Yahoo-Oikawa-chan

oikawa toru

synopsis: you find a crumpled up note in your husbands duffle bag, with a phone number on it.

synopsis: oikawa knocking up his girlfriend.

iwaizumi

synopsis: asking your bf to do it without a condom.

bokuto

bokuto x reader

synopsis: making out with bokuto in the back of his car

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You were in the backseat of Bokuto’s car, making out with him. His car parked at the end of the driveway far away from the party.

You straddled his lap, bare legs, nothing on but underwear and a T-shirt. His hands roamed over your hips, squeezing your ass slowly, deliberately.’

“I missed you,” he murmured against your neck.

“Did you?” Your hands wrapped around his neck, playing with hairs at the nape of his neck.

"What kind of question is that?" Bokuto scoffed, though the amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips betrayed him.

"Because..." you began softly, reaching up to gently guide his face away from the crook of your neck until his golden eyes met yours. "You don't act like you love me."

For a brief moment, he simply stared at you. Then a slow grin spread across his face, warm and unmistakably confident.

Without saying a word, his hands slid up your arms until they cradled your face with surprising tenderness. His thumbs brushed lightly across your cheeks as he leaned in, closing the distance between you.

When his lips met yours, the kiss was slow at first, affectionate enough to make your heart skip. It deepened naturally as he smiled against your lips, his quiet reassurance saying far more than words ever could.

Almost instantly, every doubt swirling through your mind dissolved. You found yourself melting into the kiss, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you kissed him back, completely forgetting the question you'd asked only moments before.

Bokuto slowly pulled away, leaving only a breath of space between the two of you. His forehead rested against yours as he struggled to steady his breathing, his chest rising and falling with every uneven inhale. His amber eyes searched yours, filled with an intensity that made your heart pound.

"I fucking love you," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

There wasn't a trace of hesitation in his words.

They were raw, honest, and overwhelming.

His thumb brushed gently across your cheek as a small, breathless smile tugged at the corner of his lips, as though saying it aloud had lifted a weight from his chest. Even without another kiss, the way he looked at you said everything you needed to know.

Your entire body felt as though it had been set ablaze, and Bokuto was the one fanning the flames. His hand rested at the curve of your hip, his thumb absentmindedly tracing slow circles against your skin as he looked at you with an intensity that stole the air from your lungs.

"I want you," you whispered, your voice steadier than you expected. "Right here, in the back of this car."

A low groan escaped him as your words sank in. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, fighting to collect himself while you shifted closer, making his resolve falter.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me," he muttered, his voice strained.

His fingers tightened around your hips as he gently but firmly stilled your movement, forcing himself to create a sliver of distance between the two of you.

"Not in the car," he said, shaking his head despite the temptation written across his face. "Come on." A small, breathless smile tugged at his lips as he met your gaze. "Let's go inside."

"In the party?" you repeated, your nose scrunching in disbelief. "People might walk in on us."

Bokuto shot you a look, a teasing grin tugging at his lips. "When has that ever stopped you?"

Your eyes widened as you reached over and smacked his chest lightly.

"That was one time!" you argued, trying to hide the embarrassment creeping onto your face. "And that is exactly why I don't want to do that anymore."

Bokuto laughed, the sound warm and effortless as he caught your hand before you could pull it away. "Okay, okay," he said, still smiling. "No more risky decisions."

You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing he was enjoying how flustered he had made you. "You're enjoying this way too much."

"Maybe," he admitted, his grin widening. "But you're cute when you're trying to act serious."

You rolled your eyes, though the smile on your face gave you away.

Bokuto leaned closer, his expression softening as he looked at you. The teasing faded, replaced by the same warmth that had drawn you to him in the first place.

"Come on," he said quietly, squeezing your hand. "Let's get somewhere we can actually have sex together."

iwaizumi x reader

synopsis: asking your bf to do it without a condom.

note: no smut, just making out

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Making out with your boyfriend had easily become one of your favorite things. There was something so intimate about the way he kissed you, the way every touch made it impossible to think about anything else. You could never seem to get enough of him, and judging by the way his body reacted against yours, it was clear he wanted to take things even further.

