave? No, that would mess up my plan on walking her home and asking her out. Oikawa pouted that would probably cause him wrinkles in the future.

However, a clever idea popped up in his love-struck head. Oikawa jogged his way over his crush.

Y/n looked up expectantly and put down her phone and smiled. Oikawa could melt into a puddle, for real. His mind goes blank for a hot second.

"What's up?"

Oikawa almost got distracted and forgot about his mission, "Uh, we are going to start a match and I was wondering if you would want to be a line judge?"

"Oh, yeah sure! Sounds like fun."

Oikawa smiled and guided to Y/n where typical line judges stand, explaining her role in the most clear way possible.

Y/n had a simple understanding of volleyball, so she felt like watching where the ball goes won't be too hard. What can go wrong?

Oh, if she only knew.

The match began and both teams were giving it their all. Each time didn't pull forward a lot as the points were always near each other. With every spike, there was a block, then a counter, and repeated.

Then, during a long rally that felt like it was never going to end, Y/n was on the opposite side of where Oikawa's team played, watching the sidelines.

Oikawa sticks to his tried and true by sending a quick toss to Iwaizumi. It was a bit low, but he could make it work.

The opposing team, who was trying to narrow the course of his spikes for the majority of the match finally decided to commit to a three person block, providing immense pressure on the ace.

Y/n looked in awe at how it seemed like Iwaizumi stopped in mid-air.

It happened quite quickly, to be honest. One second, Y/n was staring at the line, but now she was staring at the ceiling of the gymnasium with a stinging feeling on her forehead and the bridge of her nose.

Feeling the pressure of the three person block, Iwaizumi was hoping a nice, sharp line shot, but his aiming was a bit flawed as it hit Y/n straight in her pretty face.

The impact sounded hard.

Y/n felt tears begin as her nose and forehead stung.

Oikawa watched in horror as his blood ran cold. As much as he wasn't the one spiking, it was a ball that he tossed and so he still felt extremely guilty.

He snapped back in reality, when he heard you say an audible "Ow" as you put your hand over where the ball made impact and sat up from the ground.

He ran towards you and noticed your tears.

He felt awful. Making your crush cry isn't something that anyone aims for.

"Are you okay, Y/n? Here, let me take you to the nurse's office."

However, coach was quick to shut down that idea as Oikawa was the setter and one of the important cogs in this well oiled machine.

Instead, coach offered to have one of the second years who were sitting on the sidelines to take Y/n to the nurse.

"But-" Oikawa starts to protest, but finds that refuting will only lead to unnecessary punishment.

The coach ends up calling one of the second years that were on the side lines to bring Y/n to the nurse. Oikawa pouts at the constriction in his chest that makes it hard to breathe.

He was pulled out of his pity party by a slap on his back, which shocked him, but he already knew who it was.

"It's going to be fine. Third times the charm", Iwaizumi reassures his childhood friend.

It's touching, really.

Oikawa has sought girl after girl in the past.

Iwaizumi knows this. He has to deal with the yapping of Oikawa every time he thinks he has found the "love of his life".

Weirdly enough, Oikawa's track record of significant others isn't the greatest. As much as he has many fangirls swarming around him, he tends to fixates on volleyball and disregards time with his partner, resulting in the end of the romantic relationship.

So, you can imagine the confusion on Iwaizumi's face as he watched Oikawa ponder what coffee order he should get to appear "cool" to you.

The amount of effort and time Oikawa is putting in his little profession of love is telling in of itself.

Not to mention, Oikawa doesn't know this, but Iwaizumi shares a class with Y/n and thinks they are really sweet and hardworking. So, he may not look it, but he is rooting for Oikawa and Y/n to get together.

Third attempt.

Flowers and chocolates. What could possibly go wrong? Stripping away all of the fluffy fluff and getting down to the basics.

At least, that's what Oikawa is telling himself.

He awaits for the period before lunch to end, that way, when he professes his love, he is able to either run away to his usual spot or spend a nice, relaxing lunch with his crush.

To ensure productivity, Oikawa practiced running to his locker, grabbing the flowers and chocolates, and calculating the fastest route to your class, so he wouldn't miss you by too much.

