#camboy!oikawa
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“ the fuck-it list ” || hq! pt. 4
one || two || three
synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.
pairing: seijoh4 x gn!reader [ oikawa, iwaizumi, mattsun, maki ]
warnings: mature content. MDI. cursing, suggestive language, mild objectification, the word “dick” said over a million times lol this chapter is basically bigdick!4 supremacy, corny behavior, camboy!maki, slight mentions of degradation, iwa’s is the shortest (I’M SORRY), some minor errors probably and i think that’s it :] !!
notes: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT :'))) life was kicking my ass and the last thing i could think about was getting metaphorically dicked down lol but hope you enjoy, thank y'all so much for your patience, and the last couple parts coming soon!
tagged: @daedaep69 , @ahahadumbo , @viktoryn , @mdsb , @ourgoddessathena , @ushygushybaby , @hyori2 , @lumpywolf , @fantasycantasy, @captaincyberqueen , @tsukiran
OIKAWA would be the reason the list even exists, let’s be honest.
But, for the sake of the plot, we’ll pretend otherwise.
Once again, without fail, after another grand win for the great king, he’s swarmed by his devoted groupies—Shoving their phones, gifts, and themselves in his face hoping to catch even a sliver of his attention.
And once again, you stood on the sidelines, impatiently waiting for him to leave the spotlight; irked your soul sometimes.
It’s not that you were against him being praised or anything, even though his head was fat enough to begin with, you loved the admiration people had for him. But there’s a fine line between being a fan and being a straight-up weirdo.
And right now, they’re tap-dancing on that line something fierce.
“Tooru!~ will you sign right here?”
One pulled down the collar of her shirt, exposing more of her breasts that were pushed up damn-near to her chin whilst wearing a sultry smile. You caught a small glimpse of panic flash across his features before he covered it with a nervous laugh, eyes subtly shifting over to you as he replied. “..How 'bout a photo instead?”
Things went on like that for the next few minutes. Someone would even take it a step further by flat out asking for his number, or if he was single. They already knew the answer to that, it was the same every time, yet they continuously tried their luck as if someday, through the power of delusion and manifestation, his answer would miraculously change despite you always attending his practices and his games, wearing his spare jersey, holding his hand, shoving your tongue down his throat, didn’t matter—Them hoes were relentless.
But, so were you.
“Oh, Tooru!~ If you don’t wrap this up, you’ll be walking home!~” You sang, mirroring the tone of the girl from earlier. The semi-empty threat made the setter perk up like a hound, eyes wide as that same panic returned as well.
Although this time, he wasn’t so quick to play it off.
“U-Uh,” he squeaked, then immediately covered by clearing his throat. “Yes, uh, well, it’s been great chatting with you all tonight. Thank you again for your love and support for the team, it's always appreciated. I hope you’ll continue to cheer us and myself oninthefuture—WAIT! [____]-chan! Don’t leave, y’know my poor legs won’t survive the walk back! Baby, c'mon, wait up!”
Oikawa whined as he scrambled to catch up to your retreating form, no longer concerned with the crowd of disgruntled faces he left behind as they watched their object of affection slip away yet again. A small part of you wanted to turn back and stick your tongue out at them in petty victory, but you refrained. The sound of their great king pleading for your attention was satisfactory enough.
You barely made it outside before his long arms wrapped around your front, locking you to his chest as he leaned almost his entire weight on you. You could feel his heart thrumming against your head as he panted. Eventually, he huffed, no doubt pouting as he gently swayed you in his arms. “You’re mean.”
Keeping your gaze forward, you frowned. “And I have the right to be. You said you’d tell some of those ‘fans’ of yours to chill out—it’s getting way out of hand, Tooru. That one girl practically flashed her damn tits at you, and you gawked like a virgin.”
He chortled, incredulously, “I did not! She caught me off guard..!”
“And yet, you rewarded her with a photo instead of calling out her inappropriate behavior. Make it make sense.”
You attempted to shrug him off only for his hold to tighten, spinning you around to gaze at you with chocolate brown eyes resembling that of a puppy out in the rain—One of the unfair tactics of Tooru Oikawa to get back on your good side. You had full intent of ignoring him, standing your ground…but how could you possibly stay mad at that adorable face?
Easy. By not looking directly at it.
“Nuh uh. I don’t think so,” you gently pushed away the setter’s face, earning another whine in protest. “You’re not getting off the hook that easily. I’m really upset with you.”
“Buh I dinit do anyfing,” he said through smooshed lips.
“And that’s the problem. You need to set boundaries with them, Tooru. Things’ll only continue to get out of hand the longer you enable it. Next thing you know they’re clawing and biting at your flesh so they can take a piece of you home with them under their nails and in their teeth.”
Oikawa grimaced, leaning back. “Ew. Graphic. They’re fans, baby, not rabid animals. I think you may be exaggerating.”
You cocked a brow. “Am I now? Well. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
—
The team had never seen their captain move so fast in their entire season. This was the first time he’d just straight up avoided his entourage and head straight for the showers after practice, scurrying off like his ass was on fire. Questions would spark around the gym about this drastic shift in behavior.
“What’s his deal?” One player voiced. “Usually he sticks around at least another hour to entertain his cult.”
“Not sure. After our last game, he’s been skittish.” Another replied.
A third jumped in after taking a swig of his water. “Think it’s got something to do with that..thing we saw the other night?”
The small group thought back to when all of their phones went off at the same time, social medias in a frenzy about their very own star player. At first glance, they figured it was just highlights of their game, specifically highlighting Oikawa. But, upon further inspection…it was something else entirely.
'Tooru Oikawa. 6’3ft King of the Court, and also our hearts. Being notoriously known as the campus pretty boy, loved by many and envied by the rest, it wouldn’t be far-fetched to consider him the blueprint—The default setting of everyone’s wet dream. He’s a tall, talented, smooth-talker with playful eyes and a panty-dropping smile, a textbook definition of ‘Prince Charming’. Everybody and they mama, daddy, even bald-headed granny would kill to jump this man’s bones. Many would see him as the romantic type, but there’s something more…unhinged hidden beneath the pretty-boy persona. After much debate, our beloved setter is to be dubbed a whole SWITCH, no nintendo. At first he’ll play the dominant role, but edge him long enough and you’ll bring the Great King to his knees, quivering, drooling, you name it. He’s shameless. 9.5/10 - half a point deducted for his inferiority/superiority complex. Get some therapy, babe. ♡’
They didn’t think much of it at the time, when it came to their attention whore of a captain, it wasn’t completely unexpected, especially if his groupies had anything to do with it. The players looked at one another, then back at the gaggle of hormones waiting for the brunette in question by the doors. It was unanimous.
“Yep.” “Uh-huh.”
The third player snorts. “‘bout time it sucked to be him for once.”
When Oikawa eventually exited the locker room, he did everything in his power to appear small, tip-toeing across the floor with his head down and shoulders hunched in crouching tiger-like fashion. He would’ve gotten away scott-free…if not for his petty teammates.
“See ya tomorrow, captain!”
It bounced off the gym walls, the setter grimacing as his devoted followers instantly looked in his direction, predatory gazes stunning him like a dear caught in headlights. Oikawa shot the players a nasty glare over his shoulder, flipping them off and continuing for the exit. He attempted to stiff-arm his way through the hoard, ducking and dodging their grabby hands and shutting down their…bolder advances.
“Tooru-chan!~ Let me show you what I’m capable of, I’ll have you begging in no time, just say the word!~”
“Unhinged men are so my type—Step on me, spit on me, call me names until I cry, I want it all!~”
“I bet it’s bubblegum pink, right? Does it curve to the left or right?”
Oikawa blanched. “Ladies, please, this is ridiculous! You all know I’m in a relationship with-”
“They don’t have to know.”
One had tried reaching out to touch him, but was quickly thwarted when the setter grabbed her wrist. Not tight enough to hurt, but enough to get the message across—Too far. Everyone came to a hush at the sudden display, cowering slightly at the intensity that pooled in his eyes, dark and cold as he fixed the whole group with a stern expression. You were right (obviously). Things escalated the second they were given an inch, with complete disregard to his boundaries and what you meant to him.
These weren’t fans. Not real ones, at least.
Oikawa deeply exhaled through his nose, calming himself down to keep from saying something he’d regret. Releasing the girl’s wrist, the setter gently moved her out of his personal space, resadjusting his bag and sporting a rather disinterested expression.
“It appears you all have misunderstood your place. I’ll forgive that disgusting comment only once. But, if this obscene, rude, and down right shameful behavior continues, I’ll have no choice but to inform the coach of your harassment and have you banned from future practices and games. Do I make myself clear?”
When you arrived to pick up Oikawa per usual, you were surprised to see that he was already waiting for you, not a single group ie in sight.
Skeptical, you looked around as you approached him, thinking those buzzards were still in listening distance, just waiting to pounce. But, when all you’re welcomed with was a big hug and kiss, you relaxed. Oikawa pulled back and gave you a sheepish smile. He explained everything that had happened, rubbing his the back of his neck in embarrassment. When he finished, he looked down at you with those same puppy eyes he gave you the other day.
“Please don’t say I told you so?”
You cooed, reaching up to fiddle with his hair at his nape. He leaned into your touch, content. Until you said, “I told you so.”
He frowned. “You’re MEAN.”
Once IWAIZUMI learned it involved Oikawa in any way, that’s all he needed to know to have no interest in the list. Sort of like Sakusa, if the topic gets brought up, he finds himself tuning out. The last thing he needed was to get dragged into whatever mess his dumbass best friend got himself involved with. But, unfortunately for him, one doesn’t simply choose to be on the list…the list chooses you.
And one afternoon, the former ace was the unlucky winner.
‘Hajime Iwaizumi. 5’10ft hunk made of pure Husband Material. We’re talking the man who’ll open doors for you, pull out chairs, hold your bags without fuss, give you massages, cook you hearty meals, the whole nine yards. With that information in mind, you can’t tell me he’s not an absolute DOG in the bedroom. I’m talking about a man who’ll bully your insides, manhandle you and call you his “favorite cocksleave” or his “pretty little whore”. He’s the type to say the nastiest shit in your ear and tease you for the cute reactions you’d give him before shoving his tongue down your throat, while his dick kisses your appendix. Definitely a Hard Dom who only rewards good behavior, so if you plan to be a brat to this man—Good luck. But, as soon as he’s fucked that attitude outta you he’s back to being such a sweetheart! So so so attentive, so devoted, and will do anything for you. He’s God’s favorite. 1000000/10.’
“Oh? .. Hey, babe.” You said, curiously. Iwa grunted in response. “You know that list thingy Oikawa-?”
“Nope.” He easily answered, eyes focused ahead and he continued bench pressing the heavy bar.
You slap his chest. “You didn’t even let me finish!” He responded with a playful smirk, making you lightly slap him again.
Straddling his lap while he pumped iron was routine. It consisted of him doing what he does and you keeping him company, soaking up his presence until you inevitably left for your next lecture. Sometimes you kept count for him, other times you’d happily just be a distraction; today you did both.
“Haji,” you whined, wiggling a little. He ignored you on purpose, stubbornly refusing to indulge the topic. But that didn’t deter you from pestering him. “Ha-ji-me!”
“Ba-by-doll,” he echoed, grunting shortly after when he placed the heavy weight back on the rack, finished with the set. Panting, he sat up and readjusted you in his lap, hands resting on your thighs as he finally looked at you, amused at your scowl. “I don’t get why you’re so interested in that shitty list.”
“I’m not…until now.”
“Why?”
Turning your phone screen to show him the updated post, Iwa’s eyes scanned it before his brows furrowed in confusion, then tightened with irritation, jaw clenched and annoyance clear on his face. He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes to unsee it and merely laying back down on the bench. “Block them.”
You gaped. “What? No way!”
“It’s nothing but perverts with too much time on their hands,” he grunted, lifting up the bar and beginning his set. “It’ll rot your brain. Or what’s left of it, anyways.”
With a dramatic gasp, you retorted with, “Jerk. I’ll retweet and tell them you also love sucking on toes, how ‘bout that?”
Iwa paused mid-push. He eyed you from his laying position, voice dangerously low as he said, “Try it and I’ll bench press you next.”
“Hm.”
Through squinted eyes, MATTSUN briefly scanned the bright screen of Maki’s phone displaying the updated post that started circulating around their group for the past few minutes. Without much reaction, one would think he was too buzzed to be able to even comprehend it.
But he understood all too well.
‘Issei Matsukawa. 6’2ft lazy ass with a third leg. Doesn’t matter if he looks like he uses 5-and-1 body wash, he smells DELECTABLE. And don’t get me started on the gray, low-hanging joggers he usually wears around campus—He needs to be arrested walking around with a concealed weapon in those sweats—sir, put it in me AWAY. The literal embodiment of “If it slaps his thigh when he walk, I’ll listen when he talk.” The ultimate brat-tamer tbh. You can’t get under his skin, he’s so nonchalant and laid back, your attitude would just be foreplay for him (HIS FREAKY ASS). And if you think he’s already big on soft??? Bitch. Gon head and call outta work for tomorrow. 50/10.’