Iwaizumi buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips trailing gentle kisses along your skin as he lingered there, leaving soft marks in their wake. Your fingers disappeared into his curls, holding him close while your bodies melted together, neither of you wanting to create even an inch of distance.

After a long moment, he lifted his head and captured your lips again, kissing you with the same breathless urgency before reluctantly pulling away. A quiet grunt escaped him as he shifted his weight and reached toward the top drawer of his nightstand.

"No," you whispered, your voice stopping him in his tracks.

Iwaizumi glanced back over his shoulder, his brows knitting together in confusion as he looked at you. "What?"

His hand had already wrapped around the condom, but he paused.

"Let's do it without the condom," you said, surprising even yourself with how confidently the words left your lips as you reached up and gently took it from his hand.

Iwaizumi’s smile softened, and he lowered himself back over you, resting on one elbow so he could look you in the eyes. "I don't think that's a good idea," he murmured, his expression warm but hesitant.

You slipped your arms around his neck and pulled him a little closer, your forehead brushing against his as you searched his face. "Just this once," you whispered, hoping he would change his mind.

He hesitated, his gaze searching yours as though he were trying to make sure you truly meant it. After a long moment, he brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face and quietly asked, "Are you sure?"

You held his gaze and nodded without hesitation. "Yeah," you replied softly, your voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in your chest.

"Okay," he said quietly, capturing your lips once more in a slow, lingering kiss before resting his forehead against yours. "If you change your mind, let me know. At any point."

You smiled, your heart warming at how seriously he took your words and how careful he was with your feelings. "I will," you whispered, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the back of his neck.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips before he let out a soft laugh, the tension between you easing just enough for the moment to feel lighter. "Good," he murmured. "I just wanted to make sure."

oikawa x reader

synopsis: oikawa knocking up his girlfriend.

notes: teen pregnancy, mention of adoption.

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Oikawa Toru was known for a lot of things. He was the best setter to come out of Miyagi, a natural charmer, and someone who somehow managed to make everyone gravitate toward him.

Now, apparently, he was known as the guy who got his girlfriend pregnant right after high school.

At least, according to his best friend, Hajime Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi thought the entire situation was hilarious.

Toru, however, wasn't laughing.

He sat in the living room with his elbows resting on his knees, still dressed in the clothes he'd worn for his early morning run. Judging by the fact that Iwaizumi was sitting across from him, they must have crossed paths while Toru was out. Neither of them knew you were awake.

You lay quietly in Toru's bedroom, your eyes fixed on the ceiling as you pretended to be asleep. The conversation carried easily through the slightly open bedroom door, every word making your stomach twist tighter.

"Dude, it's not funny," Toru muttered, exhaustion heavy in his voice.

"It is," Iwaizumi shot back without a shred of sympathy. "Seriously, how stupid can you possibly be? Out of everyone I know, you'd be the one to knock up your girlfriend."

Your entire body tensed.

Slowly, you pushed yourself upright in bed, the sheets falling into your lap as your heart began to pound. You had only found out three days ago.

It had been Toru's idea to buy the pregnancy test in the first place, just to be safe. Lately, you'd been exhausted no matter how much you slept, and foods you normally loved suddenly made you nauseous. He had brushed it off as stress at first, but eventually insisted the two of you check anyway.

The test came back positive.

Neither of you spoke for what felt like forever.

Toru had simply stared at the little plastic stick, his face completely unreadable.

"I... guess I'm happy?" he'd finally said, dragging both hands down his face as he let out a shaky breath. Frustration and disbelief had tangled together in his expression. "I just... wasn't expecting this."

The memory lingered in your mind until Toru's voice pulled you back to the present.

"I came to you for advice, not to get berated," he said, irritation creeping into his tone. "If I wanted someone to yell at me, I would've told my parents already."

Iwaizumi snorted.

"Someone has to get on your case. Have you even thought this through?" He leaned forward, folding his arms across his chest. "What about Argentina? Are you still planning to go?"

