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"Sick"

Characters: Oikwaw x GNReader

Type: short imagine

Anime: haikyuu

Warnings: Cursing, over dramatic, mention of sex, humor, fluff I suppose.

A/N: I'm sick.. and have no one to help with the house. So ... Yeah.

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"I'm dying!!" You hollered, throwing your arms around as you dramatically fell on the bed. The sweat was caking your forehead, as your hair stuck to it. "Baby-chan, you're just sick," Oikawa stated, walking in with a bowl of soup. Lightly closing the door behind him, "Oikawa, I'm.. what are you wearing?"

Your boyfriend, your beloved boyfriend, that was taking care you, nursing you back to health the second you woke up with a fever.

Was wearing a mask, a shower cap, what seemed to be a trash bag with arm holes and a head hole. Along with goggles, "Are you wearing trash bag pants?"

"Do you want some chives in your soup?" He asked as if he wasnt using a toy car to have it deliver your soup to you.

"Your.. joking." You were dumbfounded by his antics, though you understood deep down that this was just because he didn't want to get sick himself.

"I did the dishes, I cleaned the living room, am now doing the laundry. So please, strip." He demanded towards the end, a wicked smirk on his face played out, though you couldnt see it behind his mask.

"You know, underneath these trash bag pants, is something that could possibly make you feel way better," His voice dropped an octave as his hand trailed down the bag. Though he was cut shorting from saying something else, because you threw your clothes at him. A scream being heard, as it touched his non-gloved hand.

"Can you not do this right now, I'm tired and sick, I can't deal with your horniess right now," You spoke setting the bowl of soup on the night stand. "Can I get some towels? I need to take a shower, I feel disgusting."

Oikawa looked up, after lathering hand sanitizer on his hands. His eyebrow rose at your comment, "You want me to join? Maybe having sex, will get you too feel better," He suggested, "I'm sick, look how your acting right now. You really think you'll be able to put your dick in me?"

"That's what hand sanitizer and condoms are for babydoll! Now eat your soup and get in the shower! I'm going to finish the dishes, an then I'll see you .. in the shower." He pointed his fingers at you, as he shimmed out of the room.

Grabbing the soup and sipping it, rolling your eyes at his antics. Your eyes feeling heavy, as the medicine started to work it's magical wonders. Knowing full well, that you weren't going to take a shower anytime soon.

Sexy time with Seijoh boys!

Fandom:Haikyuu Pairings:Oikawa,Iwaizumi X Fem!reader Genre:Smut Format:Drabble (its more than 100 words but still lol) Warnings:NSFW content,Ass slapping,Fingering,mentions of pet names(baby girl & princess) Word Count:0.4K

A/n:wrote smut drabbles for m'Inarizaki boys,so why not give it a try with these two? :D

Inarizaki Smut Drabble

↬Hajime Iwaizumi He's not mad at you,or that's what he told you at least; but then why was he slapping your ass so hard,lying on top of you while biting your ear lobe,enjoying the sight of you shivering with pleasure everytime his hands got close to your drooling cunt? he knew that you weren't flirting with his trainees, and he knew that you weren't trying to catch their attention on purpose,and he wasn't mad,but still… you have no right to be this gorgeous. and that was exactly what he told you before cupping your dripping pussy, smiling at your flushed salient cheeks. "whats the matter,baby girl? I havent even touched your cunt and its so wet for me already" "Haji-please,need you inside me…" your pretty voice,your pretty face,your pretty body, how could he even think about turning down the offer? Hajime Iwaizumi was not a fan of watching other peoples suffer,and you were no exception. "just say the word,darling"

↬Tooru Oikawa "T-Tooru..Mhm!" Oikawa didn't respond,he was to busy making out with your pussy to even talk to you,but he would be lying if he'd say that your quivery voice didn't turn him on.He liked it when you called his name,and what better time than when you were sitting on his face,moaning and desperately calling him by his first name,telling him how good his wild tongue felt againt your heated cunt? "let go baby,i wanna hear your pretty voice" he whispered as he got a taste of your juicy clit,gently rubbing his tongue on it to see your reaction,suddenly sucking on it without any warning whan he saw how stubborn you were,trying to hold back your voice. "Sh-shit! ah! Tooru! p-please!" "please what,princess?" he innocently looked up to meet your eyes,half open from the Euphoric feeling you were experiencing.of course he knew what you wanted,but he wasn't done with you yet. not until hes satisfied with swallowing all of your juices. you wanted to tell him how empty you felt without his pretty cock against your walls, how well he was treating you and how lucky you were to have him by your side, but all of your thoughts disappeared from your mind the minute his tongue slipped inside you. "A-ah!!"

