#FUCK FLATTYKAWA

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Weak Immune System (Karasuno Volleyball Club/ MALEReader) Part II

Dunno where this is going but hey, it's happening!

A morning person you were not, your multiple alarms at various intervals were a testament to that. You hated early mornings, so it was a relief to you that you hadn't been chosen for the starting lineup at this practice match the team was going to this morning. They'd left at six am on a Saturday, who does that?

You had every intention of staying curled up in bed for a good three more hours, you'd hear about the match later, you weren't the only one not going, after all.

Considering it was Saturday, you weren't expecting any sort of noise from your phone at 7:15, but it was to the shrill melody of your ringtone that you jolted awake, squinting against the lowest brightness which was somehow, still too freaking bright. You squinted until you found the answer button at the top of the screen, because you were holding the phone upside down, and you groaned as loud as you could to ensure that whoever was on the end was aware of how unhappy you were to be conscious.

"Jesus (Y/N), you sound like an ogre."

"What the fuck Suga, why am I awake right now?" you grumbled, your morning voice low and hoarse, eyes barely able to stay open.

Suga swallowed on the other end, sharing a glance with his waiting teammates, sometimes, you were too unaware of how attractive you were, and it showed in that morning voice.

"We...kinda have a problem?"

"Kinda? You better be on fire if you're waking me up right now dude, shouldn't you be playing Seijouh?"

"Daichi slipped on wet stairs, he's got a nasty sprain. We need you in the court."

"The hell you do, you're there." you huffed, reaching for the glass of water you kept on your bedside table, only to realize you'd already downed it overnight and would now need to get up and lose the warm snuggly feeling of sleep.

"It's gotta be you, (Y/N)," you heard coach Ukai announce "you're the best all-rounder we got."

"I don't know what you people are on, I'm not the best anything.'' you sighed, heaving yourself out of bed and trudging downstairs to seek out hydration.

"I got this coach," Suga assured, "c'mon (Y/N), you're really gonna back down from a rematch with that flake?"

"Don't go making this about Flattykawa dude."

"Why not? You're really going to back out and leave it on us when you know you make the starting lineup a pain-in-the-ass for Oikawa? Come on (Y/N), even Hinata has the balls to show his face on the court right after puking all over someone else's pants, you really gonna get shown up by your chibi underclassman?"

You chugged down a tall glass of water while listening to Suga's rant, sipping a second before glancing at the time again, mulling over your options "You're an ass, Koushi."

"Soooo?"

"When does the match start?"

"Twenty minutes," Sugawara restrained his enthusiasm, he knew better than to assume that meant you'd be coming.

"Takes me thirty to run there, buy me some time?"

Cheers erupted, so loud you flinched away from the phone, barely hearing Sugawara declaring "run fast Forest! We'll be here!"

You rolled your eyes and hung up, getting to work. You downed a protein shake and an apple, sipping an energy drink as you got dressed straight in your sports gear, foregoing a bag because it would only slow you down, you stuffed a clean tank top in the large pocket of your shorts and stuffed your phone in the other.

You weren't about to injure yourself on the way there, so you worked your way up from a slow jog to a ground-eating run, all the while cursing your teammates for getting you up before the sun had fully risen. It was cold out this early!

You made it to Seijouh in twenty-five minutes thanks to a shortcut you found, and followed the noise to the court, jogging past Shimizu, who looked rather delighted to see you.

She led you straight to Coach Ukai, quietly declaring "I'm glad you got up for this."

Your cheeks grew warm, Kiyoko rarely spoke to anyone, let alone you. You couldn't help but smile.

"Damn you made it here fast!" Ukai declared at the sight of you.

"I can always wait outside?" you said jokingly, your bad mood fading at the sight of an active game of volleyball, even if Oikawa was involved, too focused to notice you there.

"No way Sleepy, they need you in there," Ukai pointed to the court, just in time for Oikawa's serve to tear straight through Hinata.

You glimpsed Oikawa's smug grin and Hinata began to lose heart. You clenched your jaw. If anyone was going to tear through Hinata's shitty receives, it was you. You turned to Ukai with a fire in your eyes and said "put me in coach."

