#u have a tag now tooru

[the-haikyuu-trash]

OIKAWA TOORU || happy birthday

in which oikawa got drunk and he forgot what his girlfriend looks like

word count : 749

tags : suggestive (?) , fluff , female reader , she/her pronouns, timeskip!oikawa, alcohol mentions, alcohol consumption

a/n : i have… 100 plus followers omg guys— thank u sm! (Is it because of the last post i made) i hope i get to interact with you guys more IF ONLY IK HOW TO RESPOND IN A SIDE BLOG ahhh <3 im suppose d to publish this on his birthday but i got lazy— happy birthday oikawa!

Oikawa couldn’t remember when was the last time he got really drunk but it feels like a very long time now that this time it feels like it was his first. The alcohol surging through his veins, anything from his point of view is blurry, the light of the party seems dimming and his body feels heavy with every step he takes.

Ah! Right, it’s his birthday and his highschool volleyball teammates planned to celebrate this special occasion is by dragging him to the club. It was fun, at first at least but now, there’s nothing more he wants but to go home… he swears he’s forgetting something—

“Hey baby,” a hand grabbed his arm and Oikawa suddenly jolted up awake, head is still in pain but he made an effort to look at the blurry woman in front of him. “You look like you’ve had your fun, c’mon, let’s get you home—“

“Don’t— don’t touch me.” He croaks out, prying his arm away from this unfamiliar (somehow familliar) woman in front of him, he looked away from her, looking at everything but her. “I have a girlfriend.” Oikawa prides in himself that he’s not a cheater like everybody paints him to be (absolutely loving the surprise look sent to his way when they find out they’re six years together.) and the bruenette would rather die if he lost the woman he loves with all his heart. The woman distanced herself, hand coming up to a mock defense, he turned his head to look at her and could see her red painted lips turned to a cheeky smile as she tilts her head to the side. “Oh yeah?” She mused. “What does your girlfriend looks like?”

Almost like an instinct, he reached out for his phone and opened the small device in his hand, the picture of a beautiful woman wearing silk pajamas, hair is all a mess and she’s eating messily of a cup noodle, looking innocently at the camera came to his view. God he loves this picture of his love so much that even in his drunken state a warm honest smile made it’s way to his lips.

“Here!” He boasted, pushing the phone to the woman to make her look at the lockscreen. “That’s—“ he stops, burping because of the alcohol before continuing; “that’s my girl!”

“I—“ she started, he could painstakingly make out her appearance slowly. “I told you to delete that picture, Tooru!”

Oikawa Tooru blinks. Again and again. Until his view became clearer slowly. Then it clicks, his breath knocked out of his chest to see his beautiful girlfriend wearing the dress he brought out for her, looking absolutely gorgeous and he swears this is the best birthday gift he could ever ask for.

“My baby.” He cooed, tucking back his phone in the pocket of his jeans and his hands finds her waist, pulling her close to him and immediately (Name) wraps her arm around his neck, a beaming smile sent to his way and his day suddenly ten times more special. He pressed his lips to her soft ones. “My one and only.” Another kiss to her nose. “My love of my life.” Another kiss to her jaw and (Name) couldn’t help but giggle at his affections.

Oikawa hummed, burrying his head to the crook of her neck, swaying slowly at the music with her. “I’m so happy you’re here with me.” He murmurs, wanting nothing more but to be in her arm in this moment. “I’m such a lucky man—“ he whines, feeling dramatic because of the alcohol but (Name) knows better, her man is always dramatic every single day. “you have no idea.”

“I love you too.” (Name) responds, a giddy smile om her lips and before Oikawa could even respond to her, he feels like throwing up that he pulls away, afraid staining her dress because he didn’t drank responsibly and whines. “I just wanna make out with you in the middle of the dance floor, baby.”

“I know, but how about a better idea and finish whatever plan you have for us back home?” (Name) suggested with a teasing smirk and Oikawa loves her and her ideas.

Somewhere in the corner of the club…

The three looked at eachother, Makki sent a cheeky look at the two and Matsukawa grinned.

“Oikawa’s getting it tonight—“

“Alright!” Iwaizumi slammed down his drink and point at the two with a knowing look. “How about you two get your asses out there and get a girlfriend, hm?”

[gummygowon]

WIP CHALLANGE -> TAG GAME

rules : post the name of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

tagged by : @thelargefrye

tagging: @i-luvsang @kpdlvr2 + no pressure to do this! this lowk took ages so i understand if y'all wanna skip this

note: i actually have so many drafts this took so long omfg someone pls ask about any one of them osndlajsdlkfadf

starting from my latest drafts!

✰ bow down | jeong yunho

-> medieval au, fluff, smut, angst, childhood best friends to lovers (???), princess/queen!y/n x knight/commander!yunho

✰ gotcha | jeong yunho

-> idol au, smut, established relationship,

✰ untitled #1 | kang yeosang

-> university au, fluff, friends (ish) to lovers, tutor!yeosang x stressed out!reader lmfao

✰ dino doodles | kang yeosang

-> university au, fluff, strangers to lovers, meet cute

✰ untitled #2 | choi san

-> non-idol au, established relationship, smut

✰ right now? | kim hongjoong

-> idol au, dad!hongjoong x pregnant!reader, fluff, slight crack ✰ untitled #3 | choi san

-> set in the ateez universe (based off bouncy mv), smut, boxer!san x afab reader, established relationship

✰ rocky | kang yeosang

-> boxer au, angst, smut, friends with benefits to ?, boxer!yeosang x reader

✰ boo! | jung wooyoung

-> paranormal au, slight crack/fluff, smut, ghost!wooyoung x college student!reader

✰ monday | jeong yunho

-> idol au, fluff, maybe smut? (i forgot where i was going with this), established relationship

✰ 9:08pm | park seonghwa

-> non-idol au, fluff, established relationship

✰ now you see me | jeong yunho

-> non-idol au, pwp, smut, pervneighbor!yunho x reader

✰ ateez during finals week!

-> university au, fluff and crack

✰ they're playing basketball? | jeong jaehyun

-> university au, fluff, crack, campus crush!jaehyun x reader, jaehyun might be a frat boy idk

✰ surprise? | choi yeonjun

-> non-idol au, fluff, slight crack, established relationship

✰ c u girl | kang yeosang

-> university au, meet cute, fluff, skater!yeosang x homesick!reader, strangers to lovers

✰ side quests | choi san

-> mafia/spy au?, angst, slight fluff, smut?, agent!san x agent!reader

✰ group projects | jung wooyoung

-> university au, smut, pwp, popular!wooyoung x virgin!reader

✰ daily trips to barnes and nobles | song mingi

-> non-idol au, meet cute, slight angst, fluff, kind of single dad!mingi x bookstore keeper!reader, strangers to lovers

✰ chasing butterflies | kang yeosang

-> non-idol au, childhood best friend to lovers, angst, fluff

note: i am getting tired of typing this all out but i'm giving y'all only titles now lskjlasjdlfad

✰ 2:07am | choi jongho ✰ iced americano | choi jongho ✰ don't stop | kim hongjoong ✰ everything is better in paris | park seonghwa ✰ racer san | choi san (they will be a better title i swear) ✰ spider-man no way home | jeon jungkook ✰ trick or treat? | jeong yunho ✰ untitled #4 | choi san ✰ popsicle buddies | park seonghwa ✰ 5:46pm | jung wooyoung ✰ surprise! ✰ snow day | jeong yunho ✰ stargazing | jeong yunho ✰ cafe | tooru oikawa -> omg do any of you remember my anime era lolz

[obliqueophidian-blog]

a quick doodle for u ! :-0 the file name is token gays.png

( cRIES??? tEARS?? ALMOST FALLS OUT OF CHAIR??? i have been blessed shOU PLS i can’t handle the cute thEY LOOK SO CUTE )

[heyhoneyybunn]

You Take a Love Test !

Characters:  Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Kuroo Tetsuro, Bokuto Koutarou

Warnings: fluff

Feel free to take the test with your fave here -> LOVE TEST Tag me in the results!

| Part one | Part two |

- O I K A W A – T O O R U -

Does the test on your behalf, probably to try and prove that you were a power couple.

Fully confident as he presses ‘calculate’, waits with a small smirk as he watches the percent rise and rise and then…stop.

His eyes bulge widen comically as he shoots you a text to tell you about it, when you don’t give him the response he desires, he turns to his poor unsuspecting friends.

Forces them all to take the test and when they all get better scores than him he gets pouty, especially if they aren’t even in a relationship.

Comes to the conclusion it’s rigged (Like really Oikawa you’re just now figuring this out) and it hates him.

Whines all night and you’re so tired that you’re left with no choice but violence, “I swear Tooru, if you don’t go to sleep, then you’re staying on the couch.”

- I W A I Z U M I – H A J I M E -

This man is unbelievably unbothered about participating in the test, watches all of his friends do it and laughs at Oikawa’s dynamic range of expressions.

He’s eventually forced to do it, grumbling all the way.

But he is pleasantly surprised to see that he got 78% – the highest score in the friend group.

Teases Oikawa cause it’s easy and why would he ever pass up on a free chance to bully him?

You have no clue what had happened that day but you get extra kisses which made you very happy.

- K U R O O – T E T S U R O -

It’s the weekend and the weather outside sucks ass, so you and Kuroo decide to stay home and play some old cartoon games from when you were younger, that’s when you stumble across the gem.

Both do it to reminisce back to the old days.

This nerdy guy starts to explain the logistics of the site and how it literally means nothing no matter what score you get.

Eagerly watches the score increase and as it surpasses 50% you begin to cheer loudly, yelling at the screen.

When it finally stops at 90% he pulls you into his chest sweetly, “Told you baby, there was no doubt in my mind.”

- B O K U T O – K O U T A R O U -

You had done the test on your laptop as after your friend sent you the link for a laugh. To your surprise but utter glee you managed to get a score of 100%.

Although it was small and insignificant, it had a nice impact on your day.

When Bokuto came home from work you asked him to shut your laptop down which was in the living room as you were already tucked into the bed like a little burrito.

Suddenly you hear an all-out girly scream and you can’t quite believe that that sound exited your lover.

“Bo? Are you okay?”

He scrambles back to the bedroom beaming from ear to ear, and begins to talk absolute nonsense, “This is a sign, will you marry me?”

“Bokuto, go to bed.”

He is unbelievably happy about the perfect score, will mention it to anyone and everyone who doesn’t ask. He also loves to make other people take the test and when they get less than 100% he feigns sympathy and says something like, “Well, not every couple can be perfect like me and my baby.”

[megumiya]

→ BONUS, HYBRIDS

pairings. bunny!oikawa x f!reader

synopsis. you never thought having a bunny would be so...pleasurable.

warnings. hybrids!! + pet play + heat cycles + breeding + dry humping + praising + himbo oikawa?

a/n. last drabble for the oikawa week and is super self indulgent sorry sksjs network: @hqintheclub

tagging: @ushiitoji babeee hope u enjoy this in the name of all hybrid boys

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

need help.

that's the only text your pet had learnt to type. it was only supposed to be used in case of emergencies. and that's the same text you now while you were on work. without a second thought, you flew away from your office to your house in hopes the poor little thing is safe.

oikawa was the best bunny you could ever get. he was smart, cute, doting and clean. there was nothing else you could have ask for. it hasn't been much time since you got him and there was something incredibly important that you ignored...heat cycles.

“tooru, where are you, boy?!” you storm into your living room looking for the brunette until the sound of wood creaking catches your attention, leading you to your room.

“tooru?” you whisper before you freeze on the spot. the good thing is that you find him. the bad thing is that you might not be able to walk tomorrow.

(( visual ))

oikawa is sitting on your bed, his broad back facing you showing off his meaty thighs and ass while a pillow is stuffed between his legs.

“ 'm sorry. n-need to,” he barely manages to articulate, blushing furiously at you while giving shallow thrusts into the soft material. “breed.”

sweat is covering his body with a thin sheet making his skin shine and his usual fluffy brown hair stick to his forehead giving him such a ethereal look.

whines and pants spill from his lips all while keeping his gaze on you, “ 'm sorry, 'm sorry beautiful.”

you frown, walking to the bed and brushing his flushed cheek. “don't apologize sweetie,” you mumble before looking at the visible bulge on his underwear and the dark patch on top of it.

you gulp harshly , knowing the too well the weight your next words . “let me help you.”

his ears stand proud and his little tail wiggle excitedly. “princess is gonna let me breed her?!” he asks whit half lidded eyes, a tiny glimmer coming from them.

oikawa was so good looking, sweet and loving with you, how could you possibly deny him? besides, after giving him a bath you couldn't ignore how pretty his cock was. and a part of you was curious about how would it feel inside your tight cunt.

“yes, tooru. you can use me sweetheart.” before you could lay on the bed he was already on top of you m, kissing and kneading your skin, babbling half praises and unfinished love confessions.