Reblogs are apprecaited!

DOMESTIC DISPUTES — small, soft, and domestic quarrels they have with you.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. kuroo tetsuroū x reader, oikawa toru x reader, iwaizumi haijme x reader, miya atsumu x reader (SEPARATELY)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. fem!reader, children mentioned in both of atsumu's and kuroo's passages, fluff, domestic, time skip au, I studied how atsumu talks for like an hour and I think I failed the assignment anyways, chaos/crack, kinda got lazy at his part too, a little ooc iwaizumi, also I noticed that iwaizumi's part has a line that looks suggestive... It's not, but you guys can interpret it in any way you want idrc

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔,

Leaving out the most important factor; the kids.

You understood the situation. Since your labor began shortly after two in the morning, the ride to the hospital was rather quiet due to everyone's fatigue. It was just a touch too quiet, so quiet that you could hear the crunching cry of the tires passing over the pebbles.

Silence fills the two car seats behind you when you expected to hear tiny mumblings. You didn't understand that part.

"Tets, why is it so quiet?"

"Would you like some music playing for you?" he asks, casually turning the radio on without thinking too much about it. You grab his hand.

"No, Tetsuroū, why is it so quiet?"

He glances over at you with eyebrows dragged downward, trying to decipher what you meant. Seeing the rearview mirror, his eyes briefly studied it before returning to the road. A flinch follows, and he looks again, this time examining the back seats more carefully before fully pivoting his head towards them.

"...Fu— Shit," he blurts out.

"Tets, please don't tell me you forgot to get the kids. Tetsuroū?"

He doesn't answer. Unbelievable.

"Tetsuroū! Oh my g—"

"You said to not tell you so I wasn't!!"

"Oh my god, I'm in labor— don't turn around!!!" You screeched as he made an illegal U-turn, resulting in thousands of furious honks from motorists.

"Well, I— I can't just leave two toddlers alone by themselves!"

"Then just call bokuto or kenma!!"

"That's a fire hazard!!"

"TETSUROŪ!"

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔,

waking up.

In terms of getting out of bed, Oikawa is the absolute worst. In all honesty, why the hell does he have an alarm if he's just going to wake up late anyway?

A sharp six a.m. wake-up signalizes the beginning of your suffering. You groan and shake him awake with the squeal of his vibrating phone rapping on your wooden nightstand. You find it annoying to be forcibly awakened at six in the morning when today is your day off, but you can simply drift back to sleep when it's off.

Your voice was heavy with exhaustion as you pleaded with Toru to turn off his alarm. A minute passes before he lazily switches the alarm off and retreats to his dream world, mumbling something incoherent as he does so.

You only have five minutes of rest when the second alarm goes off. Apparently, he snoozed it and now you were getting pissed.

"Oh my god, Toru, turn off your fucking alarm, dude," you groused in anger, becoming hostile. Your shoving becomes gradually harsher the more you have to wake up on his account.

The pillow beneath his face swallows his voice as he grumbles, "Why can't you do it yourself?"

"For one thing, I don't want you to be late, and two, it shouldn't be my job!" You hissed, growing increasingly enraged as you had to speak over the music that you're pretty sure is slowly getting louder the more it's left on.

He peaks above the mountain of fluffiness to just roll his eyes at you (and god, you want to choke him) before swiping again and the ringer is no more.

As if to annoy you, he snarls, "Happy?" Before ducking his head back onto his pillow.

You huff. You're agitated, a little sweaty, and maybe not as sleepy as you were before, but you're satisfied that you got your way.

You lay back down and allow your head to hit the pillow. Just as you were about to shut your eyes, his ringer goes off. The rest of the night is a total blur.

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄,

when it's time to leave.

"I'm leaving!" Iwaizumi yells out, sliding his feet into a pair of Park Avenue shoes.

"Wait, you forgot your tie!" you shout to him as you hurry to catch him before he opens the door.

His neck is fastened with a tie, which you adjusted so it was not uncomfortable. You'd choose a green one that would nicely collaborate with his eye pigment. After you finished, you inserted a silver clip that displayed a volleyball in front of it.

His plan for today was to attend a meeting rather than attend to injuries. Though it might not be one of your wifely duties when you married him, you always felt the need to make sure he looked more than presentable on these days.

As you tugged on his tie to meet his lips, you muttered a quick, "Have fun."