Takeda-sensei signalled the referee for a switchover, and only then did you glance at the scoreboard. It could be worse, 8-12, in Seijoh's favour. You wouldn't be turning it around alone, you told yourself, you'd just be putting an end to Oikawa's serves to Tanaka, Asahi and Hinata could get in there and so some damage.

The boys finally noticed who was standing beside the court when you stepped up to swap with Suga, and you swore you'd never forget their faces when they saw you standing there, ready to play. They looked...relieved, determined, eager.

Sugawara high-fived you on his way off the court, sharing a smug grin with you "hand them their asses, Mr. hardhead."

You groaned theatrically, half stumbling to your place on the back right to receive "when are you going to stop calling me that dude?!"

"Sources say never!"

You laughed, making sure to look as relaxed as could be as you waved to your teammates on the court "What 'sup gents?"

"Glad you could make it!" Oikawa's annoyingly attractive voice sang from across the court, ball against his hip, ready to serve again "Better late than never I suppose. Wouldn't want you to miss this."

"Try fixing the bedhead before you talk to me, your royal hiney." you sniggered "or is that what your hair usually looks like?"

Oikawa pouted, you smirked and bent your knees, bracing to receive, muttering something to Hinata beside you. Far as you could tell, Oikawa would do one of three things: Aim for you, aim for Hinata again, or get too excited and flunk the serve. You muttered this to Hinata before the whistle blew and told him that no matter what Oikawa did, not move an inch.

Tooru wound up, the crack of his hand against the ball almost made you wince, your eyes widening as you moved to react to the serve. Of course, he had to aim for the freaking corner furthest from you. To others, it probably looked like and out, but you knew him, he'd hit the damned line and sneak another point right out from under you just to tell the team that their change in personnel didn't matter, and you weren't having that.

You dove past Hinata, long arms scooping the ball up and sending it sailing straight up. It stung, but it was nothing compared to the elation of rolling back to your feet and watching your team gearing up for an attack, Kageyama taking two steps to get under the ball.

Tanaka cut the narrowest straight shot you'd ever seen from him, and cheers of relief filled the air. Apparently, Oikawa had tucked away five points with his serves alone, and you could still see him pouting across the court from you.

Tanaka jumped on you, tousling your hair "NICE RECEIVE SLEEPING BEAUTY!"

"You should just come out from the start next time," Kageyama said in a rather Kageyama manner "you won't have to run next time we need you."

"And we clearly needed you," Asahi said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck "sorry for waking you up though."

Your heart swelled with pride, hearing those words, they needed you, but then you remembered why they needed you, and your smile fell "yeah right, you guys would have been fine with Daichi. You always are!"

This was routine by now, you were so used to playing off your own part on a court, all you were was the cornerstone, you picked up balls, occasionally you spiked and blocked, you were the shoulders that the real point-scorers stood on, it was nothing complicated, anyone with a little practice and dedication could do it.

Tanaka slapped you across the back of the head "quit the crap dude! I don't know when you're gonna get it but we need you on this damn court, stop comparing yourself to what everyone else does!"

"Calm down," Tsuki huffed at Tanaka's yelling, nodding to you "nice serve."

"Huh? Oh," someone was passing you the ball and nudging off to serve "right, serving. Stop thinking now (Y/N)."

You had a habit of doing that, and you were ignorant to the fact that some of your teammates found it rather adorable.

You took a deep breath and cleared your mind before facing the net to serve. Most people were afraid of serving because it was the only time in Volleyball where you stood alone, but that was the part you loved about it, you felt free, not having to pick anyone up, all you had to do was get the ball over the net, and preferably to the ground immediately after.

You overheard Oikawa talking to someone, particularly the words "be careful, he's good."

Trying not to look smug, you waited for the whistle, and a second or two more, before tossing the ball up, counting down until you launched yourself from the ground, this was your first serve, you'd hit the next one harder, and the one after that, but this one, this one had a target.

