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Capa para a fanfic "Confissões" escrito por Soower para a seção de Haikyuu, fanfic com foco no Oikawa x Iwaizumi (Iwaoi).
Então, deixa eu confessar que de todos os personagens de Haikyuu, definitivamente eu sou hater do Oikawa NDOAINWDOIAWNDOINWA (não que seja um segredo né, é tipo minha relação com o Tsukishima, amor e ódio) Eu era mais na época que estava vendo o anime, hoje em dia eu até relevo um pouco. Mas não posso negar que o ship Iwaoi é um ship tão bonitinho, tão nhonhonho que eu fico meio bobinha editando coisinhas do ship, me fez até esquecer do hate no Oikawa NDAOIWNDWAIN Ainda mais com as artes de @ariannaaart que meu Deus! Que artes lindaaaas! (e ela me seguiu aaaaaaaaaaaaa eu tô surtando -qqq)
This message is for you Arianna, I wanted to thank you for allowing Soower and me to use your art for the fanfic cover edit! I was really happy to make this edit with Oikawa and Iwaizumi, and I hope you like it as well!
Créditos à @ariannaaart pela arte utilizada da edição e aos donos de todos os recursos utilizados como textures e png's.
Maid for Him (Oikawa x Reader/Slight Yandere)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: You were his maid. His lover. His life. He simply couldn’t let that sleazy visiting prince anywhere near you.
A/N: Hey guys. I know it’s been a while, and I’m really sorry. Life has really been kicking my ass lately, and I don’t want to let y’all down, but I just need a little more time between posts. Again, I am really sorry I haven’t been as active. But hey, thank you so much for 700 followers while I was gone! I hope you enjoy this Yandere Oikawa imagine to celebrate!
Word count: 1764
Everything seemed dustier than usual. The sun shone brightly through the stained glass windows, and fell upon the grimy, priceless tables. Artifacts from all over the world, vases, paintings, weaponry and more, were all covered in the fine particles.
Oikawa brushed a finger over an especially neglected sword and smirked at the gray filth left on the tip.
Oh, my little YN, are you neglecting your duties again? I suppose I’ll just have to punish you.
A snicker left him at the thought, and he continued down the halls to find you, dressed in that cute little maid uniform you wore. He was clothed just the way you liked him; in his riding gear and fresh from the showers, preparing to go to the stables. But he just had to see you first.
“Where are you, love?” he muttered under his breath, brown orbs darting back and forth through the velvet-lined corridors. An occasional ray of warmth brushed over his form with every confident stride past the windows. It was silent for ages, and the residual scent of this morning’s breakfast still hung in the air. Sweet-berry covered pancakes combined with the freshest maple syrup accepted as a gift from the visiting kingdom.
It had been almost as delicious as you.
Oikawa tsked at every empty room he passed, a sneer growing larger and larger on his face. All of them were filled with at least one servant, but not a single one was you.
“Where the hell are you?” he seethed through gritted teeth.
His bedroom. Nothing.
The dining room. Nothing.
The throne room. Nothing.
Even the library was vacant of your presence. A nauseating pressure welled up in his throat. You didn’t… leave, did you?
No. You would never. You loved him too much.
Just as he loved you.
So where the hell were you?
After rubbing his temples, Oikawa shook his head to clear his thoughts. Surely you were somewhere nearby.
“Please don’t.”
Like right there.
Your nervous tone echoed from within a guest room of the castle. He rushed toward the familiarity like a cat after a mouse, leather boots stomping against the floor rapidly.
“Oh come on, sweetheart. I saw the way you were looking at me this morning.” A slimy, greasy, disgusting voice responded to you. The prince from the neighboring kingdom. Oikawa charged faster to the door, until he was practically sprinting throughout the castle. Arriving at the cracked door, he paused only to peer inside at the sight.
You, in that horribly revealing uniform, with a feather duster in your hand. Your face was flushed, your eyes were wide, and your body seemed to be trembling with fear. Every few seconds, you shifted your weight from side to side, gripping the bottom of your short, black and white skirt with white knuckles.
The good-for-nothing bastard who towered over you sniggered at your nervousness. He stood in the center of the room, his arms itching to reach out for you as he slowly backed you closer and closer to his four-poster bed. The so-called prince was trying to make a move on you.
That would not be tolerated.
“I was only offering you orange juice,” you stuttered. Dread painted your face, and every word you spoke accompanied a frantic tremble of your delicate lips. Oikawa’s nostrils flared, but he stayed hidden, ready to pounce when the moment called.
“I know you were offering so much more than that.” The foreign prince stepped closer and stretched out a hand, snagging a strand of your hair and rolling it between his finger tips. You flinched as he did, and cringed at the feeling of his alarming proximity. You weren’t moving, or even breathing, and you looked about ready to faint. The prince, standing a good head taller than you, took this as a go-ahead however.
His black, curly hair lowered over his blazing eyes, and you clenched your own tightly shut at the feeling of his hot breath falling over your face. The finger twirling your strands stopped, only to drag down the side of your paled cheek.
“I’ll show you a good time.”
“Please don’t.” His body drew closer to yours.
“Just let me-”
Slam!
With a ferocious kick to his gut, the prince went flying into his decorative bookshelf, causing the first two rows of novels and other decorations to topple onto his head. If looks could kill, the man would already be six feet under as Oikawa lowered his leg, grinding his jaw and heaving his chest up and down. Running a swift hand through his brown locks, your savior let a relaxed smile fall onto his face at the sight of the prince’s gashed forehead.
“That’s no way to treat our workers,” the brunet spat, reaching blindly for you while delivering the offender a paralyzing glower. “Don’t ever let me see you around YN again.” When his hand met yours, he snatched your wrist and dragged you out of the room, leading you outside and away from the scene.
After you tugged on his hand in effort to get him to slow, Oikawa dug his heels into the rich carpet of the halls and swiveled back to you. His endless brown orbs searched you up and down for any signs of disturbance or corruption, and only found tears swimming in your eyes. You bit your bottom lip, but bowed your head respectfully nonetheless.
“Thank you so much, your majesty. I don’t want to think about what could’ve happened if you hadn’t been there to save me.”
The prince rolls his eyes and scoffs, tugging you into a bone-crushing hug and forcing your head into his shoulder. “How many times do I have to tell you to drop the stupid titles?” After a long moment, you giggle softly against his skin and wrap your arms around him, relaxing into his hold.
“Sorry, Tooru,” he felt you grin when he sighed in relief, and the act made him giddy, “I was worried someone would hear.”
“I don’t care. Maybe I want them to hear.” You pulled back and smacked his chest at the thought, but Oikawa didn’t care. You gave him your signature raised brow and opened your mouth to lecture him about “keeping your relationship under wraps” as per usual, only to be stopped by him pressing a finger to your lips. The feeling of you, no matter how small, almost made him groan in pleasure, but he held back, knowing you both needed to discuss what had happened.
The playful glow in his eyes darkened into a more serious tone, and one of his hands reached up, brushing your hair out of your face before cupping your red cheek. The other interlocked his fingers with your own, and he ran a thumb along the skin of your knuckles. You had dropped your feather duster a long while ago back in the room, so you were free to press your other hand over the one against your face.
“Are you okay?” he mumbles tightly, his gaze scanning over your body carefully once more. He doesn’t know what he would do if that man had hurt you. Actually….
“I’m fine, but you’re about to break my fingers, so could you…” you trailed off and raised his grip into his view, displaying his suffocating grip. Oikawa let go in an instant, and his heart panged at the thought of hurting you. God, what was I thinking? Oikawa grimaced, digging his fingernails into the soft flesh of his palm.
“I’m so sorry.”
While blood oozed from his wounds, you smiled gently at him and shook your head, dismissing his apology. “It doesn’t matter,” his chest fluttered at the words, “I’m just glad you were there, Tooru.” He almost whimpered at the name.
Oikawa’s body shivered in excitement as you drew closer, at last pressing your lips against his in a swift, loving kiss.
His muscles ached to trap you against him, keep you there for longer than the five seconds you had allowed, but he knew better than that. Anything more that barely-there touches in the halls, and he would frighten you away.
He couldn’t risk it.
You pulled away just barely, letting your breaths brush his lips in the most intimate way as you let your eyes close, presumably to relish in the sensation. You felt the sparks of true love just as he did. He just knew it.
He couldn’t lose you. He won’t lose you.