"Meetings aren't fun," he replies in between smooches. "I think we're going into decline."

Despite your attempt to pull back smoothly because you noted that this was taking a lifetime, he hauls you back in.

"Mhm, don't... say that," you paused because his lips lingered on yours for a moment longer than the rest before they began pecking you once again.

You tapped his cheek, "Haji, you need to go."

"Why are you in a hurry to get rid of me?" He says as he busses the corner of your lip.

"You said you were going in decline—" he pecks your cupid's bow, "—might make it easier for themselves... And fire you on the spot even if you're a minute late."

"Doesn't really matter to me, baby."

"Then how would you care for... You're housewife if you don't bring home the banknotes?"

"I can take care of you with just myself."

You giggled, "goodbye, Haji."

As he lets his lips rest on yours for a few more moments, he leads both of you (still connected) to the door where his hand scurries to find its knob deposited somewhere on the flat surface.

Once the door is opened, he attempts to remove himself from you. A final kiss is placed on your forehead before he locks the door behind him to keep you both from being contacted again.

It is possible to find Iwaizumi quite stern, reserved, and hard to look at sometimes, but you cherish those moments just as you cherish these, too.

𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔,

who spoils the kids more?

Atsumu frowned when he noticed the opulent plate that he had prepared for you that night remain spotless. You weren't eating because you were distracted, but it isn't a phone that prevents you from enjoying the delicious meal, but the baby wiggling in you in your arms.

Atsumu grumbles, a pout idling below his bottom lip. "Babe, ya need to eat now or your dinner is going to go cold. Plus, I made yer favorite."

When you side-eye him, you say, "Well if you weren't so congenial to Aoi, we wouldn't have this problem. He's absolutely dependant on touch; if he's not held by somebody, he'll freak out— we can't even lay in our own bed by ourselves."

The pout on Atsumu's face worsened, "I didn't make him that way."

"Atsumu, when he first arrived, you did not put him down once. When I got you to finally do so, you were the one to throw a temper tantrum."

His sigh suggests he acknowledges the merit in every single point you made, but remains butthurt and doesn't make any attempt to admit as much.

The young boy is tugged from your arms and cradled in his.

"Give him to me and finish eatin'," he says, the dissent he expressed to your accusations slowly evaporating. Rolling your eyes, you squabble with him a bit more until the rumble in your stomach limits you from continuing and you turned to eat the delicious food plated in front of you.

"Mommy thinks I spoil you too much," Atsumu whispers, announcing it loudly to your ears, "think that it's wrong just to show how much I love you. I think she's just jealous."

He blows a raspberry on Aoi's cheek, delighting in his squeals of laughter. Then he mumbles something about a stinky diaper, and shortly after, you hear the wail of your child you assume had been put down to be changed.

Crosswalk Masterlist:

Key: f: fuff; a: angst; h: humor; c: comfort

HAIKYUU:

Free real estate! Kuroo Tetsurou:

Free real estate: (f)

Are we getting a dog : (f) (h)

countless (aftermath) (f)

Love it when you boss me around: (f) (texts) (coming soon)

No match!Atsumu Miya:

No match!Atsumu Miya: (f) (h)

Come back : (f) (h) (texts)

Whatever this is! Kuroo Tetsurou:

Spoiler

Whatever this is! Kuroo Tetsurou: (f) (a)

Hi stranger (f) (h) (texts)

Secret garden! Oikawa Tooru:

Secret garden! Oikawa Tooru:(f)

Milky Way! Kageyama Tobio:

Spoiler

Milky Way! Kageyama Tobio: (f)

Kaori! Kuroo Tetsurou:

Spoiler

Kaori! Kuroo Testurou:(f) (h)

Secret Secret! Kuroo Testurou: (valentine's event):

Secret Secret! Kuroo: (f)

Drabbles: Haikyuu

Kissing!Kuroo:

Comfort!Kuroo:

Clingy!Kuroo:

MY HERO ACADEMIA:

Get used to it! Bakugou Katsuki:

Get used to it! Bakugou Katsuki: Part 1: (f)

Get used to it! Bakugou Katsuki: Part 2: (f) (a)

Get used to it! Bakugou Katsuki: Part 3: (f)

Drabbles: My hero academia:

Dork! Bakugou Katsuki:

A hero!Bakugou Katsuki:

Needy!Bakugou Katsuki:

Katsuki with glasses (f)

Bad days with Katsuki (f) (c)

Kisses with Katsuki (f)