“Uh..congrats?” Kindaichi gave an awkward thumbs up.
Maki snickered, tongue in cheek. “Yeah, man, how’s it feel being ‘dick of the week’? They’re even givin’ it nicknames ‘nd shit.” He scrolled further into the depths of debauchery. Peering from over his shoulder to see for himself, Kunimi‘s face scrunched in mild disgust.
“Someone called it ‘The Door-Knocker’? Fucking cringe.”
“Fucking retweet.” The strawberry blonde hummed in approval. “Oo, I like this one—‘The Punisher’. That’s badass.”
Yahaba snickered only to then start choking on his drink, snatching Kyotani by the front of his shirt for support as he hacked for air. The wing-spiker merely glared, winding his hand back to beat the shit out of his back. “Ack! Kyo—fuc-! BRO STOP.”
“I’m helping.”
“You’re killing me!”
“Same thing,” he grunted.
Mattsun snorted, taking another swig of beer. After skimming through the thread, he lowly drawled out, “Cool, I guess. No big deal.”
He didn’t know much about the list, only that if you ended up on it you were pretty much an ace in the game of dick-slanging. But, he didn’t need some thirsty randoms on the internet telling him that he fucks. He had you to attest to all that, and your opinion was the only one that truly mattered. Not that either of you would kiss and tell.
His friends, on the other hand, felt otherwise. As far as they were concerned, Mattsun was a single man. And right now, he was shitting on a blessing sent from the gods. Maki halted his sip to eye his best friend, beer can lowering suspiciously. “No big deal?”
Mattsun shrugged. “t’s what I said.”
Yahaba finally caught his breath, chiming in with a winded, “Yeah right…you’re probably itching to check your DMs. Tell me ‘m wrong.”
“Ok. You’re wrong,” he replied, chugging the remainder of his beer can before crushing it. Yahaba went to argue, but Mattsun cut him off by speaking through a burp. “Don’t got the energy…to entertain someone who just wants my dick.”
“Don’t you mean, ‘Door-knocker’?” Kunimi teased.
“I thought it was ‘The Punisher’..?” Watari asked, uncertain.
“I saw ‘Horse Cock’ on there.” Kindaichi grimaced.
Mattsun shook his head. “Whatever. Point is, ‘m not interested in racking up my body count anytime soon, so those DMs will just go unanswered. Hell, maybe even deleted.”
“Bullshit,” Maki challenged. He points an accusing finger. “There’s another reason. It’s ‘cause you’re already screwing around with someone, aren’t ya?”
A silence fell upon the group, all eyes instantly honing in on the taller male with metaphorical ears raised high in scandalized curiosity, some (read: Kindaichi and Yahaba) more obvious about it than others. Mattsun merely gave a halfhearted shrug, neither denying nor confirming the information. “Aha! See, see, look at ‘em, dodging the question! He’s so cuffed.”
“No shot,” Yahaba deadpanned, “mister ‘Noncommittal’ himself?”
Mattsun glared. “Oi. I commit to stuff.”
“He’s gettin’ defensive.” Kunimi pointed out with a wry grin.
“Must be true, then.” Kyotani nodded, mischievous glint in his eye.
The others hummed in agreement, theorizing about his type in partners and how there could be a potential special someone in their senior’s life, while the bastard behind it all watched smugly on the couch, sipping his drink like a gossiping old biddy. Mattsun squinted in annoyance at his best friend. “Et tu, dumbass?”
Maki raised his hands, “Hey, don’t get mad at me. You basically told on yourself. No guy in their right mind would ever pass up on that many opportunities unless he’s A) Stupid, B) Aro/Ace, or C) Spoken for. Now, my vote’s between A and C, but feel free to update me on your sexual orientation.”
Mattsun flipped him off, sporting a sarcastic expression.
His phone then began to vibrate on the table. As quickly as they looked at the former middle blocker, everyone’s gaze shot toward the offending device, then back on him; expectantly. Despite his calm exterior the brunette felt his heart-rate spike, brow twitching at the childish looks and jeers he started getting, borderline peer-pressuring him to pick it up.
After a few seconds of continuous ringing, Kunimi huffed in mild annoyance for him to, “Answer it, already.”
Maki added fuel to fire by saying, “Unless you want one of us to answer for you-” Mattsun snatched the phone off the table.
With the grace of a gorilla, he stood from the couch and quickly shuffled to the corner of the room. Answering it, he cleared his throat, face flushing at the chorus of snickers coming from behind him as he greeted you with a simple, but elated, “Hey.”
“Hey, ‘sei!”
“Hey,” he said again, breathing out a small chuckle. “Can’t sleep?”
You responded with your own chuckle. “Yeah, actually. I was wondering if you’d wanna maybe…ride around with me? I’m thinking McDonald’s. Oo! Or that wing place by campus, y’know, the one with the teriyaki flavor you liked? I think they don’t close until, like, 2am. Or…was it 1am?”
Mattsun snorted at your rambles, leaning against the wall as he let you continue. Unbeknownst to him, the guys were practically stacked on top of each other, stretching their ears to hear your voice. From what they could pick up, you sounded so upbeat, animated as you spoke. They watched in awe as their senior barely spoke but was engaged in whatever you were saying, nodding along and humming to let you know he was still listening. If he wasn’t faced the other way, they were certain they’d see a smitten expression on his face.
“Mhm.. mhm. Yeah, ‘m sure that squirrel really appreciated you sharing your almonds, baby.”
“BABY???” The group exclaimed.
The brunette jumped slightly, completely forgetting where he was for a moment there. He briefly looked over his shoulder before turning back towards the wall with a groan—Every single one of those bastards were either grinning or gaping in shock. Mattsun cursed under his breath. You made a noise of confusion.
“Are you with the guys? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt! We can totally chill another night if you-”
“Nah, was just about to leave. Think I’ve entertained these assholes long enough.” He grumbled, walking over to grab his jacket, but not before thumping Maki on the head; the latter hissed through his teeth in pain as he held the throbbing spot. “Rather be with you anyways. I’ll send the address, lemme know when you’re outside.”
“O-Oh, okay then!” You giggled, flattered. “I’ll see you soon. Love you!”
He turned back to look at the group, smug as they still watched him with disbelief painted on their faces as Mr. Non-committal was ditching them to hang with his commitment. Like he tried to tell them before, he didn’t need some thirsty randoms on the internet. He had you, and that’s more than enough.
“Love you too, [_____].” Then, he walks out. Leaving the room in even more chaos compared to when he first answered the phone, immediately on his ass as the scrambled after him for answers.
“[______]?????”
Who would’ve guessed their sweet, beloved volleyball manager from high school was the one getting visits from “The Punisher”.
Within his inner circle, MAKI is usually overlooked. He’s not popular like Oikawa, nor jacked like Iwa, and he’s doesn’t have the whole ‘sexy aloof’ vibe like Mattsun. He’s just…tall. And funny—The ‘Pete Davidson’ of the group. At least, that’s what your friends called him. Somehow, once again during your outing with them at the mall the topic of your relationship became the focal point of the conversation, stretching their brains for why you were so enamored with a guy like him.
“He gotta be packin’. Like, I’m talking anaconda.”
“Type shit. Y’know what they say about them tall and skinny ones.”
You rolled your eyes, wry smirk spreading across your face as you busied yourself sifting through a clothes rack. The conspiratorial discussion had been going on for the past ten minutes, throwing anything and everything at the wall until something stuck—Meaning, waiting for you to confirm. “[_____]. Be honest. It’s ‘cause of his dick, right?”
A lady standing on the other side of the rack gasped in shock, face twisting up in revulsion as she clutched her purse before stomping away, scandalized. You snorted, peeking over your shoulder to raise an eyebrow at them while they struggled to suppress their childish merriment at the poor woman’s embarrassment.
“Quit it before they kick us out.” You attempted to sound stern, but there was no hiding your own amusement. One friend playfully nudged you while the other began to snicker. “And no, it’s not because of that. It’s a bonus, though.”
The first gasped, then exclaimed, “So it is big!”
“’m not finna start with you,” you replied looking back at the clothes, pretending not to know them as nearby customers gave the side-eye. Neither one paid any mind as they continued to gossip. “We have this conversation every time we go out. Give it a rest.”
“Not until you tell us what you see in him.”
“I mean, I get it, but then I look at his friends and…” she hissed through her teeth, shaking her head. “I’m just saying. You fumbled.”
“I’m not taking that from someone who slept with a door dasher just because they got the restaurant to put extra sauce in your bag.”
The guilty party gaped, “It wasn’t included in their instructions, they were a real one for that!”
“Still don’t know why you did it,” the other friend sighed. “The food was cold, and I’m certain they took some of my fries.”
“Shut up, we’re not talking about my poor life choices, we’re talking about [_____]’s.”
“Fuck you,” you laughed. “You two need to get off my man. You haven’t even properly met him yet. He’s a sweetheart, he treats me like royalty, and I don’t care what y’all say, that man is fine.”
“Please. You’re just dickmatized.”
“Enough about his dick already!”
Your outburst drew the attention of a nearby employee; the store manager. Even though she wore a professional smile, you could see death in her eyes. With a nervous smile, you gave an apologetic wave before quickly grabbing your friends by their arms and escorting yourselves out before you got banned. Your closet was getting full, anyways.
“Look…I know the guys I’ve dated in the past were…questionable. But, I really like this one. And I swear the pictures I showed you don’t do him justice, his goofy ass just never sits still.”
They looked skeptical, having heard that one before. You huffed.
“Alright. How about I invite him over tonight? That way you have a chance to get to know him better. And if you’re still iffy, then…then you’ll have to get over it because you love me dearly and want me to be happy and just because you don’t think he’s attractive doesn’t mean I don’t, he is very gorgeous to me-!”
“[_____], honey, breathe.”
You stopped to inhale, then concluded with a small, “Please?”
They exchanged another look of skepticism, until the second added one condition. “He better not show up empty-handed.”
—
When the doorbell rang, the mood instantly shifted in the room, your friends going silent and gazes sharp as they looked at your door. Unbeknownst to all of you, on the other side of the door, Maki shivered, confused where that sudden chill came from. You gave them an eager, though strained, smile before scampering over to greet your awaiting guest. Upon opening the door, your smile slowly dropped at the sight of Maki sipping out of a large styrofoam cup with the words 'Big Gulp' written on it, dressed casually in sweats and a beanie, appearing very empty-handed.
After he swallowed, he gave a drawled, "Yo."
Your eye twitched. "Takehiro." He hummed, taking another sip of his drink. "Remember that important thing we discussed over the phone? Literally the only thing I asked you not to be when you got here?"
He thought about it, taking note of the daggers you were shooting at his cup. Maki made a noise of realization. "Oh, right. I bought snacks too, buuut I accidentally ate ‘em all on the way. My bad. But, look," he shook the cup, "technically still not empty-handed."
A small part of you wanted to be mad, frustrated at the least...but there was no hiding the giggle you rewarded him with, of which turned into more giggles. With sigh, you stepped forward to wrap your arms around his middle in a hug. "You’re so dumb."
"Missed you, too." He playfully rolled his eyes, returning the hug and craning his neck to kiss your forehead. The two of you stood there for a moment, just basking in each other's warmth. But, the moment was short-lived when he gave a long, exaggerated exhale through his nose before murmuring, "Ready?"
"...No." You groaned.
"Damn, do they bite or something?"
"No, they’re just...unfiltered. I love them, don't get me wrong, but they can work on your nerves to an olympic degree. You'll see once we get inside...They're gonna ask about your dick, by the way. Just ignore it."
Maki snorted, bewildered. "I'll try my best."
"Also...try not to mention that...other thing."
"What other thing?"
"You know," you raised your brows, looking over your shoulder in case they were eavesdropping before softly continuing, "that post."
It took a second, but he eventually caught on to what you meant.
‘Takehiro Hanamaki. 6’0ft shameless manslut (affectionately) who’s taken the campus by storm with his rather...interesting side hobby that pretty much has every student reaching for their wallets and switching to incognito mode on their browsers. Who would’ve guessed that lanky, low-eyed beanpole had the talent to film such erotic content and put a whole industry to shame with just his smartphone and a couple LED lights? After getting past the paywall and binging his videos (for research) it’s safe to say this man is very much a power bottom, maybe even a top depending on his mood, with a fowl mouth that’s not afraid to moan like a porn star. Best $200 I’ve ever spent (FOR RESEARCH). Highly recommend if you’re interested in having the best guided orgasm of your life—Link is in the thread! Get that bag, king. 10/10.’
