#oikawa toru

[showhay]

but when i touch her i feel like i’m cheating on you.

fluff

oikawa tōru who fell for you at first sight then fell even harder when you told him, “you’re really charming, it’s getting in my nerves.” it’s like his eyes had a built-in tracker just for you starting at that point.

oikawa tōru who got approached by his fan girls after he fell in love with you and immediately told them that he now has a wife, she just didn’t know that she’s married to him, but does it matter?

oikawa tōru who’s been crushing on you ‘til the end of time refuses to talk to girls, even his fan girls since he thinks that he’ll be cheating on you if he talks to them about anything more than stuff about school.

oikawa tōru who’s—if asked about you—will go on an endless monologue about every nook and cranny of your personality, sure he loves your looks, but he can’t all be superficial right? everything is for his beloved y/n-chan.

oikawa tōru who’ll look at you with hearts in his eyes no matter what you do. you’re being loud? amazing! you’re being mean? oh how he loves you. you failed a class? you did your best, you’ll always be his smart y/n! you passed your exams? time to celebrate! you have a stain on your face? you look perfect even when you’re messy, it’s unfair for his heart!

oikawa tōru who’ll shamelessly express his love for you, unless you seriously tell him to stop. he knows how to read you like a book so he knows when you’re being serious and when you aren’t, even if you don’t show it.

oikawa tōru who has a list of every favorite you have. favorite movie? check. favorite foods and drinks? double check. favorite person? quintuple check, quintuple because that’s how many syllables his name has!

oikawa tōru who tracks your off days. he knows when to tease, when to be serious, when to listen, and when to speak his mind about your problems.

oikawa tōru who’ll never push you into liking him back or reciprocating his feelings quickly, and urges you to not be pressured by his love. he’d rather admire you from afar—albeit violently sobbing—than make you comfortable with his feelings.

oikawa tōru who still waves to his fan girls but barely talks to them as he sincerely believes he doesn’t have to talk to any girl unless it’s you, or unless he has to talk to them about group projects, thought it never goes farther than that.

oikawa tōru who’s aware that what he’s doing can reflect horribly on you as people might assume you’re telling him to do it, so he announces it on the PA system.

“ahem—is this thing on? hello everyone who looks like wilted grass, and hello to my beloved y/n-chan! i’ve heard rumors talking about my y/n-chan controlling my actions which is definitely NOT true. i do this out of my sheer devotion for her. she’s my wife and i’d like for her to feel secure—” iwaizumi interrupts, “she’s not your wife—”

“she’s my wife at heart, iwa-chan! ow!” cue to one huge smack!

“didn’t feel that one bit, y/n-chan. i just did that so iwa-chan sounds strong. but if you wanna kiss my forehead then i don’t see why not— okay, reverting back to my topic. if anyone talks bad about my wife, i’m gonna spike a volleyball on your foot and make sure it’ll turn into mush.”

huge silence.

“okay, bye! see you in a minute, y/n-chan!” is all you hear before a huge blanket of a boy drapes himself over you.

oikawa tōru who looks nervous as you stare him down in the courtyard after his announcement. “okay, in my defense, i did it all for love.. i didn’t want anyone thinking that you’re controlling me—in which, you definitely could, just say the word—i don’t want anyone viewing you in a bad light because of me. even if.. even if you don’t like me back, i’m happy that you give me an ounce of your attention. i just— i just can’t stop loving you.” his voice falters slightly, shoulders slumping, his lower lip quivering just a bit. “i can’t get you out of my head. i don’t want you to get out of my head, please don’t push me away. just let me stay beside you even if you don’t share the same thing i feel. i don’t want a life without your presence in it.”

oikawa tōru who wraps his arms around you and sobs as you finally break, telling him you like him back, and that he’s stupid for even thinking otherwise.

oikawa tōru who’s over the moon while walking you home, gently rubbing circles on the back of your hand. “i can’t believe you like me back, y/n-chan. i thought you were just tolerating me.”

“at times.”

“WHAT?”

“i said i love you.”

oikawa tōru who goes back to sobbing at that, hugging you tight outside your house. “i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you.” he murmurs.

oikawa tōru who—after a few minutes—finally lets go of you to go back to his house, but not before pecking your lips. he runs away, giggling like a school girl.

oikawa tōru who’s actually also your neighbor, so you hear him fan girling about you to his mother who squeals with him.

oikawa tōru who never lets go of you and his dream, which is now also you. he drags you to argentina with him, he saved up so he could take both of you. he begged your parents to get their permission until they agree (they weren’t planning to decline anyway).

oikawa tōru who still shamelessly talks about you on media, he has your name on a sweatband. he’s known as “tōru the loverboy” because that’s what he’ll always be, just for you.

a/n: i’ll be busy this week right until friday or when my presentation finishes :(

© showhay — don’t copy, repost, or translate without my permission. do not use/feed my works to AI.

iloveu

[wkbsrco]

Looking for the perfect kissing gloss with your boyfriend is like . . .

Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!

You’ve been kissing him for an hour on his bed, but he’s still not yet satisfied—at this point, you think, he never will be.

“Angel, try this one next…” he purrs, handing you the small sparkly tube of gloss.

The goal was to find the perfect kissing gloss, and you had a vast collection. Of course, sponsored by your disgustingly rich and hardworking boyfriend (maybe sugar daddy).

You wipe your lips with a new piece of wet wipe and apply the gloss he handed you. Plop! You puckered your lips, giggling as he looked up at you.

God, he looked so cute when you sat on top of him.

“I could die like this…” he says, awestruck.

You laugh, rolling your hips, knowing how to make it ache. “Like this?”

“You’re so cruel, angel.” He pouts.

For the nth time, you lean down and grab his face. “Then maybe you should punish me.” You whispered before crashing your lips onto his.

Seems like your boyfriend was really getting his money’s worth with these glosses!

Satoru Gojo (Nerdjo), Choso Kamo, Doma, Osamu Dazai, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Toru Oikawa (TS), Atsumu Miya (TS)

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[literatooru]

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ραιяιηg⟢ oikawa tōru x f!reader

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fucking, fingering, unprotected sex, squirting

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Oikawa groans uncomfortably, squirming in his sleep. When he wakes up, he isn’t surprised to see the tent in his boxers. He lets out a sigh as he rests his arm over his eyes for a moment before looking over to his right, biting his lip when his eyes find you sleeping peacefully beside him.

You’re only wearing a crop top and panties, and he can’t help himself. He’s glad you two had spoken about it a while ago—waking each other up with sex. It really wasn’t uncommon for Oikawa to wake up with erections, and he’s just come back from a long trip. It’s been a while since he last was inside you; he needs it. His fist wouldn’t be enough this time.

He tells himself he’ll just use your thighs a little; he’ll be gentle. Maybe if he’s careful enough you won’t wake up. Or perhaps he should wake you up, show you what dreaming about you had provoked and maybe beg a little for your help. He knows you like it when he begs.

He gets rid of his boxers, hand gliding up and down his cock to smear his pre-cum along the shaft, pumping slowly, eyes glued to your sleeping form. He almost feels guilty for what he’s about to do. Almost.

His grip tightens around his cock, pumping a little faster, a little tighter, and he has to bite his lip to stop himself from groaning. But he wants more. He lets go of his cock, turning to his side and positioning himself behind you, pulling you closer until your back is resting against his chest. He freezes when you let out a soft sigh and breathes out in relief when you don’t wake up.

Tōru takes himself in his hand, pressing his tip between your thighs and pushing his hips forward with a light thrust, moaning softly when his cock easily slides between your legs. He goes slow, he’s gentle, but there’s only so much a person can sleep through.

He has barely given a couple thrusts when you mumble something in your sleep, although he doesn’t hear you what with how focused he is on pleasuring himself. His pace falters, struggling to go slow, to hold back his moans and grunts.

“Tōru…” you moan softly, squirming in your dazed state. The head of his cock brushes your clit with each thrust, and it makes your lips part open.

“Fuck,” he murmurs when you squeeze your thighs together, the pressure almost making him burst right then and there—he almost does when he has a mental image of your thighs covered in his seed.

Tōru halts his movements, his hand snaking around your front to brush a single finger over your underwear. Just as he had suspected, there’s a wet patch right there. You wouldn’t mind if he helped you with it, would you?

So he hugs you closer and uses his hand to rub you over your panties as his hips keep thrusting forward between your legs. He then pushes two fingers past the elastic of your underwear, cursing under his breath when he feels how wet you are against his digits, then teases your entrance with the tips of his fingers before pushing them inside you, feeling them being swallowed immediately.

And then your eyes flutter open.

“T-Tōru…? What are you—?” you ask, interrupting yourself with your own loud moan.

“Shit… sorry, baby. You just looked so fucking pretty, I couldn’t hold back.”

You squirm against him, sighing his name softly. Your voice is groggy with sleep, and it turns him on even more. Tōru uses his free hand to fondle your breasts, tweaking your nipples with his fingers. You moan, squeezing your thighs wet with his pre-cum.