Oh, Oikawa. You didn't think about the lunch rush? And, of course, his fan club.

He is breaking a bit of sweat, clutching the flowers like his life depended on it and if he held onto the box of chocolates any tighter, the chocolates would be either crushed or melted.

Nonetheless, he makes it your class and takes a breathe, taking a peek inside. There you were in all your oblivious glory, packing your school bag. Oikawa sighed, you had a half of your hair up with a white bow holding it. Gosh, you were cute.

Oikawa blinked back into reality. He didn't realize the amount of students around him as they were going to their lockers or making their way to the lunchroom.

Oikawa takes a breathe and hyped himself up to talk to you, but he gets interrupted when a small girl with a bento box approaches him. He recognizes her as one of the girls who tends to cheer Seijoh's away matches.

He flashes a smile and says thank you. His eyes keep darting to the girl and Y/n's classroom door, making sure he doesn't miss his chance. He tries to keep the conversation short and simple because he is on the verge of professing his love to his crush.

Much to his dismay, other girls who have also openly claimed to be a part of Oikawa's fan club, makes their way over to him, as they thought this was a perfect opportunity for them to show their support by giving small baked gifts and other such things.

Oh, Oikawa was practically dying inside.

But, the moment he saw your white bow walk outside the classroom, his eyes widened. This is it. He drowned out the others and let out a "Y/n!" in an attempt to get your attention.

Oh, curse the lunch rush because Y/n does not end up turning around to see him, but looks around to see who called her.

Oikawa quickly tries to raise one hand, but the fangirls have formed a circle around him and the array of people walking up and down the halls are not in his favor.

Y/n, however, makes eye contact with Oikawa eventually, and Oikawa feels as if the air has been knocked out of him.

This is it. Y/n smiles at the familiarity, but then she casts her attention to the girls swarming him, and then back to Oikawa.

There's something behind her eyes, but Oikawa can't put his finger on it. But, god, did he just want to make his way towards you.

Y/n sends a tight-lipped smile his way and sends a small wave. She turns away and continues walking down the hall.

Oikawa feels his heart drop to his stomach.

That's it? You were probably already in line for lunch, chatting to one of your friends.

And there was Oikawa, in the hallway, clutching a box of chocolates and flowers that he bought along the way to school, so they were as fresh as possible for Y/n.

The crowd dissipates and Oikawa feels defeated. Maybe the universe just didn't want the two of you together.

Oikawa frowns at the thought. That's just rude, Oikawa curses any superior being above.

So, here is Oikawa, sitting with his almost deflated flowers and more deflated ego with a box of chocolates at a bench, waiting for Iwaizumi to be done in the locker room so they can walk home together.

Oikawa has planned a long rant for his beloved friend.

"You're thinking so hard, I think you might hurt yourself." A voice pipes in that makes Oikawa jump from his angry mental speech.

However, what shocks him more, is the familiarity of the voice.

He daydreams about it too much to not know who it is.

He whips his head to see Y/n there. She turned her head to the side in curiosity to what got the brown haired boy so worked up.

"What's got you thinking so hard?" Y/n plops down next to him.

Oikawa saw this ironic opportunity and ran with it.

He took a deep breathe, "So, there was this girl..." and told his whole ordeal with all his attempts.

You listened to all of it with care and attention.

"Well, if you just tell her all the trouble you went through, I'm sure she would understand and give you a chance" Y/n reasons.

How ironic.

"You know, you're right. Will you go out with me?" What has he got to lose?

Now, Y/n has officially short circuited.

"Wait, what?!"

"Will you do me the honor of taking you out?"

"Me?! I'm the girl?"

"Yeah, you were." Oikawa shys away a bit.

"So, those flowers and chocolates are", a short pause, "mine?"

"Yeah, they are" he answers.

Y/n looks at him with a look of sincerity and a smidge of disbelief at how sweet the boy in front of her.

She looks at his eyes, then down at his lips and thinks, why not?

Y/n kisses the boy she has been crushing on since forever.

"So, is that a yes?" Oikawa presumes.