~~~
The door to his chambers clicked open, and Oikawa snarled at the interruption. He couldn’t stay mad for too long though. You were passed out with your head on his lap, sleeping contentedly. You were obviously worn out from the day’s events, and what better person to take care of you than the love of your life? The prince simpered at the thought, brushing his hands through your wild locks and leaning his back against his headboard.
“Your majesty-”
“Be quiet,” he hissed, hurling both knights a glare. When his gaze returned to you, it filled with adoration as he ran the pad of his index finger down the bridge of your nose faintly. You mewled under your breath and snuggled closer into his lap, still not waking. Oikawa cooed at the sight, and scratched your scalp with the tips of his fingernails. You always loved the feeling in your sleep; it was one of many things he knew about you.
“Your majesty,” the first knight whispered, quieter this round. His gaze stayed locked on his liege, knowing that if it strayed south even once, the consequences would be dire. “What do you want us to do with the prince?”
Oikawa’s lips quirk up and his expression softens. Ever so fondly, he strokes your supple cheeks with the back of his hand and leans down to peck your smooth forehead. As he drifts away a few inches from your undisturbed face, he hums serenely, enjoying the content atmosphere of the room.
“Kill him.”
The Miracle of Childbirth (Oikawa x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: Yours and Oikawa’s children were the most amazing creatures on Earth… except when they acted like munchkin-sized pain in the asses.
A/N: Here’s a little imagine to celebrate 500 fUcKiNg followers, like holy shit!! Goddamn that’s amazing tysm :)))! (Also, it hasn’t actually happened yet, but I’m like two followers away so I’m gonna count it cuz I’ll be busy tomorrow.) It’s more Oikawa shit bc he’s just a hot piece of flat ass, and I’m dying for more domestic stuff w him. I got it from this prompt by @otpdisaster, so enjoy!
Word count: 880
There was no greater feeling than when you first looked into your twin children’s eyes while lying in your hospital bed. They were your shade, but had the long, curled lashes of their father. Aiko already had Tooru’s smug smirk down, and Reo had his brown tufts.
“They’re beautiful,” you had whispered, cooing softly when Reo wrapped his miniature fingers around your pinkie. Tooru nodded softly at your bedside, cradling your little girl in his arms and smiling down at her.
“They’re perfect,” he mumbled back, running a gentle thumb over her cheek. “They’re gonna be the best volleyball players on this side of the world.” You giggle lightly and shake your head while brushing over your boy’s fuzzy scalp, hugging his swaddled form closer to your chest.
“I’m sure.” You sigh happily as your husband pecks Aiko’s forehead, causing her to let out a small huff.
Every chubby little foot, every puffy tummy was gorgeous in your guys’ eyes. Nothing they could ever do would ruin the way you viewed them as the lights of your lives. They were nothing short of miracles.
Except for when they acted like little gremlins.
“WE CAPTURED THE DEMON!” You pause at the words and stare confusedly at the door. With a furrowed brow, you unlock your home and step inside, only to see a literal nightmare.
Stray pillows and blankets were splayed everywhere in your living room. The couch was cushionless and there was a homemade fort in the center of it all. It was primarily supported by four dining chairs dragged out onto the lounge’s carpet, but had a barrier that consisted of the sofa’s fundamental sections and stuffed animals from the children’s rooms. Two hefty comforters overlapped above its foundation and stood as an accessible entrance to the inside.
Both Aiko and Reo ran circles around the fortress with victorious war cries, waving their nerf guns wildly above their heads. “We captured the demon! We captured the demon!” Their yells echoed throughout the whole house as they scrambled up the stairs, presumably to grab more ammo. You, throughout all of this, had watched in a mixture of horror and amusement.
“Tooru?” you called out, glancing around the house for any sight of your husband.
“Mmmpf mmpf!” A muffled voice hummed from within the fort. Releasing a heavy sigh, you set down your keys and purse on the coffee table before kneeling down on the carpet. You crawl on your hands and knees to the fort, pushing aside a blanket and peering in. The sight before you was almost laughable.
Surrounded by a barrage of nerf darts and duct taped to a flimsy tea party chair was Tooru, gagged with a bundled pair of socks. Glitter sparkled in his brown hair and one plastic dart stood like a unicorn horn from his head while he frowned at you.
You could only smirk. “Need a little help?” He narrows his eyes, throwing a lazy glare your way. .
“Plugh,” he spits out the sock, “Welcome home.”
“Gee thanks,” you snicker before gesturing up and down at him. “So what, uh, what happened here?”
“Our children might become criminals.” He shakes his head wildly to loosen his forehead decoration, but it sticks like a piece of gum on the underside of a table. Tossing his head back in frustration, he lets out a loud groan before wiggling his captivated form at you. “You mind?”
“I guess I must.” You decide to show him pity and unwrap his hands, snorting when you rip off some arm hair.
“Owwie!” he pouts while rubbing his wrists, rising up from the plastic pink chair. After flicking away the nerf dart, you lead the way back into the outside world and Tooru squints at the change in lighting.
“How long were you in there?”
“Too long,” his eyes are haunted while he stares disorientedly at the wall. “I can’t believe my own children think I’m a demon.”
“Yeah, well, I’m the evil mom who won’t buy them McDonald’s every night. We all got problems.” As daily tradition, you peck his lips softly before walking into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
“What’s on the menu tonight?” He follows you and winds his arms around your waist, settling his chin on your shoulder while you sift through the cupboards.
“Green bean casserole.”
Two gasps sound from behind you.
“Oh no, they’re both demons now!” Reo exclaims.
“GET ‘EM!” Aiko shouts, and suddenly you’re being used as a human shield while Tooru screeches behind you in terror. Neft darts begin hit you in savory and unsavory places, and one even pokes you in the eye before-
“Hey, look, now Mommy’s a unicorn too!”
Across the Hall (Oikawa x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: Across the hall lived Oikawa, a smug womanizer who never knew how to confront his one-night stands after their five minutes of fame. To avoid confrontation, he repeatedly seeks refuge in your apartment, or in his case, in your bed. But what happens when you start to grow feelings for this amorous neighbor of yours?
A/N: (It’s not five am! Yay me!) This is an au prompt called “You live across the hall and you hide in my apartment when you want to avoid your one-night stands” I got from this list. My god, I wanted this to be so much better than it actually was. If even a single person likes this, I will be eternally grateful. I sincerely hope you guys like this one!
Word count: 5678
Your apartment complex was filled with… a different kind of people. The tenants below you, one ginger and one blunet, bickered like no other. Meanwhile, the renters above you, one with a buzzcut and one with black hair and a bleached tuft, constantly watched and fawned over Next Top Model. It was all weird, but the most curious one of all was the man who lived across from you.
He was a womanizer with no sense of personal space, and constantly holed up in your apartment to wait out his one-night stands. Over the months, you two became friends, and while you repeatedly offered to let him hide and rest in your spare bedroom, he never seemed to appreciate the offer. Instead, he had a tenacious habit of crawling into your bed space and wrapping his arms around you with the claim that he couldn’t sleep without cuddling something. No matter how many pillows you chucked at him, you seemed to be his most favorite teddy bear.
Tonight was no different, and your heart fluttered when he pulled you tighter into his chest. He had woken you up instantly, and he was lucky that you were too tired to be pissed off by the act.
“Oikawa,” you mumble lazily, rubbing the tiredness away from your eyes, “you know I only gave you that key for emergencies, right?”
“But this is an emergency, YN. The girls never leave unless I’m not there when they wake up.”
“Then maybe you should stop hooking up with random women.”
“I don’t see the issue.”
“Mhm,” you hum, rolling over in his embrace and yawning in his face. He gags at the smell and you smirk. “You know there’s a perfectly good couch for you to sleep on, right?”
“It’s extremely uncomfortable, I can’t stand that thing. I don’t know why you bought it.”
“Okay, then what about my spare room?”
“I’ve slept in there too! And trust me, nothing is more comfortable than this bed right-” Oikawa’s ranting is cut off by a frantic knock on your door. With a sigh, you nod your head towards the hall of your apartment and raise a brow.
“Is that tonight’s expedition?” He gives you a bashful smile.
“Possibly.” Rolling your eyes, you scramble out of your bed and trudge out of your room. The banging is about to rip your door right off its hinges. As it shivers from the force, Oikawa trails timidly behind you and peeks over your shoulder at the sight.
“What, did you bang a pro-wrestler or something?” You’re judging him so hard right now.