“thank you, thank you, thank you.” he whines, trying to get your bra off and failing tremendously because even though he was smart for the average bunny boys, the tight bra you were wearing was too much for his little head.

once your breasts are exposed to him he sucks greedily on your nipples, moaning and drooling on them, sending goosebumps directly to your cunt.

oikawa's heat is getting him desperate, he needs to sink into your warmth now.

“'m gonna give you lots and lots of bunnies.” he promises, mouth full of your tits as he slides his underwear down followed with a relieved sigh. his aching cock slapped against his stomach with a lewd sound and you felt yourself getting wetter.

when his gaze finally meets your drooling pussy his mouth waters and big hearts appear on his chocolate eyes. he could eat you out for hours he thinks but the need to fill that fertile cunt of your was just too strong.

“pretty pussy.” his fingers spread your lips open for him. you hole flutters in anticipation around nothing, only adding to oikawa's excitement. “need to breed it.”

his cock was already wet with his precum making it much easier for him to slide between your soaking folds.

the cute little bunny boy who used to let you dress him with pretty outfits and rested his head on your lap is far too drunk in lust right now. the only thing stuck in his head is the solely want to stuff you full with cum in hopes you make him pretty bunnies, just like him.

you both let out a shaky breath when oikawa finally fill you with his swollen cock, nice and full like every mate should be.

“ 's so warm.” his brain tells him this warmth is perfect for his little ones to grow in and as if it was on cue his hips start moving, slow and steady at first trying to contain the aching urge to fuck you senseless.

“t-tooru! please-” you moan, nails sinking on his pale skin as you push your legs wider, inviting him to reach deeper.

“what? what?” he whines in response, pressing his pecs against your tits, rolling his hips painfully slow, trying to keep the little composure he had left in.

“harder!” oikawa's cock twitches in excitement and fisting the sheets in his hands, he sets a new pace.

“like this, princess? is bunny doing good?” your hands move to his hair, grabbing and twirling his locks as your body jolts forwards.

“yes, yes, good bunny. so good, honey.” oikawa feels his body ten times hotter and thrusts even faster than before, like a true animal.

“we're gonna make such pretty bunnies, princess.” usually such words wouldn't turn you on in the slightest but with the way his cock is brushing your cervix trying to get to your womb, the knot in your belly tightens. “you'll be round and full.”

he moans in your eat and that's all it takes for you to gush down on his dick. your whole body shakes as your buckle your hips up so he could touch that sensitive spot.

“ahhng s-so tight.” he stutters while he spills inside you.

it feels like it's been minutes and you can feel your insides getting filled with the his warm seed, making your mind cloudy and stomach funny.

“i love you, i love you.” oikawa says against your shoulder leaving kisses and small bites to mark you as yours as if cumming and breeding your pussy wasn't enough.

your hand caresses his ears and hair as your body grows numb “love you too, my bunny.”

his weight is crushing you down but your couldn't care less, your bunny was a satisfied and happy. and you probably are carrying a few bunnies yourself but that's something you'll worry about later. once you are done cleaning up yourself and your cute bunny boy.

[cafedanslanuit]

- ̗̀ we drive each other mad but honey that’s what makes us good in bed ̖́-

day twenty-nine overstimulation ft. oikawa tooru [haikyuu!!]

☄  tags/warnings: +18, afab reader + she/her pronouns, post-timeskip, overstimulation, unprotected (wrap it before u tap it pls), light femdom, use of colours as codes for permission (green/red), p w feelings, aftercare!

☄  words: 1.5k

☄  masterlist

Whenever your friends talked to you about make-up, they always described it as emotional. Fights that ended up in tears and, while muttering soft apologies and love promises, kisses turned more and more feverish until they were tearing each other’s clothes off. It was sweet, they said, a celebration that love was more important than whatever they were fighting about.

Make-up sex with Oikawa wasn’t quite like that.

You wouldn’t be able to explain it even if you tried. Yelling that echoed in his bachelor apartment in San Juan, Argentina, was exactly what you expected the minute you caught him rolling his eyes at one of your snarky remarks. Pacing around the room as both of you pointed at each other, your voices raising by the minute. However, only one of you needed to take a step close for your lips to crash as you tugged on the other’s clothes hastily, letting them fall on the floor as you made your way to the bedroom. Or any flat surface, to be honest.

Tonight was no different. A flirty waitress ruined what you thought was going to be a peaceful dinner, and even if a part of you knew Oikawa wasn’t to blame, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him for the rest of the night. You weren’t quite sure what you expected him to do. Of course, you knew flipping her off wasn’t a choice now that he was a public figure, but you couldn’t keep yourself from hating the situation— and hating Oikawa as a consequence.

Maybe it was a jealousy thing. Or maybe it was yet another session of make-up sex. But the screams about being tired of girls fawning over him and Oikawa’s defence inevitably led you to the bedroom once again. He alleged you knew what you were getting into when you started dating him as you took off his shirt. ‘I didn’t even flirt back!’ he sneered as you pushed him on the bed.

“What do I have to do, huh?” he playfully whined, caressing your thighs. “If you’re jealous, then just say so, honey.”

You glared at him.

“I mean, I know you’re crazy about me but—”

“Tooru.” Oikawa looked up at you, a smug smile still on his face. “Shut up.”

Oikawa’s shit-eating grin didn’t last long. The moment you got rid of the rest of your clothes and you sank down on him, he was a goner. He moaned as you rode him, one hand grabbing the headboard to balance yourself. His fluffy brown hair was pointing in every direction, while his trembling hands did their best to hold your thighs.

It didn’t take long until he was shuddering, coming inside you with a loud whine, his fingertips digging on your flesh. You slowed down, smiling as you watched your boyfriend’s chest rise up and down as he tried his best to catch his breath.

“Shit, baby,” he panted, passing his hand through his hair. “If every time you get jealous you’re gonna—”

“I’m not done,” you replied, a smug smile on your face. You almost laughed at the way Oikawa’s eyes widened at your words. Your hips started moving slowly again, not stopping at the small whimpers leaving his lips.

“It’s— it’s sensitive I’m—” he hissed. “I literally just came.”

“Colour?”

You stopped as you watched intently your boyfriend debate his options for a couple of seconds.

“Green.”

It’s all you need to start moving your hips again. You pulled away from him almost all the way to sink yourself back down. It was easy to move as both of you were still drenched with Oikawa’s previous release. He threw his head back, one of his hands closing on the sheets and the other still on your thigh.

Your hands slide across his lean chest, feeling his muscles jump under your touch. He raises his head to lock eyes on you, brown eyes looking darker than ever as you drive him closer to his second orgasm.

“Fuck,” he whimpered. “Fuck— you’re— you’re gonna make me— too much, it’s too much.”

Leaning over his body, you ghost your lips over his, pulling away when he tries to kiss you. Your hips quickened their pace as he desperately tried to kiss you. You chuckled against his breath, making him grab your waist tightly as a last attempt to get you to kiss him.

Oikawa’s ragged breathing and high-pitched whines let you know he was close, so you cave. You let him crash his lips against you, and it was enough to send him over the edge for the second time. You swallowed his moans gladly, loving how his body shook underneath you.

He broke the kiss and he let his head fall on the mattress with a soft thud. His pretty pink lips were parted as he tried to catch his breath once more. His whole body felt on fire, burning from all the extreme sensations you were always so willing to introduce him to. Oikawa could feel his cum dripping from you, mixed with his previous release. At any time, he would have brought the two of you to take a shower, yet he didn’t believe his muscles were strong enough to deal with that now.

“You’re so pretty,” you sighed, resting your chin on his chest. He looked down at you, and you were staring at him with an enamoured gaze. “And you always take it so well.”

Your words filled his chest with pride.

“Well, of course,” he huffed, sliding his hands up and down your sides. “I can take whatever you give me, baby.”

“So you could take another one?”

His hands stop.

“What?”

“I’m sure you could come again. Especially if it’s for me, right?” you smiled. You brushed your nose against his cheek and then pressed a kiss on his jaw.

“I can’t— fuck, princess, you know I love you but—”

“Colour?” you asked, leaving small kisses across his neck. You noticed Oikawa swallowing before he answered.

“Green.”

You sucked a patch of skin on the base of his neck, leaving a pretty little mark.

“If you love me, you’ll take one more, right? You’d do it for me?” Your voice was sweet and candid, a sharp contrast to the way you were already rutting against him, his overstimulated cock feeling too much at the same time.

Oikawa was smart enough to know you were trying to prove something to yourself rather than him. And while in any other situation he would have endlessly teased you about it, his mind was begging him not to do anything that would disrupt this high of pleasure he was experimenting with. The bridge between pleasure and pain was nothing but a blurry line that he didn’t want to revise.

He could feel your heavy breath against his skin as you fucked yourself on his cock. He ran one of his hands across your back and he listened to you moaning at the tender contact. He bucked his hips up, trying and failing to meet your rhythm, yet he didn’t care anymore. Putting a hand over your head that was still buried on his neck, he moaned your name and threaded his fingers on your hair, pulling slightly.

The friction between your clit and his pelvis thanks to the new position was driving you closer and closer to your edge. Oikawa’s name left your lips as you moved your hips in a frenetic rhythm, feeling yourself getting drunk on his pretty little moans and the way his other arm was now circling your waist.

Against both your predictions, you were the first to come undone, and the feeling of your walls spasming around him made Oikawa follow you as well. After a moment, you carefully removed yourself from him and rolled down the bed, lying next to him. Your chest rose up and down as you tried to catch your breath, your entire body still tingling.

“Fucking little sex demon you are,” he huffed, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Wasn’t too much, right?” you asked, turning your head until you met his brown eyes.

“I mean, yeah— but in a good way.”

You nodded and leaned forward to press a kiss on the bridge of his nose.

“We should take a shower,” you commented, as you felt how sticky your thighs were. To your surprise, Oikawa chuckled.

“Yeah, don’t think I can do that right now.”

“Showering?”

“Standing up.”

You snorted, and you laughed mixed with Oikawa in the dim lighting of your bedroom. You sat up on the bed and sighed, stretching your neck to the side.

“Then let me grab something to clean us up.”

A hand closing on your wrist stopped you from getting off the bed. You turned to Oikawa, raising an eyebrow.

“You do know I love you, right?” His voice was soft, without any of his usual playful tone. “Only you,” he added, making you smile.

“I love you too, Tooru,” you replied, leaning down on the bed again.

You pressed your lips against his, a chaste kiss letting you feel the sweetness of his words on your tongue.

“Only you.”

[frogtanii]

memories were a fickle thing. oikawa was never one to dwell on the past but recently, that’s all he’d been doing.

ever since most of the house suddenly... removed themselves from meiko, tooru had had more time on his hands than ever before.

he filmed his videos, maybe went to go pester iwaizumi a bit (when he didn’t have his hands full with management), and then waited for that one day a week where he got to let loose for a bit and drop his inhibitions.

kyōtani and yahaba were the best companions for the job — kyō was intimidating and mean looking which scared away any creeps and yahaba tended to be funny and sarcastic which alleviated any possible tension that could’ve crept up.

all in all, they were a great trio, perfect for distracting one another from whatever was going on in their lives.

of course, they had to deal with kyōtani’s inadvertent panty-dropping but with a couple of snide remarks from tooru and yahaba, they were golden.

oikawa enjoyed his time with them, because when he was out there, in the club surrounded by his friends and other drunk, sweaty people, he didn’t have to think. he didn’t have to remember.

he didn’t have to think about why meiko seemed to be so keen with his best friend and not him. he didn’t have to remember the countless times he cried himself to sleep because he just wasn’t good enough, why wasn’t he ever good enough??

but now, the object of his pain and inferiority was coming with him, invading his last safe haven where she didn’t exist. his escape door was closing and as dramatic as he felt, he knew that this would be the end of something, something he genuinely cared about.

tooru sighed, his eyes falling upon his face in the mirror. he looked great (obviously), but something akin to regret and fear swam in his brown orbs.

ugh. that’s so not what he was going for. more glitter?

of course, the answer is always more glitter. digging through his makeup drawer, oikawa pulled out one of his more extensive (and expensive) eyeshadow palettes along with his blending brush and opened it up, spreading a hefty amount of turquoise glitter across his eyelid.

a loud knock sounded at his door, jolting his hand and sending a streak of pigment smearing across his cheek. “fucking hell,” tooru muttered, placing the brush and eyeshadow down before opening his bedroom door.

out in the hall stood meiko, clad in a way too short, way too slutty, hot pink dress, uneven fishnets, and 6 inch stilettos that she could barely walk in.

internally, oikawa was cringing at the foundation crumbling by her bright red lipstick and the concealer flaking around her black eye but he kept it together, too tired to deal with her bitching about his response to her appearance.

instead he stepped aside to let her into his room, her eyes trailing all over his (clearly superior) outfit as she stumbled into the doorway.