"Hmm, I'll think about it." She answers with a cheeky smile.

[randomgoosegame]

Study Session

Request - Would it be fine with oikawa x older reader, not really old, like 1-2 years, could it be smut with fluff where both the reader and oikawa are dom

Disclaimers/Warnings - smut, friends to lovers, Oikawa is a cutie,

You and Oikawa had been great friends for the past few years due to your shared friend group and you both living in the same housing complex. You were a year older then him but you both were still practically best friends.

Thursday nights you two would get together and have a small movie/study night were you two watched cheesy old movies and helped each other with homework.

This particular Thursday night you and Oikawa had decided on takeout for dinner while you both worked on science at your house. Oikawa texted you earlier stating he would be coming over around 7:00 after volleyball practice. It was currently 6:25 and you had hopped in the shower to kill a little time.

Finishing practice a bit earlier then expected, Oikawa quickly washed up at his apartment then headed over to yours. You had just stepped out of the shower when Oikawa arrived.

"Hey Y/N-chan." Oikawa called out to you as he entered the small apartment.

"Hey Tooru! Ill be out in a bit. Feel free to get anything you want." You called out to him from the bathroom.  You looked around the bathroom and discover that you had forgotten a spare change of clothes. You rolled your eyes at your forgetfulness and rapped a towel tightly around your body.

You exit the bathroom and shiver at the temperature drop. You yawn and look over at Oikawa as he stared at you from the kitchen. You blush lightly and raised a brow at him in a frozen state.

"I- I forgot my clothes." You said shyly feeling dumb. He adverted his gaze and chuckled rubbing the back of his head.

"W-weirdo." You giggle and disappeared into your room. You were oblivious to how Oikawa's eyes lingered on your thighs.

You came out of your bedroom a few minutes later fully clothed and using the towel you previously had to dry your hair. Oikawa was in your living room scrolling through movies on your tv.

"See anything good yet?" You plop down onto the couch next to him and place your feet on his lap.

"Ive already have one picked." He smiled sisterly at you and you raised a brow at him.

"What movie?"

"Its a surprised for after we finish our work." Oikawa smirked and patted your shins. You groan and grabbed the things you both would need.

Oikawa watched you from over his phone. He was trying to order dinner for you both but kept getting distracted by the way your shirt rode up over your thighs. Oikawa looked away quickly and ordered the food as you made your way back to the futon.

"The usual for you right?" Oikawa asked. You hummed in approval and start working. Oikawa fallowed soon after the food was ordered.

Oikawa and you did work and studied for few hours before the food had arrived. Which then you both ate and started to watch the movie Oikawa picked out.

Due to the coldness of your apartment, you were snuggled up between Oikawa's legs with your head on his stomach. Oikawa was thankful for the blanket that was draped over your exposed legs and he was able to concentrate on the move for the most part.

Well untill the protagonist and his girlfriend were shown in a very intimate make out session that didn't look like they were stoping soon. Oikawa gulped and you felt him tense under you.

A evil smile spread across your face and you crawled up Oikawa's body so you were straddling his lap. Oikawa's eyes snapped up to yours and they grew large.

"What are you doing..." He gulped and his finger tips brushed your leg before it was quickly pulled away.

"Im bored Tooru." You whine.

"W-we can finish our work." Oikawa said looking to the movie.

"Mmm, I was thinking something else." You hummed placing your hands on Oikawa's chest. He shivered and a dark blush grew on his face.

"What were you thinking?" Oikawa recovered from his flustered state for a moment.

"Lets play a game." You hum skimming your fingers down his chest. Oikawa watched your hands move lower and lower. You giggle and start to tickle his sides. Oikawa shrieked and tried to squirm away from you.

"Hahaha!" You stoped and laughed looking at the glare on his face.

"Thats it!" Oikawa huffed and pushed you off his lap to the other side of the futon.

"Tooru?" You frowned your brows in confusion.

"Why do you constantly have to tease me?" Oikawa growled pinning you to the futon with his body. You tried to squirm out of his grasp.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Ohh don't play the innocent card. Coming out here in just a towel. Not to mention that little stunt you just pulled." Oikawa had hid eyes narrowed at you. Your face flushed and you hid your face in your hands. Oikawa scuffed and yanked your hands away.