Katsuki never likes to pull away first (f)

Katsuki with glasses (f)

Asks: Katsuki Bakugou:

Forgets his anniversary

react to his child telling his mom to shut up

Truth quirk

Katsuki with a coquette reader

Time stamps:

11:53: Katsuki Bakugou

12:03-(coming soon)

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 | 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

↬ featuring: 𝘚𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘢 𝘒𝘪𝘺𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪, 𝘖𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘛𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘶, 𝘉𝘰𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘒𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶

↬ category: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

↬ tw/general warnings: 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘖𝘍𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋, 𝘨𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 (𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘰'𝘴), 𝘭𝘮𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘥 <3

↬ word count: 1.6k 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

↬ a/n: this is my first time doing something like this so I'm really sorry if this is bad ashdhjasdk. hope you enjoy though! <3

@eunoique

𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗦𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗬𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗜

you were studying in sakusa's bedroom for the midterm exams coming up in a week.

he was currently explaining the calculus problem that laid in front of you. your eyes were scanning the paper in confusion.

"got it?" he turned his head towards you, expecting some sort of verbal response.

you simply nodded.

"good. now try doing the next one yourself."

he stood up and took a few steps towards his original seat, sat down and continued to do his own calculus questions.

you weren't going to do the question at all. considering you didn't understand a single thing. so why not figure out your problems by being artistic?

you glanced up at his figure across the table. his wavy black locks covering his face, his mechanical pencil scribbling away in his dominant hand, and the tendons and veins laced in his arm that slightly rose when he gripped the utensil firmer.

he was hot.

so you pushed the button at the top of your mechanical pencil and began to draw a basic sketch of his slumped and concentrated build.

once your drawing was almost completed, you added some further details to finish it off.

you raised the paper in front of you, let out a quiet sigh and made a soft smile. you were staring so intently at your sketch that you didn't realise he was gazing at you, his dark eyes piercing through the paper.

"you're done?"

you lowered the paper back on the table and grinned.

"yeah. you wanna see my amazing mathematician skills?"

he raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but complied.

sakusa grabbed the paper from you, hands slightly brushing against each other.

he wasn't so cautious of germs when he was around you. you were friends since childhood and you were one of the few people he trusted most. due to this reason, his softer personality would shine through.

once he saw what you spent the last few minutes on, roses immediately bled under his skin.

"w-what?" he said under his breath, eyes widening and lips slightly parted in shock.

you let out a small laugh.

"what? did I get it right?"

realising he kept staring at your art piece. he cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure to his usual stoic state.

"it looks good."

you smirked.

"that's it?"

"yes, that's all you deserve. since you didn't even study or complete the question at all." he scoffed.

you shrugged, "well- I guess I'll get to it then."

you carefully snatched the piece of paper back and picked up your eraser, ready to remove the drawing.

"-but don't remove it... keep it there."

and so you didn't.

once the midterms were over, your grade came back with an almost perfect score.

I guess those few minutes of artistic ability were worth it after all.

𝗢𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨

you were ready to head to your extracurricular activity.

being the manager for Aoba Johsai's volleyball team was no easy feat.

having to deal with oikawa's excessive amount of fangirls, makki and mattsun's constant sharing of memes and iwaizumi's struggle to keep things in order.

it was tiring.

but your creative mind kept your stress at bay, as creating art was your escape from your reality.

here you are sitting at the bench with the coaches. writing down the player's regimens and match notes.

looking at the time, you noticed that it was time for their usual half-way break. you nudged coach irihata's soldier, giving him a slight nod towards the players.

he knew what you meant and called for a break.

"everyone! have a break for the next ten minutes!"

the latter let out huge sighs, stretched their tense muscles and exhaustedly strolled towards the benches.

you grabbed the bottles and towels from its cases and placed them together. giving them a water bottle and towel each, with most of them nodding as a thank you.

oikawa came to you last with his usual flirtatious grin that his fangirls die for.

"oikawa-san!" "oikawa-senpai!" "wah~ he's so cool!"

he waved at them and threw a piece sign. making them squeal louder than ever before.

you rolled your eyes and gave him his towel and water bottle. he muttered a "thank you manager-chan~"

you ignored the little name and resumed writing your notes, making sure they were in tip-top shape.

once they seemed adequate to your eyes, you decided to draw with the remaining time left of the ten-minute break.

though you needed some inspiration, so you lifted your head and analysed the gym.

your eyes immediately caught oikawa's frame. his head was tilted back, hooded lids fluttering closed, droplets of sweat running down his forehead all the way to the veins on his pale neck, his long calloused fingers wrapped around the plastic cylinder, the soft hazel strands of hair soaked in his own perspiration and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each gulp.

you gulped yourself.

no wonder he had so many fans.

you wanted to capture this moment, so you quickly started drawing on the bottom right corner of his page of notes. you made sure that each detail could be seen and each stroke of lead was perfect.

you were so close to finishing until he approached you on the bench and sat himself down right next to you.