“Ugh, YN. So unfeminine. I don’t ‘bang,’ I make love.”
“To a rhino?” You watch with wide eyes as your front door trembles before approaching it slowly.
“Maybe.” Oikawa opts to cower behind the island in your kitchen, which is adjacent to the entrance of your apartment and in a perfect position for him to not be spotted.
“Wonderful,” you mutter, hesitantly placing a hand on the knob and opening the barricade to the beast. “Can I help you?” you ask, plastering on a fake smile.
Your neighbor’s one-night stand looks like she just stepped out of a magazine. With wavy blonde hair and long, tan legs, she seemed like the type to squash men under her designer stilettos and not bat an eye. Exactly his type.
“Yes, I’m looking for my… boyfriend Tooru,” she glances inside your apartment suspiciously, getting a little too close for comfort. “Have you seen him?”
“Umm, nope. Haven’t seen him.” You boredly blink at her and keep a hand on the door just in case she tries to barge inside.
“Well, if you do, could you tell him Sakura is looking for him?” She flashes you a dazzling smile that almost burns your irises.
“Sure.”
“Thanks! I’ll see you around!” Waving goodbye, she disappears inside the apartment across from yours, presumably to relocate her clothes from the night before.
“Not likely,” you mumble gruffly, slamming the door. You step into your kitchen only to find Oikawa casually eating a bowl of cereal on a stool at your counter. He shoots you an incredulous look.
“She didn’t see me, right?!”
“Oh no, of course not.” You snatch the breakfast away and munch on a bite of Cheerios. “Your girlfriend didn’t notice you stealing my food out in the open like a buttnugget.”
“I am not a ‘buttnugget’! And I’d prefer you not speak with your mouth full.” You stick your tongue out at him and he grimaces at the bits of chewed food still visible. “Nasty. Anyways, she’s not my girlfriend.”
“I guess you’re right,” you shrug, plopping onto a stool next to his, “she’s more like the love of your life.” You waggle your eyebrows at him and he scoffs while pushing your shoulder playfully.
“Not in a million years.” He rises from his seat and smoothly presses his ear to the door before checking the peephole. “Coast is clear. You should probably go back to bed, YN. Get some more of that beauty rest you so desperately need.”
“Bite me,” you grumble around a mouthful of cereal.
“I just might.” With a wink, he disappears out into the hall and back into his own home. The feeling of disappointment when he left wasn’t unknown to you, but you didn’t want to mull over it right now. Instead, you purse your lips and stand to wash the now-empty bowl, catching a glimpse of your clock on the way.
“Three a.m! What the fuck?!” Now that you know, the darkness outside your windows makes a lot more sense. Fortunately, it’s a Saturday, and it’s also not the first time Oikawa has required your help in fending off his nighttime companions. You’re used to it, but that doesn’t mean you don’t ream his ass about it every time you’re a little more conscious and awake.
“Goddamnit Oikawa.”
***
It happens again, and again, and again. And every time it does, your feelings for him grow just a bit more, weirdly enough. On those early mornings that you wake up to him sliding into your bed and winding himself around you, you can’t help but wish it was for an entirely different reason. Sadly, reality was that he was just trying to escape his nightly mistakes.
Some days, you rouse to the smell of bacon wafting into the room. Others, he slips in and out before you even stir, leaving only a couple pancakes and a thank you note in his wake.
It’s been more than a year of this. A year of your apartment being used as a hideout, and of you being used as snuggly aftercare. Finally, you’ve decided you’ve had enough. You made a plan to confess at Christmas while you exchange gifts.
“Oh wow!” You hold up the hand-written slip of paper with an amused smile. It had been packaged in several wrapped cardboard boxes, and you had spent twenty minutes removing and ripping open one after the other while Oikawa busted a gut. “A limited time coupon for one free booty call!” You shake your head with a small chortle while he snickers at the gift.
“I even laminated it.”
“Yes, yes you did,” you snort, flapping the “coupon” in the air. Holiday music plays softly in the background and you're both wrapped in blankets. A televised campfire crackles on the screen behind Oikawa, and the only thing brightening up your living room is the medium-sized, ornamented tree near the two of you, tinging the air with the scent of spruce and cinnamon.
“All right, I suppose I’ll save this for later.” You slip his gift under your thigh and hand him your own, in a red and green bag with tissue paper sticking out the top. “Now open mine!”
He smiles and digs his hand inside, crinkling around while he guesses, “Is it… a blanket?”
“Nope.”
“Is it… a t-shirt that says ‘I’m with stupid’?”
“No, you jerk!” You laugh and smack his knee. “Just open it!”
“If it’s worse than my gift, you totally owe me.”
“That’s literally not possible.” He gasps dramatically at you and finally pulls out the clothing. It’s a sweatshirt you had made especially for him. On the front was the logo for Boys’ Volleyball Nationals, and his eyes gleam in delight. Then he flips it around and reads the back.
“‘Number One Spectator’?!” He gawks at you in offense and you can’t hold back your giggles. While you crack up, he repeatedly glances between you and the sweatshirt with a pout.
“You totally owe me for this, YN!”
“I can’t! Oh, this is too good!” you guffaw, wiping tears away from your eyes. Suddenly, Oikawa tackles you to the floor, both hands beginning to attack your sides in a flurry of tickles.
“Oh shit!” you screech, twisting back and forth to try and escape. Your attempts are futile.
“Say you’re sorry!” One of his hands capture both of your wrists and hold them above your head so you couldn’t fight him.
“Never!” Your flabs ache while you wheeze out the occasional laugh.
“You’re so mean, YN!” He scolds with a wagging finger before instantly assaulting your exposed sides once more. “Just say your sorry!”
“Okay, okay! I’m sorry!” you cry out with a giggle, gulping in large amounts of air when he finally stops.
“You’re forgiven,” he nods with a lopsided grin, still holding your hands hostage. A long moment passes as you relax and catch your breath, his gaze never leaving your flushed face, but when you can finally think properly again, you realize the compromising position you both are in.
He’s straddling your hips, one pressed against each side while his face leers over your own. Never before have you noticed just how dark his brown eyes are, and you can’t help but spot the occasional gold fleck while you lose yourself in them. With a gulp, you rub your thighs together and lick your lips. The action instantly grabs his attention, and Oikawa tightens his grip on your wrists before slowly lowering himself closer to you. A small part of you wants to wait, wants to let your relationship grow stronger, but the rest of you yearns to live in the moment and enjoy it while you have the chance. You pick your side, and clasp your eyes shut to brace yourself. Then it happens.
There’s no explosions or fireworks like the books, but every single one of your nerves twinge with sparks. His lips are soft as they gently caress your own, taking their time to memorize the feeling. His brunet locks brush against your forehead and he carefully releases his hold on you, trailing his hands down to cup your cheeks while his tongue begs for entrance. Losing yourself in the moment, you allow it access, teasing and battling him for dominance with your own while you tenderly dig your fingers into his hair, combing and tugging on the strands as the kiss grows more heated. You separate for just a split second and Oikawa doesn’t stray far. In an instant, he’s biting and sucking on the smooth skin along your chin, using one arm to support himself over you while the other angles your head perfectly for his lips. Pain mingles with pleasure as his teeth graze and nip your delicate flesh.
“Tooru,” you whimper, and he grunts deeply in response. You yank on his tangled tufts harder, mewling his name repeatedly while he moves lower to leave love bites up and down your neck. He pecks the bruises soothingly and groans at the feeling of your hands pulling harshly in reaction to the sting.
“What do you want, YN?” He coos, words whispered against your skin. The sensation leaves you writhing beneath him.
“You.”
***
That night, the coupon was left forgotten on the floor, but its offer had been used.
The next day, you picked it up with a sniffle and dumped it into the trash while you gathered your clothes from around the living room. Like every other girl he had been with, he left during the middle of the night.
Unlike the mornings where you were shaken awake by him holding you close, you were all alone while viewing the sunrise through your blinds this time.
With puffy cheeks, you made yourself some instant coffee and downed it, ignoring the burn and the fresh numbness of your tongue now. You breathe out shakily and set the empty mug in the sink before preparing to take a shower. Every one of your movements was passively lifeless. Each footstep dragged against the floor, and every heartbeat in your chest pained you.
Under the scalding water, you scrubbed away the memory as best as you could, leaving your skin raw and aching, but you could still feel a semblance of his touch.
In the mirror, purple blemishes littered every inch of your body from your chin to your calves. The sight of them reminded you of what exactly had scared him off.