A shit-eating grin stretched across his face instantly. He bounced his eyebrows, leaning down to teasingly say, "Ohh. That post. What? Don't want 'em to know how I make my living? Or, you scared they'll find out you're my number one supporter, always touching themselves just behind the camera-"
"Hiro!" You hissed, face set ablaze as you looked over your shoulder again, anxious. He found your reaction cute, using the straw in his cup to poke your cheek. You huffed at him. "I don't want them to pry. I doubt they've seen it since they go to a different uni, and I'd like to keep it that way. Okay?"
He easily shrugged. “You’re the boss.”
You exhaled, relieved. “Thank you.” You turned to head back inside, knowing your friends were just itching to bombard Maki, however you were stopped when he grabbed your arm.
“But.”
“…But?”
“I’ll let the dick-related questions slide and keep my side hustle under wraps, but you have to do something for me in exchange for my good behavior.”
You tilted your head, nervous. “Like what?”
His grinned mischievously, eyes half-mast as he used his free hand to hold your jaw, making you gasp softly when he tilted your head back. “Instead of being behind the camera in my next video…my number one supporter has to be the star.”
You rapidly blinked, heat traveling throughout your body once you registered his words. Fumbling over your own, you didn’t have time to protest when the door behind you opens wide, revealing your impatient friends. Maki let go of your jaw and settled for wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as he waved at them with the hand that still had the large cup in it.
“‘sup.” He flashed them a sly grin. Maki took in their shocked faces, hoping they were a good sign as he introduced himself. “[_____]’s told me a lot about you guys. Hope you didn’t mind me crashing your get together.”
They absolutely did not mind.
You weren’t lying—Those pictures you showed did him dirty. Nothing could’ve prepared them for the uno reverse that was Takehiro Hanamaki. From his lax posture and cozy demeanor, sleepers build and cute smile, it’s no wonder you were drawn to him. Plus he’s funny with a big dick (allegedly)?????
After you composed yourself, still reeling from your conversation earlier, you eventually mustered up a triumphant smile at your friends as they gaped up at Maki, speechless. “So? You guys still think I fumbled?”
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𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 | 18+
ft. some of our fav dilfs <3
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IMPORTANT:
okay so,,, im planning on adding one more camboy,, cuz why not,, kinda losing inspo for this book,,, anyways,, i added some options for u guys to pick from
the one w the most comments or votes?,,, will be added:
Toji Fushiguro - teacher
Nanami Kento - teacher
Howl Pendragon - teacher
Toru Oikawa - student
?????
(lmk if u want someone else)
links: wattpad + ao3
ALSO,, lmk if u guys want me to start posting the book here
#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk fanfic#jjk smut#haikyuu smut#mha x reader#gojo x reader#kuroo x reader#haikyuu x reader#aot x reader#mha smut#aot smut#aizawa x reader#aizawa smut#reiner x reader#reiner smut#bokuto x reader#dabi smut#dabi x reader#ushijima x reader#ushijima smut#miya atsumu#miya atsumu x reader#yuji itadori#yuuji x reader#yuuji itadori smut#gojou satoru x reader#jjk satoru#jujutsu kaisen satoru#aot x y/n
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Masterlist!
My MasterList doesn’t always work I’ve learnt, so fuck, I’ve had to remake it, if it doesn’t work please let me know
Aot
Levi headcanons
Camboy Levi
one bed trope with Armin
Gamer reader x subby Armin
Professor Armin
Eren titan form
Bertholdt
Hange
Annie/Yelena (separate)
Walking in on you changing
Idol reader
Haikyuu
SFW Kenma
Tsukishima
Camboy Oikawa
Tendou
Fnaf sb
Glam Freddy/Glam Chica/Roxanne (separate) + others headcanons
Virgin Sundrop
Montgomery gator part 1, and part 2
Misfits
Swaggersouls thigh riding
Fitz cuddle turned smut
Harry Potter
Newt scamander sex pollen
Spiderverse
Miguel unfinished
Doawk (rodrick)
Perv Rodrick heffley
Girl next door trope w/ rodrick
Painting rodricks nails oneshot
Reader that’s like Karen smith (bimbo reader basically)
Ftm!reader
First time with rodrick
Ftm!reader (pre-bottom surgery)
SFW adhd reader
SFW Band kid reader
Dead before dawn 3D (mainly Casper)
Casper Galloway
Being Charlie (mainly Casper)
Charlie’s younger sister (adam x reader)
The entitled (mainly/only Dean)
Dean Taylor gun play (Dean x reader)
Vampire!Dean
Couch fucking
Forest sex
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> Current Works:
Caught on Rec.
[Haikyuu!! Kuroo Tetsurou x FemReader — camboy/roommate AU]
SYNOPSIS: In which, you discover that your recently new roommate and friend, Kuroo Tetsurou, is a Camboy. And watching his streams inevitably becomes your new guilty pleasure; a secret that doesn't last well.
WARNINGS:
Mature themes (mature language,explicit sexual content + kinks, use of alcohol)
Status: ongoing and Under Revision
Chapters: 13/23
Word count: 35,990
Read here: Wattpad — Ao3
Secret Love
[Haikyuu!! Oikawa Toru x FemReader]
SYNOPSIS: Upon where Oikawa decides to pursue his growing feelings for you (Hajime Iwaizumi’s sister) behind Hajime’s back.
WARNINGS:
Mature themes/content (mature language, sexual content, use of alcohol)
Status: ongoing
Chapters: 8/?
Word count: 16,242
Read here: Wattpad — Ao3
> Upcoming Works:
Infidelity
[Haikyuu!! Sugawara Koushi x FemReader — Timeskip]
SYNOPSIS: Eighteen and pregnant, you moved to Tokyo with your mother to escape the consequences of a so-called ‘mistake’. But five years later, fate plays a cruel hand when your past returns. Painful secrets threaten to be revealed when you run into your ex-high school sweetheart, Touma, and his older brother Sugawara Koushi — the father of your child...
Still living with the guilt of your hidden infidelity, you're forced to confront everything you attempted to run away from, and in turn, cause damage to the family you once considered yourself a part of
WARNINGS:
Mature themes (mature language,explicit sexual content, use of alcohol)
Angst
Cheating
Status: Drafting
Word count: 27, 760
Ivy
[Haikyuu!! Kuroo Tetsurou x FemReader — collage AU, Student x Teacher]
SYNOPSIS: As College life brings about the struggle of old and changing friendships, the strange stage in your life becomes harder to navigate. However, when least expected, one thing challenges you most of all; your unequivocal crush on your new Literature professor, Kuroo Tetsurou.
WARNINGS:
Mature themes (mature language, explicit sexual content, use of alcohol)
Status: Drafting
Word count: 9,714
Wild Hearts
[Attack on Titan — Armin Arlert x FemReader — college AU]
SYNOPSIS: Moving oversees to Paradis Island where you’ll attend Sina University, School of Arts, is your ticket to a new beginning. Leaving behind your home and your past like an old story finally reaching its final page, you hope to rediscover yourself in the City of Elida. But what you don’t expect is to also discover a group of loud and loving friends, along with a little thing called love—something you had once closed off from your tired soul, and yet something perhaps not so little as it sows its roots into the darkest corners of your heart.
WARNINGS:
Mature themes (mature language, explicit sexual content, mentions of alcohol)
Angst/grief
Status: Planning
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Subscribe To My Heart
Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tDBT2UP
by Belladonna84
Professor Sakusa Kiyoomi's world as he knew it ended on a dreary Thursday afternoon to the almost perfect sound of the soft rain glazing the windows of his office. His watch read 16:39, and Kiyoomi cursed, so close to escaping his destruction to come. His ruin had arrived, disguised in soft gray sweats and an oversized black hoodie, the shy blonde from his Intro to Western History lecture. It wasn't just the shy smile or the thatch of blonde hair sitting above honey eyes, eyes that slowly sunk into his soul. Nor was it the Kansai-ben that dripped from bee-stung lips. It wasn't even the absolute knowledge that under those soft old clothes laid a body gifted by the gods. Kiyoomi might have survived that.
However, to his utter despair and absolute joy, the student standing in front of him, Miya Atsumu, wasn't just some random crush. No. He was KitsuneA , one of the most popular gay cam boys on the internet. He was also Kiyoomi's sugar baby, whom he was scheduled to watch a private performance of in a little over 2 hours.
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Words: 2700, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M, Multi, Other
Characters: Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Komori Motoya, Yachi Hitoka, Tsukishima Kei
Relationships: Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Miya Atsumu is a Little Shit, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, How Do I Tag, Alternate Universe - Professors, Age Difference, Professor/Students, Camboy Miya Atsumu, University Student Miya Atsumu, Teacher-Student Relationship, Hidden Relationship
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tDBT2UP
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Moving to Tumblr (NSFW edition)
Alrighty, if I understood right, I have to tag NSFW accordingly so I’m doing the NSFW topic list separately! Don’t forget to comment which fic you want to read first :)
Fic Topics
Samurai!Iwa + Landowner!Oikawa
Camboy!Iwa
Manspreading Iwa to having Oikawa in his lap pipeline (PWP)
Tanaka feasting on Kiyokos cunt (PWP)
Oikawa getting fucked against the wall (PWP)
Restarant Owner!Oikawa + Head Chef!Iwa
Kiss-obsessed Oikawa getting fucked by Oikawa-ahegao-obsessed Iwa (PWP)
Rich Kid!Oikawa + Carpenter!Iwa
Doctor!Oikawa + Head Nurse!Iwa
Of course this will be a project that will take years to finish, especially because my life is absolute chaos currently, but I want to find a way to keep Iwaoi in my heart and give back to the fandom that taught me so much <3
And last but not least, I have an IwaOiOsa PWP fic for you that’s almost finished hehe
You will find all posts about a new fic under the tag #noz unhinged
MUCH LOVE TO YOU ALL! <3
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miya atsumu.
long fics. (5k+)
backstage by duino [ band au ] [ sfw ; fluff ]
hoodie by kodaiki [ college au ] [ sfw ; fluff / angst ]
sweetheart by aiiwa [ nsfw ]
fics. (2.5k+)
a fish out of water by shibaraki [ merfolk au ] [ sfw ; fluff ]
chain reaction by shibaraki [ nsfw ]
fucking you in your old school uniform by bjbex [ nsfw ]
gossip girl by dejwrites [ nsfw ]
holy ground by ceijoh [ sfw ; fluff/angst ]
let it be me by shibaraki [ nsfw ]
my knight in shining armour by iwas-princess [ sfw ; fluff ]
my wish is you by ceijoh [ sfw ; angst with happy ending ]
play of the game by utahimeow [ college au ] [ quarterback!atsumu ] [ nsfw ]
smoker sex by bjbex [ nsfw ]
worst case scenario by duino [ sfw ; hurt/comfort ]
short fics. (1k+)
sfw: [ 1 - 100 ].
accidental nude send by elysianslove [ nsfw ]
an in-convenient encounter by duino [ suggestive ]
bad kinda player by tiniella [ college au ] [ himbo!atsumu ] [ nsfw ]
cascade by mrs-kurooo [ nsfw ]
cold showers by atsukashii [ suggestive ]
coming undone by shibaraki [ nsfw ]
deep-throating by saetyrn9 [ nsfw ]
desperate by shoyoist [ college au ] [ nsfw ]
down the drain by getoswhore [ brother's best friend!atsumu ] [ nsfw ]
keep watchin' by saetoru [ nsfw ]
miss me? by ahtsumu [ suggestive ; angst/fluff ; open ending ]
order for delivery by ilyluffy [ delivery boy!atsumu ] [ nsfw ]
shorts by lovelyunholyc [ nsfw ]
drabbles.
sfw: [ 1 - 100 ].
sfw: [ 101 - 200 ].
all bark, no bite by hornime [ nsfw ]
angry sex by saetoru (+ osamu, iwaizumi, sakusa) [ nsfw ]
audience by elysianslove [ camboy!atsumu ] [ nsfw ]
christening the furniture by utahimeow [ nsfw ]
cloud cover by hornime [ nsfw ]
cock and ball worship by bobaji (+ bokuto, aone, sakusa) [ nsfw ]
cock kisses by saetoru (+ sakusa, osamu, oikawa) [ nsfw ]
cockwarming by ceijoh [ nsfw ]
euphoric by adoringhaikyuu [ nsfw ]
facesitting by teataglia [ nsfw ]
friends with benefits by saetyrn9 [ nsfw ]
; part two
good boy by shibaraki [ nsfw ]
greedy by saetyrn9 [ nsfw ]
handjob by saetoru [ nsfw ]
hatefucking by elysianslove [ nsfw ]
head's up by awkatsukis [ nsfw ]
how they fuck by bobaji (+ bokuto, iwaizumi, hanamaki) [ nsfw ]
i'll consume you (if you let me) by satorini (+ bokuto, sakusa, hinata, sawamura) [ nsfw ]
jealous by saetoru [ nsfw ]
locker room sex by saetoru (+ meian, adriah, sakusa, bokuto, hinata) [ nsfw ]
loud in bed by demxnscous [ nsfw ]
mantra by delirieum [ nsfw ]
overstimming them by saetoru (+ sakusa, kita, kuroo, oikawa) [ nsfw ]
period sex by bobaji (+ suna, kuroo) [ nsfw ]
playing with his balls by saetoru [ nsfw ]
short skirts society by ilyluffy (+ kageyama, tsukishima, iwaizumi) [ nsfw ]
show you what it's like by elysianslove (+ sakusa, akaashi) [ nsfw ]
take care of you by shoyoist [ nsfw ]
they find out you hooked up with their friend/teammate before you started dating by adoringhaikyuu (+ oikawa, sakusa, ushijima) [ suggestive ]
trending by demxnscous [ best friend!atsumu ] [ suggestive ]
using your safe word by bobaji (+ sakusa, bokuto) [ nsfw ]
what sucking him off is like by adoringhaikyuu (+ bokuto, iwaizumi) [ nsfw ]
when life gives you lemons by hornime [ nsfw ]
headcanons.
crawling into his lap by kageyuji (+ suna, tsukishima, kyoutani, tanaka, tendou) [ sfw ; fluff ]
horny thoughts by saetoru (+ suna, osamu, bokuto, sakusa, iwaizumi) [ nsfw ]
prettiest when overstimmed by saetoru (+ sakusa, suna, oikawa, osamu ) [ nsfw ]
when they're lovesick by kodaiki (+ bokuto, kuroo, iwaizumi, kita) [ sfw ; fluff ]
yearning for the team manager by babiedeku [ sfw ; fluff ]
timestamps.
