YES YES BESTIE OMG DRUNK CONFESSIONS AND OIKAWA PLS LOVE U MUAH
ADANLVNSA OMG MY FIRST ASK FOR WRITING, WOWIE. I’m not gonna lie, I’m a bit nervous, I hope this is good. >.<. I kind of proofread, but I have no clue about what mistakes are in here, and AHSHUEFODE panic. Anywayyyy, here we go
Drunk Confessions + Oikawa x f!reader
Note: this is an AU where everyone went to college together, and you are a Seijoh alumni.
Content: alcohol consumption (obviously), slight angst, drunk kissing but not much else, some suggestive(-ish, just to cover my bases), fluff
Word Count: >2.1K, I’m sorry
Content below!
Clean apartment -- check. Snacks, easy foods, and desserts -- check. Drinks -- check. Everything was set for the little get-together you had planned. Everything seemed really perfect.
It had been a while since you had seen your friends, what with work keeping you away from each other, but this was the night to see and catch up on things that couldn’t just be said over group chats and texts. It was a chance to see him, too.
The buzzer rang, snapping you back to reality, and you rushed over to let the visitors up. In came Iwaizumi, Makki, Mattsun, all with extra drinks, desserts, and a few snacks of their own. The apartment began to fill with chatter and laughter, everyone present was reconnecting, and life was buzzing in your humble home.
And yet, while speaking with Matsukawa, you couldn’t help but sneak glances at the door, wondering when the final guest was supposed to arrive. You would laugh at Makki’s jokes, but thoughts were stirring in the back of your mind about if something happened. It seemed that Iwaizumi noticed your restlessness.
“He’s just running a bit late. He needed to shower before he headed over here.”
You blinked, lifting the corners of your mouth. “How do you know what I’m thinking about?”
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. “You act as if I haven’t known you, oh I don’t know, since high school.”
You let out a light chuckle, reminiscing on the memories you shared with the others. You had been an unbreakable group back then, and it was still true to this day, still communicating and meeting up.
“Hey, he’ll be here,” Iwaizumi reassured, and just like that, the buzzer rang once again. You quickly rushed back to let him up, your heartbeat picking up its pace slightly.
And so, finally, Tooru Oikawa made his appearance, his cheeks slightly flushed from what you assumed was his rushing up the stairs. He still looked flawless, his hair appearing fluffier from drying from a fresh shower, the casual button-down accentuating his torso, the dark jeans tailored just right. And the best part of all was his smile that he flashed your way as he caught sight of you. “Sorry, I’m late. I brought you your favorite wine and dessert to make up for it.”
“Glad you could make it. I’ll take that off your hands and I’ll put this somewhere to eat in secret,” you grinned, half-jokingly wriggling your eyebrows. “Go on ahead and make yourself known amongst the others.”
“Alright dear, if you say so,” he teased, using the endearment so casually that it made your heart flutter once again. He always gave you pet names or nicknames. It was just a thing in your friendship that started in high school in jest but evolved in college to make your heart go for bumpy rides. They made you feel warm inside, but they also left a mark of pain. College was a time for self-discovery, and you had discovered your growing feelings for a boy whose genuine smile beamed like the sun.
Oikawa assumed his place among the others, laughing with and nudging the other guys, followed by your presence. Shortly after, you all indulged in the comestibles and drinks, laughing and bickering, bringing up embarrassing memories, congratulating small victories, complaining about annoying co-workers, and rolling eyes at the tales of weird antics.
Things began to wind down, and people began to file out after insisting they help you clean. Makki and Mattsun headed out to catch the final bus, while Iwaizumi yawned and waved goodbye, raising his eyebrows at both you and Oikawa before going to walk home.
Now it was just you and Oikawa, standing in comfortable silence, neither of you making a move to lose the other’s presence. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for you two to hang out just by yourselves, and it seemed like tonight would be no different. With a smile and an idea, you headed into the kitchen to grab Oikawa’s wine and dessert, holding them up in your hands. “Hey, wanna play a drinking game? You didn’t drink much, and I want to make sure you have some fun. Plus, we haven’t really spent much time together as of late.”
Oikawa let out a small laugh, crossing his arms. “Sure, why not? I didn’t see you drink either, so might as well not let you drink alone.”
You rolled your eyes but kept a smile on your face as you set the bottle and dessert plate on the coffee table, sitting on the couch and patting the spot next to you before you poured a glass for him. “Come on and sit down. I don’t bite.”
As he sat down and settled himself onto the couch next to you, the thought crossed your mind of how natural it was for him to just be here. You had always been a little closer to him, and things like this were not out of the norm, but it just felt a little...different.
You asked each other questions back and forth, gave each other little dares, got silly with word games that became more difficult with the alcohol limiting your abilities to think, all the while you both inching closer, without even knowing it. The wine dwindled from the bottle, then another, and now it was halfway through a new bottle. You felt the warmth rising to your cheeks, the slight pressure in the area between your eyes made it harder for you to keep your lids open fully. Your drinking partner seemed to also be affected, judging from the rosy bloom across his cheekbones, the broader-than-usual smile, the droopy lids covering the warm brown eyes that were so dear. How is it that one man can be so damned pretty no matter what?
“Mmk, Tooru, tell me...,” you began, deciding to let out the one thought that was at the forefront of your mind, “...you think you met the love of your life yet?” The words tumbled off your tongue, leaving very little time to prepare your heart.