"Oh but now you shy away from me."

"I- I..." Oikawa rolled his eyes and dove down to connect your lips together. You gasp but start to kiss back feverishly. Oikawa moaned as your hands slide to his hair and tug on the soft strands.

Oikawa pressed his body harder agents yours drawing a moan from you. His hands roam up and down your body groping you as he went.

"T-Tooru!" You blush as he squeezed your thighs.

"Dont tell me you want to stop now after you got me all hot and bothered." Oikawa whined and pressed his bulge against your heat.

"No! I- please don't stop Tooru." You buck your hips up agents Oikawa letting out a moan. Oikawa hissed softly and grinded into your core making you let out another moan.

You reached for Oikawa's shirt and pulled it over his head. Your hands trail up and down his sides as you begin to trail kissed along his jaw and down his neck. You lightly bit down on Oikawa's shoulder when he gyrated his member against you and was surprised to hear a moan from him.

"Oh? Didn't take you for the kinky type Tooru." You giggle and look at his flushed face.

"Shut up." He grumbled and pulled your shirt over your face but not taking it off.

"Such a tease. Im guessing no panties either." Oikawa growled and squeezed your unclothed breasts. You shiver and arch your back as he dragged his tongue around your nipple then blew on it.

"Tooru!" You giggled and finish pulling your shirt off your body. Oikawa's chest rumbled with a chuckle as he started to pull and tweak your nipples.

Your hands run along his chest and down to his abdomen. You fallowed the curve of his stomach to the waistband of his pants. You look at Oikawa to find that he's already watching you.

You bite your lip and unbutton Oikawa's pants enough to slip your hand into his boxers where you start to palm his length. Oikawa moaned and his hips bucked into your hand.

"Stop teasing me its non stop with you." You giggle and run your thumb over the head of his cock. You draw a throaty moan from the man above you as you jerk your wrist at a steady pace.

"W-wait stop." Oikawa removed your hand from his pants and took a deep breath.

"You ok?" You run your thumb across his flushed cheek.

"Yeah i just don't wanna cum yet." Oikawa chuckled breathlessly and pressed a kiss to your cheek

"Can we move to the bedroom? Its cold out here." You run your fingers though his hair. Oikawa nodded and smiled, picking you up by your thighs. You giggle and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

You pepper kisses along his face as Oikawa carried you to your room. He set you on the bed and crawled between your legs again. Oikawa placed a trail of sloppy wet kisses between your breasts and down to the waistband of your shorts.

He slowly pulled them down your legs. You lifted your hips allowing him to pull them off easier. Oikawa sat back on his haunches and looked down at you with hunger.

"Your so pretty Y/N." Oikawa moaned out and bit his lip.

"Quit staring, its weird." You giggle and pull him back down to you. You tangle your hands into Oikawa's hair and latch yourself onto his lips. You draged your tongue across his lower lip and then bit down on it.

Oikawa moaned into your mouth and slid his hands down your body. You fumbled to pull down Oikawa's pants as his hand pressed over your mound and he put pressure on your clit.

"T-Tooru!" You squeal and arch you back pressing your boobs to his chest.

"Shh sweetheart I've got you." Oikawa cooed in your ear and kicked off his pants. His fingers explored the folds of your cunt, pressing into your heat slightly. You watched as Oikawa slid down your body so his head was between your legs and he was eyeline with your vagina.

"Your so wet." Oikawa groaned and bit his lip. You whimper as Oikawa swiped a finger over your entrance.

"Don't tease me Tooru." You whine and you buck your hips, searching for more friction.

"No, this is payback for earlier." Oikawa grumbled and started sucking hickeys on your thigh while he slowly pumped his fingertip in and out of you.

"Tooru please." You cried out and writhe under his harshly slow pace. Oikawa kept the pace but slipped another finger into your sopping cunt stretching you out. Oikawa drove his fingers deeper into you and pulled a moan from your chest.

"You look so pretty like this. All hot and bothered because im not giving you what you want." Oikawa chuckled and continued to push you to the edge but careful not to push you over it just yet.