“is that what you’re wearing?” oikawa suppressed his eye roll at the question as he nodded, moving back towards his mirror to wipe off the stray glitter from his cheeks.

meiko scoffed, plopping down on his bed like she owned it while running a hand through her tacky extensions. “okay but isn’t the glitter a bit... much? like, you aren’t gonna get girls that way,” she tittered, tapping her acrylics on tooru’s 800 thread count bedsheets. “like, i love the lgbt or whatever but you look like super gay.”

oikawa tensed in front of the mirror for a split second before reaching down and grabbing his lipgloss just to spite her. “oh do i? funny how i just happen to be a member of the lgbt or whatever and just so happen to also be attracted to men. funny how that turns out, huh?”

he could hardly keep the venom out of his voice, earning him another annoyed scoff and an eye roll. “i said no offense.”

no, you didn’t, tooru thought, but he didn’t bother voicing this, knowing that in the end it didn’t matter. he could never be just the guy she wanted (macho, tall, big arms *cough cough* iwaizumi) and to be frank, he was kind of tired of trying.

“are you ready to go?” he asked, pulling on a couple rings and throwing on his chains and necklaces. a quick glance over to miss newborn deer revealed her picking her thong out of her ass and he internally groaned.

this was going to be hell.

“this is hell!” oikawa yelled over the music to his two companions while meiko was conveniently lost to the bathroom — something about needing to “refresh her smell” before meeting kyōtani.

yahaba gave him a concerned look while kyō made an understanding hum, gazing out onto the dance floor with his drink in his heavily tattooed hands.

if kyōtani wasn’t one of his best friends and unfortunately entirely straight, oikawa would’ve definitely hit that and he completely understood why meiko wanted to but kyō was a hard nut to crack. he rarely took women from the club home with him because although he didn’t seem like it, he was a hopeless romantic, a sucker for domesticity and a ring on a finger.

tooru was once like that, long before meeting meiko. he wanted to be with someone he was comfortable with, who he didn’t have to worry about anything with so he could just focus on the little things but as time went on, he became more and more cynical.

everyone who wanted to be with oikawa, wanted to do so for his looks or his fame and once he finally found someone who he thought would actually be the one, she was pulled away to be with other people (he wasn’t enough to keep her).

“hey,” kyōtani’s gruff voice knocked tooru out of his thoughts, kyō’s hand coming to rest on his shoulder. “you think too much. stop.”

oikawa couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face, earning him a small smile from his fuzzy headed friend. kyō was a man of few words but he always knew exactly what to say to get tooru out of his head.

a gift, truly.

actually this whole place, these people were gifts and he wasn’t going to allow meiko, the wicked bitch of the west, take it away from him. not if he had anything to say about it.

besides, if anyone could crush meiko’s spirit, it would be none other than kyōtani kentarou.

℗ poker face

a gift, truly

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[rrazor]

hq boys post wisdom teeth extraction

tags: fluff, soft boyfies lol

kuroo tetsurou wakes up and immediately the first thing he tells the professionals around him is that he wants to see his girlfriend because he knows you’re waiting for him and “i love her so much 🥺🥰" he says it a few more times and everyone laughs at how doped up he is both from the drugs and you. when you walk in to take notes on how to take care of him afterwards, he just stares at you as he holds you hand with the SOFTEST LOOK on his face like 🥺😍☺️❤️💕💖💝🥺🥰💖💝☺️

tetsu cannot stop looking at you and u almost have to plead with him to watch where’s he walking like tetsu pls we don’t wanna have to come back to get your front teeth done sweetie 🅱️lease!!!!!! other than that he is pretty easy to reason with it as long as you promise to kiss every part of his face once in a particular order and if u mess up, unfortunately, you’ll just have to start over again sigh it makes his heart go ���💥💥

bokuto kuroo offers to drive him back home and brings you along to support and comfort him. he helps kou get into the back with you but he refuses and goes “kuroooooo, she’s too pretty, I dun wanna sit next to her ☹️” LMFAO kuroo rolls his eyes and just sits him down and buckles him in despite his protests HA

kou is super nervous and keeps looking over you when he thinks you aren’t looking like 🥺😊 and you decide to play along and ask him how he’s feeling and if he’s in pain and he shakes his head and goes “‘m okay, you’re really pretty though 🥺😍” kuroo snorts in the front seat and you’re trying rlly hard to not laugh at how cute he is so you take his hand and kou lit rally thinks he’s gonna pass out when you call him handsome and ask him out before kissing his cheek. he starts crying as he says things like “kuroo!!!! the pretty girl is my girlfriend now!! 🥺❤️😭💖💕😭😭🥳”

akaashi you’re already by his side by the time he wakes up but he doesn’t remember jack so he goes “hello, have u seen my girlfriend? she looks just like you. can u tell me if u see her? I would like to see her—she’s my everything 😊🥰” UGGHH KISS HIIMMM

he doesn’t remember who you are until the medication wears off but you manage to convince him that you’re gonna take him to his girlfriend so you can take him home 💀 and he spends the whole car ride really pretty quiet until you ask him why he’s so fidgety and then he softly tells you “i… can’t wait to see my girlfriend 🥺🥰💕 she said we’d go on an ice-cream date after🍦i hope she’s not mad that it’s been so long 🥺❤️💗” AHDHJANAA like a little happy babyyyy 🥺😭

oikawa tooru’s procedure finishes earlier than expected and has a dental hygienist watching over him as they wait for you and for some reason he starts to sing, but it’s really out of tune because of all the cotton in his mouth and the dental hygienist is just standing there, taking it. you can hear him down the hall as you walk into his room and he’s so excited to see you!!! “did you hear me sing for you, babe? i didn’t want you to get lost in this maze 🥺🥰” “yes, i did, tooru, tysm you don’t have to sing anymore 😊😇💕”

tries to pull you into his lap as the dentist goes through the aftercare procedures and whines “pleasssseeeee, it huuurrrrrttttts i just want cuddddlllleesssss 😭☹️🥺💕” you opt to sit on the edge of the chair as he buries his head in your back 🥰

iwaizumi YOU try to flirt with hajime because he doesn’t remember that you’re his girlfriend and he’s all like stop!!! i have a girlfriend! 😡 AHAHA so you decide to ask him about his lovely girlfriend and he gets the softest smile on his face omggg and he starts going on about how hardworking you are ❤️, determined 💘, beautiful 💖, how nice you smell 😳

when you tell him its you he doesn’t believe you!!! like stop u r trying too hard, stranger!!! 😠 It’s not until you bring up a photo of yourselves and stick it next to your face does he go all soft again like babe i missed you 🥺 there was this weirdo trying to flirt with me, i’m so glad you’re here 🥰 and you tell him that the weirdo was you and he’s like “no, you’re better than that” LMFAAOO THANKS HAJIME 😭

matsukawa his mom is there to pick the two of you up and he’s holding your hand as he turns to you, super concerned and goes “babe, we forgot my teeth 😞” HWJJCKWJSJEF 💀 he’s all pouty and its sooooooo cute LMFAO WHAT DID HE THINK A REMOVAL WAS??? but you play it cool and squeeze his hand and say “i didnt forget you though 😊” he nods like a little kid and says “yeah” and tries to pull you into his lap so that you can cuddle but his mom is right there and you’re tryna be a good passenger and stop him from unbuckling your seatbelt: issei, we can cuddle when we get home!!!!

this giant dude just looks at you all 🥺 and BEGS like “babe please, just a little, i just want to hold you 🥺💕” he tries to guilt trip you like “c’mon, babe, you forgot my teeth” 😭😭😭 STFU u somehow make it back to his place and he tackles you into the couch and promptly falls asleep in 2 minutes flat 😴 his mom thinks its hilarious and thanks u for taking care of him ☺️❤️

hanamaki straight up asks you if you have a boyfriend. you say yes and he gets REALLY SAD OH MY GOD and is all “oh ☹️🥺” but then you cup his cheek and hold one of his hands and start telling him what your boyfriend looks like and how he has cute strawberry hair and pretty eyes and how handsome he is and talking about his cute little eyebrows and how good he is at volleyball and takahiro is like…. 🧐🤨 is that…… me??? but then he’s like wait it couldn’t be and gets all sad again 😭

you can’t take how sad he is and tell him it’s him!!!!! you give him some kisses as an apology 😭🥺💖❤️ and he’s all really?!!? 🥰💖💕💝🥳💕as he pulls you close to rest his head on your chest. he asks you to talk about how much you love him again 😭🥰🥺 refuses to remove himself from you

kyoutani he’s got this super angry expression on his face and everyone stays a good ways away from him 😬 when you come in, you get the same 😡 but then he chills because you’re wearing that one dress he went out of his way to buy for you when you were window shopping together that one time and he’s like …..suspicious why is she wearing her dress 😒 HAJFKAKSW KENTAROU

but THEN he sees the bracelet he got you for your one year anniversary and takes a whiff of you (um 😷) and NOW he’s all WAIT…… connections r being made—he gets super handsy 😳💕 really likes it when you kiss his forehead 🥺 and glares daggers at the dentist with his head on your chest, arms around your waist as you stand next to him and listen to what the aftercare instructions are because he’s all like grrr my girlfriend!! no touch!!! 😡🤬

daichi omg daichi is SO SHY and BASHFUL like he looks at you all 🥺🥰 and when you look towards him he immediately looks away but it’s so obvious because his ears are red and you can see his blush high on his cheekbones 😭🥺💕 you ask him what’s wrong and he’s stuttering trying to ask if you have a boyfriend and you’re like yes 💔

his face FALLS and it hurts but then you show him your matching engagement rings 💍 like “we’re fiancés, dai 🥰❤️” and he almost cries as hard as when he heard you say yes 😭💖💕 he’s so EMBARRASSED when you show the video back to him 😭 suga and asahi clown him 🤧

sugawara fella wakes up, looks you in the eye and is like “they’ve rebuilt me, babe✨” what? “the technology!!!” ??? “they made me better than i was before: better, stronger, faster 🤖💪🧠" LMFAO thinks he underwent some experiment like no we just fixed your teeth 😌

when you tell him so he gets a little dejected and asks you if you’d still love him without any upgrades with his lips pursed and his cheeks pink as he plays with your hands 🥺💗 like OFC KOUSHI!!! 🥰🥺❤️ really sweet and giggly on the bus ride home—holds you close and draws circles on your skin as he talks about the strangest things 🙈💖

kageyama no inhibitions so tobio is very attached to you!!! when he wakes up to see you next to him, he grabs you in his half-asleep state to leave slobbery kisses all over you like some dog before he falls back asleep again 💀 he wakes up twenty minutes later to see that you’re gone (had to wash off his spit 😬) and he panics when he doesn’t see you 😭🥺

he gets up to try to look for you and the second you come back, he hugs you and is all ☹️ telling you “don’t go too far, i wanna always be able to find you 😠🥺” you rub his back and pinky promise to stay close by and he’s so relieved he falls asleep standing 😴💕 like …..thanks 🤧 asks if he can play volleyball and pouts rlly hard when the dentist says no 😭💔

atsumu atsumu is loopy af and he wanted to go to the washroom so the poor staff had to hull around this 6’2”, 80kg man around but then you walk in just as they’re about to turn the corner and the moment he sees you, he’s goes “BABIEEEEE, I loOoove yoU! 😍” in this super adorable, high pitched sing-songy voice and makes OBNOXIOUS kissy faces at you but it looks so funny because his mouth is full of cotton 😭😭🤧🥴 the nurses tell you he’s a keeper but then he promptly slips and nearly falls on his face trying to walk over to you unassisted 🙄

the walk to the car is SO HARD because he clings to you like a baby koala and whines when you try to get him to loosen up so that you can get better leverage to support his weight like atsumu pls we’re almost there, just let go for a bit and he’s all puppy eyed like “don’t 🥺 ya 🥺 love 🥺 me 🥺 baby???????? i jus’ wanna be close to ya 💔💔💔” JAJCJJWNCMS he denies all of it when he sobers up

osamu all this fool remembers is that he has a girlfriend and that she looks EXACTLY like you but his brain synapses aren’t working like they used to 😔 so he doesn’t remember that YOU are literally his girlfriend so he just sits there and goes all “you look so much like her….. i miss her sm 😢🤕😞” with this faraway look in his eyes AS IF YOU WERE DEAD 💀 THE DISRESPECT

he rlly wants to hold your hand and touch you but like u aren’t his girlfriend right??? but you tell him u are after rolling ur eyes and show him some photos of the two of you as proof and he’s all “oh!” 😳 and he smiles so broad you can see his little dimple on his left cheek 😭💖 because he can FINALLY hold your hand 🥰 no filter so he whisper-begs for kisses throughout the entire time the dentist talks you through his surgery and how to care for him and you’re so embarrassed JAJCJKAKDSS “pls, pls can i have a kiss” you give him one “can i have one here now” “what about here” “pls another one pls” 🥺🥺🥺 at least he’s polite JAJCNKAFB

suna rin remembers you and right when he wakes up to see you next to him he says, “hello, wife 💖" and waits for your response but like wtf do u SAY like you’ve only ever heard him tell you he loves you that ONE time he thought u were ASLEEP!!! and you haven’t even talked about anything beyond dating yet!!! is it the anaesthetic that’s making him say this or is he just fooling you??? 💀😵 a few minutes later, he sighs and goes “you’re supposed to say ‘hello, husband ❤️’….” 🙄🥱

show him the video after the anaesthetic wears off and he’ll sit there looking at you like “….well? i’m still waiting? 😐” ugH modern romance am i right HAHDJKAKSKAA

ushijima wakatoshi thinks you’re another nurse even though you’re dressed nothing like them and he asks you when his girlfriend is coming and if she knows he’s done with the procedure and also “have you met my girlfriend? she is very beautiful and very kind. you must meet her ☺️” he asks the same questions to the dentist who comes in to talk to you afterwards and they’re looking at him like ?????? “isn’t this your girlfriend, ushijima-san?”