Eyes widening, Oikawa turned his head to you almost immediately, blinking rapidly in surprise. Despite the slight glaze that shone over his brown eyes, he was a bit more alert, his bottom lip catching between his teeth. After a pause of silence, he finally let out a short answer. “Yes.”
Your heart dipped, the air in your lungs seemed to still. “Oh yeah? Don’t believe you’ve mentioned her.”
“Well, I dunno if she feels the same way back.” He swirled the wine in the glass before taking another sip. “She’s the one person I could never--...I guess I was too afraid.” He looked down at his free hand, his gaze staring into a void.
“Could neverrr what?” He just dropped off, leaving you in suspense.
“Could never bring myself to...I don’t know, figure out her feelings.”
It slowly became more difficult to swallow, the wine that you brought to your lips losing the slightly sweet taste and feeling almost like liquid iron in your mouth. “I’m sorry to hear that. Are you--”
“Because damn it, why can’t I bring myself to just… I don’t know, talk to you and tell you about everything I’ve felt? Why am I afraid to try to understand your feelings and thoughts towards me? I...I just don’t want--”
Your ears perked, not sure if you heard right, or if he misspoke. “T-Tooru... heeyy, what’re you…”
“No matter what, you’re... the one person I wanna see every day.”
“Uhm-” you swallowed, blinking a few times, before slowly reaching a hand out to lightly hold the sleeve of his shirt between your index finger and thumb. “I’m not sure if you realize who you’re talking to, Tooru.”
The silent moment that settled after your words thickened the air, just the slow inhale and exhale coming from both of you. Finally, Oikawa lifted his hand to gently grab yours, his long, slightly calloused fingers grazing against the back. He looked at you from the corner of his eyes, pursing his lips, before he sighed, hanging his head.
You scooted closer to him on the couch, leaning your head to face him. “Tooru, talk to me.”
Your voice seemed to pull him back to reality. His eyes still maintained that glossy look from the alcohol, but they seemed more serious, the brown pools gazing back into your own eyes. He gently squeezed your hand, pulling you a bit closer, his lips slightly parted. “Do you want me to tell you? Tell you what’s been in here?” He asked this while pulling your hand to his chest, pressing your palm over the area where his heart is, the rhythm feeling faster than you’d expect for someone of his stature and athletic ability. Your eyes lowered to where your hand was on him, your own heart racing, before looking back up to him. The space between the two of you was much smaller than how you began the night; and yet, there was a force that still pulled until a few inches separated you.
His free hand slid up to lightly press against your warm cheek, framing your face tenderly, before he leaned in even closer. “Will you let me show you? How long I’ve been in love with you?”
Those words, the ones that you have wanted to hear for so long, stole the breath from your lungs. You didn’t know if you could believe him, it sounded too good to be true to your tipsy ears. Your normal self would have panicked, would have laughed it off nervously, would have denied it. But you didn’t want that now, not with your inhibitions loosened. “Do you really? Love me, that is?” You covered the hand that was pressed against your cheek.
“How can I not? You’re the most beautiful person in my life, inside and out.”
“Then do it, show me.”
In a flash, his lips were on yours, moving against yours slowly. He brought his other hand to rest on the other side of your face, as if he were holding the world in his hands. You shifted your position to be closer, to slide your hands up his chest and rest on his shoulders. He kept his slow, tender pace with you, the taste of him intermingling with the sweet wine creating a rather intoxicating, heady feeling that you weren't sure you could ever get enough of.
After some time, he pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours, his hands still wrapped around your face. Your breathing patterns synchronized, and he slowly dropped his hands to your upper arms, gripping them lightly before sliding them to touch your hands. His thumbs lightly caressed over your knuckles, the soft gesture freeing the butterflies inside you.
He lifted his forehead off yours, and pressed his lips to your cheek, your forehead, and then the tip of your nose, before pulling away to stare into your eyes. The corners of his mouth lifted into a grin before he hung his head, trying to hide the chuckle that bubbled out of him.
“Hey, what’re you laughing at? You can’t just kiss me and then giggle, Tooru,” you slid one hand out from under his and lightly flicked at his hair. Letting out a whine, he pouted and went to adjust the disturbed hair.
“Wasn’t laughing at you, I was laughing because…” he trailed off, his grin back on his face. “Because I can’t imagine how dumb I was.”
“About what?”
“How I confessed. This wasn’t how I wanted to tell you anything at all. I wanted to be cool.”
Giggling, you poked his cheek to get his attention. “Well, I dunno ‘bout you, but the whole ‘Let me show you’,” you mimicked his slightly serious tone, “was kinda cool.”
“You’re mocking me.”
“What are friends for?”
“Just friends?” He raised an eyebrow, the smile slightly falling. “You didn’t really give me an answer, ya know?”
Now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow. “What do you think, huh? Would I kiss you like that if I didn’t like you?”
“Just like?!”
“Fine, I love you. Have loved you since college.”
“Ha, I beat you.” He poked your cheek now before kissing your forehead. “Since high school.”
You scoffed but smiled anyway, your heart soaring at his words. You took his hand and lifted him up to his feet. “Alright, whatever lover boy, let’s get to bed, we should get some sleep. We can suffer in the morning together.”
“Whoa, scandalous,” he smirked, interlocking his fingers with yours. “Pre-marital sleeping in the same bed and possible cuddling? What whores we are.”
“Shut up.”