1.02am by heartaro [ sfw ; hurt/comfort ]
1.14am by etherreal [ sfw ; fluff ]
1.35am by moonbeamwritings [ sfw ; fluff ]
12.23pm by saetoru [ sfw ; fluff / angst ]
1.13pm by kodaki [ sfw ; fluff ]
8.45pm by kodaiki [ sfw ; fluff ]
10.37pm by sunamour [ sfw ; fluff ]
series.
(1) one missed call by satorini [ college au ] [ nsfw ]
friends don't do this by demxnscous [ sfw / nsfw ]
smau.
asking him to rail you by toru-oikawas-milkbread [ nsfw ]
asking you to cuddle but you have to turn them down by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ osamu, sakusa, kita, suna) [ sfw ; fluff ]
'finish the heart' trend by arhvste (+ oikawa, bokuto, kuroo) [ sfw ]
leaving you on read after you say 'i love you' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ osamu, sakusa, kita, suna, lev, yaku, semi, tendou, ushijima) [ sfw ]
responding to 'do you only care about my body?' by oikawa-torus-milkbread (+ osamu, sakusa, kita, suna, lev, yaku, semi, tendou) [ sfw ]
reacting to you leaving them on read after they say 'i love you' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ osamu, kita, suna, sakusa, daishou, numai, kuguri, hoshiumi) [ sfw ]
responding to you being clingy by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ osamu, sakusa, kita, suna, lev, yaku, semi, tendou, ushijima) [ sfw ; fluff ]
responding to you texting them 'you hurt my feelings' after a fight by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ osamu, sakusa, kita, suna, lev, yaku, semi, tendou, ushijima) [ sfw ]
sending you a dirty text by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ kuroo, kenma, osamu, sakusa, kita, suna, semi, tendou, ushijima) [ nsfw ]
texting you while they're playing an away match by arhvste (+ sakusa, hinata, bokuto ) [ sfw ; fluff ]
when he finds out your fictional crush is your lockscreen by darlingimawitch (+ bokuto, suna) [ sfw ; fluff ]
you ask him 'on a scale of 1-10, how annoyed are you with me right now?' after a fight by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ osamu, sakusa, kita, suna, lev, yaku, semi, tendou, ushijima) [ sfw ]
you ask if he's jealous by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ osamu, kita, suna) [ sfw ; fluff ]
you ask them for nudes by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ osamu, sakusa, kita, suna, lev, yaku, semi, tendou, ushijima) [ nsfw ]
you ask them if they still find you attractive by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ osamu, sakusa, kita, suna, lev, yaku, semi, tendou, ushijima) [ sfw ; fluff ]
you ask them to 'pick a number between 1-10' and send them that many nudes by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma, osamu, sakusa) [ nsfw ]
you send them a dirty text by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ osamu, sakusa, kita, suna, lev, yaku, semi, tendou, ushijima) [ nsfw ]
you text them 'i think you could have been nicer to me today' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ osamu, kita, suna, sakusa, daishou, numai, kuguri, sakishima) [ sfw ]
you text them 'i want to sit on your face' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ osamu, sakusa, kita, suna, lev, yaku, semi, tendou, ushijima) [ nsfw ]
smau series.
exist by todayisawthewhxlewxrld [ sfw ]
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The Gr8King
Camboy!Oikawa Tooru x Fem!Reader
+9k words
MDI, Explicit, Smut, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers
Read it on AO3 here
Finding an apartment for college was one of the hardest things you’d ever done. Searching endlessly through ads, you ciphered through countless creeps and dingy houses that were not up to code. Up until the second to last week of summer break, you had no where to stay, but a friend of yours from high school said that he knew a guy looking for a roommate within your price range.
Thanking him a million times, you met up with Tooru Oikawa the next day at a coffee shop and got acquainted. You found him charming, and something clicked between you two immediately, a spark if you would.
Two days after you met him, you were moving in. And very quickly after that you met his best friend; the three musketeers were together at last. Hajime, Tooru and yourself were always together and you all got along extremely well.
You were a middle ground between the two, somewhere between the lines of rude and flirtatious, but it made for some fun nights out. Hajime and yourself are even better friends than Tooru and you, but both of you agree that it’s because of the mutual “hatred”. He became your best friend in a matter of weeks, and people often assumed you were a couple. Every time, it was quickly denied as either of you stated that you would rather shoot yourselves than hook up with one another.
Fast forward almost a year later, and the three of you are sitting on the couch, watching some shit alien documentary Oikawa put on in the background.
“Do you think we should buy a bigger TV, Y/N-chan?” Tooru asks you while shoveling some noodles in his mouth.
“Dude, it’s fine. I mean if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it? Plus, I don’t have the kinda cash for that at the moment.” You stand up, stretching slightly while reaching out to Iwaizumi, seeing as his bowl is empty. “Unless you wanna pitch in?” Laughing softly, he places the bowl in your hand and shakes his head.
“No chance in hell I’m helping you losers buy a bigger television for your apartment.”
“Well that was uncalled for…” Oikawa quietly mumbles. “But! I think I’m just gonna buy a new one. You don’t have to worry about the money or anything. Think of it as our one year anniversary gift!” He wiggles his eyebrows and bumps his elbow into Iwa’s side as you roll your eyes and walk to the kitchen. You’re just glad that you make it to the sink before he can see the bright red on your face.
You weren’t sure when this started, but whenever Tooru teased you, a rush of blood would flow through your system. You’ve known each other for years at this point, and nothing like this has ever happened. You’ve noticed that he’s been building more muscle, almost like he’s glowing. You’re unsure, but not upset.
“How the fuck can you afford that? You’re at practice all the time, and you don’t have a job.” You turn around after washing the dishes, leaning into the counter as you speak.
The two men quickly share a glance before Oikawa speaks. “I have my ways.” The flirtatious tone in his voice lures you in, wanting for the subject to change, and you give in to the pretty boy's ways.
“Whatever Flattykawa.” He sticks out his lip and pouts as you insult him. “I’m gonna turn in for the night, I have an eight thirty lecture and I still have to meet with a TA beforehand.” A yawn escapes your mouth as Hajime stands up from the couch, making his way to you and wrapping his rather large arms around your frame. The man has always been a walking space heater, and you place your arms around him. He rubs his hands on your back before saying goodnight and walking back to the couch. Tooru is still pouting, head turned to look out of the window as he sees his best friend hug his crush. The slight twinge of jealousy lasts for a brief moment, going away as he whispers a brief goodnight to you as well.
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A week or so has passed since that night, and things are still the same between yourself and Oikawa. He did end up buying a new t.v., and you got the “old” one for your room. Not only that, but he’s been receiving packages all the time. Almost everyday he gets something shipped to the apartment, and you can’t help but wonder where the fuck all of this money is coming from.
It’s none of your business Y/N. If Tooru’s rich, then there’s nothing you can say about that. He’s just a little luckier than you are, with money, talent and looks he’s practically got no issues… Your thoughts run on and on as you sit at the bar, distracted from the homework on your laptop screen. It’s roughly seven or eight at night on a Monday night, meaning Oikawa’s home since it’s his day off. He doesn’t like being bugged when doing work of any kind, and tends to stay in his room until he’s finished doing whatever it is he’s doing. It was an agreement you both made when you first moved in to learn each other's boundaries and respect privacy at all times.
Your phone dinged on the other side of the counter, and you quickly picked it up to look at the notification. At the same time, Tooru walks through his bedroom door and into the kitchen. His unruly hair was even more disheveled than usual, and his shirt was nowhere to be seen. It’s a rather common occurrence for him to be shirtless, but it’s been happening more and more. Unaware of your gaze, he continued looking for a snack like nothing mattered. You glanced at him quite a few times, admiring the light viel of sweat covering his chest and the soft breaths as he took a few deep inhales.
Not taking any chances of being caught, you went back to checking your phone and saw a text from the group chat you had with a couple of gal pals. They were asking about going to brunch tomorrow and you quickly responded that you were down to clown before placing the phone back on the counter.
“What’s up Tooru?” Your eyes settled back on his frame as he turned to you, a smile grazing his lips. He liked it when you called him by his first name. Not that he’d tell you, but he thought it was cute that you only called him that when you two were alone.
“Nothing much Y/N. Looking for something sweet to eat…”
“Hmm, if I recall you’re the one who ate the last of the rice krispy treats.” You cocked your eyebrow, smirking at his over exaggerated reaction.
“And?” He placed his hand over his heart, “Just because I ate one of your rice krispies treats, and it happened to be the last one doesn’t mean I don’t deserve something sweet.”
“Riiiight, so by one do you mean five? Because I did take the trash out of your room the other day, and there just so happened to be some more wrappers in your bin.”
“Y/N. I would never, and when I say this, I mean never eat all of your snacks. I can’t believe you would accuse me of such a thing.” Oikawa sassed you back, feigning innocence.
“Mhm.” You hopped out of your seat and walked to your room.
“Where are you going?” He calls out, a little dumbfounded that you up and left.
“Hold your panties dude, I’ll be back.” He crosses his arms and leans into the counter as he waits for a few seconds. He can hear your footsteps coming back to the kitchen only a minute or so later, and suddenly a chocolate bar comes flying at him. It hits him square in the chest, but he catches it as it falls.
His lips stretch out into a genuine smile, looking between you and the chocolate. “I love you Y/N,” Tooru says in a sing-song voice, but rips open the wrapper as he speaks. Once again, his words cause a sudden blush to cover your face and you practically run over to your laptop to use it as cover.
“Whatever Tooru.” He chuckles while getting something to drink, and you see that the group chat has popped off during your short encounter. Decisions had been made in a small amount of time, but now you have plans tomorrow.
“What’s got you so happy?” He says, mouth full.
“Oh, just going out with some friends tomorrow. Haven’t seen them in a while so it’ll be fun.” You don’t bother looking up as you type.
“So I won’t be getting a breakfast special?”
“Are you saying you like burnt toast and crispy eggs?” A soft laugh fills the space when Tooru throws the wrapper in the trash. He pads over to the living area and plops down onto the couch.
“Vegging out for the rest of the night?” You call from the kitchen, still engrossed in the group chat.
“I think so. I’m all caught up with everything and a new episode of that alien series came out yesterday.” A hum in affirmation leaves your lips before sitting down next to him.
The rest of the night is quiet as Tooru watches his show and you text your girlfriends, both of you content with being next to one another in comfortable silence.
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“So Y/N”, one of the girls smacks her lips once she places her champagne glass on the table, “You and Oikawa together yet?”
A blush erupts over your skin, and wanting to hide you start to shield your face into your shoulder. “No,” you mumble while the girls laugh at your reaction. They’re some of the only people, mind Hajime, that know about your crush. It hasn’t been that long since you’ve developed these feelings, but it’s starting to have an affect on your dynamic with him.
“Well,” another one of your friends starts, “I think you should hop on it girl. He’s fine as fuck, and I can’t help but imagine what he can do with that body-”
“Alright!” Your best friend breaks up the conversation, seeing you get more uncomfortable by the moment. “We don’t need to talk about Oikawa’s anything right now, but I am curious about him buying new things for your guys’ apartment all the time.”
“I don’t know guys. I think he’s just rich, or something,” you shovel some of your food into your mouth, speaking in between bites. The girls look around at each other and shrug it off.