His head was buried in the back of your neck as he nibbled on the skin there. You sighed happily, reveling in the afterglow of your love-making while relaxing further into the bed. Ever so slowly, you trail a hand down to your hips and interlock your fingers with his own, leading him to peck your nape gently.
“I love you,” you confess quietly. It was the heat of the moment, and you couldn’t help yourself. His body tenses behind you and his hand squeezes yours tightly for just a second.
“Oh.” The word, if that’s what it was, doesn’t sink in, and you fall asleep with a small smile on your face, pressing your back against his chest comfortingly.
At the time, you didn’t know. You had finally been with the man you loved, and he didn’t return your feelings. You wanted to be angry, enraged, or vengeful, but you were just sad. Ashamed of yourself and what you had done the night before.
In the past, you thought you meant more to Oikawa than his one night stands. You had seen the fake smiles he put up around them, and they never compared to the authentic grins he gave you. He joked with you, opened up to you, spent time with you and always seemed to want you around. Oh, how wrong you were to believe he would feel the same.
***
Your employers weren't exactly okay with the fact that you had skipped about a month of work to wallow in self-pity, so they fired you. This unfortunate fact led you to search for a roommate, someone who could help you pay the rent while you job-hunted. You got an offer, and today he was moving in.
“YN?!” A familiar voice echoed from your apartment’s hallway, followed by a knocking on wood. “YN?!”
“Oikawa?” You hesitantly make eye contact with him while hauling your groceries up the stairs. He’s in front of your door surrounded by cardboard boxes, and his face looks flushed with distress.
“YN, are you moving out?!” It’s the first time he’s talked to you since he left, and you want to beat the crap out of him with the hope that it would quell the pain. It won’t work, you know that, but you figure it’d be worth a shot.
“No,” you clench your jaw and avoid his panicked gaze, “I got a new roommate.”
“Oh.” The look on his face falls, but so does every other emotion he had been displaying. Crossing his arms, he nods in understanding while observing the boxes of personal belongings around him. “That makes sense.”
“Yeah, so uh… I guess I don’t really have to tell you this, but you can’t really hide out in my spare room anymore,” you shift on your feet, “You know, if you wanted to.”
“Oh,” he repeats, and a muscle twitches in his jaw. “Okay.”
Awkward silence falls in the hallway, and you gulp while shifting awkwardly on the final stair to your apartment level.
“S-so,” he stutters before clearing his throat, “who’s your roommate?”
“Oh, his name is-” With perfect timing, your new roomie whips open the door to your home and grabs another cardboard box, completely dismissing the existence of the brunet across from him.
“Ushiwaka?!”
***
Your new roommate wasn’t exactly a bundle of fun. And for some reason, whenever he was caught in the hall with Oikawa, the latter would verbally attack him like a rat on a Cheeto. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you had a distant memory of your neighbor complaining about a man like Ushijima. You had both been on your couch, drinking wine and just talking about life when he suddenly grew angry at the memory of a man who “pissed him off like no other.”
In a way, you understood why; they were complete opposites. One was smug and social, while the other was more laid-back and reserved. Fate must have been on your side. Of course your new roommate would be the mortal enemy of the man who had broken your heart. Things were looking up, and it felt good to see Oikawa jealous, no matter how petty it sounded. You were heart-broken. Screw playing nice.
“Hey YN?” Ushijima’s deep voice boomed from within his bedroom. The sudden holler made you jump from where you had been reclining on your couch, binging a new Netflix series.
“Yeah?”
“Can you take out the trash today? I have to get to practice.”
“Sure, I got it.” After hopping off your sofa with a deep sigh, you plugged your nose with one hand and grabbed the trash bag in the kitchen with the other, kicking your way outside and into the hall.
“I’ll see you later snookums!” A feminine tone chimed from behind you.
“Heh, wonderful.” Oikawa. He must have a new lady friend. “Can’t wait, okay byeee!” His words were desperate and rushed as you pivoted to see him ushering a girl with her heels in her hands down the stairs. Wasn’t that… oh what’s her name… Sakura! When she disappears from his sight, he face palms and groans loudly.
“Still having trouble kicking ‘em to the curb?” you snort, rolling your eyes. While you throw your trash down the chute in the hall, Oikawa sighs.
“Umm sort of, actually. I just… I don’t know.” He sounds confused and broken. For some odd reason, you almost want to comfort him. “YN.” A hand drops on your shoulder and urges you to turn around. You do, and regrettably so.
His body language doesn’t show it, but deep in his eyes, there’s an emotion you desired from him weeks ago. No. “Things aren’t the same anymore. And I think I’ve figured out why.”
“No.”
“YN, please just let me explain.”
“No, Tooru!” His name slips from your lips before you can stop it. “You don’t get to do that!” Your heart is racing in an instant and his nostrils flare.
“YN, I love you!”
“I don’t care!”
A painfully long silence follows after your shout. The three words you’ve always wanted to hear from him echo in your head. He loves me. He loves me. Yes, but it didn’t matter. What he’s done… it was unforgivable. Leaving you like every other woman he’s been with. You thought you two were friends, that he wouldn’t treat you like that. But he did, and no matter how he felt now, he had to feel your pain.
“You… don’t care?” His lower lip trembles and his voice cracks. You quirk your mouth nervously and shake your head.
“Oikawa,” you mutter, “if you really loved me, why did you treat me like the rest?”
He stares at you for a while, frozen in shock. The hall grows ten times colder and suddenly it’s hard for you to breathe. You had to get out of there.
Spinning on your heel, you hurry back into your apartment, closing and locking the door just as you felt his fingertips reach and brush your elbow.
“YN! Wait!”
“YN? Are you okay?” Ushijima towers over your form, which had slumped to the ground against the wall. Tears prick your eyes, and you couldn’t remember the last time someone had asked you that question. He meant it too, there was a concern in his gaze you yearned for.
“No,” you croak out, using the door to help you stand with wobbling knees. The wood shivers beneath your hand from the pressure of Oikawa’s knocks. “No, I’m not.”
Desperately, your neighbor's voice still pleads outside, and Ushijima nods. “Okay, I’ll talk to him.” It’s the most words he’s said to you in a day, and they pang your heart.
“Thank you,” you mumble, trudging away from the door and collapsing back onto your couch.
“Of course.”
The door opens behind you, and the lock clicks after it whooshes shut. You hug your knees into your chest and let the tears fall.
He loves me.
“YN please!”
He loves me.
“She doesn’t want to talk to you. Please respect her wishes.”
He loves me.
“Oh, shut up you big oaf. I’m not gonna let you keep her from me! I won’t let you stop me again!”
He loves me.
You breathe out a shaky sigh as the voices finally quiet. Wrapping a blanket around yourself, you fall into a dreamless sleep on the couch, stained cheeks and all.
***
Another week passes. Ushijima has been talking you through the pain, but he’s also made you see reason.
“YN, he can be a pain, but I don’t think you should give up like this.” Was that really what happened? Did you give up?
“Doesn’t he deserve it?”
“Maybe, but I think he might be a person like me. I need time to sort my feelings out about things. Maybe he did too.”
His words shock you to the core. In all the time you’ve been thinking about your own feelings over what happened, Oikawa might’ve only started to understand his own. Okay, you got that. But then why did he sleep with more women afterwards?
“You might be right, but I still need time.”
“Okay.”
In a million years, you never thought a stoic man like Ushijima would become the one to help you understand other people’s minds. He himself seemed aloof, especially when you tried to thank him. “For what?” he would say, “I’m just proposing a theory.” The man didn’t have a single touchy-feely bone in his body, and you began to respect that. It didn’t mean you would confront Oikawa yet, but at least you were getting somewhere.
While you stew over what Ushijima had told you, you hear a racket from in the hall. Ushijima is at practice, so you have to leave the apartment for the first time since last Thursday.
“Hey Shittykawa! Open up!”
There’s a beefy man furiously smacking Oikawa’s door that intimidates the shit out of you. However, you’re obviously not his target, so you lightly set the baseball bat down that you had grabbed for self-defense.
“C’mon Loserkawa! Tell me what’s going on!”
“Umm,” you hesitantly pipe up. “Is everything okay?” While even though it involved your neighbor… you think, you still wondered if something bad was going on. Did something happen to Oikawa? Guilt struck your heart at the thought. Oh God, what if you never got to see him again?