Your hand moves behind you, taking Oikawa’s cock firmly and pumping his length, applying the right amount of pressure. He moans your name, whining against your shoulder as you stroke him, and you gasp when he scissors his fingers inside you, curling them afterwards. It’s safe to say you’re wide awake now.

“Baby... I need you,” he pleads with a whine.

Once you nod, there’s no going back.

Oikawa instantly tugs your panties down, unable to wait a moment longer. He spreads your legs open, holding one of them up to align himself with your entrance and push in, groaning loudly when his cock spreads your walls open. You cry out his name, clenching the sheets into your fist tightly. He curses softly, hips rutting against you at the perfect pace.

“God, you’re always so tight… feels so fucking good.”

“More,” you whine, your pussy clenching tightly enough to render him insane.

He hisses at the feeling, picking up the pace. The wet noises of your bodies colliding against each other fill the dimly lit room—the sun’s just coming out, and it makes everything seem so much more intimate. Oikawa feels like he’s in heaven, and how could he not, with his cock buried deep inside you?

So if you wanted more, he’d give it to you.

Oikawa holds onto your waist with firm hands, turning over so he’s lying on his back and pulling you along with him so you’re resting on his chest. You let out a surprised squeal, which turns into a dragged out moan when he thrusts his hips upwards, fucking up into you.

Your hand shoots down to clutch his arm, head resting against his shoulder. You’re a babbling mess, moaning his name; among other things. He fucking loves it.

Oikawa moans in your ear. One of his hands goes up to wrap around your throat while the other moves down to rub your neglected clit. You cry out, clenching your fingers around his arm, his hips never relenting. He growls loudly, cursing repeatedly as he feels your sweet cunt clenching tighter and tighter.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he breathes out, spreading your legs open with his knees. He applies more pressure with both hands, making your vision blurry and your clit throb with pleasure. Your mouth hangs open, unable to even make a noise with how good he’s making you feel. “I want to fill you up,” he grunts, the lewd noises becoming louder as he fastens the pace. “Wanna fuck a baby into you.“

“Cum inside me,” you practically implore him, moaning loudly on top of him. “I want you to fill me up with your cum— fuck, you’re so big— Tōru!”

His moans become louder, his fingers rub faster, and his cock is so hard and swollen inside you. You scream his name, squirting against his hand and making everything sound much more lewd, wetter. There really isn’t any other option when Tōru Oikawa is balls deep inside you.

He cums almost at the same time, whining against your damp skin as he shoots his load inside you, not wanting to pull out just yet. He keeps thrusting slowly until your pussy has milked his cock completely, panting heavily beneath you. You raise your hand behind you to brush his hair with your fingers, making him hum happily.

“Morning, Tōru,” you breathe out, making him chuckle against your skin.

He presses a soft skin on your shoulder, kissing your cheek afterwards as his arms wrap tighter around your waist.

“Mornin', sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Sorry, I just woke up with the biggest hard-on… and I missed you.”

“Don’t be sorry.” You smile, turning your head to nuzzle your nose against his cheek. You stay that way for a moment, a comfortable silence filling the room. When you speak again, your voice is soft. “Are you okay with just one round?” you ask.

Oikawa cocks an eyebrow, craning his neck to look at you.

“Are you?” he asks back, amused. His smile widens when you shake your head. You hate it when he leaves, and you always miss him just as much, if not more.

“Why don’t you show me just how much you missed me?” you murmur against his lips.

He chuckles again, brushing his nose against you.

“Oh, we’re not leaving this room today.”

[hayajiku]

req by @lizbix for 700 event

OIKAWA who is “just a friend”

OIKAWA who dedicates every serve (even the ones he misses) to you with a wink and a cocky grin, throwing in a “just because you’re special to me,” on occasion, but it’s all strictly platonic. yep.

OIKAWA who tosses his volleyball jacket over your shoulders when you’re cold, and just before you can see the gentle fondness in his eyes, he brushes it off with a “just displaying my kindness. thank me with a kiss later, mhm?”

OIKAWA who only smiles when you hit him in return, but really just wishes you’d take him seriously.

OIKAWA who is always staring at you when his fangirls try to get his attention — he doesn’t even realize it, but they sure do.

OIKAWA who sniggers to himself every time he’s asked if you two are a thing, because in his mind, you kind of are. he won’t deny what he believes to be true. if he’s right, he’s right.

OIKAWA who always manages to somehow slip into your house, and you often find him sprawled out in your bed, snoring like he’s in hibernation.

OIKAWA who smirks lazily as you let out a deep sigh and crawl in beside him, wrapping his arms around you and ignoring your excuse of “I’m tired” and “it’s obvious you won’t move anyway.”