wakatoshi just goes 😯, looks at you and says your name so softly and in the sweetest way possible and tells you he missed you and he loves you and he wants to go get curry from that one restaurant later and the dentist tells you they’ll be back later as you sob 😭😭❤️💕❤️😭💖

semi eita thinks you’re one of the office receptionists when you walk in and asks you if you, his girlfriend 💕, had been notified that the procedure was done and you’re all uh yes she does, she’s coming soon!! he nods very cutely and thanks you, handsome smile on his face at the thought of seeing you 🥰 he turns around to look at the window and you just stand there all 😶 he HUMS softly as he waits and it’s that one song he played for you on his guitar HAJXNJSW 😭🥺💘❤️

he turns back around thirty seconds later like “babe?? is that you?? you got here so fast 😍🥺💖😚” as if it wasn’t you THE WHOLE TIME 💀 melts when you kiss his cheeks tenderly 🥰 plays with your fingers as he softly looks into your eyes!! 😍

tendou really wants to get his wisdom teeth back like just because you pulled them out doesn’t make them yours, sensei 🙄 LMFAO the dentist gives him his teeth afterwards and he holds them out for you and you’re like “tysm for your bloody, gross teeth, satori 🥰😬” “AWWW you’re welcome 😊 aren’t they cute? ya think our kids will be this cute? 💖”

many thoughts: 1) oh god oh GOD he wants to have KIDS WITH YOU!! MARRIAGE??!? 😵❤️ 2) y does he think his molars r cute and y does he hope your kids will look like nasty teeth 😭💀 he’s rlly adamant about you lazing around with him. keeps showing u his teeth for some reason but gives the cutest smiles and hums when you feed him his fav chocolate ice cream 💗💗💗

goshiki he tries to flirt with you but its so funny and endearingly awkward because he’s got all the gauze in his mouth and he isn’t that good at it and he’s on the verge of tears half the time and you dont know why??? you ask him and his brows are all furrowed, pout on his lips and says “just wanna be your boyfriend pls 🥺💕” “yeah?” “yeah,” he nods. “i promise to do my best 🥺”

when you tell him you’re already dating, he starts to cry and is all like i have to tell all my friends 😭 tsutomu cries to the dentist like “sensei, y’know, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend 😭❤️” he quiets down when you brush through his hair with your hands ☺️

terushima you walk into his room after he’s done and ask the dental hygienists how he’s doing and he looks at you all confused like 🤨 and asks the hygienists who you are. they think you’re married for some reason and say “that’s your wife!” and you’re so EMBARRASSED but also super happy on the inside HAHA he straight up goes “DAAAMMNNN, I did alright, huh?! when we bustin’ outta here?!” 🤪😜🥴😘 as if he could actually differentiate between left and right, up and down 😔

just in case, he asks you if you’re his wife at the same time the dentist asks if the two of you will be okay from here on out and you nod to the dentist’s question but yuuji thinks it’s for him so he lays back down with this satisfied look on his face like HELL YEAH alright, alright, alright 😌🥰🥴 and does those little nods SIDJAJJDJSJFJR HAHAHAHA

sakusa omi lets you play with his bangs and hands as you wait for the dentist and he LOVES IT softest smile on his face!! RIDICULOUSLY CLINGY!!!! he does NOT want you to leave him at all, will not let you go to the bathroom even though you’re like “omi, please, the dentist is busy with another patient right now, i’ll be back soon before we go through the aftercare stuff” “no” “omi, i have to pee” “do it here” and now it’s you who’s all 🤢

gets really defensive and protective when the dentist comes in and just shoves his head in your chest because he doesn’t want to look at them LMFAO death grip around your waist 🤧 when you show him what he said about you going to the bathroom he demands you delete it “omi, i didn’t know u loved me that much 🥰🥺💕” “…………..🤐”

hoshiumi kourai insisted he was fine on his own “nothing is impossible for hoshiumi kourai, national athlete 😤” when the dentist asked if he needed someone to watch over him and the dentist is 🤨 ok sir and leaves after he falls asleep. when he wakes up, no one’s in his room and he has to use the washroom and he’s like i’ll do just it myself 🙄 he tries to stand and promptly collapses to the floor. he CRAWLS around on his stomach and makes it out of his room just as you walk in and you’re like KOU whY are you on the FLOOR like a ROACH 😭😭😭

it’s like you’re reenacting some dramatic romance movie as kou groans around the gauze and makes poor attempts to stand up, holding onto you LAKDSHLASKAHD 💀💀💀 asks you to get on the floor with him because he honest to god can’t get UP so that he can cuddle with you as the dentist and his assistants stand two feet away 🥰💕 tries to fight the staff when they get too close to you trying to help him get back to his bed HAJJFKAKDMAD

extra: kita shinsuke (lol) when kita finishes his wisdom tooth extraction, he looks at you like this and doesnt remember who you are; he thinks you’re here for another patient and doesn’t say a word to you because his grandma taught him not to talk to strangers.

[seita]

― you’ve faked an orgasm. ˒ oikawa, atsumu, + sakusa.

genre: angst (?), fluff, suggestive

tags: cunniligus, mating press, cum eating, fingering, dirty talk

request: hello! can i request oikawa, atsumu and sakusa where they realize you faked an orgasm with them?

note: this is kind of more,,,,reassurance and soft??? idk what you intended the req to be but,,,,hopefully this was it.

⤿ requests currently closed.

― tooru oikawa.

≻ he will be......hurt ≻ like he’ll wanna talk about it ≻ he’ll feel kind of???? ≻ embarrassed ig ≻ that you had to fake it ≻ pls talk to him and tell him what’s goin on ≻ he’ll ask why you didn’t tell him u weren’t feelin it ≻ like he’s always down to help u ≻ he never wants you to go unsatisfied !! ≻ he’ll ask you if you want him to make u cum ≻ he’s more than willing to take the extra time to do it ≻ it’s what u deserve ≻ also it’ll help soothe his humiliation

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ever confident in his oral skills, he eagerly spreads your legs, licking his lips at the sight of your wet pussy, dripping white with his cum. he does mind it, sliding his tongue up your slit to collect your mixed juices. he hums, eagerly swallowing it down before spreading your folds to zero in on your hard little clit.

the second his lips wrap around the little bud, your back arches. his tongue circles and flicks before he pulls away, letting the suction go with a loud pop. the sound brings heat to your face, as it always does.

he eats pussy like a mad man, not caring how much of a mess you make on his face. the sounds he makes as he licks your clit and fucks your spasming hole with his tongue are downright obscene. still, you obediently hold your legs open, letting him work you towards your orgasm.

you’re stuck in your head, overthinking and feel yourself struggling to get there. your eyes focus on your boyfriends head of pretty, brown hair, reaching down to run your fingers through the thick locks.

he hums appreciatively, eyes flicking up to see your brows furrowed and a little frown on your face.

he pulls away, panting for a second. you watch his throat move as he swallows before speaking, “hey, just relax. let me make this pretty pussy cum, hm?”

you whimper at his words and he grins as your cunt clenches in response. he slides his tongue over your clit again, laying a wet kiss on the bud,

“you can cum for me whenever you want, babygirl,” he whispers, circling his thumb over your clit, laying his cheek on your thigh to watch the way your cunt gushes more of his cum out, “such a mess you’re making. am i making your little cunt feel good?”

you nod, still clutching at his hair, “tooru! pl-please!”

he grins, “that’s what a i like to hear, what do you need, baby?”

“y-your tongue, please,” you barely get the request out before he’s sloppily tonguing your clit again.

spit and cum make a mess all over the both of you. he doesn’t let his eyes leave you as he watches your body freeze, tightening up as you dangle precariously on that tantalizing edge.

he viciously wraps his lips around the bud and sucks, finally catapulting you over. you tremble and squirm in his grasp, tugging painfully at his hair. he doesn’t mind, it’s worth it to watch you finally fall apart.

when you come down, he slithers back up your body, lower face glistening.

“next time you can’t cum,” he breathes, grinding his, once again, hard cock against you, “just tell me, okay?”

― atsumu miya.

≻ OHOHOHOBOY ≻ YOU BETTER HOPE HE DOESN’T FIND OUT ≻ BC MAN WILL N O T BE HAPPY ≻ it’s a massive blow to his ego ≻ and he’s a pretty prideful guy ≻ really prides himself on his ability to take care of you ≻ like oikawa, he’ll wonder why you didn’t just,,,,tell him you couldn’t get off??? ≻ like “babe, i woulda helped ya, you know that.” ≻ will feel pretty hurt over it, might even get a little mad that you couldn’t just tell him and instead chose to fake it ≻ won’t let you out of his sight without making cum for real ≻ might even fuck around and make you cum a few times just to prove to himself he actually can do it ≻ pls he’s a bit insecure and needs to fix his bruised ego lmao

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his fingers are buried inside you before you can even think twice. it wasn’t that you weren’t feeling good, it just wasn’t quite enough to send you over the edge in time.

he doesn’t care that his hand is getting covered in his own cum. he can clean it up later. it aides in the slick movements he makes to fuck the tips of his fingers perfectly against your g-spot, the stimulation immediately making you cry out.

it feels like it’s too much and you reach out to grasp at him. you pull at his arm, claw at his back, and fist his hair. he doesn’t mind, lets you cling to  him all you need as he brings his other hand down to press against your lower stomach.

you squeal and your legs kick as the move makes it even easier for him to abuse that sweet little spot on your upper wall. he thumbs as your clit, brows furrowed as his eyes are locked on your cunt.

his gaze is dark, anger still swirling within them.

“you better cum for me,” he orders low, bicep flexing as he fucks your gushing cunt. you sob, tears stinging your eyes at the overwhelming feelings. soft pleas fall from your lips, to let you rest, to slow down, that it’s too much. but he heeds none of them, “quiet, i know what ya need.”

you whine and resort to clawing at the bed, not wanting to leave visible marks on your boyfriend. he’s breathing heavily, his arm is no doubt aching but he still doesn’t stop. not until a loud shout erupts from your lips when he rolls your clit under his thumb.

“cum,” he growls, “ya better cream all over my fuckin’ hand right now.”

you heed his demand, walls clenching tight around his fingers as you finally fall over the edge. he groans as he cum, slowing his pace considerably to ease you through the high, not wanting to overstimulate you and potentially ruin your orgasm.

he removes his thumb from your clit but keeps his fingers buried inside. your walls continue to spasm around him in the orgasmic aftershocks. your chest rises and falls with the desperate breaths you take, your body trembling. he grins, happy to see the lovely mess you became. you could never replicate your orgasm to be as perfect as you were right now.

before long, he starts moving his fingers again and you look at him with wide eyes, making him grin.

“you didn’t think that was it, did ya?” he asks, “no, i’m gonna make sure ya regret fakin’ it with me.”

― kiyooma sakusa.

≻ he’ll immediately know ≻ he pays insanely close attention to you ≻ he literally knows every detail about you ≻ including the way you act and feel when you cum ≻ won’t even hesitate in calling it out ≻ you’ll have to explain it to him bc he’s not letting you go anywhere until u tell him what happened ≻ after that, he’ll just roll his eyes and be like ≻ “you should have just told me,” and then he’ll go on his way about makin you cum properly ≻ don’t test him. ≻ u can’t trick him

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he folds you you into a press, your knees pinned to your chest as he resumes fucking you. you’re lucky he hadn’t cum because he immediately knew you faked it. the time taken to talk to you had made his nearing orgasm wane.

he angles his hips properly, brows furrowed as he watches your cunt swallow his cock. every time he pulls out, he’s covered in your juices and the sight makes him groan.

“yoomi,” you whimper in that oh so pretty way you always do when you feel good.

he fights back a smile, bringing his thumb to his lips to lick the pad before pressing it against your swollen clit. you keen immediately, attempting to arch your back but can’t because of his strength. you reach down and grip his wrist desperately, your eyes wide as you feel your high mounting.

it was insane how easily he could manipulate your body into cumming in a few short minutes if he really wanted to.