“Yeah, I guess,” Beefcake replies gravely and gestures a thumb at your neighbor’s door. “My friend just hasn’t left his house in a while. Sorry if I disturbed you.”
“It’s okay.” You figure the muscle man has it handled and plan to return to your daily activities of job-searching and wallowing in misery, but he grabs your shoulder suddenly, causing you to flinch.
“Wait!” He looks over his shoulder at Oikawa’s door, then back to you and your apartment. A deduction has been formed. “Are you YN?” Uh oh.
“Umm, yeah? Who’s asking?”
“Well son of a bitch,” he grumbles with a snarl, brandishing a key from his pocket. After sticking it in the lock and shouldering open the door, the man drags you into Oikawa’s apartment, which looks like ground zero. Pillows and clothing are strewn everywhere. There’s a table flipped on its side and empty food containers are littered on the ground here and there. In the middle of it all, curled up in a ball and covered in a blanket is a tear-stained Oikawa. His eyes resemble that of a raccoon as he peels them away from the TV he had been watching from his perch on the couch.
It’s a soap opera… about two roommates falling in love. Holy shit, he’s broken.
“Goddamn, Shittykawa, it smells like someone died in here!” The man who tugged you in here waves his hand to disperse the aromatic funk, only to waft it into your face. You hold back a gag.
“Something did, Iwa.” He makes eye contact with you for a split second before glancing away. “My happiness.”
You can hear your heart break at the jab, but “Iwa” only scoffs.
“You big sissy,” he folds his arms and raises an unimpressed brow. “Just talk to her and fucking get over it. We’ve needed you at practice for a week now.” Iwa places a hand on your back and shoves you forward through the mess. It’s not a hard push, but it’s enough for you to get the idea.
“Call me when you’re done so I can let the team know you’re okay.” Beefcake begins to exit but halts himself with a hand on the door. “Don’t go dark like that ever again, okay Shittykawa? People worry about you, not just your love life. Let us know what’s going on,” he mumbles over his shoulder before disappearing into the hall.
When you turn back around, Oikawa is sniffling and wiping his nose while avoiding your gaze.
“So…” you trail off awkwardly, standing in the middle of his apartment like a clean lighthouse amongst a beach of crap.
“YN, I’m sorry.” Oikawa takes the initiative, but still refuses to look at you. “God, I’m so sorry for what I did. I knew it was a bad idea from the moment I left your bed.” His voice is absolutely ruined. It sounds like every word scrapes past his throat and rubs it raw. He sounds… broken.
You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you struggle to breathe at a normal volume.
“I just,” he pauses to hide his face in his hands. “I just didn’t know what else to do. With you, yeah it felt different. God, of course it did. It felt amazing. But leaving after was the only thing I knew how to do, no matter what I felt.”
His words raise the hair on your arms, and you slowly walk around the random objects, taking your sweet time before you slump down onto the couch beside him.
“Okay,” you breathe out shakily, eyes also locking on the television. “I get that.” As you chew on the inside of your cheek, you can’t help your gaze straying to his hand. It’s twitching closer and closer to you and you grasp it slowly, interlocking your fingers like long before. His are cold, and in your peripheral vision you can see him smiling at you while you try to warm it up with both hands.
“But look,” you pull your legs up onto the couch and swivel to face him, grabbing his other hand and rubbing it in the process, “I’m gonna need a little time to trust you.”
“That’s okay!” He nods his head frantically and turns to face you as well, copying your position. “I can give you time!”
Your lips twitch at his excitement and you shyly glance down at your hands, but your eyes catch on something. The sweatshirt you got him for Christmas. He’s wearing it. Your breath hitches at the sight and Oikawa grows confused, following your gaze down to his clothing choice as well.
“Oh. Right.” He forces on a smug smirk. “It’s not that bad now that I’ve tried it on- oof.” You don’t hesitate to yank him into a hug across the couch. To be honest, you were surprised he had kept it. You had expected him to toss it just like you had done to his coupon. Although, to be fair, your gift had already been utilized.
With a sigh, you tuck your face into the crook of his neck and drag a hand up into his hair, combing through the tangled strands. Hesitantly, he wraps his arms around your back, then seems to gain a little courage as he suddenly squeezes you ten times harder than your ribs can handle. You don’t mind though.
“I’m sorry for what I said, too,” you whisper against his neck, pressing a kiss against his skin simply because of the convenience. “I love you.”
Oikawa freezes in your hold and digs his fingers into your back. “... I love you too.” You sigh happily into his collarbone, pecking his skin more and more as his breathing grows labored.
“YN.” He pulls away just enough that there is a minimal amount of space between your noses. His eyes bore into your own with utter seriousness as he rubs his hands up and down your back calmingly. “I need you to know that after that night, I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Abruptly, you pull away and snap your brows together. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“What about Sakura?”
“Who?” You roll your eyes.
“Sakura! The girl you pushed out of your apartment?” His eyes widen in realization and he leans back slightly.
“Oh crap, you’re right. She was a nutjob!” You scoff.
“So you did have sex with her.”
“No,” he shakes his head and stares deeply into your eyes so you knew he meant it. “I didn’t. She got ahold of me weeks after I stupidly gave her my number in the first place and I had to kick her out of my house after she barged in.”
“Oh really, snookums?” You sneer at him and he only chuckles.
“Yeah, buttnugget,” he smirks and bounces his forehead against yours lightly. “I mean it. She was an absolute whacknut, and I blocked her right after she left.”
“She was carrying her shoes.”
“You think I’m gonna let her track mud into my apartment?” You glance around with a disbelieving look and nod your head.
“Uh yeah.” Oikawa scoffs and gestures around the living room.
“Ok, this,” he points his fingers in emphasis, “was all your doing, sweetheart. Congratulations, you're the second person in the world to break me.”
“Second? Aw man, who beat me?” You snicker as he smacks your thigh, offended. Then his face darkens and your smirk falters at the sight.
“Is something going on between you and Ushiwaka?” The smirk regains its rightful place and you tug on Oikawa’s cheek teasingly.
“Aww, Tooru, are you jealous?” He bats your hand away and pouts at you.
“Of course! That emotionless bastard told me to stay away from you. Also, everybody knows roommates always fall for each other!” Your face scrunches up at the thought.
“Okay, who told you that?” He huffs and points at the TV.
“Sofia and George fell in love after like two weeks of knowing each other! I mean, yeah, he did put her mother in a coma, but that bitch deserved it!” Your eyes grow to the size of saucers at his theory and you don’t hesitate to click the television off before grabbing his hand and tugging him out of the apartment faster than he can say “telenovela.”
“What are you doing?”
“Bringing you back out into the real world, where stepmoms don’t poison their daughter-in-laws over a lost diamond.”
“They don’t?!”
***
The sun is shining, birds are chirping, and once again, thankfully, Oikawa is right by your- oh shit, he’s gone!
“Tooru?!” you call out in a panic, feeling around the empty mattress for any sign of where he may have gone. “Tooru?! You son of a bitch, I swear if you left again, I will kick your ass!”
“YN?” Oikawa peeks his head inside your bedroom, throwing you a confused look. “What are you yelling about?” Oops.
“I thought your bitch-ass left again.” Your husband rolls his eyes at you.
“Seriously, YN? It’s been five years, give it a rest will you?” You only stick out your tongue and roll out of bed before waddling over to him.
“Never.” You smile sweetly and kiss his cheek while he rubs circles on your stomach. With a shake of his head, he lazily returns your grin and lands a large smooch on your forehead before directing you into the kitchen.
“I was making you breakfast by the way.” He sets the plate down in front of you, and it’s a pleasant surprise to notice he’s shirtless and only wearing a “kiss the chef” apron over his glorious six pack. “Pancakes and hot sauce, just like your nasty, pregnancy-craving ass requested.”
“Mmm, delicious.” You rub your pregnant belly and lick your lips hungrily. “Just like baby Ushiwaka wanted.”
“I told you that joke isn't funny, YN!”
Fake Marks, True Love (Oikawa x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: The hickey was fake, but the pain Oikawa felt when he saw it? It was real, and it hurt like a bitch. “Who touched you?”
A/N: Angst! Angst! Angst (and fluff)! Also, another prank fanfic? Wow! Who’d have thought? Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this fake hickey prank with Aoba Johsai’s cocky setter!
Word count: 1341
The dark splotch on your neck was perfect. It was slightly below your ear and couldn’t be easily covered by hair or clothing. I could be a makeup artist. You dipped the brush into the powder and dusted it over the mark as a final touch, making it seem more natural and subtle.