OIKAWA who is just a friend, but you’re curled up under the covers with him and sinking into his warm embrace, soft skin brushing over his as his heat seeps into you.

maybe OIKAWA is just a friend, but as he presses his face into the crook of your neck and mumbles something that sounds scarily similar to “I love you,” it doesn’t feel like it. not like you mind.

OIKAWA who denies any hints at his sleepy confession profusely, telling you it must’ve been a dream — a fantasy of yours that you’d gotten caught up in that day. he says he doesn’t blame you, he gets it a lot.

OIKAWA who only admits that he did, in fact, tell you he loved you back then three years later. he figured it was a good time, because now you’re curled up in bed once again, except the covers are not yours. they’re his too; property of the home you’d created not long after graduation.

OIKAWA who stares at the back of your head, stunned, when all you responded with was a smile and an “I know.”

OIKAWA who feels really dumb afterwards, but he figures it’s alright, since he ended up at his planned destination all the same. he’s still mad he lost so much time, though.

I cannot write for oikawa I think. please don’t attack me for this.

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[himbo-kuto]

oikawa loves when you use his car. he loves it when your perfume lingers on the seat belt and in turn rubs off on his own clothes. especially in the summer when it's been cooking a little and he opens the door, it immediately takes over his senses. he smiles as he loads his gym bag into the back before running back into the house.

you blinked in surprise as you just saw him exit out the door. "did you forget something, toru?" instead of answering he rushes up to you, showering your face in kisses. you screamed as you tried to push him off, but alas once you're in his vice grip it was up to him when you were let go.

you rolled his eyes with a smile as he planted one last loud kiss on your cheek before he released you from his grasp. "i just love you so much."

"yeah, yeah, yeah-- now hurry before you're late to practice." he scoffed, mouth agape. you placed your finger under his chin and closed his mouth, giving him one last kiss. "i love you too, happy birthday."

[tetskuro]

"how do they not catch on?" oikawa complains as you guys walk out of the theater. "i mean, clark kent and superman literally look the same. it's like those cliche movies where the nerdy girl takes off her glasses and she's magically ten times prettier."

"i think it's quite realistic," you reply. "nobody expects superman of all people to be a dorky journalist."

you take a look at oikawa, who's sporting his own pair of glasses, and his usually swept back and styled hair is uncharacteristically messy, brown curls covering most of his forehead.

"besides it's not just the glasses, it's how clark presents himself. the tousled hair, the slightly oversized blazer, the awkward demeanor." as you're listing these features, you notice the similarities between the man of steel's alter ego and oikawa. "kinda like yourself right now."

at the last statement, oikawa's frown morphs into his typical self-satisfied smirk. "aww are you calling me superman? am i your hero?"

and there he goes again. you can't stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

"nah, your personality is more like lex luthor. a professional hater."

"hey! that was mean!"

a/n: inspired by the latest superman movie! if you haven't seen it, you're missing out

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© tetskuro 2025. please do not repost or modify my writing.

[toorufairy]

boyfriend!oikawa who sends you good morning texts with way too many emojis & selfies every single day. even when he’s at early morning practice, he’ll snap you a quick selfie with a sleepy smile, captioning it “good morning cutie! your favorite setter is thinking about you always ☀️😘💖🫶🏻”

boyfriend!oikawa who gets dramatically jealous when other people flirt with you… especially when it’s his own teammates. he’ll immediately wrap an arm around your waist & pull you closer, glaring at them straight with narrowed eyes while silently mouthing for them to back off.

boyfriend!oikawa who loves showing you off to everyone. he’ll post pictures of the two of you on his instagram with captions like “lucky to have the best girlfriend ever! ^_^” and then spend the next hour refreshing the comments just to brag whenever people call the two of you cute.

boyfriend!oikawa who notices every little thing about you. the specific way you like being comforted when you’re upset, the tiny habits you don’t even realize you have & even the offhand comments you made about something random months earlier. he’s always been incredibly perceptive when it comes to you, remembering the things that you don’t even think he would.

boyfriend!oikawa who gets sulky when you don’t give him enough attention. he’ll dramatically pout and say, “wahhh y/n-channn… is that person you’re texting more important than me!?” before tugging on your arm repeatedly until you finally put your phone down & turn all your attention back to him.

boyfriend!oikawa who refuses to let you leave without kissing him goodbye. even if you’re rushing to get home, he’ll grab your wrist and whine, “babyyy, you’re forgetting something important,” before pointing at his lips.

boyfriend!oikawa who gets nervous before every big match, but the second he sees you proudly cheering for him in the stands; his shoulders relax & he’s able to focus on the game better. somehow, having you there always settles his nerves almost instantly.