“cum,” he orders softly, immediately clenching his jaw when he feels your cunt lock up around him.

you tremble and your eyes roll back as you squeal, cumming hard on his cock as he fucks you through it until your gasping and begging for him to slow down, which he eventually does with a sigh, letting you wrap your legs around his waist again.

“see?” he grumbles, wrapping his hand around your throat before leaning down to brush his lips against yours, “that’s what you’re like when you really cum.”

© all content belongs to seita 2020. do not modify or repost.

[imo-chan-imagines]

Ok after reading THAT????? U know I want more of ur sweet sweet writing omg soooooooo

Pls feed my inner Oikawa simp? I want him (in multiple ways) but right now imma go with uhhhhhh crying. I don’t care who cries. It can be either one of us.

Tbh the thought of him being so needy he cries?? Hehehehe I have thoughts.

Btw your writing is absolutely incredible and if you are not currently writing a full length novel, maybe consider it!! I’d be ur no. 1 fan and u know it mwah

— Katie (idk if u already knew my name but I did actually change it so here u go)

Oikawa + Dacryphilia | Haikyuu!! Drabble

Oikawa × fem!reader

Prompt 29: 💧 DACRYPHILIA 💧

Warnings: 18+, smutt, dacryphilia, needy + crybaby + sub Oikawa, slightly dom reader (but very caring), begging, brief dry humping, brief handjob, thigh fucking, raw sex, cowgirl, nipple play, pussyjob lmao, multiple male orgasms, he cums all over your thighs + his own stomach heheheh 🤭, 18+/timeskip Oikawa, request, 500 followers event, drabble

A/N: You just know this boy has the prettiest fucking tears you've ever seen (pun intended). Also, you already know this by now, but I am actually writing a book. Nothing like this, though 😅 Anyway, I hope you like it, Katie ♡

Special thanks to @deargalaxy, @taetsukoru, and @its-me-see for popping up in my notifs so much last week! I can't tag two of you, sorry.

• EVENT CLOSED •

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

【3:00 am】

Your eyes flutter open as a familiar shape presses into your lower back. Quivering whispers breathe across the nape of your neck.

"Please wake up. Pease wake up. Please wake up–"

Oikawa's pressed up against you, his arms wrapped around your waist, his hips flush with your ass as his boner presses into you.

You shift and groan, and his repetitive whispers cease.

"You're awake!" Relief floods his voice.

"Mm...Tooru, what is it? What's wrong?" you ask, rubbing your eyes.

"I... I– uh..." He can hardly say the words, all his attention focused on not rutting into you without your permission. "N-Need you, Y/N... N-Need to...need to cum. Please, I–"

His whimpering pleas are cut off by an abrupt inhale as you reach behind you, taking his hard cock in your hand and lazily pumping his length through his bed shorts.

"Umh!" he cries out. Oikawa's breaths were already shaking, but now they're ragged, interrupted and punctuated with moans and whimpers.

You've barely touched him, but the fabric around his crotch is already wet and sticky as you palm him.

Heat pools between your thighs.

"You're so turned on," you coo, still shaking off your drowsiness.

His hips rock, and grind, and stutter into your movements, rubbing himself through your fist and up against your back, making him choke out sighs as tears prickle at his eyes and adorn his lashes.

"Wanna fuck my thighs, baby?" you ask, twisting round to look at his face.

Two distinct streams of tears trickles down his cheeks, glinting in the moonlight. You let go of his cock and stroke his hair as he continues to grind against you, feebly humping his clothed cock against your ass.

"Mhm," he sniffles, his arms gripping your waist tighter.

"Okay then, baby. Stop moving for a sec."

He obeys, though his cock protests, and waits patiently as you pull down his shorts, part your legs, and slowly slide him between them. He whimpers as he feels the plush of your thighs closing around him, and pulls himself closer until his hips are pressed against the curve of your ass, nestling himself deep between your legs.

You feel the slick of his precum smear along the inside of your thighs, the shaft of his cock brushing against the swelling folds of your pussy.

The heat of his cock throbs against you, and you roll your hips backwards, corkscrewing his cock between you thighs. Oikawa let's out three little cries, his eyes filling with tears again as you move agonisingly slowly, back and forth, around him.

He makes just as much fuss when you stop, the tears spilling over and moisten your back as he buries his face between your shoulder blades.

"N-No, please. K-Keep moving," he begs. Then he takes in a trembling breath. "Then, c-can I move?"

When you give him permission, he whimpers, moving his hips, thrusting his cock back and forth between your legs. His moans sound in your ear in time with his quickening thrusts, his round, swollen tip sliding against your pussy and nudging your clit.

He's feral, desperate in chasing his release, bucking into you like his life depends on it. But he doesn't last long – no longer than a whole minute before his hips stutter as he cries out, spurting thick, dribbling ropes of cum across your stomach and thighs.

Amid his whimpers and sniffles, he says, "Want more. Please, I w-want more. N-Need to cum again."

His hands tremble as they paw at you. You turn over to face him, climbing on top of him and pinning his hands above his head.

"So greedy," you grin, feeling him harden beneath you. "Just how needy are you?"

Oikawa gulps. "S-So needy. I-I'm so needy, I need to cum again. I need you t-to make me cum again. I'm s-so horny, I- I–"

His Adam's apple is frantically bobbing up and down as he tries to swallow back his tears again. You lean down, still holding his hands above his head, and kiss the streams of tears of the soft curve of his cheek.

'That's right," you coo. "You're my little horny boy. Just look at that. So needy for me that you're crying, isn't that right?"

He nods, deaperately rolling his hips up into you without receiving much relief.

You make him beg just a little longer, your pussy throbbing as you watch him cry for you, begging you to fuck him and make him feel good, before rising up on your knees and slowly taking him inside you.

He whimpers with every inch, crying out his thanks when you finally start moving, fucking his long, pretty cock inside your warm, slopping pussy.

"A-Ah! Yes, thank you! Th-Thank you! Ah! Mm- ahh!" He can't stop babbling out his thanks between sobs as your mouth latches onto his hardened nipples, your tongue stroking and flicking him to whining ecstasy.

As his cock throbs and twitches against the friction of your walls, threatening to release at any moment, your walls begin to contract around him.

His whines and sobs start to rise in pitch at he nears the edge. But before you allow yourself to cum, you let him to slip out.

"N-No, please! F-Finish...Let me finish," he mewls. You wipe away his tears as he blubbers beneath you.

"Shh, don't worry. You will," you whisper as you start to roll your hips back and forth, running your pussy along the length of his shaft.

You curl you hips under, grinding your clit against his throbbing cock, drenching him in your juices as you ride him to his high.

He cries out a long, pathetic moan as his cock pulses against the folds of your pussy, painting his own stomach with the thick, white ropes, as droplets of tears roll off his jaw and onto the pillow.

The sight and sensation makes you cum almost as quickly, rutting against his cock through the waves of your orgasm shuddering though you, creaming all over his cock, still cumming underneath you.

As you lie down beside him again, each helping to clean to other, you tenderly dry his eyes, kissing his cheeks and closed eyelids.

You feel your sleep calling back to you as he rests his head against you, his hair soft and fluffy against your collarbone.

"Tooru," you mumble, your eyes closing. "You really are too pretty when you cry."

© imo-chan-imagines 2021

[han-shinsuke]

h a n d h e r o v e r

f e m a l e r e a d e r 🌹

m i n o r s k e e p o u t

[ tags, smut, nsfw, anal, foursome, themes ]

—•—

Without prior notice, he shows up in front of your dorm, dressed casually. You invite him inside but declined, telling you to come with him somewhere. You argue with him, insisting that you should change to something presentable but Bokuto seems to be in a rush so you have given up when he uses his puppy eyes. Inside his car, you keep checking your looks and it disappoints you. Unlike him, you look so ordinary. Well, you are someone insignificant. What’s the difference anyway?

“I’m gonna 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 you later, Y/N,” huh? you shot him a confused look at the use of some endearment.

You laugh awkwardly, “what, Kou?” he is your best friend and your secret crush.

“You look like a kid in your clothes and considering your height, you really look like 𝒐𝒏𝒆.” you pout your lips and he bursts out laughing.

It’s his fault! He didn’t even let you fix yourself! You were running around the University’s oval when he calls. Now, who’s fault it is that he’s being accompanied by a lady in core 5 inch shorts in black and a plain hoodie?

“Shut up, Kou. You’re annoying!”

After driving for almost an hour, Bokuto parks his car in front of Sakusa’s house.

Wait. Sakusa’s house?! You grab onto the belt when Bokuto tries mounting off the safety strap.

“Wait, Kou! Why the fuck are we here?!” you panic. Sakusa, you, and Oikawa are both in an unstable relationship. Not romantically, okay! You are their damn victim! They’re not criminals, well closer to that! Those two are your bullies and they are friends with your best friend, Koutaro Bokuto!

He taps your temple and comforts you that everything will be fine, that you won’t be harmed while he’s around, “it’s Omi’s birthday. He invited us for lunch.”

You nod your head. There’s no point in arguing. You were already there. He has your sweating hand inside his palm when you both entered the house.

“Give me ten seconds, Kou.”

Sakusa’s house rule no. 1; leave your shoes outside but if you are his friends, go straight in.

You remove your sneakers and leave your white socks on. You have been there before and you almost familiarised yourself with his rules. Since he considers you as his enemy rather than his subject of bullying, you are not allowed to sit or touch anything inside his home so you remain standing near the stairs when Bokuto runs to Oikawa in the kitchen.

You give Sakusa a nod as he descends from the top landing. He smells clean and fruity tuitee and you couldn’t help but blush when you notice his stare goes down to your feet.

Your insides trembles from the intensity of his gaze and that makes you feel like running away or hide from his sight.

Your breathing halts when he kneels after removing his fur slippers. His warm hand grab your ankle then slide your left foot in his slipper, then your right foot.

He didn’t speak a word. He just pointed you to the kitchen. His footwear is too big for your small ones but you still manage to walk comfortably.

While helping in the food preparation, Sakusa and Oikawa are constantly bumping their muscular arms against your shoulders. They even teases you that you lack in the free access of healthy foods in the fridge in your own home that’s why you’re thin and small. You 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕, okay?! They’re just huge and very athletic that developing muscles and all is no issue to them. And your case is different. Your height is 5'3", you weight right, meaning your body mass index is normal! Again, they are huge people and they look down on your kind. And these men prefers model-like body figures for women!

You let it all pass. You seem immune to all the teasings and soft pinches that those were no longer affecting you. Sakusa leads the way to his theater room, while you, Bokuto, and Oikawa are in charge of bringing all the foods in there.

There’s a long and wide white couch that looks like a king sized bed in the center and there’s also a big screen mounted on the wall. You settle on the lone chair in the viewing room, sit properly and try avoiding Sakusa’s intense gaze.

What? You did nothing to him!

The three men sits besides each other, Oikawa scrolls on the menu of which genre of movies to watch, Bokuto starts picking up some tarts and chews it. And then, there’s still him, Sakusa! Staring at you!

“Hand her over, Koutaro.” your face turn pale when Sakusa pulls his shirt off his body and leans on the couch.

You couldn’t find the will to speak. You stoned on your seat. Bokuto whistles, inching closer to you. He cups your face and whispers soothing words.

“Wh–what is happening here, Kou?” you sound nervous. Bokuto brings you closer to Sakusa. You grab onto your best friend’s arms. “Koutaro... ” a breathe of panic.

“You are his present to me, Y/N. You’re the desserts.” Sakusa pulls you down on his lap, he breathes closer to your hair. Something is growing in between his thighs. You look so scared. He gets even aroused.

“wanna rub my tongue on his pussy, Koutaro,” Oikawa moves closer, too, licking his lips.

“I’m... I’m not—” Oikawa stops you from talking, taking your chin in his hand. “You’re not what, Y/N?” he asks seductively.

“Kou–Kou... help me.” you hold onto his hand, giving him a scared look.

Sakusa tugs on your long hair before latching on your earlobe, “don’t worry, Y/N. Koutaro will help you. He will help you fuck yourself to sleep.”

And the talking ended there.

Oikawa snatches your face and slams his mouth on your opened ones, rolling out his tongue into you before brushing roughly his lips against your lips. Your both hands twitches, the kiss is electrifying. You try to pull away but he restrains you by gripping lightly your neck. You hear Sakusa laughs. He wraps his arms around your body, locking you in restrictions. Oikawa continues kissing you roughly that you can feel his warm saliva dripping from his mouth down to your chin. You didn’t respond to his kisses. You were in shocked. When he sucks on your lips and tongue, you didn’t recognise the moan that passed your lips.

“Undress her quickly!” still in a rush, Bokuto puts his words into action. He separates you from Oikawa’s mouth. You were panting when he pulls out your hoodie, showing your uncovered titsx in broad daylight. They look perfect and round and flushed. The three men growls, pouncing all at one on you. Bokuto has the right breast, Sakusa’s on the left and Oikawa, he moves between your legs, pushing your shorts to the side to take a good look on your rosy folds.