“And now we wait,” you mutter, packing up the eyeshadows and foundations around you before settling down in the living room. You bundle up in a thick sweatshirt and yoga pants, hopping onto the couch and preparing for Oikawa to come over after finishing practice.
About an hour later, the TV is loud and lit up the room with your show, but you could still hear your boyfriend’s knock on the door along with the call of your name. You had almost drifted off to sleep, so you yawn while rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands.
“YN!” He rang the doorbell obnoxiously until you whipped open the door with a fierce glare.
“Was that really necessary?” you hiss, the jingles still ringing in your ears.
“Of course,” he scoffed, “I wanted to see you. Be flattered.” He smirks at you before stepping inside, glancing around your house while kicking off his shoes.
“The Office? Really?” He raised a brow at your entertainment choice. “You’ve watched that like a million times.”
“And I’ll watch it a million more, so get used to it.” You stick out your tongue and trudge back over to the couch, Oikawa snagging your waist in the process and following closely behind you. His hands were cold from outside and rough from his practice.
“I suppose I’ll have to, won’t I?” He sighs dramatically and flops onto the sofa beside you, plopping his sweaty head on your lap.
“Ew, ew, ewww!” You pat his forehead in an effort to urge him to move but he only swats your hand away.
“Shush,” he relaxes both arms behind his head, not-so subtly caressing your thighs in the process. “It’s not that bad.” You know he’s right. Sweaty or not, his hair is always soft and calming to run your hands through, so you do it.
“See?” His brown eyes glow from down on your lap and you roll your own at him.
“Fine, you win-”
“God, I love hearing those words.”
“Now shut up and let me watch Jim prank Dwight.”
“Fine, I will. Now you shush and let me,” he pauses for a second, looking up at your face confusedly, “... stare… at… you,” he trails off. His brows are furrowed and his eyes are filled with pain. What’s wrong with him? You glance down curiously before returning your gaze to the screen.
A hand of his peels out from under his head and reaches up to brush over your face then down under your ear. Smiling faintly, you lean into his touch. He was gentle with his movements and you close your eyes to focus on the feeling. “YN.”
You hum in response.
“Who touched you?” His voice is tense and restrained. Your eyes fly open and narrow in confusion.
“What?”
“Who did this?” He sits up and turns to face you, keeping his fingers against the side of your neck. “Who stole you from me?”
“What are you-” Oh shit.
Your hand flies up to feel for the fake hickey, but Oikawa’s is already there.
“Yeah, that’s right,” he sneers while his voice trembles, “I saw it.” You’re conflicted between ending it right now by telling him and staying silent to see where it goes. Wait, why did I do this again?
“How could you?” His Adam’s apple bobs while he pushes your hair back once more to view the artificial mark, only to scoff in disbelief and shake his head. You breathe out waveringly and fidget with your fingers. Should I stop now? God, why am I doing this?
“It’s not what you think.” You avoid his gaze and mutter more excuses, “I just fell.” He gives you a pained smile and his eyes start to water.
“On your neck?” he whispers breathlessly. You nod and he shakes his head once more, loosening a tear from his eye.
“YN, please. Tell me the truth.”
“I am!” you plead.
“You’re lying!” he exclaims suddenly, pushing off the couch to pace back and forth in front of you anxiously. His hands tug on his hair harshly while he bites his lip.
“How long?”
“Baby, it’s not-”
“Who was it?”
“Tooru-”
“Was he better than me?” he whispers, eyes filled with hurt while he watches you.
“Tooru, no, it’s a prank!” you shout, standing up and approaching him, only to be stopped by his outstretched hands.
“YN, I can’t.” He shakes his head and your heart stops.
“Can’t what?” you ask softly, eyes welling up with tears.
“I can’t stay here.” Oikawa stumbles back, searching the floor frantically for his shoes. “I-,” he chokes back a sob, “I can’t be with you anymore.”
“Tooru wait!” You sprint over and slide into the door, slamming it shut just as he opens it. Tears fall down his face silently as you let out trembling breaths. Without a word, you grab his hand and lead him to the bathroom.
“YN don’t-”
“Shut up.” Your voice cracks pitifully as you drag him in and switch on the light. You hold him in place with a tight grip and silently turn on the faucet.
“YN…” he trails off in awe, watching as you rub away the fake love mark until it is only an awkward rash of purple under your ear. Slowly, you turn your head up to face him in the mirror, dropping his hand and leaning against the counter while you wait.
“It was just a prank,” you mumble, pursing your lips and losing yourself in his brown eyes. At last, he seems to hear you. And believe you. His nose flairs and he frantically wipes at his cheeks, hoping to erase the wave of sadness from earlier. Then he lets out a forced chuckle.
“Thank God,” he laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if-” Oikawa breaks off with a whimper and pulls you into an embrace, weeping gently into your shoulder. In an instant, you return the hug, but you widen your eyes in an attempt to keep your own cries at bay. The resistance doesn’t last long, and you tuck your head into his neck, squeezing the back of his shirt tightly while you let out your own body-wracking sobs.
“Don’t ever do that again,” he begs, sighing when you press a kiss to his neck.
“Never,” you promise, nodding in agreement. Hesitantly, he leans back to look at your face and uses a thumb to wipe away a stray tear. For a moment longer, his fingers stroke your cheek before trailing down to your chin, swiftly pulling you forward for a kiss. Your lips clash together and you both let out a moan at the feeling. His bottom lip is puffy from when he had bitten on it devastatedly earlier, but you don’t hesitate to perform the same job in the heat of the moment.
Oikawa groans before separating to allow you to breathe. The break doesn’t last long, and you sigh wantonly when he begins to attack the skin of your throat.
“My marks are the only ones that should ever touch your neck,” he gives you a heated glance while you gaze back dazedly and nod in agreement. “Allow me to demonstrate,” he mumbles, lips brushing hotly against you with every syllable. After a harsh bite, you mewl and dig your hands into his hair, yanking on the brunet’s tufts encouragingly.
“Please do.”
Warm Embraces (Oikawa x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: Naked cuddles with Oikawa need no purpose.
A/N: Sleeping at five am gets really hard when birds start chirping (just rewatched Say “I Love You” tho, so it’s worth it). Got this idea from this prompt by @otpprompts. Enjoy this super short fic!
Word count: 581
The door to your room opened just as you finally shut your laptop. The last of your homework was complete, and the giddy rush that came with that realization washed like a wave right over you.
“YN?”
“Tooru.” Your parents must have let him in and directed him to your room. Your boyfriend smiles tiredly at your acknowledgement and shuts the door behind him while you snuggle deeper under your sheets. Heaving out an exhausted sigh, he unzips his jacket and lays it over your desk chair before lifting up his jersey.
“Hey there, whatcha doin’?” Thankfully, your voice is solid and teasing, but your cheeks begin to betray you. He dismisses your blush, scoffing and rolling his eyes playfully.
“Don’t get too excited, horndog. I just wanna cuddle.”
“Naked?”
“Yep.” His shirt gets flung to a dark corner of your room before Oikawa gestures for you to join in the activity. Well, who were you to deny your Adonis of a boyfriend?
After accomplishing that task, you both lazily burrow under your warm covers, clumped together rather tightly on your twin-sized bed. The close quarters didn’t mind either of you. You set up a random movie on your laptop while your boyfriend held you closely from behind, his silent breaths rousing the hair on the back of your neck. You set the volume of the laptop forgettably low and place it on your nightstand before turning back to Oikawa.
“How did the game go?” Your fingers lightly draw obscure shapes on his athletic chest and your mouth curves into a small smile. With his hands resting on your exposed hips, he tugs you closer and presses his forehead to yours.
“Good. We won.” The swirls of dark chocolate others would lamely call eyes are glimmering proudly at the memory, and his thin, pink lips curl at the corners.
“I hope so, ‘cause you’re really sweaty.” Your boyfriend gawks at your words and then whines exaggeratedly.
“You’re so mean! Way to ruin the moment.” He pulls away from you with a pout and grumbles under his breath. Giggling at the action, you reach up and bring his lips to your own, giving him a short, gentle kiss to make up for it. Separating hesitantly, Oikawa licks his lips with debating eyes.
“Apology accepted,” he declares decidedly while wrapping his arms around your waist and pinning his chest against yours. His body was warm and unexpectedly comfortable, but you busied yourself with dipping your fingers into his hair and combing through the brown locks fondly. Sighing contentedly, your boyfriend tucks his head into the side of your neck and plants affectionate kisses here and there.