“Maybe he’s got a side business.”
“Or he’s a sugar baby!” They all laugh, minus you who takes the idea seriously.
Maybe he has a sugar mommy or daddy… I mean, he’s got the looks and personality… You pick at the food on your plate as they continue their conversation.
“I would kill to be a sugar baby,” one of them whined, “Then I could sit around and do whatever I wanted.”
“You mean you could sit around and watch porn,” your best friend interjects. Silence fills the space before another round of laughter erupts from the table.
“Okay, but hear me out…” Another girl whispers under the hollers that can be heard across the restaurant. “I started watching this camboy the other week and it’s really hot.”
“Oh, like the guys who jack off on stream?” They sip out of their champagne glasses.
“Yeah, but when you donate money you can request or get things out of it. The guy I’ve been watching has been doing stuff with some vibrators lately, and I can’t get enough.”
“So,” you look up at them all, placing your fork down, “there’s just this whole category of porn where people do what you want.” They all turn and nod, almost eagerly.
“Did you not know about this Y/N?”
“I mean,” you could feel the heat rise on your face again, “I’ve heard of people jacking off on streams, but I didn’t know it was that popular…” Some of them laugh softly at the notion, but others try to explain further.
“You know, you might like it. I can send you the guy's username I’ve been watching. He streams every Monday for sure, and a few other times during the week. I’ll just text you.” She winks and the rest of the morning is just catching up with everyone.
~
Over the course of the past few days, your curiosity grew about cam culture and what it entailed. It’s been over a year since your last relationship and it has taken a toll on your sex drive. You aren’t about one night stands or friends with benefits, so you just stick to watching, listening and reading porn when you need to get off, and as the days went by you needed the release.
Making sure your room was locked, you opened your phone and searched through the texts to find your friends suggestion.
“Gr8King”, you whisper to yourself while typing the name into the search bar. The livestream pops into frame and the man is fully clad in a slutty maid outfit, teasing his own nipples with his fingers while he speaks ever so softly into the mic. His head is above the screen, allowing you to only see his mid and lower body down to his calves. He’s lean and toned, and you can feel your own arousal growing at the sight. The notification tones going off every few seconds, hundreds of people donating and thousands watching as he moves a hand slowly down his torso, grabbing the hem of the skirt.
“Should we move on to something more,” he moves closer to the mic, breathing softly and talking in a deeper tone, “sensual?” The vibrations from his voice cause chills to run down your spine. You run a hand over your clothed sex, dying for friction while clenching your thighs.
The skirt comes off, falling to the ground and it leaves him bare on screen. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, and his cock is already getting hard. The tip is red, leaking with precum as he moves his hand up the shaft, rubbing the head with his thumb and smearing the liquid around.
Messages increase from the viewers, begging him to do something more, but he stays in his position. “I can’t do anything until the masters say I can,” he whines. Never in your life did you think that you would have a thing for guys in maid outfits, but what was left of the outfit and him calling the audience “master” fueled your curiosity.
That’s when you realize the small animations on screen. Based on the donations, there’s a vibrator going on and anytime someone donates they can change it, and if they exceed a certain amount they get called “master” for the night. More people donate, rapidly changing the speed and he bucks his hips into his fist, moaning breathlessly. “Not- not so much,” he releases his hand except for the pointer finger, running it with a feathery touch from the head to the base. A larger notification shows on screen, a “master” donating a rather large sum of money. Once again, the chat waits in anticipation to see what he’ll do next.
“Looks like master wants me to fuck my dirty little fleshlight while the vibrator gets turned up all the way.” He turns to find what’s necessary, and you stare at the screen, biting your lip.
Am I really enjoying this that much? Your eyes are glued to the screen, waiting in anticipation for what’s about to happen. He returns to the frame, toys in hand and resumes the broadcast.
“How could I deny my masters when they’ve given me so much? I need to be a good boy for them..” he purrs into the mic, teasing the head of his cock on the entrance of the clear fleshlight. The vibrator goes to max, and he shoves the toy down his length, moaning viciously.
Embarrassment floods your system as you listen to this random person whisper sinful things into your ear as he reaches his peak. It’s definitely foreign to you, but the throbbing between your legs makes you want to watch more.
~
Watching the “Gr8King’s” streams becomes almost routine over the next few weeks. You convince yourself that it’s healthy for you to jack off whenever he streams, but deep down you know it’s just an excuse to stare at some guy guy's body while he talks dirty. In fact, this past week you’ve found yourself wanting to donate for the first time, but you don’t have money to just throw around willy nilly so you just lurk.
The stream boots up, this week being just a normal show where he takes suggestions from any amount. You settle into bed, getting prepared for the night’s activities while listening to the voice call you pet names like “cutie”, “gorgeous” and countless others.
It was a stressful week full of work and school, so you decide to take the time now to really let loose and let him guide you to your climax. He talks about nothing in particular, but does as his audience wants while moaning and playing with himself, leaving you panting on your bed, waiting to release at the same time.
Taking all the time in the world, he edges himself multiple times. You can barely hear his words as you desperately try to keep up, but you can feel the knot grow even further in your lower body. After teasing for almost fifteen minutes, he starts to whimper, begging the audience for relief. The way he speaks into the mic is weirdly familiar, just a few phrases here and there catch you off guard, almost as if you know him. This feeling is quickly washed away from the growing knot in your stomach. The audience give into his pleas immediately and you feel the shock waves of pleasure wrack your body. The high washes over and you pant to regain composure. After lying on the bed for a few seconds, you lazily get up and wash up very quickly before hearing a short growl come from your stomach.
Making something quick, you watch some TikToks on the couch as you eat, too entranced by the memes to see Tooru walk out of his room. Once again, he is shirtless, but he spots you on the couch before entering the kitchen.
He slows his pace to admire your flushed skin and glow as you laugh. His heart beats quickly, and he targets the fridge. You can hear him in the next room over, but you don’t bother to call his name, figuring he would join you shortly.
A few moments later, you hear his bedroom door shut and you’re left alone. “What the fuck?” You check the date on your phone, making sure it’s Monday. He usually watches his alien show with me on Monday’s since we can hang out… With a frown, you turn on the t.v. The newest episode plays out as you mindlessly scroll, wondering what was wrong with him.
Two days later, you finish watching a stream, taking longer than usual to clean up and head back out to the living room, wanting to clean some before Hajime comes over. Much to your surprise, it’s being worked on by Tooru, who’s wearing a muscle tank top and some running shorts. He’s panting quietly as he bends to pick up various pieces of trash, but it leaves you stunned.
When did he get so buff? You peered at his abs and pecs through the large slits on the sides of his shirt, but he turns and catches you staring.
“What’s up, Y/N-chan?” He’s got a sly smirk plastered over his face. Your reaction is involuntary heat takes over your body. Without saying anything, you turn and go back to the safehaven of your room.
Tooru is also stunned over your movements, expecting some kind of sassy retort. Then his phone dings in his pocket. Still freaked out over what happened, he checks his messages and sees you’ve texted the group chat you both have with Iwaizumi.
[I think I’m sick, so you guys have fun tonight <3] His brow furrows; now he’s just confused.
“The fuck did you say to her man?” Hajime shoves a piece of sushi into his mouth, talking between chews. Tooru and himself sat at the counter, talking over some movie that all three of you were supposed to watch.
“I made a joke about her staring at me since I was wearing workout clothes, but I thought she was gonna just punch me or something.” He places the chopsticks down on his plate and tries to think. A light goes off in his head, Hajme can see that, but the look is quickly replaced with one of defeat.
“Imayormaynothavebeenavoidingherforthepastfewdays.” All at once, Oikawa speaks in a rushed and hushed sentence, hoping his best friend caught on.
“Excuse me: what.” There’s no playful tone in the air. Hajime popped that balloon and glares daggers into that thick skull of Oikawa’s.
“I,” he plays with his hands, “may or may not have been avoiding her over the past few days.” The first go around was quieter, but Iwa hears it more clearly, finally understanding what’s going on.
“You’re a fucking moron, you know that right?” Hajime places his utensils down, “I’m not going to get in between whatever’s going on here, but you both need to figure shit out. You can’t just avoid her all of the sudden. Not that she’s said anything to me, but she might be going through something and having one of her best friends just avoiding her out of the blue might not be the best thing for her.” Oikawa’s eyes widen at the words of wisdom. He makes a mental note for later, and the night goes on with the two men watching Godzilla for the 100th time.
~
Monday afternoon rolls around, and Tooru walks through the door of the apartment, finished with his classes. You’re making some tea to get some homework done, and he marches into the kitchen, raiding the pantry and fridge.
“You okay man?” Your brow pops up in concern. He didn’t have practice today, so why was he acting like this?
“Huh?” He turns with some food stuffed in his mouth. After swallowing, he answers, “Yeah, I’m good. Just wanted to talk with some friends on chat tonight so I wanted to eat quickly.” Hesitantly, you nod, returning to your laptop on the counter. What you couldn’t see was how his heart rate picked up after seeing you in the kitchen. He’s been wanting to confront you about his sudden absence in your life, but everytime he sees you he gets extremely nervous and bolts.
Tooru finishes up with whatever, and practically runs to his room, slamming the door. He scolds himself quietly behind the closed door for not saying anything to you.
Rude. You focus on homework for another thirty minutes or so and check the time, knowing that your weekly ritual is gonna be starting in the next fifteen minutes or so. Packing everything up, you move into the bedroom, checking the lock on the door for the thousandth time before settling down.
In minutes, “Gr8King” appears on screen, this time in a sports uniform. He starts out like normal, teasing the audience with his voice, running his hands along his body as countless people donate and chat in real time.
Just as he’s about to take his jersey off, a notification dings somewhere off camera and he tenses. “Excuse me cuties,” in a rush, he moves out of frame, slightly knocking his camera from it’s normal setup.
In the background, you spot a poster on a wall that’s eerily familiar. It’s light blue, with a man jumping high, arms reaching back as he prepares to attack. A net is settled before him as a volleyball is high in the air. There’s words in a foriegn language, except for the large letters at the bottom of the poster: “Argentina”.
This causes you to stop what you’re doing. You’re not entirely sure why, but the poster pokes and prods at the back of your mind. It’s a thorn you didn’t know you had.
Why does this guy have an Argentinian volleyball poster? The live stream continues in the background while your eyes haze over. Why does this bug you so much? It’s not like I know the dude, but he did seem familiar in a sense...
That’s the last piece. Everything falls into place as you hastily slam the laptop close. Your breaths are heavy as you finally understand. He’s not fucking rich, he’s a fucking camboy! Your fingers run themselves through your hair over and over as your brain tries to process what’s happening.
I’ve been watching Tooru fuck himself for weeks and had no idea. I was watching the guy I’m crushing over please himself for thousands of people, and he’s just down the hall. What the fuck. You try to stop fidgeting, but your anxiety starts to spike.
“Maybe it’s not him. Maybe this is just a weird fucking coincidence that some streamer has the same schedule as Tooru and the same volleyball poster,” legs pacing around the room, you try to rationalize the situation. Talking out loud helps you realize what’s happening, but you speak quietly to ensure he won’t be able to hear you. Your heart is hammering in its cage, the rapid beating making you dizzy.
Before making any hasty decisions, you walk out into the kitchen and grab a glass of water. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence…” You pull out your phone, turning the sound all the way down and go back to the stream. You don’t actively watch, bouncing your leg as you lean on the counter, and wait for it to end.
You realize it might be a while, and you creep through the hallway, wary of the floorboards that creak and press your face onto his door, listening as closely as possible. Very softly, you can hear moans and grunts, but no actual words. Maybe he’s just working out...
The stream is still playing on your phone, but you return to the kitchen. Not much later, it ends and you wait patiently, timing everything from when it ends. Preemptively, you fill an extra glass with water and set it down. Five minutes pass, and Tooru walks out of his room, sweaty and shirtless. He turns the corner, taking the glass with a small thanks before going to the living room.
The timing makes sense. If he’s the Gr8King than it would make a lot of sense...
[Hajime we need to talk] you type and send before returning to your room, avoiding Tooru. He notices your disappearance and frowns, debating on fetching you. He misses the time you two used to spend together, and he scolds himself further for not bringing it up.
Taking a deep breath, he tells himself to “man up” and sends, [hey, i'm here for you if you need me :)]. He presses his lips into a line before hitting send and placing the phone on the couch next to him.
~
“So what’s up? Not to be rude but you never wanna go to the juice bar…” Hajme laughs lightly, hiding how nervous he is to be meeting up with you.
“I need to ask you something,” you sip the green smoothie, smacking your lips in disgust at the flavor. “And I need you to be honest with me.” Making eye contact, you set the cup down on the table.
“Y/N you’re freaking me out,” he meets your eyes and clenches his jaw.