Unable to stay hidden any longer, you quietly slipped out of bed and padded toward the bedroom door. You eased it open just enough to peek through the narrow gap.

Toru sat slumped on the couch, his shoulders tense as he stared at the floor. Across from him, Iwaizumi sat casually on the coffee table with a smug expression that suggested he wasn't about to let this conversation go anytime soon.

After several long seconds, Toru finally answered. "I'm going to Argentina."

The words were calm, but firm. "I can't give up my dream because of this."

Iwaizumi's expression immediately hardened. "Idiot," he said bluntly. "You can't just abandon your child."

"She could come with me."

Iwaizumi let out a short laugh, shaking his head.

"And how exactly do you plan on supporting your girlfriend and a baby in Argentina?" he asked. "You'd be moving there with no stable income, trying to establish yourself as a professional athlete. That's hard enough on its own. Plus, doesn't she want to go to college?"

"Yes," Toru snapped, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. "I just... I don't know."

"You should've worn a condom," Iwaizumi said flatly, leaning closer. "For once, stop thinking with your dick and start using your head."

Toru let out a frustrated groan. "I didn't think one time without one would end with her getting pregnant."

"Well, it did." Iwaizumi's voice softened, though only slightly. "Now you have to deal with reality."

The room fell quiet before he spoke again. "You know you have options. If neither of you is ready to raise a child, there's always adoption."

Toru immediately shook his head. "No." His answer came without hesitation. "My parents would never agree to that."

Iwaizumi sighed. "Then stay here for a year. Be there for the pregnancy, help once the baby's born, and go to Argentina afterward. Delaying your dream isn't the same as giving it up."

Toru's shoulders slumped as he buried his face in his hands. "No," he muttered, his voice muffled between his fingers. "I don't want to put Argentina on the back burner. I've worked too hard for this."

Iwaizumi pushed himself off the coffee table and stretched before giving Toru a firm pat on the back.

"Well, if that's what you want, then you're going to have to have a very difficult conversation with (Y/N)." His expression softened, though his voice remained serious. "Just remember that she's going through this too. You can't shove her feelings to the side just because you're overwhelmed."

He paused, giving his best friend a pointed look. "You're kind of known for doing that, dude."

A guilty sigh escaped Toru's lips. "I know."

He stood as well, rubbing the back of his neck while staring at the floor. His mind felt like it was running in a hundred different directions, each thought crashing into the next before he could make sense of it.

"I just... have a lot on my mind right now," he admitted quietly. "I think I need some time to figure things out."

Iwaizumi nodded once. "Take a little time if you need it," he said. "Just don't make her wait forever. She's probably just as scared as you are."

You quietly stepped away from the bedroom door before either of them could notice you. By the time you reached the bed again, tears had already begun to blur your vision. You climbed beneath the covers and curled onto your side, pressing a trembling hand over your mouth to muffle the shaky breath that escaped.

There was no point in having a conversation with Toru.

You already knew what he wanted.

He wanted Argentina.

He wanted volleyball.

He wanted the future he had spent years chasing.

If he had truly wanted this baby, if he had truly wanted to build a family with you, he wouldn't have hesitated. He would've known his answer the moment Iwaizumi asked the question.

Instead, he'd chosen his dream. You couldn't even bring yourself to hate him for it.

He was only nineteen.

The world was finally opening up to him after years of relentless practice and sacrifice. Professional volleyball wasn't just a career, it was everything he'd worked toward since he was a kid. Asking him to give that up was asking him to abandon the life he'd always imagined for himself.

How could you be angry that he wanted to chase his dream instead of becoming a father?

Still...

Understanding his decision didn't make it hurt any less.

mentions of cheating, but nothing severe. FLUFF

synopsis: you find a crumpled up note in your husbands duffle bag, with a phone number on it.

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You sat in the bedroom, quietly folding your husband's clothes as the late afternoon sun streamed through the curtains. Toru was finally home for the week, the only stretch of the season when he wasn't flying across the world for volleyball matches. From the living room, you could hear the sound of his laughter mixing with your son's delighted giggles as he tossed the little boy into the air, catching him with the same effortless precision he used on the court.