"yahoo~ may I see the notes you made on me please?"

you shivered from the close proximity and quickly held your notebook close to your chest.

"uhm- just a second."

at the speed of light you added the finishing touches to your drawing, checking that he couldn't see your page from his line of vision.

you took a double-take and asked.

"you sure you want to see your notes? it's not really done-"

"yup. I'd like to see them please, I don't mind if they're not done."

you accepted your doom, he was going to see your drawing whether you liked it or not- but at least it looked decent.

the notebook you were holding was passed to him and he started to read each word from the top to the bottom.

once he reached the dreaded corner, the corner of his mouth lifted up into a smirk. he gave you a side-glance.

you swiftly shifted your vision away from him. embarrassment taking over your features.

"soo... you drew me?"

"look. I was just bored and wanted to do something with the remaining time we had left of this break- and besides, you were the only person that caught my eye in terms of inspiration."

he leaned back on the wall with his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

"I look pretty hot in that drawing, not gonna lie."

you face him for a second, then looked away.

"that's because you are hot..." you accidentally thought out loud.

he instantly opened one of his eyes to look at you.

after a few seconds, you processed what had just happened and buried your face in your hands.

"didn't know our manager thinks of me that way~" he teased you.

"oh shut up shittykawa." you imitated his best friend, Iwaizumi.

he removed his hands from behind his head and sat up straight.

"now Iwa-chan has got you calling me that? you guys are so mean..." he pouted adorably.

𝗕𝗢𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨

"hey hey hey!"

you were on your way to the art club for a sudden lunch meeting when bokuto ran up to you, swinging an arm around your shoulder. akaashi following close behind.

"oomph- oh hi bokuto and akaashi!"

"me and akaashi were wondering if you wanted to sit with us for lunch? you're pretty much our best friend now so?..." bokuto beamed.

your smile immediately fell into a frown.

"sorry you guys, I have to attend a meeting for my arts club. maybe tomorrow?"

bokuto's hair deflated and his expression turned gloomy.

"aww... but I wanted to hang out with you today!"

akaashi leaned towards you and whispered in your ear, "maybe skip the meeting. bokuto will be in a gloomy mood for the rest of the day, we don't want that to happen right?"

you complied and sighed.

"alright. I'll skip just this once. let's go and eat!"

you three arrived to the fukurodani's boys volleyball team's lunch spot. which was under one of biggest cherry blossom trees on campus.

the team greeted you and everyone began to eat after they thanked for the food.

and so you ate your bento consisting of rice, pork curry, pickled vegetables and seaweed.

once you were done. you picked up your sketchbook and began to draw, to make up the time you skipped being with the team than being at the art club meeting.

you were close to drawing a cherry blossom tree that was nearby, until you wanted to draw a person. since scenery and nature was your specialty, and drawing people wasn't your forte.

you soon decided to draw bokuto, as his personality was already hitting you with inspiration for your sketch.

seizing the pencil, you started to draw your idea down.

the lead created marks of his spiky bi-coloured hair, his blinding grin, his big and rough hands, his slightly tousled school uniform and the pink petal that laid on the tip of his finger.

unbeknownst to you, bokuto was behind you. watching your every move.

you smiled with satisfaction at your final product.

bokuto yelled from behind and pointed at your sketchbook, "WHOA! LOOK GUYS! AKAASHI LOOK! THEY DREW ME!"

you jolted from the volume and closed your book.

"bokuto-san! don't scare them like that!" akaashi told bokuto from his spot.

bokuto apologised, but then asked.

"may I see again? please?"

he's already seen your drawing, so there's nothing left to hide now.

you gave him your book and his reaction made him seem like he ascended into heaven.

he was literally glowing.

"you're so talented! no wonder the art club loves you!"

you looked down to your lap, fiddling with your fingers.

maybe you should draw him more?

if he allows you of course.