“Well,” the blush rises in your cheeks, “I always joke about where Oikawa gets his money,” Hajime tightens his grip on his own cup, but remains silent. “I thought it was weird that he got packages all the time when he was either at home or at practice. Then I realized when he was at home, he’d lock himself in his room.” Your face is bright red and you take a deep breath in. “A friend of mine suggested something to me a few weeks back, and when I looked into it I saw something I don’t think I should have.” You look up at the ceiling, avoiding Iwa’s strong gaze. You don’t say anything, trying to think of a way to ask in the least embarrassing way possible.
“What is it Y/N?” He speaks with a small voice.
“Istooruacamboy?” You whisper, still looking up. Hajime’s face also breaks out into a blush, but he chuckles at the events. His chuckles grow into full on laughter as he buckles over and you’re stunned into silence. This continues for a few minutes until he calms himself down, wiping a few tears from his eyes while he looks up to you.
“I can’t believe you found out by watching him.” Some would say it’s impossible, but your face turned two shades darker as you slap him on the chest.
“Fucking asshole! You fucking knew, didn’t you?!” You punch him in the bicep for good measure as you scold him. His laughter is brought back while sipping on the rest of his drink.
“He started after the first semester of school, just trying new things. He told me it was interesting to him, and I said I wanted no part. He hated working at that sports store, you know that, and when he started to get popular there was no going back.” You sit silently, letting him explain. “I hope you don’t think that he’s like, sex crazed or anything… He’s just doing it for the money as far as I know and he likes being able to work from home.” He smiles, acknowledging his friends work but finishes his drink in silence, waiting for a response.
“I don’t think any different of him,” you shake your head and begrudgingly take another sip. “I just- It’s hard for me to take in? I think? Like, I wanna be supportive for him, and I’d like to think that I am but that doesn’t change that I want to be more.” Hajmie nods in affirmation, already knowing that you have feelings for your mutual best friend.
“I'm gonna keep saying it, just tell him. Tooru’s a good guy, and you two deserve each other.” You bite your lip and keep silent. “But first you should tell him that you know about the cam stuff.” Iwa is nonchalant about it all, and grabs your cup, finishing off the drink.
~
You sit on the couch, bouncing your leg but keeping an eye on the package that sits on your lap. It was something for him, but you don’t open it. You just sit there, eye’s on the door, waiting for him to get home from practice.
This is a stupid fucking idea, I should just go back to my room. Your leg bounces faster, and the anxiety bubbles in your stomach. You have no idea what’s gonna happen when he steps through that door, but you were set on telling him tonight.
Just then, the sound of keys entering the lock draws you away from your thoughts, the handle jiggling slightly before it turns and Tooru steps through. He’s dressed in sweats and a tee, hair damp from a shower and a gym bag hanging from his shoulder. He kicks his shoes off and enters the living area, setting the bag down without noticing that you’re watching his every move. Moving into the kitchen, he still doesn’t acknowledge that you’re there as he grabs a glass of water and walks back down the hallway to his room.
“Tooru!” You don’t know what you’re doing, but you need to get this over with. He stops his movements, and pulls an earbud from his left, looking at you with concern.
“Yeah?” He’s unsure what’s causing your outburst, but then he notices the package sitting in your lap, hands softly grasping it to keep its place in your lap. A wave of panic settles down his spine as he slowly spins around and walks to the couch, taking a seat on the other side from you. His eyes are glued to the package, but he notices that it isn’t open.
“I have something I wanted to tell you,” you start softly, placing the cardboard box between you both. He gently sets the glass of water on the glass coffee table and folds his fingers together, settling them on his lap.
“And what’s that?” He’s still shaken, but looks into your eyes.
Your heart starts to pound. What if this is a mistake? He looks like he’s about to throw up. Shaking the doubt from your head, you take a deep breath and hold your gaze. “I know what you do.”
His head cocks to the side, taking in your words. “I’m sorry Y/N, but what does that mean?” He hopes you aren’t alluding to what he thinks you’re getting at.
Another deep breath and you start again, “I know why you spend so much time in your room.”
Tooru’s face flushes with color, the pink hue finding its way onto his skin and he laughs anxiously at your words. “I don’t think I follow.” He’s trying to change the subject, hellbent on finding a way out of this. “Are you saying you know that I masterbate Y/N?” He’s trying to tease you, hoping this conversation would stop and you would hand him his package and be on your way.
Cue your face turning red, but you huff in annoyance, throwing the box at him. “Yeah, if you mean that you’re streaming it.” He catches it and looks at you, eyes are blown wide, and he realizes this is the worst timeline to be alive in. You, on the other hand, are annoyed that you had to say it out loud and stand up, folding your arms and staring him down. “I don’t care, but I wish you would’ve said something to me. As your roommate and your best friend,” ouch, that hurt, “it would’ve been nice to know.”
With that, you march into the kitchen, looking for a way to cool off, but a pair of arms sneak around your waist as you rummage through the freezer.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything,” he mumbles into your hair. The close contact wasn’t abnormal, but it never felt like this. Your body heats up when his breath hits your skin, but you remain in your place. “I just- I didn’t know how you would react and Hajime kept telling me to talk to you about it, but I always get too nervous to bring it up.”
You spin around, his arms still on your hips, and watch his face carefully. He looks concerned still, but there’s a small pleading in his look. “And why were you nervous?”
Tooru’s face turns a shade darker, “It’s just weird, I guess. You’re one of the only girls in my life that I'm kinda serious about I didn’t wanna loose you if you thought that I just thought about sex all the time.”
Was that a confession? Your head starts to spin when he realizes what just happened.
“I MEAN, uh, you’re one of the only girls that I consider a big part of my life, you know?” He’s frantic and stumbling over his words, but you stay absolutely still. His grip on your hips loosens, he wants to run into his room but sticks it out to see what you do.
Instead, you surprise him by nuzzling yourself further into his neck. “You’re very important to me too, Tooru.” Your voice is soft, and muffled against his neck but he smiles into your head, living in the moment. He wraps his arms around your frame, squeezing you tight against his firm chest.
“I’m kinda serious about you too…” The statement was almost lost to the hum of the a.c. unit, but Tooru caught your words and he stiffened up. You stay exactly as you are, praying to whatever god is out there that this all works out in your favor.
It takes a few seconds for him to come back to earth, realizing how hot your face is against his skin, but once he regains consciousness he chuckles. The vibrations ripple through your body, as you both remain in one another's arms. Your first thought was that he was laughing at you, and the panic settles under your skin. He can feel you start to pull away, but tightens his grip on your body, effectively trapping you in this position.
“Iwa-chan’s right, we are idiots.” Everything is so confusing. Does he like me back? Is this a joke? What does Hajime have to do with any of this? Countless thoughts along these lines run through your head, and Tooru knows this. “We’ve both been pining over each other for months.”
His words process with high speeds as you pull back. He had loosened his grasp, but his hands remained on your sides as you both stared into each other's eyes. You search his for answers, while Tooru finds comfort in yours.
He laughs breathlessly once he can see your body relax, and he dips down to meet your lips. Tooru’s movements are fluid, moving both hands up to your jaw while tilting his head. You gasp once his soft lips meet yours. They taste like his dumb chapstick that he carries around everywhere.
Tooru takes it slow, moving at your pace while humming into the kiss. Pulling back after a few seconds, you lean forward to catch his lips before he detaches himself. Rubbing a thumb on your cheekbone, he flashes the most brilliant smile. In the year you’ve known him, this is the most genuine and beautiful thing you’ve ever seen him do, and you can see it in his eyes.
“Y/N,” his voice is ever so soft, gliding in the air from his lips to your ears. Tooru’s eyes hold nothing but adoration in them as you stare into each other's eyes. “I don’t want to be serious with anyone but you.”
The bright blush returns to your cheeks, the warmth between your two bodies rising exponentially. His thumb doesn’t stop moving across your cheekbones. He's in total bliss as nothing in the world could matter more than what was happening at this moment in your shared apartment.
You smile up at him and grab onto his hand that's stroking your face, and just hold it closer to your skin. After a light squeeze, you both shift positions to hug once more, Tooru's arms latching around your waist and yours around his neck.
"Thank you," he states, the world muffled from your hair as he has lodged himself in the crook of your neck.
"For what?" You mumble back, rubbing an arm up and down his neck.
A deep chuckle causes your body to rumble, and a soft breath cascades down your neck before he pressed feathery kisses behind your ear. They're lighter than air, but you can sense he's holding back a bit. "For not being upset with me, for putting up with me, for accepting me, for everything." His whispers are woven into your skin, goosebumps rising up and down your spine as he speaks.
You push yourself further into his chest, a silent affirmation that everything is okay and will be okay. He smiles as he continues to press his lips to your neck, humming in the silence.
After a few minutes more of embracing one another Tooru pulls away, hands grazing your hips as he stares deeply into your eyes. His chocolate iris’ swirl with several emotions as you take in the vulnerability. You have only known Tooru as the charming, flamboyant character he puts on around almost everyone else. Maybe once or twice in your year of living with him have you seen this side of him, in which he offers himself as he is, not as who he wants to be perceived as.
Tooru presses a quick kiss to your lips and puts some pressure on your hips, signalling he wants to move. You both relocate to the couch, where he traps you in his arms and lap.
“I’m curious,” you reposition to look up at him, but he chuckles at your wide and curious eyes. “How did you find out about my streams?” A teasing grin makes its way on to his lips and your brain short circuits.
“Uh.. about that…” You purse your lips, looking anywhere but him, embarrassed of the insinuation of your actions.
Tooru breath fans against your neck, his face dipping down into that crook once more while letting out a low laugh. Sparks fly between you two when his lips brush your ear. He whispers, “You’ve watched me, haven’t you?”
With lightning speed, you snap your face to match his, but he’s quick to recover the initial shock with a deep kiss. He cranes his neck to further the kiss, pulling at your bottom lip with his own. Still startled by his teasing, you give in easily to his antics and within seconds his tongue has entered your mouth.
A low growl escapes him all while you succumb to his movements. His hand snakes up your side, settling itself on your rib below your breast. Tooru rubs his thumb in that spot, but you are lost in his taste to feel his hand.
You start to move in sync with him, moving together and letting each other take the reigns. Oikawa adores your feisty spirit, and when it starts to show through your movements, it only excites him more. You explore his mouth with your tongue, and suck on his lower lip as he slowly moves his hand back down your sides to cup your ass.
Now that you’re in control of your actions, you feel his hand stop right above your butt, almost as if he’s asking permission, but you grab a hold of his wrist and shove it down. That hand lets go of his arm and down to the hem of his shirt. A few fingers make contact with his toned stomach, and he shivers at the cold sensation.
“Impatient much?” Tooru repositions you so you’re straddling him. You don’t break off the kiss and place your hands on either side of his face, the tips of his hair tickling your fingertips. His large hands grasp under your thighs as he hoists the both of you up and off of the couch. Hastily he moves down the hall and into your room, busting through the door and gently he places you down on the edge of your mattress.
You pull away, breathless and stare into his eyes once more. The tension in the room is thick, but warm and comforting. He smiles at the look in your eyes, knowing that you’re in no way anxious of what’s about to happen.
“Are you sure about this Y/N? We don’t have to do anything before the first date.” His smile is intoxicating, and he doesn’t want to pressure you in any way.
“I want you Tooru, I’m good,” this time you rub a thumb across his cheekbone in reassurance. Smiles on both of your faces, he dips back down to capture your lips and push you onto your back.
Your mattress is firm underneath you, the bed frame shifting under the weight of two people. The cold sheets scrunch under your back contrasting the warm embrace of Oikawa as he dips down on top of you, running a hand through your hair.
“Do you trust me?” He speaks while hovering over your body. You push yourself up to meet his lips, giving him a quick peck on the side of his mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes then.” You laugh and lay back down, pulling the front of his shirt to pull him down with you.
Tooru laughs into the kiss, pressing his chest into your own. All of his kisses are electrifying, the spark runs up and down your spine while you both like with one another.
You take the next step and tug at the hem of his shirt while wrapping your legs around his lower half. His skin raises in temperature but he follows suit, practically tearing the fabric off of himself. You watch Tooru get shirtless and fully take in his figure.
It's not like you haven't seen him like this, but this is the first time you've ever actually took a good, long look at Oikawa's figure (knowing it was him, at least). He works out regularly for volleyball and maintains a good diet, and it shows. His chest is firm when you place a hand on it, and his abs create a valley down his stomach.
As you feel him up and down, Tooru stares at your face as it scrunches curiously. "Like what you see cutie? It shouldn't be anything new."
You blush but smack his chest in retaliation. A low laugh escapes his lips, but he sneaks a hand to the bottom of your shirt, poking a few fingers into your stomach in a wordless question of what to do. You squirm in your position and he helps remove your shirt.
Arms cover your chest instantly as you realize you're wearing one of your older bras that isn't the most flattering thing on the planet.