Oikawa licks the slit back and forth until it gets covered with his saliva. He chuckles when your body twitches. He dips his mouth again, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clitx while scratching your inner thighs. You moan loudly, arching your back again and again. Your moan matches the others’ moans and grunts. Both Sakusa and Bokuto are sucking on your titsx and they’re doing it like they’re milking on you. Swirling sharply their tongues and grazing their teeth on its softness. Damn. You didn’t even say yes to them!

Unknowingly, your mouth also salivates as well as your cunt being treated like a meal by Oikawa’s hot and needy mouth. He’s swirling his tongue and he’s sucking you there so noisily.

“Tooru~” you moan his name when he starts pumping digits into you while his thumb is pressing hard on your clitx. Your legs stretches up and down whenever his fingers goes deeper and harder and at the same time, circling his knuckles hard as well on your cunt. He makes you drip like crazy and it’s evident on your oozing core and salivating mouth. He laughs triumphantly, giving you the best finger fuck and tongue fuck. Your body convulses when you come in waves, the two men abandons your chest to join Oikawa slurping your first and rich orgasm.

They pushes your legs up and there are three long and thick tongues slurping and licking your tight pussy that still waves down thick juices. You find support by grabbing on the edges while you were being worshipped by their mouths. A squeal escapes your lips when you feel someone’s tongue poking your anusx.

When they finished, Oikawa pulls you near the edge and kneels in front of your head hanging by on the ends. He’s the first one to get fully naked before Sakusa and Bokuto.

“Kou~” your eyes waters, not in fear but in excitement and other unnamed feelings.

Sakusa goes below you, putting your small body on top of his own while slowly inserting his fat cockx in your tight pussy. You let out a yelp when his balls bumps on your opening. He’s deep inside you!

“Sakusa hnngggg~ sooo deeeppp haaahhh!” you grip his arm that locks your head beside his by putting it tight around your neck. You struggle to breathe properly so you gasp for air. His other hand goes to your stuffed cunt and slaps your folds harshly until he hears you sob and cry.

“Enough, Omi, she’s sore already.” Bokuto slaps Sakusa’s hand away and replaces it by his own, giving soft touches and light kisses.

“Hmm~ Kou... Kou... ” you cry his name, grabbing his hand toward your mouth. You kiss his fingertips and suck on them later. Earning soft moans and heavy breathes from him.

Bokuto takes his hand from your grasp and gives you slow and sensual kiss on your lips. You feel Sakusa inching his length out but you give no enough attention to it. What matters now is how Bokuto kisses your numb lips. He’s good and it feels good.

Your dear friend ends the kiss but not his finger work on your clitx. He’s rubbing it softly.

“My turn baby doll.” you almost forgot about him. Oikawa kisses you again and what he does next surprised you. He shoves his cockx in your mouth, all the way down to your throat. You gag at how big he is but you can’t do anything to remove it not now that he starts moving in and out.

Your moans gets dissolved by Oikawa’s rough fucking inside your mouth. He moans louder than you and his friends and you feel like doing the same so you cooperate with him, sucking him in while he fucks his length harder to your throat.

Down to the remaining men, Sakusa has been hammering your tight cunt with his massive cockx and swear! Your eyes widened when Bokuto positions his big cock head to where Sakusa’s fat one is inserted.

You put your free hand on his abdomen when he hovers over you, slowly joining his friend’s dick into party.

No, Koutaro! You’re gonna rip me with your cockx!

But he didn’t stop. He slides his fat member into your stretched core! Stretching it even wider with Sakusa’s!

Oikawa moans louder and louder and he even dirty talks while spurting his thick loads in your mouth. You gag on it and you do nothing but swallow it all.

When it’s your turn to moan and scream, you give all your best in doing it because fuck, it’s hurt having two fat and long shafts inside your cunt. So you moan and cry and then repeat while ramming themselves into you. Your body shakes and your lips quivers and they huffs and pants and slams their hips until you bleed thick and rich heat again, covering their cocks with your juice and their sperms.

Bokuto and Sakusa only pulls out when they empty all of their loads inside you.

It’s not over, Oikawa pulls you and folds you in mating press, inserting his hard cockx into your leaking hole, pumping faster while kissing your roughly again. He does it again. The rough and deep pumping. The rough kisses that leaves your lips swollen and numb.

“Tooruuu aahhnnggg~ hmmppp~” you shake your head, he’s using you so rough. You can feel the weight of every thrust and you wish for it to be over.

Again, it’s not over even after he cum inside you. He flips you on your stomach, pushing his cockx back inside you. He pounds you harder from behind, groping your chest before slapping your ass as he keeps pounding. You cry. And cry. And cry.

Three times. Oikawa cums inside you three times before handing you back to Sakusa who chooses to fuck you ass up, too.

“Not today, Omi. Her parents would notice. She comes home every weekends.” Bokuto advises his friend when Sakusa put his tip on your anusx.

Sakusa spits on his length and on your anusx, “okay, I won’t anal fuck her hmm~” he says but does it anyway.

He shoves right there! Sliding his full length inside your ass. You let out a loud cry and sob hard. Sakusa laughs. Oikawa, too. Bokuto attends to you and takes your both hands, drawing circles at the back of your hand he’s gripping tightly.

“Kou... Kou... it hurts, please, Kou... ” you cry while holding hands with your best friend.

Sakusa starts grinding his hips against your and that makes you feel the very pain of being analed. Bokuto didn’t leave you. He keeps holding your hand while Sakusa pounds you senselessly, almost adhering you deep against the softness of the couch.

“Ssshhh, baby~ you can take him~ you’ll feel good.” you focus on his words while endurimg Sakusa’s rough thrusts.

“Kou—” you were cut mid sentence. Sakusa pulls you away from Bokuto, flipping you on your back again to face him.

You can feel his loads dripping from your assholex but he’s not done yet. He separates your legs and dips between your thighs, pushing his shaft back.

You wince in pain when he slaps your swollen folds. You tell him it hurts with tears in your eyes but he just smiled. Slapping for the last time before rocking you again and this time, claiming your lips. He kisses expertly and you find yourself returning his kiss even though your lips hurts.

“Omi... ” you cry his name softly and that stuns him for seconds, watching your face contorts in beautiful pleasure. He sees something different in you in that state so he rocks you deep but slow this time, kissing your chin down to your neck and moments later, he’s shooting his loads inside you while still kissing you slowly.

Once again, that moment isn’t over yet, Bokuto takes you inside his arms and brings you in the backyard where there is a inflatable pool set up near the wooden fence.

The sun is up and so is his cockx.

He puts your nakedness in the cold water and slow fuck you there but bruising your whole body with his deep bites and tight grips. He pushes the hair strands that covers your face while ramming himself into you. He looks at you softly and he notices your puffy eyes from all the crying.

“You good, baby?” his voice is gentle so you smile, nodding your head until it slowly falls down backwards. You feel drained and you can’t keep with his deep rumblings while moving up and down on his lap.

He catches your head on time, eyes fluttering from being overworked.

“Kou, I like you. I lied when I say it’s Omi.” you confess before closing your eyes.

Bokuto does your job, he moves your ass up and down his length even though you fell asleep on him. As he shoots his loads inside, he says this, “but Omi found you first, Y/N. He’s afraid to tell you his feelings so he finds another way to get close to you. By bullying you, he gets closer and closer. I just jumped in the scene and befriended you. I like you, too, Y/N. But he likes you first. So, you are his.”

But, you didn’t hear it. You were too tired to fight against the need to sleep.

Two hours later...

You were in the backseat, straddling on Sakusa’s laps, his cockx installed inside your creaming cunt while holding you tight as he kisses your lips torridly.

On your way home,

Bokuto drives the car.

While Sakusa is fucking you mercilessly in the backseat.

With all the bruises and marks of ownership, there’s no doubt you are his.

You are Kiyoomi Sakusa’s property.

[t0shii]

can you write streamer!reader headcanons with kenma, kuroo, oikawa and tsukki please (you can add or remove characters whatever you’re comfortable with!) I saw you wanting requests and I ZOOOOOOOMED love you and your blog 💕

hq boys with a streamer s/o

kenma kozume, oikawa tooru, tsukishima kei, kuroo tetsuro x gn!r

!warnings! none/ lightly proofread

KENMA KOZUME.

is a streamer himself so he knows the highs and lows.

assuming you're a gaming streamer, your fans are always always asking for the two of you to stream together so you often play games together

if you dont stream games often, he still supports u 100%

makes guest appearances quite often but its almost never on purpose

you turned your chair towards the door as your boyfriend opened it widely, looking down at his phone. "ken? everything okay?" you ask, he looks at you, at your setup and back at you. "oh sorry, i just needed a charger. hi guys." he says quietly, waving into your camera. "sorry for interrupting." he mumbles exiting the room after a few minutes of searching for his phone charger.

OIKAWA TORU.

is obv supportive of your hobby or career no matter what genre you stream

if youre a gamer you beg him to play with you

if youre a beauty streamer he begs you to do his makeup

your watchers are lowkey jealous of your relationship lmfao

"pleassseeee toru? they wanna see you play!" you beg, hands together and a pout on your face that you knew he wouldn't say no to. "it better not be a scary game, y/n" he grumbles pulling a chair up next to you. "mission success you guys." you smirk and let out your evilest laugh. little did poor tooru know the game you were forcing him to play was definitely of the horror genre.

TSUKISHIMA KEI.

ofc supportive

he loves how passionate you are about it, no matter what it is you're streaming

your fans know you're dating bc hes always accidentally walking in on you, you'd think he'd learn by now.

is never on camera at his own will

"kei, they want you to say hi.", you say smiling at him real big, he wants to say "no fucking way." but he knows it's you wanting him to say hi, not your viewers. he trudges over to your desk, leans down over your shoulder and waves to the camera, giving you a peck on the cheek before standing up straight. "have a good stream." he says, exiting the room.

KUROO TETSURO.

his rich bf self deff bought u the most expensive equipment and taught you how to use it

is always on your stream

you swear ur viewers like him more than you at this point

"kuroo, come entertain the people." you call for your boyfriend and he definitely comes running. "you dont have to ask twice my love." you cringe at his cringe comment as you get up to use the restroom. when you got back he refused to leave the stream and your viewers had no objections.

a/n tysm for the request!! hope you enjoyed :) p.s. i got my nails done so ur girl is confident asf rn 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 p.s.s how dumb am i i forgot tags 😭😭😭

[ahtsumu]

THE VOICEMAIL HE LEAVES YOU AFTER YOU BREAK UP WITH HIM

thank u @bbytetsu​ for atsumu’s 💖

MIYA ATSUMU: you broke up with him because he doesn’t read. you don’t even know if he can read. he has never finished a book in his life. dresses up as a gryffindor for halloween but has never even read the harry potter series–– he calls himself a potterhead after just watching the movies 🥴

“BABY PLEASE COME BACK I BOUGHT THE BOOK YOU MENTIONED 😭😭 I GOT THE EN-CENTIPEDE-DIA I’M READING IT RN”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI: you broke up with him because you guys can’t understand each other. every time he gets a text from you he has urban dictionary open on a separate tab and you always have to ask if he’s mad bc this boy doesn’t know tone 😭  he once said talking to you is like trying to speak in another language omf the miscommunication is real 💔💔

“Y/N i know you... went off on me two days ago but can we forget about the... tea and get back together? i miss you and i’m a different man...  i have twitter now... bae”

KUROO TETSUROU: you broke up with him because he’s so secretive and for what!!! okay mr bond 🙄 he’s like “baby u can spill all your secrets to me” and he just absorbs it like a sponge... but when you ask about his childhood trauma he just clams up!! trust is a two-way street sir 😤

“i promise i’ll be more open with you if you give me a second chance... you wanted to know something i’ve never told anyone else so here it goes... i tagged my instagram photos with #f4f until i was in 11th grade 😭”

OIKAWA TOORU: you broke up with him because he always talks over you. you’re in the middle of telling him about your day, talking about how your friend was being shady af today, and he’s like “oh by the way should i wear blue or navy for that gq photoshoot tomorrow?” uhhhh 👀👀 goodbye 👋

he’s not leaving a voicemail 😂

SAKUSA KIYOOMI: you broke up with him because he’s literally always busy. what’s he doing? playing volleyball? doing an interview? on a mf flight to burkina faso??? you never know bc it’s radio silence from his end throughout the day... he literally cannot catch a break :(( you love him but it’s so unfair for u!