Before long, his movements slow and his breaths become heavy. Hot puffs of air tickle the fresh marks on your skin he couldn’t resist to make. You intertwine your bare legs with his own and snuggle closer to his soft hair, not hesitating to press a small kiss into the wild, slightly-sweaty strands. The muscles throughout your body relax in his tender, tired hold one by one, and your eyes begin to droop. At last, with the sounds of Oikawa’s deep exhales and the drones of the movie behind you, you finally fall into a warm, blissful slumber.
:0 your sleeping on the couch thing was so nice!! If it’s not too much, could you do something similar with Atsumu, Oikawa, and Bokuto?
sleeping on the couch after an argument part two
feat. Atsumu, Oikawa, Bokuto
♡ warning: angst, happy ending
♡ a/n: ahhh I'm glad you liked it hehe
♡ part one
ATSUMU
arguments with Atsumu are the worst sometimes because he just expects you to see things from his point of view??
and when you pointed this out to him, he was not happy to hear that
so instead of acknowledging it, he changed the subject
"Let’s just go to bed, I have an early practice tomorrow” he says, making his way to your bedroom first
and of course you’re livid because he just chose to hold off on the argument
like heck you’d sleep in the same room as him
you lay down on the couch, curling up and draping the throw blanket over you
a few moments after closing your eyes, you sense a looming presence
fluttering your eyes open, you see Atsumu hovering above you, still looking annoyed
“What the heck do ya think yer doing?” he asks, and scoops you from the couch and towards your room
“Put me down ‘Tsumu!” you’re doing your best to thrash around in his arms, but his grip on you is too strong
“Yer acting really petty- sleeping on the couch is a tad dramatic don’t ya think?” he says, setting you down on your side of the bed before heading to his side
“I’m not! I’m seriously upset with you and I don’t want to sleep in the same bed as you Atsumu!”
you watch the panic set into Atsumu’s eyes when he realized that yes, you were 100% serious
instantly wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest
“please don’t say that Y/n. you didn’t mean that did you? I’m really sorry I know I’m a selfish idiot”
to him, hearing those words from you stung him. the fact that you were so fed up with your boyfriend that you couldn’t stand to even sleep near him made him worried that you were slowly starting to stop loving him
the tone in his voice is enough to calm you down
“no I don’t mean it.. I’m sorry too, I’m just tired and wasn’t thinking.” you reply, stroking his hair. and he starts to calm down too
you feel Atsumu nod his head
“okay, well let’s get proper rest and talk about this in the morning rationally” he says, kissing your forehead
“I thought you had an early practice”
“that can wait, you’re more important” he mumbles, hugging you closer to him and slowly drifting to sleep
OIKAWA
arguments with Oikawa can get stressful
because it’s clear he knows what the issue is- but sometimes his pride just gets in the way of admitting his wrongs
during your latest argument, he accidentally snaps at you for being too much and how he already knows what you told him
he calms down for a bit, but doesn’t realize how his words stung you
“let’s just go to bed” he sighs and makes way towards your bedroom
you’re honestly really hurt, and it feels just wrong to go to bed during this entire debacle, so instead you lay down on the couch to sleep
the argument itself was extremely tiring for you, so you’re able to fall asleep in no time at all
but Oikawa’s still awake in bed, just scrolling through his phone waiting for you to come in
after sometime of mindlessly going through social media, it finally hits him that he’s been waiting for a considerable amount of time
his first thought is that you were still riled up and just didn’t want to go to sleep right at this moment, so he heads out to the living room to get you to go to bed
"Y/n-chan, c’mon time to go to sleep. You can’t just stay up that’s not good ..” he stops talking the moment he sees you fast asleep on the couch
and now he’s freaking out. it’s not that you didn’t want to sleep- it’s that you didn’t want to sleep with him
which says a lot about how you currently feel about him and your argument
he panics and rushes over to the couch to wake you up
“I- wha? What do you want Tooru?” you groan, keeping your eyes shut
“I’m sorry!” he says, throwing his arms around you
“...what?” you’re starting to wake up more, but you definitely heard him apologize
“I said I’m sorry. I don’t want to argue anymore if it means you refusing to sleep in the same bed as me” you’re now fully awake and look at your boyfriend, and you can see the alarm in his expression
he’s just too scared to lose you, and he’s afraid that if hets you sleep on the couch just this once, then things will go downhill from there
but that’s a discussion for another day
you look at your boyfriend and you can tell how sincere he’s being with his apology, so you lift your arms up
and he carries you back to bed
“..we still have to talk about it in the morning you know” you mumble
“mhmm” he hums before pulling you closer to him
he doesn’t care about that all too much because he knows you two will be alright in the morning
BOKUTO
arguments with Bokuto were uncommon, but when they did occur it was a big deal
and tonight was no exception
the two of you weren’t listening to one another and it felt like you both were talking to a brick wall- it was terribly annoying to deal with and you knew it was going nowhere
"C'mon Kou, let's head to bed- we can talk more in the morning" you sigh, and without a word, the two of you start preparing for bed
while you're brushing your teeth, you start thinking about how you really don't feel as if it's right to be in bed with your boyfriend
the argument was kind of your fault, wasn't it? you started to feel extremely guilty for your actions- and thus you made the decision to sleep on the couch
perhaps sleeping separately would help the both of you clear your minds more
when you finish up your nightly routine, you peek your head into the bedroom, you saw Bokuto fast asleep
you made your way to the closet to grab a spare blanket and head towards the couch
you were extremely exhausted so it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep too
but Bokuto woke up probably an hour after he had fallen asleep, and of course he noticed that you weren’t next to him
his first thought was that you went to get water, so he decided to stroll into the kitchen to grab some for himself
but when he entered the living room and saw you sleeping on the couch, he was extremely confused, like have you been sleeping there the entire time?
he walks up to the couch and frowns, feeling especially guilty that you had chosen to slept on the couch
brushes some of your hair out of your face and cups half of your face
he sees you smile a bit in your sleep upon feeling his touch and there’s a wave of relief in him
like heck he was going to let you sleep alone now
when you wake up hours later, you notice that you’re no longer sleeping on the couch- but instead on Bokuto who is the one on the couch
your head is rested on his chest, and while the movement of his chest rising and falling brings great comfort- you’re honestly confused as to how this happened
apparently Bokuto tried to squeeze into laying down on the couch with you, and while the both of you technically did fit, it wasn’t the most ideal way to sleep
so he just kind scooted you on top of him, and you slept peacefully on him, hugging him like a giant teddy bear in the process
MY BEST FRIEND JUST CALLED OIKAWA TOORU GEORGENOTFOUND IM DYING
oikawa headcannons!!
took sewing classes in middle school and never stopped
ALWAYS late on memes
like he’ll say something that was funny two months ago and start laughing at himself and then get awkward when everyone’s just staring at him blankly
you can’t tell me this man doesn’t have the prettiest stretch marks
goes way too far for christmas presents and everyone feels bad when they don’t get him something as thoughtful as he gave them
he loves wigs so much
found out that iwa has a skin care routine and sobbed for half an hour even though he was the one to recommend it to him
i KNOW he tried to make a youtube channel in middle school and people at school found it and he was so embarrassed he didn’t come to school for a whole week
made chocolate covered pretzels and brought them to practice to hand out after but they all melted in his bag
now he brings prepackaged snacks for everyone instead
decorates his room differently for every season of the year
“no iwa that’s for the SUMMER decor, i can’t have it out during SPRING”
checks the mirror 100 times before leaving the house everyday because yes he wants to look good but also feels like he NEEDS to look good and gets super bad anxiety about if he looks put together or not
collects snow globes and will play the music in them when stressed
tried to tell people he had powers when he was little with terrible magic tricks and about half his class believed him
said he liked doing puzzles once and hasn’t gotten anything else for christmas from his parents since
they have a closet in their house that’s just filled with puzzles
and he and iwa do them together while drinking tea and hot chocolate
loves being home alone so he can sing as loud as he wants
spam texts people when they don’t answer him within 5 minutes
then he feels bad about annoying them
has one of those old radios that he plays when he can’t fall asleep
his alarm clock is ocean sounds
constantly complaining about how his is the hottest room in the house
tells people he doesn’t believe in astrology...but we all know he has his and everyone he knows charts memorized
wants a flower tattoo
when he listens to music he will absolutely be acting out what’s happening in the song
gahhhh not me thinking about oikawa sayin “hey iwa-chan~” like “hey adora~”
It's Oikawa day, so I gave him a fluffy hat cause he deserves the best
This pretty boi needs some love 😌✨
☕️Song: Stunnin’ by Curtis Waters
Favourite Positions: Oikawa
Oikawa Tooru had always thought of himself as adaptable.