Noticing the shift in tone, Tooru gently unfolds your arms. "None of that Y/N." You don't put up any resistance as he speaks sweet and salty worlds into your ear. His hands are coarse and rough, calloused from years of training but he untouched you with a softness, almost as if he was handling a dove.
He kisses your neck making his way down your chest while reaching underneath you, unclasping the bra and throwing it onto the floor.
With your breasts exposed, Oikawa pins your arms on either side and continues down your clavicle, down through the valley between your chest. You whimper when he suddenly takes one of your nipples into his mouth, gently biting and sucking of the soft bud.
Instinctually you squeeze your thighs together, but he stands between them and he hums into your breast, knowing you're starting to grow impatient. Tooru's other hand moves to the opposite breast, kneading it in his palm.
A soft moan escapes your lips and you roll your hips into his, shock waves of pleasure wrack your body while your cunt starts to throb.
Oikawa moves further down your stomach, reaching the button of your pants. He peers up at you, pupils dilated and hungry. You nod and lift your hips while he removes both the pants and panties you were wearing.
He stands at the edge of the bed, removing the rest of his clothes and let's his cock spring free. It's red at the tip, which reaches up to his abs from being hard.
Tooru’s hips meet yours, laying his long cock over your bare stomach while rubbing soft circles into your thighs. “Look at how deep I’m gonna be inside of you cutie.” A quiet whimper leaves your lips, wrapping your legs around his waist in a silent plea. His eyes burn into your skin.
“Tooru, please…” The desperation in your voice only spurs him on as he drinks you in, lying bare, begging for him. It’s everything he’s ever wanted, and his dick hardens further at the sound of your voice.
A switch flips in his brain once you swirl your hips, and a smirk pulls at his lips. He leans forward, pressing his body into your, getting dangerously close to your ear and fanning hot breath over your skin. Chills erupt from the sensation and make their way across your body, causing a whimper to involuntarily escape your mouth when his hot skin presses into your cold chest. “What do you want, Y/N?” Tooru’s voice is quiet, but the vibrations from his words have an effect on your body you thought wasn’t possible. He presses feathery kisses into the sweet skin on your neck, causing you to tilt your head.
“I want-” Your voice is breathless as you search for words. “I want you to-” Suddenly, he slips his dick in between your folds, slowly moving his hips up and down, getting himself ready with your slick. The electricity of his movements force a moan through your throat, Oikawa relishing in the sound of your voice as he uses his thumb moves to apply pressure on your clit.
Still breathing hot air onto your neck, he mumbles, “You want me to fuck you, is that it?” Your eyes shut as a thousand tiny confirmations leave your body, physical and not. He revels in the moment, realizing the control you both have over each other. He can’t help wanting more of you, all of you. Your aura is intoxicating, and Tooru feels drunk off of your presence.
“Please.” He continues grinding his length down your folds. “Just fuck me already.” Your voice is raspy, pleading for movement, connection, anything. Arms folding around his neck, you grind harder into his cock while he continues to rub the sensitive bud.
“So impatient.” His voice is dark, sultry and enticing. It draws you in, leaving you stunned and you can’t think straight anymore. “I bet you’ve wanted this. Watching me stream, you got to see all of me little cutie,” Tooru readjusts himself, placing the tip at your entrance, drawing circles with it. “Now I get to see all of you.”
He slowly pushes forward, letting his dick get sucked in to you as you cry out at the contact. Oikawa starts to lose himself at the feeling of your pussy when it twitches. His eyes never leave the sight of his cock disappearing into you.
You take a moment to breath as his hips lay flush with yours, but you take action and raise your hips. He hisses at the movement, not expecting you to set the pace so quickly.
Snapping out of it as you move your hips back, Tooru moans loudly and grabs one hip and leans over you, placing his other hand next to your face. His face gets inches in front of yours, matching your movements and leans in to take your lips once more.
His hips move back and forth, building up speed through both of you ravenous moans and whimpers. Through the sounds and movements, you feel his cock penetrate you with endless force, as if it fits perfectly inside of you.
You moan his name as Tooru pounds into you, scratching at his back from the waves of pleasure. Feeling you clench around him almost teasingly, the hand on your hip moves to your clit, and Oikawa starts to rub circles.
"Fuck Tooru!" You press your nails harder into his skin and he growls at the sensation. You can feel yourself getting close, the knot building larger with every second.
He pulls back from your lips and looks at your face. Your eyebrows are scrunched and your eyes are shut. The way his hips move is better than you could’ve imagined, even more sexual than his streams. Oikawa shifts his position to hit you deeper, his dick just barely hitting your cervix.
"I'm close," you mumble from bruised lips. He can’t hold himself back much longer and his thrusts become erratic. Tooru plants his lips on your ear, speaking a thousand words to you which you’re unable to hear. His thrusts and deep and fill you to the brim. The pleasure becomes too much for you to be able to focus and with one thrust you tense and the knot snaps.
He moans your name loudly when he feels your walls clench down on him. Swiftly, Tooru pulls out and finishes on your stomach, white ropes decorating your soft skin.
His head is still next to yours, but you’re both panting. It takes a few seconds for both of you to come back to your senses, but he prys himself up and off of you, looking down on his work. “You’re gorgeous Y/N, just fucking stunning.” He admires your glowing form while you stare at him, a smile adorning your features.
Oikawa moves first, placing another soft kiss to your lips before going to the bathroom for a warm towel. You lay in bed, just thinking about everything. How did I get here? You never thought that watching camboy porn would ever lead to you getting with the guy you’ve wanted for a while now, but if it works out then it works out you guess.
He returns a few moments later and cleans you up, throwing the rag with the rest of your clothes and climbs into the sheets, maneuvering you onto his chest where he cuddles you and runs a hand through your hair.
You close your eyes, breathing onto his bare chest and take in the beat of silence. You can’t see it, but Tooru looks down at you and smiles. You’re finally his. He can finally hold you in his arms and give you all the love he thinks you deserve. His heart swells at the notion, and makes a mental note to thank Iwaizumi later in general since he feels in a giving mood.
Oikawa feels your breath even out, your chest rising and falling in a slow pattern. Your senses are drifting from you, but you’re able to make out a few things before you pass out. Tooru places a kiss on the crown of your head, pressing his lips into your hair and he whispers something before you completely fall asleep.
“I love you Y/N.”
#oikawa#oikawa tooru#tooru oikawa#toru oikawa#oikawa toru#oikawa x reader#tooru oikawa x reader#toru oikawa x reader#oikawa tooru x reader#oikawa toru x reader#haikyuu#haikyu#haikyu x reader#haikyuu x reader#camboy#camboy!tooru oikawa#camboy!oikawa#camboy!oikawa x reader#oikawa/reader#oikawa smut#mdi#smut#friends to lovers#mutual pining#new series on the way
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camboy tooru pls camboy tooru
he likes to explore, not afraid of trying new things. oikawa sat back against the headboard, cock straining with a cockring wrapped around the base. he pushes the fleshlight down his dick slowly, moaning as he makes eye contact with the camera. “want me to use you like a flesh light dont you, sitting on my pretty cock so i can use you any way i want.” he chuckles and lets out a breathy moan. he whines a bit as he starts moving the toy faster, moans start to get even louder. his free hand fodles his balls, tugging a little as he cums apart deep in the toy. he pants, pulling the toy off as he shows the mess leaking from the hole. he smirks and lick its. “fuck wish it was you, baby.”
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NSFW Drabbles : HAIKYUU edition !
a compiled list of all my nsfw drabbles in an attempt to be more organized.
i’ll update this the more i write ! <3
MULTIPLE CHARACTERS
— show you what it’s like; iwaizumi, osamu, suna
— show you what it’s like; atsumu, sakusa, akaashi
— s/o using their safe word; suna, sakusa
— s/o using their safe word; iwaizumi, bokuto
— pegging your boyfriend; bokuto, atsumu, kuroo
— getting passed and railed by the inarizaki team
— getting passed and railed by the msby team
— visuals & complimentary drabbles
SINGULAR CHARACTERS
— ceo!daichi x assistant!reader
— mattsun making sure makki can hear
— threesome with iwaizumi & sakusa
— threesome with oikawa & ushijima
— iwaizumi’s camgirl best friend , part 2 , part 3 (1k+)
— pegging iwaizumi
— intrusions & interruptions with iwaizumi (+ fluff)
— pussy slapping with oikawa
— bratty sub kenma
— aggressive kenma
— tit fucking with kenma
— camboy femboy kenma
— anal with kuroo
— public shower sex with akaashi
— love making with akaashi
— kitchen sex with ushijima
— camboy atsumu
— enemies to lovers with atsumu
— tag teamed by the twins / threesome with the twins
— suna sucking dick (male!reader)
— sex in the back of onigiri miya with osamu
— suna bottoming (male!reader)
— sucking on suna’s fingers
— pillow prince osamu
— sounding with suna
— blowjobs with suna
— car sex with suna
— suna getting clingy during sex
— sub atsumu (w/ video visual)
— thigh riding with osamu
— somnophilia with osamu
— atsumu sucking on your tits for comfort
— suna’s preferred way of eating pussy (from the back)
— osamu’s obsession with your cotton panties
— dilf!osamu x teen!employee , part 2
— making sakusa squirt
— dumbification with terushima
— pegging terushima
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oikawa as a camboy
warnings: 18+ , sex work, deep throat/face fucking , exhibitionism , con-filming , some anal, d/s dynamics, slight phone sex, fluff
a/n: i am in full support of sex workers, just added it as a content warning :) <3 enjoy
18+ minors / ageless blogs dni
camboy!tooru, whose ego inflates as he eagerly studies the interactions on his new post. a short video of your blotched neck bulging as he slowly forces his cock down your throat while his wicked praise plays in the background. and to think you barely knew how to stroke a cock when you first met him.
camboy!tooru, who loves posting how he corrupts his cute lil s/o all over his twitter account, loves showing off just how good his baby is for him. tooru finds pleasure in the control he holds over his desperate fans, all dying to watch him break you. though sharing you elicits a possessive spark deep within him, said spark sends waves of pleasure to his cock—and he doesn't hide it either.
camboy!tooru who will not show his s/o's pretty face on his social media or streams—not even for the biggest of tips. he's adamant it's because there are a lot of weirdos on the internet, and he, as your loving boyfriend, could never knowingly subject you to such perverted scum. and while sure, that may hold some truth, he gets off knowing he has something so many people want—he, tooru gets to shove his dick down your warm throat not and some pathetic rando' on twitter probably fucking his fist.
camboy!tooru who ruts impossibly deeper into your fucked out hole as you grow flustered from the praising comments you're forced to read. keeping his thrust deliberate, tooru contemplates aloud if you'd open your legs for anyone who pat your head. only to watch you panic and ramble incoherently about how devoted you are to him. in truth, he knows how needy you are for him; he just enjoys messing with you and feeling your insides squeeze as you panic trying to appease him.
camboy!tooru, who always asks you to judge his content before posting them. because no one is a better judge than his easily-flustered baby. sometimes you wish he didn't knowingly have this effect on you. then maybe you wouldn't be in the employee bathroom with dampening panties as you scrolled through the pictures of tooru covered in enticing red rope. 'just practicing a bit. thought i'd share ;)'
camboy!tooru who talks to you through the phone while live streaming. your pretty voice in his ear as he slides down on your dildo. probably titling the stream something to do with such. 'using my s/o's toy while they're on the phone' or 'boyfie stretches himself on s/o's new toy.' or maybe he lets(forces) you choose his next sinful act before making you listen to his whining moans while he performs.
camboy!tooru, who sits patiently in front of the camera while you slide a headband through his hair. so you can apply a clay mask to his face without a mess—and cuz you like seeing your bf with cat ears. tooru tries capturing a few of these sweet domestic moments with you because even though his brand is nsfw, he enjoys showing his followers the reality of his relationship with you. sex isn't everything to oikawa tooru, and he wants his fans to know so. and let's be honest, he loves the 'goals' comments and attention you bring to his account.
a/n: i definitely want to expand on this but i had to get it out of my head blehhh xp
#oikawa toru x reader#oikawa tooru#hq x reader#hq headcanons#oikawa x reader#oikawa smut#hq smut#hq drabbles#oikawa drabble s#oikawa hcs
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♡ shop specialties [events]
5 seconds of haikyuu!! [100 followers event]; a series of one-shots based on 5sos songs
2012 collab [my first collab!]; a series of works based on 2012
for she’s a jolly good fellow [dice’s birth month event]; a series of one-shots and fics to celebrate my 21st birthday!
cordially invited: the collab; a party-themed collab as a celebration for my blog!