“my plane to fiji for a shoot with sports illustrated takes off in five so text me when you get this and i’ll text you back tomorrow, but are you sure we can’t work this out?”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU: you broke up with him because he’s always so LOUD omg this man does not have an inside voice !!! you two always gets dirty looks when you’re at the movies and omf you can’t even step inside a quiet coffeeshop or library with him because he just gets you kicked out 😭

“baby i’m sorry i’m at the library with akaashi right now and i’m practising how to talk normally. if i go over sixty decimals–– decibels–– i have to venmo him five bucks. anyway can you call–– shit”

[rinstars]

red wine

pairing: oikawa x reader

genre: smut

word count: 2.3k+

tags: cheating/infidelity, fingering, penetration, public sex, a little of size kink, degradation/humiliation, bathroom sex, wine play (lol not really they just drank from each other's mouth), one paragraph of oral sex, squirting, belly bulge, use of sir

note: thank u so much for 600 :( i'll do an event if i wasn't so preoccupied with other work but since i am here's an oikawa smut instead! enjoy ;)

Yellowish-gold lights give a soft glow and hue to the dancing bodies on the dance floor -- slow but sensual moving of the bodies, perfectly matching the atmosphere the place gives. Moving liquid coats the surface of the cut crystal, staining the glass counter as the rounded ice melts and condenses.

A well-ventilated place, cool air blowing a light breeze around you. The slit in your red dress didn’t help, though -- you thought you were right to hesitate when picking it out. But what choice do you have? Red dress compliments your lip, cherry blood thick-coated lips, enhancing the pearly shine of your teeth, reflecting the silky texture of your dress. Hair flowing around you, shining beneath the dancing bulbs and scent intoxicating anyone who walks by.

You were no fool. You knew every man in the place had eyes on you the moment you opened the doors, they all think it’s a pity that you came alone yet at the same time filled with delight to the brim at the thought of possibly being the one you came with next. The invisible line only grows every single time a man would enter, the rest of those existing already branding them as enemies -- as if you’re a prey to be caught. The owner of the bar thanks you every day, sends you gifts and jewels in appreciation, “You have blessed our business.” they once said. Glory to you who keeps the customers coming, cause they know you’ll always be here. Friday night as you drink away.

Not one of these lust-driven men has any idea -- you were a taken woman. Wife to one of the richest nobility in the country. A room in your house has been dedicated for your portraits for he is someone who adores getting your portrait painted. Every dress and lipstick, he buys for you. He wants everybody to know you’re his, make sure every single man in social gatherings crave for you. It sure did give him the satisfactions knowing a woman as beautiful and full of grace as you is within his hands. 

Not one of the men in the bars has any idea. 

After all, what’s a woman of your standing and class doing in a place littered with commoners -- the very same kind of people who serve you and your house? The ones who look at you in respect and inferiority. It’s amusing they think they have a chance. 

The chance would never come, no matter what kinds of traps they’ve laid out to catch you. Your eyes are trained on one, only one. What pulled you to him, you wonder. Maybe the fact that he’s of the same status as you, a well-respected noble hiding amongst those below you? Maybe the black suit he always wears, a perfect combination with your fiery red? The smile he gives a few seats away? 

Or maybe the thrill of both parties being married and lusting after each other like in a dirty little affair?

The chocolate of his eyes turn two different colors in a place like this -- glistening amber beneath the strobe lights or obsidian black when he stares at you in an animalistic glare, lips turning in a devilish glare. Perhaps that's part of the reason why none of your predators ever tried to go further with you. You give off the aura of a taken woman, both your body and heart, your name and title. 

The gloss on your lips is coming off, a result of your fourth glass of whiskey for the night. Sliding down the smooth base of the stool, one of your legs exposed itself, the material bunching up above your thighs. Gliding your way to the dim bathroom nobody really uses much, you pull out a tube of gloss, gliding it all around your lips. The clicking sound of the door not going unnoticed.

"Is he not supposed to come home tonight?" A voice asks you, the owner striding closer to you until the bulge in his pants is rubbing against your hip. 

With a turn of your head, you face the intruder by your left, pressing a flat palm on his chest. "Would I be here if he is?"

"I hate that color on you." He placed a hand on the small of your back, guiding you closer to him so your fronts are touching each other. 

Your brows rise in question at the statement. Red has always been your color, everyone has always associated it with you. "It's your favorite." 

"Not since that night," He whispered in your ear, breath tickling your neck as it blows away the stray hairs resting on your jaw. "A night of elegance and opulence, you showed up in the very same color, enveloped in his arms."

His free hand reached your shoulder, finger fiddling with the tied ribbon straps before pulling one of the ends. Lips latched on to the juncture between your shoulders and neck, open-mouthed wet kisses littering your heavily-scented skin. He always makes a comment about how bitter and sweet you tasted but tonight he doesn't. 

"What do you suggest I wear?" You speak with a restrained throat, like the air was cut from your lungs as he reaches for the other strap of your dress. 

He doesn't speak for a moment, continuing his silent torture on your neck, now with the inclusion of teeth as nibbles on the tender skin. With a pull on the thin straps holding the dress together, your breasts spill out in front of you, his calloused hands catching them in a perfect momentum as he chuckles on your skin, "Nothing."

Occupied by the application of your lip gloss a few moments ago, the fact that he went with a glass of wine went unnoticed by you. Not until he was pressing the cool glass on your protruding nipples, making goosebumps rise along the circle as you draw a soft gasp. Your weak hands reached to grip his wrist, trying to get him to slow down as your knees shake from pleasure.

He wasn't having any of your disobedience tonight.

By the time the next beat comes, his hands are on your throat, squeezing it as he pushes you over to the tile of the room. All you could do was whimper his name as pleasure spikes in your stomach, the arousal in your middle dripping down your inner thighs. "T-tooru."

"What kind of master taught you in your childhood?" He clicked his tongue in disapproval, hand on your throat gripping a little tighter than previously. "Did you not know you refer to your fellow nobility with formality? Take for example.. sir."

The glass lost contact with your nipples, the man before you dragging it slowly to your lips as the thumb from the hand on your neck reaches up to pull your mouth open. He tilts the glass to you, "Now, aren't you thirsty? I noticed you were much too preoccupied with the whiskeys, I believe you haven't gotten the luxury of tasting their wine yet."

"I am thirsty." You croak out, every single trace of composure leaving your body as you succumb to his humiliation. "Please let me taste it, good sir."

"Of course." He smiles at you, a devilish aura hidden behind as he lets the liquid touch your tongue, red liquid dripping down your chin as he purposely misses the target. "Don't swallow."

Mouth ajar and wetness dripping down your chin and hand-covered neck, he inches closer to you, connecting your lips to his as he forces you to share the bitter drink. Tongue dancing with yours as you create a mess, a pool of red. 

Enchanted by the kiss, you don't notice the fingers bunching up your dress, nimble fingers slowly discarding your underwear as they part your folds open, air blowing through you dripping, little cunt. His thumb toys with your throbbing bud, two other fingers collecting wetness and spreading it around. 

"Disgusting," He spits in your mouth, hand leaving your neck as he grasps your breast instead. "So wet. So slippery. So filthy."

In another place, another setting, another situation, you would have been offended being talked to in such a manner. How dare anybody at all humiliate one of the most powerful women in the country? But in the presence of Oikawa Tooru, whose power is next only to your husband, you would gladly get on your knees. Let him call you all kinds of names, treat you like a dirty whore.

"Sir," You whine out seductive, hands reaching the pants restraining his throbbing member inside and palming him, making him let out a hiss. "Please."

"Please, what, hmm?" He pushes a finger inside, pumping in and out of you with ferocity making you burn and scream. Your white, sticky cream clinging into his fingers and down to his wrist as you clench over and over around him.

"Fuck me like a filthy little slut, sir." You beg him as you claw on his shoulders, gripping it for support so your knees don't end up giving out. "Use me."

He didn't need to be told twice. With a growl, he yanks his fingers out of you, tears staining your eyes in both emptiness and pain as he forcefully turns you around, pressing you cheeks on the cold tile. He pushes the slippery material of dress up higher, exposing you to him as he licks a bold stripe from your clit to the opening, pushing his tongue in slightly and wiggling it inside. The wet muscle presses on the spongy spot inside of you, making you tremble in pleasure.

The assault of his tongue didn't last long. Not when his thick length rips you apart with every sinking inch, the stretch painful but welcomed. 

He is just as you remember him to be, long, think, fat, hard and everything else you could possibly dream of. He rams his cock into yours, heavy balls slapping your clit over and over. The squelching sound every thrust is making, thanks to your slick and juices, is humiliating. The wetness echoing everywhere in the room.

"You're practically squeezing the release out of me, I can't even --- fuck, you're so tiny and wet and tight… can't even move properly." He groaned into your shoulder, palms reaching down your belly to press down slightly, making you gasp out at the new feeling. "Do you feel that? I'm going to fucking break you if I go harder than this."

"Y-yes.. Ah, yes, sir. You make me f-feel so, so full." You cry out, quivering with pleasure as you reach between where your bodies connected, flicking the bud quickly – adding on to the already overwhelming amount of unbelievable pleasure. 

"Squirt." He orders out of nowhere, startling you before you shake your head slowly, trying to form coherent sentences in the midst of being fucked stupid.

"I can't. I have never done that." 

"Oh, I'll make you, baby. Make sure this little cunt sprays all over me." With that, he angles a bit deeper, swollen fat tip kissing your cervix as he rubs your spot over and over. 

Your vision whitens as you feel a different kind of climax build up inside you, your stomach tingling as you feel yourself get closer and closer. Unable to quiet down your moans and whimpers, you scream out his name, walls clamping down on him as he pounds into you for the last time.

Liquid shoots out of your hole, spraying all over his already opened dress shirt and onto his firm abs and down your thighs. He continues moving against you, the juices coming out of you, creating an even wider mess. 

"What a good girl." He coos as he pulls you back up, his own thick strings of cum dripping out of you in a sticky pool. He softly presses his lip into yours, fingers combing your hair back before hugging you to him.

"I love you." You whisper against his neck, tightening your hold around him.

"I love you too, pretty girl." He pulls out of the embrace, dragging you to the sink to clean you up. 

"You got my dress all wet and dirty." He only chuckles at that.

As you strut outside the bathroom, having the chance to fix your hair and make up inside, the only thing unusual about your appearance is the wet patches on your silk red dress. You didn't care about the stare of other men or what they have to say in their heads. 

But you definitely did care about what the uninvited man in front of you will.

Your husband.

"I got home earlier than expected." He jogs over to you, hair gelled and styled to perfection. The elegance spilling all around him. "The guards said you'd be here."

"Honey," You manage to choke out, hands reaching up to cup his face lovingly. "I missed you."

You didn't miss the twinkle in his eyes, neither the questioning look as he takes in your appearance. "Why is your dress so wet? How improper."

Eyes glancing backwards to where Oikawa stood, you compose yourself for a response. 

"I had the pleasure of being in the presence of the great Lord of the West, Oikawa Tooru. However due to clumsiness and lack of etiquette, circumstances led to a messy spill of drinks. No worries, my husband.. We took care of everything in the washroom."

[imaginethathaikyuu]

even apart

oikawa tooru x reader 

tags: so much fluff its gross, established relationship, slight angst to comfort, a lot of i love yous, lots of tears, a little surprise at the end :D, slightly inspired by lover by miss taylor swift fem reader

hope u like !

word count: 1578

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You’d been preparing yourself for this night for the better half of the year. 

It’s never something you talked about with your boyfriend, though. Any time he brought it up, you didn’t dare converse about the difficult topic for too long. It was hard. It was scary. It would be a big change. And you didn’t want to think about it until you absolutely had to, but all that pushing away had finally caught up to you. 

And right now, sitting on your balcony alone, it was all you could think about. You had left all of these feelings for right now, and you were absolutely regretting it. 

Tomorrow, your boyfriend of four years would be moving to another country. Oikawa would be living in the place of his dreams, Argentina, and he’d be playing volleyball for a team he had grown to love, and he’d be leaving you behind.  

For the first time in four years, you’d be without him. 

His familiar, soft voice interrupted your thoughts. “I can hear your thoughts from all the way inside.” 

You opened your eyes to see him walking through the sliding glass door, on his way to sit next to you on the bench. 

“Sorry, I was, uh… telling Iwa bye,” he mumbled. 

When he sat down, you could see his eyes were red, despite how dark it was outside. The light from inside lit his face well enough to see. 

“How did that go?” 

He shook his head. “It went.” 

You knew he didn’t want to talk about having to leave Iwaizumi - the same way you didn’t want to talk about him leaving you - so you didn’t press on. You had to remember this was hard for him and everyone else, too - not just for you. 

“Can’t I just go with you?” you asked. “I just want to be where you are.” 

You heard him release a deep breath as he said, “I wanna be where you are, too.” 

And you couldn’t muster a response, so you didn’t even try. Instead, you sat up and grabbed his hand, which was much larger and worn than yours. You got a good look at it, because you knew this would be your last chance for a while. 

He squeezed your hand tight. “I won’t be that gone long.” 

“It’ll feel like forever,” you said, knowing you were being over dramatic. 