He had landed just after six that morning, exhausted from the previous night's match, yet he hadn't given himself a moment to rest. Your son had been awake by seven, immediately demanding his father's attention, and Toru hadn't once complained. For the last twelve hours, they had been inseparable, building blanket forts, chasing each other around the house, and practicing tiny volleyball sets that usually ended with your son collapsing into fits of laughter. Watching them together always reminded you how much Toru loved being a father, even if the demands of his career rarely allowed him to be home.

His duffel bag still rested beside the bed, untouched since he had dropped it there after stumbling through the front door that morning. He had been so eager to see the two of you that unpacking had been the last thing on his mind. Smiling to yourself, you figured the least you could do was take care of it for him while he enjoyed the little time he had with his family.

You knelt beside the bag and pulled the zipper open, immediately beginning to sort through the pile of wrinkled practice gear and travel clothes. One by one, you tossed them onto the bed until something slipped free from between two shirts and fluttered onto the hardwood floor.

It wasn't folded neatly like a receipt or boarding pass. Instead, the piece of paper was crumpled, as though someone had hastily shoved it into the bag without a second thought.

You bent down to pick it up, and before your eyes even reached the writing, a sweet floral perfume lingered on the paper. It wasn't yours.

Curiosity twisted into unease as you slowly unfolded the note.

Call me <3. 765362825 - Isla

Your brows drew together as your heartbeat quickened. Between the unmistakably feminine handwriting, the heart scribbled beside the message, and the lingering perfume clinging to the paper, there was no mistaking who it had come from.

Without thinking, your hands dove back into the duffel bag, frantically pushing aside jerseys, socks, and toiletries as you searched for anything else that didn't belong. Every second felt heavier than the last until your fingers brushed against something cold buried beneath the clothes.

You slowly pulled it free, your breath catching in your throat as a silver band rested in the palm of your hand.

Toru's wedding ring.

You slipped the ring into your pocket before gripping the crumpled note in your hand and walking out of the bedroom. Down the hall, you found Toru sitting on the living room floor with your son perched in his hands, lifting him high above his head as the little boy squealed with laughter.

"Toru?" you called, your voice quieter than you intended.

"Hm?" he answered absentmindedly, never taking his eyes off your son as he effortlessly balanced him in the air. "What's up, sweetheart?"

You stopped a few feet away, tightening your grip on the paper until it wrinkled beneath your fingers. "What's this?"

That caught his attention. His gaze flickered toward the note in your hand before returning to your son for only a second, gently setting him back on the floor. Confusion creased his forehead as he looked back at you.

"Um..." he said cautiously. "A piece of paper?"

"Yeah." Your voice remained even as you unfolded it for him to see. "A piece of paper with another woman's phone number on it."

The smile disappeared from his face. He stared at the note for a long moment before looking back at you, genuine confusion written all over his expression. "What?"

"I found it in your duffel bag. It was crumpled up between your clothes, and it smells like perfume."

His eyebrows pinched together as he searched his memory, his eyes drifting toward the ceiling while he replayed the end of yesterday's match.

"I think..." he muttered slowly. "I think that was after the game. We were walking out of the arena, and I stopped to greet some fans. Someone handed me a note, and I just shoved it into my pocket without looking at it." His eyes met yours again. "I never actually read it."

You studied his face, trying to decide whether you believed him. "Hmph."

His shoulders sagged slightly, already sensing where your thoughts had gone.

"Then explain this." You reached into your pocket and held up the silver wedding band.

His eyes immediately dropped to it before instinctively looking down at his own hand. "Honey," he said gently, "you know I don't wear my wedding ring during matches. I always switch it out for the silicone one so I don't damage it."

You narrowed your eyes. "Then why isn't the silicone one on your finger?"

He opened his mouth, instinctively glancing at his hand again before freezing. "Because..." His voice trailed off as realization hit him. "...Wait." His head snapped back toward you, disbelief replacing the confusion on his face. "Are you accusing me of cheating?"