"S-so cruel Tooru." You huffed and lift your hips trying to ride his fingers. Catching on Oikawa slapped your thigh and pinned you down with his free hand. You whine but it was sharply cut off with a moan as Oikawa thrusted another finger into you.

"You know you love it." And you did, you loved every second of it as long as it was him. Oikawa's fingers slipped out of you making you groaned in protest at the loss of contact.

You watched with parted lips as Oikawa cleaned your slick off his fingers. He smirked catching your stare and went out of his way to put on a show for you.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Oikawa joked. You rolled your eyes with a smile and pulled him up to your lips. You moaned softly into his mouth as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

"Shut up and fuck me already Tooru." You hissed and nipped at his lip once again.

"Yes ma'am." Oikawa snickered and kicked off his boxers before crawling back up the bed to you.

"You still on the pill?" Oikawa asked before pushing some hair out of your face. You nodded and wrapped your arms across his shoulders to play with his hair.

"Good girl." He cooed and chuckled as your face turned a bright shade of red. Oikawa dove in for a kiss but you pushed on his chest stoping him. His brows furrowed in confusion making you giggle.

"I wanna see your face." You blink up at him and he lets out a quiet moan.

"Your gonna kill me saying stuff like that princess." Oikawa rested his forehead on yours as your giggled. Oikawa smiled and pecked your lips before leaning back so you could see him.

Oikawa reached between your two bodies and dragged his member through your folds, using your arousal as lubricant. You both moan together as Oikawa's head pushed into your entrance.

"Your so tight Y/N." Oikawa said breathlessly and pushed further into you. Your nails dug into Oikawa's shoulder blades and whined when he bottomed out. Oikawa groaned and twitched inside you as your walls clamped around him.

"Tooru you can move now." You lean up to peck his cheek. Oikawa nodded and pulled out just so that his tip was in. He  pushed himself back in so your pelvic bones were flush with each other.

You moan and buck your hips up into his. Oikawa moaned and held you flush to his chest. You rolled your hips against Oikawa's as he thrusted into you causing him to press deeper in you. Oikawa pulled you up so that you straddled his lap.

Your hands rest on Oikawa's cheeks as you pulled him into a deep kiss. His tongue instantly slides into your mouth and intwines with your own. The kiss was all tongue and moans as you bounced on his cock.

"You feel so good baby." Oikawa said as he snapped his hips up into yours matching your pace. Oikawa wrapped his arms around your waist like he was hugging you. Oikawa used his arms to pull you down harder on his member.

Your yelped and moan loudly as he pressed into your g-spot with each thrust. Your breasts were pushed flush with Oikawa's chest making your nipples rub against his. Oikawa's mouth latched onto your neck as you clamp around his length.

"M' so close!" You moan arching your back and grinded desperately down onto him.

"Me too baby me too." Oikawa moaned and moved a hand down to your clit and rubbed tight circles over the bundle of nerves. You whine loudly and clamp harder onto him as you came hard.

A throaty moan came from Oikawa as your slick walls rippled around him causing his orgasm. Oikawa kept thrusting to prolong both your orgasms. You collapsed against his chest and panted softly when you both stilled.

Oikawa peppered kisses across your face making you giggle and lean back away from him. You lay back on the bed and stretch your arms above your head. Oikawa slipped out of you and laid beside you on the bed. You frowned at the loss of contact between the two of you but giggled when Oikawa pulled you into his sweaty chest.

"Tooru your all sweaty." You whine trying to pull away. Oikawa pulled you tighter against him and kissed your shoulder.

"You are too Y/N." He chuckled.

"Leme take another shower before I fall asleep." You try once again to move away but were still trapped. You sigh and run your fingers through his hair.

"You can join me." You whispered in his ear. You giggle as Oikawa responded immediately and lifted you up. He carried you off to the bathroom as the night continued with another round.

[mavrintarou]

[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.

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[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.

.

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.

.

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.

.

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.”

.

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.”

.

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.”

.

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.

.

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.

.

“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.

.

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.

.

“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.

Credits to the rightful owner.

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