English Class | T. Oikawa | Drabble

pairing: teacher!oikawa x oc

synopsis: oikawa is late to lunch

word count: 397

warnings: none!

type: drabble

a/n: for some reason i feel like oikawa would be an english teacher

"Oikawa-sensei," A young girl raised her hand. "Yes, Yukako?" "How do you pronounce synthesize again?" Yukako had to spell it out. Oikawa sounded it out for the class before returning back to his desk work.

The bell rang which meant it was finally time for his lunch break. "Remember your pronunciation tricks and the test should be easy." He was making his way to his car before he was stopped by a group of students. "Oikawa-sensei, we were wondering if you could tutor us during your lunch break?" Oikawa agreed, forgetting he promised his wife to have lunch with her.

Together they went back to his classroom and began studying. About twenty minutes in, a sharp knock was at the door. Before Oikawa got up to answer it, a tall, slender woman came in. Short, blonde hair framed her face and stopped at the base of her neck. Bold, red lipstick contrasted her pale skin.

A white sweater clung tight to her upper half while her long, green skirt was flowy and loose. "Tooru, are you avoiding me?" Oikawa quickly ran up to her, "Of course not dear. I just got caught up at work." One of his students interrupted, "Not to be rude Oikawa-sensei, but who's that?" "I am his wife," she took a seat next to the student.

A little girl entered the classroom next. Brown pigtails with blonde streaks and red ribbons matched her mother perfectly. She wore a dainty pink dress and cuddled up right next to her mother. "We were waiting for you at the cafe and you never showed." His wife reached for a handkerchief out of her purse and pretended to cry.

The little girl began hitting Oikawa's leg, "Bad daddy kept mommy and I waiting." He reached down to pick her up, "I was teaching my students, see." His students awkwardly waved to his daughter. "Now how about I send these students off to lunch and we go eat at the cafe? How does that sound?"

The girl cheered and he set her back down. The students filed out and gave their aww's and goodbyes. "With this heat and tests coming up, my brain is fried." 'Its quite alright, I knew you were probably here with the kids." She picked up her daughter and carried her back to the car with Oikawa following along, mesmerized by his wife's beauty.

pairing: oikawa x fem!black reader

synopsis: oikawa teaches Y/n to serve

word count: 521

type: one-shot

a/n: i sorta kin oikawa lmao. also have a love/hate relationship with him.

Y/n had just finished her bowl of cereal when there was a knock on the door. She knew it could only be one person. Before she could answer, Oikawa walked right in. He plopped himself down in the chair next to her on the kitchen island. "Y/n-chan are your parents home?" She shook her head. "Great. Let's go out." He began tugging her hand. "Out where? I need to get dressed." He looked her up and down and noticed she was still in pajamas.

"Let me pick out your outfit," his eyes filled with glee. She reluctantly agreed and trailed behind as he waltzed to her bedroom. Having being over so many times he practically knew the house's layout. He went straight for her closet while she sat on the bed. "I'll pick something light because of what we're doing." "What exactly are we doing?" "That's for me to know and you to find out," he replied in that playful tone of his.

He picked out a simple t-shirt with a variety of butterflies on it and some jogging shorts. "Hopefully no one else will be there," he muttered as she changed in the other room. Once she was finished she did a little twirl and they were on their way. "Gonna tell me where we're going now?" "To play volleyball of course." Of course they were.

"I don't know how to play," she remarked. "I'm just teaching you to serve. Since I'm the best youth server in all of Japan." They finally reached a park where there were various volleyball nets. "Is this where volleyball nerds hang out?" Y/n joked. He ignored her and retrieved a ball. "I'm going to demonstrate first, then I'll guide you through it." Y/n barely paid attention as he served a few times. All she could focus on was the rise and fall of his shirt exposing a bit of his v-line.

"Got that?" he asked. She nodded and went into position. He walked her through it and then stepped back so she could do it on her own. The first time it didn't even go over the net. Same with the second, and the third, and the fourth, and the fifth. Y/n was ready to give up, but Oikawa wasn't taking no for an answer. "We can get smoothies, but you gotta make it over the net." Y/n wasn't sure why he was pushing the idea so much. Eventually she got it over and Oikawa clapped.

"I didn't think you would ever be able to do it. Tomorrow we have to focus on receives," his brow furrowed. "This is a daily thing?" He smiled and winked, "Unless you don't want it to be of course. I had fun teaching you, even if you suck." "Keep winking and you'll have a crowd of fangirls." "So smoothies now? I know this really good place. Iwa showed me it once because he was sick of calling me. And that's so mean of him," Oikawa began to ramble. Y/n smiled to herself and gave her boyfriend a kiss on the cheek.