The ball smacked into the line in the back corner, so close it made the referee think twice before he called it. No-touch-service-ace.

"HELL YEAH!" Ceremonial chest bump with Tanaka and the ball was sent right back to you. Iwaizumi's eyes met yours, and he nodded once in respect.

You twirled the ball between your fingers and grinned. Now, you were home.

Pt.1 Pt.3

[audinosaur]

rating haikyuu fandom jokes :o

"hinata smol bb" ◖ -10/10

he's like the human equivalent of that one image where alvin and the chipmunks are on a no-fly list bc they're listed as national terrorists

(which is 100% canon btw)

that's all i have to say ab that

"no beta we die like daichi" ◖ 6/10

i like reading it in the tags of fics, it brings me a weird sense of nostalgia

not too big on the repeated "deadchi/diechi" jokes tho

i do think it's pretty funny to imagine 3rd yr nishinoya telling the new 1st yrs about how their old captain was brutally killed during a game, by one of their own no less

and vice captain tanaka's just in the corner with his head in his hands like "god yuu why'd u have to bring this up i felt SO BAD AND NOW YOU'RE DRAMATIZING IT-"

sugamama/dadchi ◖ -1019393902819218293/10

*throws tomatoes at the stage* BOOOOOO

the feminization of suga is bleh >:(

i don't think i need to elaborate much this is notoriously disliked!

no hate to the 13yo's who used to make this joke tho bc i know a lot of y'all grew out of it lol

"nothin' gayer than the 2 guys who keep the scores in haikyuu games" ◖ 11/10

true!

watching them slowly fall in love is an experience in and of itself

it makes me chuckle

sex god kuroo ◖ -∞/10

NNOOOOOO

NOOOOHOHOHOOOOO

NAAAAOOOOOOOOO

flattykawa ◖ -100/10

ew

no

oikawa's knee injury ◖ 7/10

this isn't a joke rlly i just think it's funny that everyone believed it

(including myself)

the ability to gaslight an entire fandom about something so minuscule is kinda impressive imo

"you should've come to shiratorizawa" ◖ 4/10

so ushijima never actually said this right?? am i crazy?

it's kinda funny when i see it in a fic every once in a blue moon but it's been kinda overused atp :/

"oya oya oya" ◖ 9/10

again not rlly a joke but it makes me laugh

the look on bokuto's face is like a dog who just saw a squirrel and is about to fucking pounce which freaks me out a little (in a fun way)

[roobgumball95]

constantly thinking about how insane the hq fandom was that one time for demonizing people who call oikawa “flattykawa“

[shokami]

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[sparklingbluerose]

Flattykawa Simps, Assemble

My brother texted me what dinner was gonna be and i just HAD to send him Oikawa in a bowl of noodles...

"Pastakawa." He doesn't know Haikyuu. Got confused. Why the fuck did i do this to myself 💀😭🤡

[rencesworld]

How the Haikyuu boys would react to you getting a different lace frontal wig color that’s out of your comfort zone. Pt.2

Warning- NSFW, cuss words

Bokuto

I’m going to say this once and that’s it, THAT BOY IS YOUR HYPE MAN‼️🤣

You had invited him to your house so you can show him the new hairstyle you gotten the day before. You were excited b/c everytime you’ve gotten a lace front it was always black or burgundy red, so getting gray hair was all new and shocking to you.

The only reason you’ve gotten gray, is b/c bokuto kept asking you to get gray so y’all can twin. At first you were thinking of half black and half gray to really match with him, but that was way more expensive and too much work so, you just stuck with all gray.

When you opened the door the very first thing the boy notice was your hair ( I mean who wouldn’t🤣). This boy screamed with joy, which startled you a little but laughed after.

“BABY YOU LOOK SO FREAKING AMAZING!” He yelled on top of his lungs which you had to rush/pull him inside so he wouldn’t bother your neighbors next door with his yelling.

“YOUR SKIN IS GLOWING 10X MORE!” He kept throwing more and more compliments towards without even letting you thank him, he just couldn’t help it.

You literally had to shut him up with a kiss.