boyfriend!oikawa who absolutely melts whenever you praise him. no matter how cocky he acts, one genuine “i’m proud of you, tooru!” from you is enough to leave him grinning like an idiot for the rest of the day.

boyfriend!oikawa who constantly brags about you to iwaizumi. every conversation he has with his best friend somehow always circles back to you. “did i tell you what my girlfriend did yesterday?” “look how cute she looked earlier!” at this point, iwaizumi swears he knows more about you than he ever intended to.

boyfriend!oikawa who loves physical affection in every form possible. hand holding, kisses, back hugs, etc — if he can touch you somehow, best believe he absolutely will. he gets especially clingy after long practices, practically melting into your embrace the second he sees you again.

[swxxtchxrrixs]

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 .ೀ .ᐟ oikawa is a very jealous man and can't stand it when you give attention to anyone other than him

"hajime, that spike in the second set was insane," you gush, beaming at him.

it's completely innocent. you're just a kind person and toru knows that. yet, he still can't seem to shake the deeply-rooted possessiveness for you he holds inside of himself.

toru waits until everyone else has left the locker room before he texts you to come by. you carefully peak around the door, shifting inside.

"toru?" you call out. you soon see that he's standing against the lockers, arms crossed and eyes dark. something heavy and fervid sinks into your stomach, but you attempt to brush it aside. "are you ready to go?"

he steps closer to you without answering, arms extending past your body to reach the door as he clicks the lock. your heart flutters in your chest.

he steps back to look at you, just observing. your breath shakes.

"do you know," he begins his question slowly, "how it makes me feel when you're praising my teammates?"

you cock your head curiously. "what?"

his chuckle almost seems amused. he leans forward, breath grazing your face as he stops mere inches away from it. a hand moves to grip your chin, gently yet possessive, as he straightens his back and lifts you up with him.

"its a shame," he pouts mockingly, "that my baby doesn't notice how jealous her boyfriend can get."

within seconds, he's pinning you against the wall, prying your lips apart with his calloused thumb to slide his tongue into your mouth. you groan as your hands fly up to catch his waist. he's so messy, desperate, as he kisses you greedily.

you can barely breathe when he pulls away, only panting louder as he lifts one of your thighs up around his waist and slips his fingers beneath your panties.

he moans at the feeling of your warmth. "does talking with my teammates make you that wet?" he pesters. "what a greedy little pussy."

"it doesn't!" you gasp. your protest is countered with a hard slap to your clit and you whimper. "fuck!"

"i'm the only one you should be praising," toru hisses, plunging his fingers inside of you to the hilt whilst his thumb circles your swollen clit. "whether at home, on the court, or fucking you dumb." he hums, low and intentional, "if i see you speaking to another man like that again, i'll ruin you."

you're drooling, hands perched on his shoulders for leverage as his fingers curl into you mercilessly. your moans grow louder, chest heaving as you begin to fall apart.

he pulls out of you suddenly, sliding his shorts down his thighs to free himself, then pistons his cock into you without time for adjustment. you choke, nails digging into his skin as he starts off fast and fiery.

"need you coming around my cock," he sucks in his teeth.

your cries are deafening, the filthy, squelching of his thick shaft dragging inside of your inner walls competing with your lewd sounds. "fuck, fuck!" you scream, eyes rolling backwards aggressively as you nearly reach your peak.

"you're gonna fucking come with me," he demands, hand gripping your jaw once again, "got it?"

you nod, clenching around him. his breaths are growing heavy, thrust sloppy, as his legs begin to shake. "jesus- fuck," he growls, stuffing every inch of you full. "gonna fill this pretty little cunt."

"p-please," you whine, "please fill me up, toru!"

he's losing it. "say you're mine," he orders you, "fucking say it."

"i'm yours, baby, all yours!"

"again."

his thick vein brushes against your pleasure point and your throat cracks out a ragged moan. "fuck- i'm yours- mph, oh my god- fuck, toru!" you gasp. "i'm fucking yours!"

"damn right, you are." he breaks, throwing his head back with a strained groan as he releases his hot, milky seed. "fuuuuck," he elongates his blissful thrums, "you're squeezing me, baby," he bites his bottom lip, "needy little thing."

your hot cum drips out of you with an overwhelming flash of white, body squirming uncontrollably against the wall. "god, toru!" you yell, "fuck, it feels so good!"

when you both finally come to a still, the locker room falls silent again with nothing else but the sounds of your panting breaths audible. he presses his forehead against yours and kisses you sweetly.

"mine," he claims, "all mine. don't forget it."

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