"You tell me," you replied, your voice steady despite the storm brewing inside you. "Are you?"

"No."

Toru answered without hesitation as he carefully set your son back on the floor. The little boy, oblivious to the tension hanging in the room, toddled off toward his toys while Toru rose to his feet and crossed the distance between you with slow, deliberate steps.

When he stopped in front of you, his expression was earnest, his eyes searching yours for any sign that you believed him.

"I'm not cheating," he said firmly. "I wouldn't do that to you. I don't even know who that girl is. Someone shoved the note into my hand while I was greeting fans after the match, and I stuffed it into my pocket without thinking because I didn't want to make a scene. There were hundreds of people around me, cameras everywhere, security trying to move us along..." He let out a quiet breath. "Yesterday was chaos."

You remained silent. It wasn't because you thought he was lying. It was because you didn't know what to think. Toru had never given you a reason to doubt him. Through years of marriage, endless flights across countries, late-night phone calls from hotel rooms, and months spent apart because of volleyball, he had always been loyal. He checked in whenever he landed, called whenever he could, and somehow never made you question where his heart belonged.

Yet standing there with another woman's phone number in your hand and his wedding ring pulled from the bottom of his duffel bag, your mind couldn't help wandering into places you hated.

Had the distance finally become too much?

Had the loneliness caught up to him?

Had he found someone else to fill the empty space while he was away?

The thoughts made your stomach twist, even as another part of you hated yourself for thinking them. After a long silence, you folded the note in half and slipped it into your pocket. "Just... be careful what you bring into this house," you murmured, turning away from him. "Even if it doesn't mean anything to you, it looks bad."

You had barely taken a step before his hand gently wrapped around your wrist, stopping you.

"Are you mad at me?"

You sighed, rubbing at your temple before shaking your head. "No." Your voice came out softer than before. "I'm not mad."

You looked over your shoulder at him, exhaustion replacing the suspicion that had flashed across your face moments earlier. "I just think the whole conversation was stupid. I don't like that my first thought was that you might be cheating, and I don't like that someone thought it was okay to hand my husband their number." You let out a dry laugh that held no amusement. "It's stupid... and I hate that it even happened."

"Your feelings aren't stupid," Toru said softly, refusing to let you brush them aside. "I can see exactly how this looks, and honestly... if our roles were reversed, I'd probably have the same reaction."

He took another step closer, leaving only a sliver of space between the two of you.

"I get it. You found another woman's number in my bag, and my wedding ring wasn't on my finger. That doesn't exactly scream 'nothing happened.'" A small, apologetic smile tugged at the corner of his lips before fading just as quickly. "But I need you to believe me when I say nothing did happen."

His eyes never left yours.

"I've spent my entire career surrounded by fans, reporters, and people who don't always respect boundaries. Most of the time, I can brush it off before it becomes a problem, but sometimes things slip through, like this." He gestured toward the note still clutched in your hand. "I should've checked my pockets before I came home. I should've put my ring back on as soon as the match ended. That's on me."

He reached for your hand, hesitating just long enough to give you the chance to pull away. When you didn't, his fingers intertwined with yours.

"But don't ever think I'd throw away everything we've built together for someone whose name I didn't even know until you read that note out loud."

His thumb gently brushed across your knuckles.

"You're my wife. You're the person I rush home to, the one I stay awake to call after matches no matter what time zone I'm in. Every time I step onto that court, I'm counting down the days until I get back here with you and our son."

A small sigh escaped him as he rested his forehead lightly against yours.

"So don't apologize for asking questions. I'd rather you ask me a hundred uncomfortable ones than sit here wondering if I've stopped choosing you."

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "Because I haven't. I never will."

"Promise?" you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

A gentle smile spread across Toru's face, one filled with nothing but sincerity. "I swear it on my life."

Slowly, he lifted his hands to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing lightly against your cheeks as he searched your eyes. Whatever uncertainty had settled between you only moments ago seemed to melt away beneath his unwavering gaze.

"I love you," he murmured. "Only you."