Akaashi

Akaashi was shook asf🧍🏻

The whole entire wig shook him. He’s just used to seeing your in box braids, faux locs , and your natural hair.

So, when he saw you in the hallways walking towards him since he was waiting for you by your locker. He was shocked but in a very good way.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. “Hey kakashi” you said leaning giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He started blushing which made you giggle because you knew you looked good and it was flustering him. “I-I love your hair, blossom. You looking very beautiful. N-not that you don’t always look beautiful- it���s just shocking to see you in this hair.”

When you had gotten the hair you were scared bc you didn’t think it will come out good, But you made it work and you loved it. You just hoped Akaashi loved it too. After seeing his reaction, you know for a fact that he loved it and that boosted your confidence.

Akaashi just wouldn’t keep his eyes off of you the whole day🥺.

Oikawa

You didn’t show up at school bc you had to get your hair done(y’all know yall all skipped school or work to get yall hair done before🤣). This big baby was kind of mad that you left him all alone to fend for himself from getting beat up by Iwaziumi. But he knows getting your hair done was important to you so he wasn’t really bummed out.

You had told him that you were going to try something new this time so he was very excited to see which hairstyle or hair color you will be picking.

During his practice, he saw from the corner of his eyes was a brown skin girl with hot pink hair. At first he didn’t think much but after a couple of minutes it hit him, well iwaziumi had punched him in the arm telling him how rude of him to ignore his girlfriend.

At first he was confused then he looked at where his team mates were looking at and saw y/n sitting on the bench waving at him.

This boy let out the loudest gasp EVER! “Baby is that you!” He asked while speed walking towards her.

“Nah, it’s Ushijima.” Y/n said playfully. Tooru scoffed.

“You like the hair babes?” You asked kind of nervous. “Like? I fucking love it. The hair is slayed sis. It’s the hair color for me. You look so freaking beautiful!” He was just rambling on a little bit b/c he didn’t expect that hairstyle, I mean you did say that were going to try something new but he didn’t expect this kind of new.

“Thank you flattykawa! I knew you were going to love it.” You said happily. Tooru decided to let that name you just called him slide only b/c you looked really good.

“Aye, Shittykawa! We still have practice.” Iwaizumi said.

“Y’all know it’s not hard to call me by my name and I’m admiring my beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, divine, eleg-” “Okay, they get it Tooru-baby.” Y/n cuts him off knowing he wasn’t going to stop🤣.

Tooru could not keep his eyes off of you during practice. His teammates threw a couple of compliments towards you.🥺

Iwaizumi

My baby died and came back to life.😭

It was so unexpected that he literally felt like his soul left body.

You had to skip school to get your hair done unlike Oikawa, he wasn’t mad. He understands how much your hair means to you and how you will always make sure it’s looking right.

Before practice, he got a text from you telling him that you would be in the gym waiting for him. He kind of starts to rush a little but not too much for anybody to notice. He hasn’t seen you all day so he missed you(also excited to see how your new hairstyle looks).

He goes inside the gym to search for you and all he sees is Oikawa talking to a girl with bright blue hair. He couldn’t see the face since their back was facing him. But he’s memorized y/n’s body sex drive crazy

He wasn’t sure if that was you or maybe one of Oikawa’s fan girls. He started walking towards Oikawa but stopped when you turned to face him. You gave him huge grin and flipped your hair a little.

“Iwa-Chan doesn’t y/n look gorgeous. Ugh! Iwa-Chan how were you able to pull a such beautiful girl like y/n-” before he could talk so more nonsense Iwaizumi had already shoved Oikawa away.

Oikawa walked off smirking knowing he pushed Iwaizumi buttons.

After Oikawa left he turned back to you and just stood there 🧍🏻. “I know I’m sexy but sheesh, say something” y/n said smirking.

“Y-y-you look fucking g-good” he says stuttering which surprised you so, you decided to tease him a bit.

“What did you say Iwa-Chan, I couldn’t hear you that well.” Knowing damn well you heard him well. He hates when you call him Iwa-Chan.