He prided himself on his precision, his control, his ability to read people. It was what made him an incredible setter, what gave him the edge both on and off the court. He could analyze, adjust, anticipate—always one step ahead.
And when it came to the bedroom, it was no different.
He had tried every angle, every pace, every way to make you fall apart beneath him. He loved variety, experimentation, keeping you on your toes, teasing you with the unexpected.
But tonight, when he had you on your back, your legs wrapped around his waist, his body flush against yours—
Everything clicked.
It started when he shifted just slightly, adjusting his hips, driving deeper into you.
You gasped—sharply, loudly—your entire body tightening around him, your fingers clawing at his back.
Oikawa’s rhythm faltered, his brows lifting in surprise. Then, his smirk curled, slow and knowing. "Oh?" His voice dripped with amusement. "That was cute."
You barely had the brainpower to glare at him, the pleasure crackling through your veins making it impossible to do anything but tremble beneath him.
Oikawa’s grip on your thighs tightened, his fingers pressing into your skin as he rolled his hips again, aiming for that exact spot.
Your reaction was immediate—a choked, broken moan spilling from your lips, your legs twitching around his waist.
"Bingo," he murmured, eyes darkening with something dangerous, something addictive.
And then he did it again.
And again.
Harder. Deeper. Hitting that perfect spot every single time.
Your breath hitched, turned into a gasp, then into something close to a sob, pleasure tightening inside you too fast, too strong, too much. Words spilled from your lips before you could stop them—nonsensical, desperate, completely unfiltered.
"Tooru, oh my god—fuck, fuck, please—don’t stop, don’t stop—right there, right there, please—"
His lips curled at your rambling, reveling in how unrestrained, how utterly gone you were.
"You really do like this, huh?" he teased, his voice honeyed, smug, but laced with something raw. "Didn't expect my pretty girl to get this desperate for me." His hips snapped forward, drawing another cry from your lips, your fingers tightening against his back. "Fuck, baby, you're shaking."
"T-Tooru—" your voice cracked, barely coherent.
"Mmm, that’s it," he murmured, watching you come undone beneath him, completely lost in the way your body trembled, the way your breath stuttered, the way you clung to him like you needed him to hold you together.
"Fuck," he continued, voice low, satisfied. "I can feel it. You’re squeezing me so tight, twitching every time I move—" he groaned, rolling his hips even deeper, grinding against you, drawing out another strangled moan. "I think…" He exhaled sharply, his cock twitching inside you at the way you fluttered around him, "I think this is my new favorite."
You barely had a moment to process that before he angled his hips just right, pressing deeper, harder—
And you shattered.
Your body arched beneath him, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave, wracking through you in sharp, uncontrollable bursts.
Oikawa groaned at the feeling of you pulsing, tightening, coming undone around him. His head tilted slightly, breath catching at the sheer need in your voice, the way you were rambling, unraveling beneath him.
"God, you sound so fucking cute," he muttered, voice strained, watching your lips part, words tumbling out in gasping whimpers. "Didn’t know you’d lose it like this, baby."
And then, because he couldn’t help himself, he angled his hips just right, dragging out another broken moan from you. "Keep talking for me," he whispered, grinning as your words blurred into helpless sounds. "I wanna hear every little thing you feel."
His pace turned relentless, his hands gripping your thighs, his body pressing into yours so perfectly, so devastatingly right.
You couldn't think—your body a livewire of sensation, drowning in the heat of him, the way he filled you, the way he knew exactly how to break you.
"Tooru—" your own voice was a wrecked, incoherent mess as he drove you toward another peak.
"Hmm?" he hummed mockingly, watching your blissed-out expression, the way your nails raked down his back. "That close again? Fuck, you’re so easy like this, aren’t you? Falling apart every time I move."
You were trembling, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your already-sensitive body. Your head tipped back, vision hazy, mouth open in silent cries as he pushed you over the edge again, even harder than before.
Oikawa groaned as you convulsed beneath him, your body milking him as he buried himself deep, a sharp groan breaking past his lips as he came with you, spilling inside, his grip tightening, holding you down, grounding you as your bodies unraveled together.
For a long moment, neither of you moved.
Just the sound of ragged breaths, the faint trembles of your body still reeling in the aftermath.
Oikawa was the first to break the silence, his lips pressing lazily against your jaw, grinning against your damp skin.
"Looks like I just found my sweet spot."
Unrequited Love: Oikawa
You’d known Oikawa for as long as you could remember. From messy sandbox battles to after-school practices that went late into the evening, he’d always been there—your first friend, your longest friend. The three of you—Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and you—had always been a unit, bound by years of shared childhood, inside jokes, and more than a few arguments.
But right now? Right now, Oikawa was testing every ounce of your patience.
“Hajime said you’ve been holed up in here for hours,” you said as you shoved open his bedroom door without knocking. “What’s your excuse this time?”
Oikawa groaned from the depths of his bed, a mess of blankets and pillows hiding all but the top of his ruffled hair. His room was a disaster zone: clothes scattered everywhere, an abandoned volleyball rolling lazily near the desk, and the faint smell of coffee from the cup Hajime must’ve left here earlier.
“Go away,” Oikawa muttered, voice muffled by his pillow.
“No,” you said firmly, kicking the door shut behind you. “I’m not letting you sulk forever. What happened?”
He rolled onto his back, his face pale and his eyes a little red. “She broke up with me,” he muttered, his voice cracking just enough to make you wince. “She said I was too focused on volleyball. That I didn’t care enough about her.”
Your heart squeezed. You’d seen the writing on the wall. Oikawa was intense about volleyball—obsessed, really. It was one of the things you admired about him, even when it frustrated you. But it was hard to hear him like this, even harder to know that he’d never think about you the way he thought about her.
You crossed your arms, steeling yourself. “Well, she’s not wrong,” you said, your tone blunt. “You’ve got a one-track mind, Tooru. Volleyball this, volleyball that. What did you think would happen?”
His face scrunched up in annoyance, and he reached out to grab a pillow, lobbing it weakly in your direction. “Gee, thanks for the support.”
You dodged it easily, smiling despite yourself. “I’m serious, Tooru. You’ve got to figure this out, or you’re going to keep pushing people away.”
He groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. “You sound like Iwa-chan.”
“Maybe that’s because Hajime and I are the only ones stubborn enough to stick around while you throw yourself headfirst into everything,” you shot back, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Do you even realize how much we’ve put up with over the years?”
He peeked at you from under his arm, a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You guys are too stubborn to leave me.”
“Damn right we are,” you said, reaching out to flick his forehead. “But don’t push your luck.”
Silence fell between you, the tension lifting slightly. You leaned back, resting on your hands as you studied him. His hair was a mess, his shirt wrinkled, and he looked younger somehow, like the kid you used to climb trees with instead of the volleyball star he was now.
“Come on,” you said eventually, standing up and brushing imaginary dust off your pants. “The team’s going out. You can’t stay in here forever.”
“I don’t feel like it,” he muttered, sitting up slowly.
“Tough.” You grabbed his wrist and tugged, ignoring his protests. “Go shower, change, and join us. I’ll wait in the living room to make sure you don’t crawl back into bed.”
He sighed, dragging his feet as he shuffled toward his dresser. “You’re so bossy.”
“And you’re so whiny,” you shot back, grinning. “Go!”
Just as you turned to leave, his voice stopped you.
“Hey.”
You glanced back, raising an eyebrow. He stood there, clothes in hand, his expression softer than usual.
“Thanks,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You’re a good friend.”
The words hit harder than they should have, settling like a stone in your chest. But you forced a smile, pushing the ache down where it belonged.
“Of course,” you replied, your voice steady.
You closed the door behind you, leaning against it for just a moment.
Being his friend was enough, you told yourself.
It had to be.
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i had to when i saw that meme
I really want to see a spike smash RIGHT in this little brats face. I hate him so much
Pretty setters <3 pt 2
So I've been kinda obsessed with Haikyuu recently so...
Pretty setter squad drawings!