♡ chocolate boxes [fics]
“the cosmos taste like raspberries” [Chocolatier!tendou x Journalist!reader]; NSFW fic, completed
“ivory and orange hues” [BrazilArc!hinata x EnglishTeacher!reader]; NSFW series, completed
three holes, two hands [ushijima x matsukawa x f!reader x atsumu x iwaizumi x tendou]; NSFW fic, completed
949 [iwaizumi hajime x f!reader], NSFW/DC series, ongoing
the song of carnage [mafia boss!oikawa x fem!reader]; NSFW/DC fic, ongoing; part 1 & part 2
redhead caught red-handed!! [stepbro!tendou x fem!reader]; NSFW/DC fic, completed
♡ chocolate bars [one-shots]
“soju night with hajime″ [college student!iwaizumi x reader]; NSFW one-shot
“throat training with semi eita” [CamBoy!semi x gn!reader]; NSFW one-shot
“strictly professional” [SuperModel!lev x f!reader]; NSFW one-shot (underrated collab submission)
what he needs; [utsui takashi (ushi’s dad) x f!reader x iwaizumi hajime]; NSFW one-shot (underrated collab submission)
drunk; [miya osamu x gn!reader]; SFW angst to comfort one-shot
the most dangerous game; [suna rintarou x f!reader]; NSFW one-shot
a chocolate bar a day sends the incubus your way; [incubus!tendou x f!reader]; NSFW one-shot
“how badly do you want me?”; [sawamura daichi x f!reader]; NSFW one-shot
atsumu’s grabby hands; [miya atsumu x f!reader]; NSFW one-shot
second skin; [miya atsumu x f!reader]; NSFW one-shot
sex is the solution!; [tendou satori x f!reader x shion madarame]; NSFW one-shot
♡ samples [drabbles, headcanons, and more]
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matsukawa issei.
long fics. (5k+)
better than i ever even knew by lovelyunholyc [ nsfw ]
big by bacchira [ best friend!matsukawa ] [ nsfw ]
i'll love you if you let me, baby by lovelyunholyc [ nsfw ]
saccharine by seita (+ hanamaki) [ nsfw ]
wake me up from this (fever) dream by duino [ brother's best friend!matsukawa ] [ nsfw ]
fics. (2.5k+)
fucking on the couch by bjbex [ nsfw ]
he's so perfect by seita [ nsfw ]
honey by stelleum (+ hanamaki, oikawa, iwaizumi) [ nsfw ]
; sugar
just pretend by seita (+ suna) [ nsfw ]
like that by stelleum [ nsfw ]
; cyber (ft. hanamaki)
seven minutes in heaven by bjbex [ nsfw ]
short fics. (1k+)
insecurity by elysivanslove [ nsfw ]
my only vice by kuroosdarling [ nsfw ]
practice by elysianslove [ nsfw ]
pretty and pliant by elysianslove [ nsfw ]
the kitchen sink by kuroosdarling [ sfw ; fluff / hurt/comfort ]
the smell of peroxide by demxnscous [ roommate!matsukawa ] [ best friend!matsukawa ] [ suggestive ]
time together by lovelyunholyc [ sfw ; fluff ]
wet by seita [ camboy!matsukawa ] [ nsfw ]
you get jealous of their manager by ceijoh (+ atsumu) [ sfw ; angst with happy ending ]
drabbles.
adore by shojoisms [ nsfw ]
big by elysianslove [ nsfw ]
boyfriend thoughts by aiiwa [ nsfw ]
cock and ball worship by bobaji (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki) [ nsfw ]
cocoa butter kisses by tiniella [ nsfw ]
corruption kink by elysianslove [ nsfw ]
deviation by hornime [ nsfw ]
first time by kuroosdarling [ nsfw ]
flirt by shibaraki [ sfw ; fluff ]
forgetting their s/o's birthday by kybabi (+ sugawara, sakusa) [ sfw ; hurt/comfort ]
i lost them by tetsvhoe (+ suna, kuroo, atsumu) [ dad au ] [ sfw ; fluff ]
'i think i know why my boobs are so small' prank by luvbub-archive (+ atsumu, bokuto, ushijima) [ sfw ; fluff ]
losing you on the first date by luvbub-archive (+ akaashi, kenma) [ sfw ; fluff ]
love life by shibaraki [ sfw ; fluff ]
not wanting you to go home by saetoru (+ iwaizumi, atsumu, osamu, suna) [ sfw ; fluff ]
overstimulation by bobaji [ best friend!matsukawa ] [ nsfw ]
personal space by heich0e [ roommate!matsukawa ] [ suggestive ]
pretending to be your boyfriend by luvbub-archive (+ ushijima, aone, iwaizumi, asahi) [ sfw ; fluff ]
seeing your toxic ex by tetsvhoe (+ hinata, osamu) [ sfw ; fluff ]
simp by stelleum [ sfw ; fluff ]
spit kink by saetyrn9 [ nsfw ]
stay sharp by hornime [ nsfw ]
the taste of home by myelocin [ sfw ; fluff ]
their s/o think they want to break up by kybabi (+ tsukishima, sakusa) [ sfw ; angst with happy ending ]
'this one's for you!' by luvbub-archive (+ kuroo, atsumu) [ sfw ; fluff ]
when they realised that they fell for their fwb by hajimine (+ iwaizumi, oikawa, hanamaki) [ nsfw ]
headcanons.
crawling into his lap by kageyuji (+ bokuto, oikawa, akaashi, kenma, iwaizumi) [ sfw ; fluff ]
first kisses by stelleum (+ hanamaki, oikawa, iwaizumi) [ sfw ; fluff ]
timestamps.
series.
smau.
asking him to rail you by toru-oikawas-milkbread [ nsfw ]
asking you to cuddle but you have to turn them down by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, kunimi) [ sfw ]
responding to you asking if they're jealous by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, kyoutani) [ sfw ; fluff ]
responding to you being clingy by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ]
responding to you texting them 'you hurt my feelings' after a fight by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ]
sending you a dirty text by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, kunimi, kindaichi) [ nsfw ]
they leave you on read after you say 'i love you' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ]
you ask them 'do you only care about my body?' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ]
you ask them for nudes by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ suggestive ]
you ask them if they still find you attractive by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ; fluff ]
you ask them "on a scale of 1-10, how annoyed are you with me right now?" after a fight by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ]
you ask them to 'pick a number between 1-10' and send them that many nudes by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, kyoutani) [ nsfw ]
you leave them on read after they say 'i love you' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, akaashi, bokuto, terushima) [ sfw ]
you send them a dirty text by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ nsfw ]
you text them 'i want to sit on your face' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kenma, kuroo) [ nsfw ]
smau series.
heaven on your lips by elysianslove [ nsfw ]
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Master list
Haikyuu Smut fics:
Amelioration, part 1
Amelioration, part 2 (coming soon)
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18+ Haikyuu Thirsts:
Bokuto
Meian
Oikawa
Matsukawa
Bokuto x GN! Reader
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18+ Haikyuu Imagines:
Seijoh 4 x GN! Reader
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18+ Multi fandom works:
Imagine your fav…
Pegging/fucking your fav
GN! Reader x Unspecified character
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18+ Art
Bokuto in Lingerie
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Haikyuu Smut Headcanons:
MSBY Hands
Haikyuu characters: Punishments
Poly! MSBY Alphas
Camboy! Kenma
Brat tamer! Iwawizumi
Bokuto
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Hehehehe, i see my favourite daddy wanting to do a dark request, I shall deliver. Little brother Oikawa who likes getting marked by his older brother’s knife and fucked dumb or or or sugar daddy reader is part of the Yakuza and takes interest in cam boy Oikawa (dumbification, gunplay, humiliation, daddy kink, extremely possessive Oikawa with playboy daddy) 🥺🥺
PS Ilysm🥺💞😘
body party — oikawa x male reader
authors notes. i hate work so much i just wanna sleep all day and thats what im going to do LOLZ good night dolls. Also ily too anon <3
tw. coercion, dumbification, extreme gun play, edging, implied player reader, petnames (daddy && princess), camboy oikawa, age gap (19-36), lap dances, lingerie
He was so much more different from how he presented himself on camera. You recalled the way he would wear a confident smirk on his plump lips, skilled hips moving and grinding against a dildo, But now as he sat on your lap struggling to even move against your cock, You could only laugh at how pathetic he looked.
“Come on princess, I know you can do better than that.” You mused, watching the camboy pout. It was cute seeing him move his hips to the music, Red lace rubbing against your clothed cock as he grounded his hips against yours. He was so graceful— And the way he ran his dainty hand up your chest left you breathless.
As the man was busy swaying his hips, You placed a hand on his ass, giving it a firm squeeze before pulling away to spank the creamy skin. The brunette threw his head back moaning as he felt you repeat the action. “You like being spanked, princess?” You teased. Squealing, he replied, “Yes daddy!”
You never found yourself entranced by anyone— Let alone a camboy. But seeing this man, Admiring every inch of his body, You had the sudden urge to make him cry out in pure pleasure. Make him your bitch. It was a dream— getting to feel the camboy’s soft skin against your fingertips, After weeks of watching him through your phone screen, You were finally able to hold him tightly, hear his sweet moans in person.
The man, Who’s name was Tooru, Took you cock out of its confinements pushing the lace of his panties aside before aligning the tip in front of his entrance.
As the smaller male mewled rolling his hips against your cock, Your expression made it hard for him to even face you. He would cum untouched seeing those lips curled up into a hot smirk! “You’re so much more different in person.” You moaned snaking an arm around his tiny waist. “What happened to your confident facade hm?”
When Tooru only yelped in reply, You quickly grabbed your pistol from the desk, The cold barrel rubbing tauntingly at his skin. “Answer me, Whore.”
“D-Daahddy—!” He could barely even think straight! The feeling of your cock drilling his ass making it hard for him to word out his thoughts. “Poor boy, Can’t even speak properly.”
As amusing as it was seeing the camboy’s confidence deteriorate— You wanted to torture him even more, make him shiver at how harshly you were treating him. When the brunette opened his mouth to gasp for air, You shoved the barrel in his mouth, The sound of gagging and gurgling echoing across the room. “Might as well put your mouth to use if you can’t speak.”
Tooru whimpered against the metal and you could feel his chest pounding every time you hovered your finger over the trigger ever so teasingly. “You’re taking me in so well, princess. Even with a gun in your mouth, You’re still moving your hips to meet my thrusts.”
The feeling of your hot breath fanning against his ear, made him shiver delightfully and tooru could only shut his eyes in pleasure as you started to manhandle him and fuck his tiny body against your cock; a string of curses leaving his lips once you continued to abuse his prostate even more.
With each word you spoke, Tooru could feel his skin getting warmer, The air surrounding both your bodies making it hard for him to breathe. You were so addicting— Tooru loved the feeling of being at your mercy. You were much more stronger— more powerful than him and the brunette could only fantisize about how much dangerous you would be if he made you mad.
Even so, He would quickly come to forget that idea as you thrusted into him one last time, Your hot cum filling him up as bursts of his cum landed on his own chest, dirtying the tattered lingerie that he was wearing. “I have another doll coming over in 5 minutes. I bet he’d be willing to watch me fuck you unconscious.”
“What? I thought—” You quickly cut him off, by pointing the pistol at his forehead, A grin making its way onto your lips as you saw him gulp nervously. “We’re far from over, princess.”
#sinfulcries works#top male reader#seme male reader#dark content#haikyuu x male reader#dark blog#dark haikyuu#x male reader#oikawa tooru x male reader#hq smut#oikawa x male reader#dark hq#oikawa tooru x reader
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➥ the phonebook
✗ feel free to browse through the pages, but be warned : these aren’t full fledged fics. all of these are just me rambling and expanding on other people’s thirsts (at most they’re drabbles). though if you’ve been following me for a while, you already knew that lmao
✗ i suggest going through these tags if you want actual fics : 🚏 — a walk around.hq (shorter read recs, drabbles, hcs) + 🌱 — touching grass.hq (longer read recs, oneshots)
[ akaashi keiji ]
+ camboy!
+ cockwarming
+ phone sex
[ azumane asahi ]
+ hair pulling
[ bokuto koutaro ]
+ “good boy”
[ hinata shoyo ]
+ cuffing and a striptease
+ three way w/ oikawa
[ iwaizumi hajime ]
+ in front of a mirror
+ phone sex
[ kageyama tobio ]
+ overstimulation
+ showers
[ kenma kozume ]
+ faceless streams
[ kuroo tetsurou ]
+ pretending you don’t know each other
[ miya atsumu ]
+ enemies to lovers
[ miya osamu ]
+ in front of a mirror
[ oikawa tooru ]
+ camboy!
+ jealous/slightly possessive sex
+ meeting him in a club
+ three way w/ hinata
[ sakusa kiyoomi ]
+ birthday sex
[ sawamura daichi ]
+ breeding kink
+ in front of a mirror
+ pretending you don’t know each other
+ sitting on his face
[ shimizu kiyoko ]
+ eating out
[ sugawara koushi ]
+ phone sex
[ tsukishima kei ]
+ fwb
+ halloween
[ ushijima wakatoshi ]
+ sugar daddy!
[ yamaguchi tadashi ]
+ walking in on you
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