Tooru gave you a sad smile. “It’ll go by quick… and I’ll be thinking about you the whole time I’m gone. Will still be playing for you even if you won’t be at every game.” 

You nodded and wiped your tears. Tooru giggled, “you’re a mess, babe.” 

“Thanks.” 

“You’re my mess,” he replied. “Long distance will be a piece of cake.” 

You rolled your eyes but played along, “yeah, for sure.” 

“I’ll be home for Christmas, and for your birthday, and every other holiday. And you’ll come to so many of my games - you get to brag about dating a pro athlete, now, isn’t that worth the time apart?” 

You laughed, and thought about it. What he said was a joke, but it was true - getting to brag that your Oikawa Tooru was finally the athlete he’d always wanted to be made all of this worthwhile. 

“That does make it worth it,” you replied, and he draped an arm over your shoulder to pull you against him. “As long as you don’t find anyone else. I’m sure you’ll have a fan club after the first week.” 

You were kidding, and Tooru laughed, low and breathy, but there was an edge to the joke that cut through the chill in the air. It was the lump in your throat and the insecurity in your tone and the shaking of your hands giving away the fear you’d been holding onto, and Tooru caught it. 

“There could never be anyone else.” 

He wasn’t sure if you knew that he was scared, too. He was telling you the truth he’d known for years, and there was nothing scarier than that fact. 

You were his only one. 

There would never be anyone else, even if you found a better match than him - he would never love anyone, or anything, the way he loves you. 

And he knows you love him, which quells the fear. You’re the most stable part of his life, really, and there’s nothing he can’t do if he’s got you on his side. He’s always known that. And he tries his best to give you the same support; to hold you up when you need him to and watch you shine in the blinding way you do. He’s going to do that even when he’s living in another country, even when it gets hard, even when neither of you are shining at all. 

“You don’t even know how much I love you,” he said, and it was hard to be so honest, to say something so sickeningly sweet, but the smile his words put on your face made it worth it. 

There was a choice Oikawa had to make, right there on that balcony at half past midnight, a choice he’d been facing since he caught you scrolling through pictures of dresses and rings on Pinterest - was this it? Was this the moment he’d been looking for? 

It wasn’t, he thought, until you looked up at him and caught him in a shaky kiss and mumbled an, “I love you,” against trembling lips. It wasn’t, because he had a flight to catch in just a few hours, and he had suitcases lining the foyer, and he’d be gone before you could even celebrate. It wasn’t the right time, it wasn’t the right place, it wasn’t perfect enough for you and everything he’d dreamed of giving you - it wasn’t, but he was pulling that ring out of the safety of his pocket, anyway, and every perfect line was slipping his mind, and he wasn’t even convinced you’d say yes, but he was moving on impulse. 

“You’re the only one,” he said, and his entire body was shaking, “I want you to be the only one forever.” 

“I will be,” you replied. And then you looked down, and you saw the ring he held between two fingers, shaking like a leaf, in danger of dropping the damn thing, and he actually laughed as you sat there frozen. 

“I wanna be yours forever,” he said. “Will - will you marry me? Do you think you can stand to have me around for that long?” 

“Tooru,” and you were shocked, crying more than you were minutes before, and you stood up and looked down at him with wide eyes. 

He’d made his choice, bit the bullet and let himself ask even though he should’ve waited. Popping the question in the middle of a sad night at your apartment was never his ideal - he always thought it’d be funny to make a show of it somewhere public - but there was something about doing this right before he left that he liked. Leaving you with this memory, giving you this dramatic evidence that he only wanted you, was the one thing he wanted to do before your lives changed. 

And now, he was waiting for you to make your choice and give him your answer. Maybe he should have been more afraid, more nervous, but there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you would say - 

“Yes, Tooru, oh my god, I can’t believe this, oh my god, yes!”

You fell into his lap, arms around his neck with your knees on either side of his legs - and Tooru was rushed with relief, even though the biggest part of himself knew that your answer would be yes. 

“Iwa told me you’d do this,” you mumbled, laughing. 

“What?! I didn’t even tell him!” 

“I think he just knew,” and you pulled back from the tight hug to look at him, wiping your cheeks only to make room for more tears. 

“I didn’t even know I was going to do this,” he said. “I just - I happened to have the ring with me - I don’t know why -” 

“I love you - you could have done it sooner, you know - I love you so much.” 

“I love you,” he said, and he took your hand and slid the ring onto your finger, and he was in love with the sight of your pretty hand wearing such a lovely ring. “I want to get an engagement ring, too. It might be nice to have one since we’ll be apart for awhile. You should pick it out.” 

“That would be cute,” and your voice was thick with tears and your eyes were swimming in their sockets as you inspected the gift he’d given you. 

He wanted to tell you not to cry, but his own eyes were starting to well up, and there was no point in either of you hiding those emotions from each other. He didn’t need to be too embarrassed to cry in front of you, and he didn’t need to coddle you until your tears stopped. 

It was okay to cry, and it was okay to be happy and sad, and it was okay to show it. 

Because this was hard. And it probably wouldn’t get any easier. But it was worth it, you both knew that, and your love for each other wasn’t changing - that moment proved it. The ring he’d given you was a symbol for it. 

“We’ll still be together forever,” he told you, holding your face and pulling you in close, “even when we’re apart.” 

[sophiemess]

ROSES

pairing(s): oikawa x gn! reader

tags: hanahaki disease au, happy ending

warnings: a lot of vomiting and coughing up stuff

wc: 1664

a/n: here u go!! what i've been working on at 11 pm for three nights in a row now. also my i, k, and comma keys r broken so please bare with me 😭 i suck at writing angst with a happy ending, i can only write soul crushing angst that makes u go "whY" so this isnt the best but whatever enjoy anyway

tw: a lot of vomiting and coughing up stuff

There was a rose petal sitting in the crease of your elbow.

At first, the sight of the tiny flower had confused you. You even looked around for a few seconds, thinking that the wind had blown a stray petal toward you, but there were no rose bushes around. It was only you, stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, with a dark red rose petal in the crease of your arm where you’d just coughed. And just as you were about to shrug it off and continue walking, you sputtered again— and there it was. A rose petal, fluttering to the ground in front of you.

No… It couldn’t be, could it? You hadn’t… coughed it up, had you? Oh, no…

As if confirming your worst fear, you coughed, and a rose petal fluttered out from your open mouth. And it was then that you knew that this would be very, very bad.

Later that day, in the bathroom, while you leaned over the sink and stared at the occasional hacked-up rose petal, lost and not knowing what to do, a face flashed through your mind. This had started with Tooru Oikawa, hadn’t it? That was the issue. You hadn’t been expecting to catch feelings for Seijoh’s beloved setter-slash-captain, but then again, you hadn’t been expecting to have flowers in your lungs either. You closed your eyes and saw Oikawa’s smile, heard his soft giggles he’d let out whenever someone made a joke in his presence, good or bad. And you also couldn’t help imagining how surely soft his kisses must be. You and Oikawa were friends, good friends an eternity ago, but now your relationship was weak. But it was still there. And you had enough memories from younger days to fill a scrapbook.

Another hacking cough interrupted your thoughts, accompanied by the petal, soft as silk. This had started with Tooru Oikawa, but did you really want it to end with Tooru Oikawa? Over the next week, the sputtering got more noticeable. Every time you coughed, your lungs would ache dully as if something was compressing them, and slowly more petals started to rise from your throat along with that horrible breathless feeling. You noticed the stares, too, and they were awful. You’d rather get strangled by the vines of a plant than have to see the way that everyone looked at you when you coughed uncontrollably. That look in their eyes, undoubtedly thinking, Aw, look at the poor thing with Hanahaki disease, made you want to let the flowers take over faster. But possibly the worst thing that happened over the next week was when none other than Tooru Oikawa came to you as you were about to walk home.

“(Y/N)!” He called melodiously as you slung your satchel on, and you usually would’ve ignored it except for the fact that you could recognize that tone anywhere, and it was Oikawa. How could you ignore him, especially when he was the one causing your sickness? “I hear you’re sick,” He said with a slight grimace as he came to a stop in front of you. “Feel better soon, and let me know if you need me to bring anything over. Okay?” You nodded, although it was painful, and coughed up another flower. “Thanks.”

Oikawa stared at the petals, three or four, that had just been dislodged from your throat, and slowly a frown crossed his face. “You don’t…” “I do,” You said with a sad smile. “Hanahaki. Isn’t that sad?” “Oh, (Y/N),” He sighed, putting his hands on your shoulders, and you felt your face heat up. “I know that Hanahaki is a hard thing to deal with, but… I’m hoping you find the courage to—” “I have to go.” You cut him off, staring at the ground and feeling tears begin to well up. Oikawa was silent for a second before whispering, “What?” “I—I have to go,” You repeated insistently, already starting to turn. “I’m sorry, I just…” He stared at the sidewalk next to you, an expression composed of sadness and confusion, before muttering, “Oh. Okay.”

As you ran off and left him, wiping the tears spilling from your eyes, you could’ve sworn you heard him cough behind you.

A few weeks later, as the disease progressed and you could barely speak without vomiting a bouquet, you started to not sleep at night. The only thoughts on your mind were endless wonderings of what was next. Would you really let your love betray you and allow this to end your life? Did you really have enough courage to have the roses, containing all your love and memories and feelings for Oikawa, removed? Did you have enough courage to tell him he was the one and pray that he had feelings back?

No. No was the answer to all of the above. So it was only a matter of how far out of your comfort zone you were willing to push yourself, and you had a feeling that the decision needed to be made soon because, God, did your chest hurt.

You had Oikawa’s number. So at 2:35 AM, you texted him, Hey. Are you up?

His response came quick. I am now! What’s up?

It took a bit of coaxing, but you managed to convince him that whatever you needed to tell him was important enough for him to sneak into your bedroom window at 2:45 in the morning, so that was what he (messily) did. And as he greeted you and laid down on your bed beside you, you felt your chest tighten to the point where you could barely breathe. Before you could question it, though, flowers started to pour from your mouth.

“(Y/N)—” He started, but your incessant coughing cut him off. The look in your eyes told him that something wasn’t right. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

No, you wanted to scream. No, my love is killing me, you’re killing me, this isn’t right! But the flowers strangling you were too much.

This was going to end with Tooru Oikawa, no matter how much you didn’t want it to.

He made a move to get up, but you grabbed his wrist and held him close to you. There was no point in trying to get anyone else; at this point, you were just hoping you wouldn’t be alone. He seemed to realize this and wrapped you in his arms, not even caring how much you were sputtering. You couldn’t tell if he was helping or making it worse.

“I’m sorry,” Oikawa muttered, and the sudden realization that he was crying hit you. “I’m sorry I can’t do more to save you… I’m so sorry.”

You wanted to scream to him that he was the only person that could save you, but you couldn’t.

“Please, breathe,” He urged you, somehow pulling you closer to him. “Breathe for me, please, please…” Somehow, this helped. His encouragement somehow made your vision focus a little more, even though the thorn-covered stems of the roses were still wrapping around your lungs, sucking the air out of your body. And you were still deteriorating as Oikawa murmured words of praise and encouragement that had no effect. He had never felt more helpless in his life, which was the most painful feeling because he loved you. God, Tooru Oikawa loved you more than anything, and he was heartbroken over the fact you were dying of Hanahaki disease on the floor in front of him. Because he thought he had made it so evident of his love for you, but here you were, so obviously, he wasn’t the right person. He was never the right person when it came to you. Sitting beside you, holding you tightly to him and crying, he felt as if he was the wrong person in the right place at the right time. There was a single missing puzzle piece. Knowing the piece was lost, he swallowed his pride just enough to watch your shallow, struggling breaths and whisper into your ear, “I love you, (Y/N).”

Those single four words sent electric shocks to your brain.

Oikawa was so absorbed in his own world that he didn’t notice you struggling less, and he said again, “I love you so much, (Y/N), and I’m so… I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you. I love you, I love you, I love you so much, and I always have, and I always will!”

It was there, on the floor of your bedroom, seconds away from death, that you realized Tooru Oikawa loved you. He loved you, he did, and you thought you’d never feel more relieved or grateful.

His words attacked the roses wrapped around your lungs, shriveled them up before they disappeared into ash. And even though you still felt a phantom pressure, you felt relieved tears pour from your eyes as you took the first painless breath in a long while.

Tooru loved you.

His voice was confused when he finally spoke, his voice cracking with the first syllable of your name. “(Y/N)?” “Tooru,” came your weak response, and you just managed to brush your hand along his jaw. “I love you, too.” You stared at each other with your watery eyes before sharing a teary, whispery laugh, Oikawa putting his hands on the back of your head and pressing your face into his neck. You happily accepted the gesture, and he cradled your head in his hands while repeating those three words.

There was a lot to think about and take care of in the morning. Plus, you’d have to sweep up the rose petals that littered every inch of your house. But the moon shone from your open window, and Oikawa squeezed you tighter and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you figured that staying like this for a while more couldn’t be so bad.

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