“Y/n stop it. I said you look fucking gorgeous.” He said a little irritated. You laughed and leaned in and gave a him kiss on the lips. He isn’t much of a pda but he was only letting it slide bc you looked good asf.

“Can I pull it when I’m fucking you from behind?” He asked during the kiss. Which shocked you. 😅

“Boy this damn wig done cost me way too much money. Hell no.”

Tsukishima

This boy acted like he wasn’t all that interested in your hair but we all know that boy was in love with your hair. It’s the same color as his.

He’s reaction was so him🤣.

He saw you at your locker and your hair from afar. He was in love with the way the color popped your skin tone so well. Your skin was literally glowing.

But knowing him he’s goin act like he doesn’t care.

“Not you copying my hair now.” Tsuki says next to you. Which startled you a little.

“Boy getcho skinny ass out my face. I’m not copying you and never wil.” You said with a playful tone but also serious.

“Mhmm. You want me to walk you to class?” He says not even complimenting your hair, which kind of pissed you off.

“So, you’re not going to compliment my hair or anything?” You said with hands on your hips. Tsuki smirked

“No, let’s go” he said walking off. You followed behind irritated with the fact that he didn’t even compliment you and has the audacity to walk you to class after being rude to you.

Once you guys were reaching to your class, Kei stops which made you turn around to face his tall ass.

“What’s wrong? Why’d you’d stopped?” Y/n asked kind of worried but still mad at him.

“You look very beautiful in blond hair, it makes your skin glow more.” He says then walks away fast before you can even process what just happened. 🚶🏼‍♂️🧍🏾‍♀️

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

Touch-Me-Not | Tōru Oikawa

Pairing: Tōru Oikawa x f!reader

Prompt/summary: Despite Iwaizumi’s constant teasing, Oikawa was very much a top in the bedroom. While he did like it when you tried to be more dominant, more than 98% of the time he was on top, in charge, and thought it was very cute when you tried topping him. He would let you ride him, but only so five minutes later he can flip you over. So when he’s getting you in the mood, you decide to do something new: play a game, and whoever wins gets mad bragging rights. How could he say no?

Word count: 4.5K

Warnings/contents: Smut: Oral, praising and assuring, clit stimulation, slight spitting/usage of spit. Mild language, fluff, 18+

Notes: Welcome! If you would like to visit my Touch-Me-Not series post, you can follow the link in the name! I’m adding to this list slowly, but I’m making my way there.

All characters are 18+ and if not then they are aged up. The age for flattykawa this time around is 25 years old. We’re starting right up with this one! Very little backstory of the day, but here we go! This one clearly doesn’t have too many kinks, but Oikawa isn’t really in the position to use his favorites, so

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Oikawa had been working on getting you into the mood all day long. From laying in bed together this morning when he had started kissing your neck and rubbing you through your underwear.

To lunch when he set you on his lap and whispered explicitly dirty things in your ear that made you flush and look around, even though you were in your own shared apartment alone with the man (and honestly expecting him to fuck you right then and there (though much to your disappointment he just got up and helped you with the dishes)).

All the way to dinner, where he had (again) rubbed you through your underwear (though this time you were out in public with Iwaizumi on a sort of dinner date/catchup with the boy you were both close friends with).

To now, where you were sitting on his lap again. Though this time you were missing pants and underwear and his fingers were rubbing your wet clit. His other hand was on the armrest of the sofa, limply hanging there.

Oikawa pressed a kiss to the side of your head, his attention otherwise on the alien documentary that he had played before you came out of the bedroom after changing (only for you to lose your pants again in the end).

“You looked so pretty tonight, little cutie.” He whispered in your ear, bringing his fingers up to your mouth and nudging your pouted lips with them as you struggled to keep quiet while he watched the documentary. “Keep these fingers wet, cutie. I don’t want to feel this tongue dry.” He said, gathering the spit from your mouth and bringing his fingers back down to your clit.

His middle finger slid down inside of you, and he let out a hum when he did so.

“You’re so wet, cutie.” He teased, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You shifted on his lap, brushing against his hard-on, and earning another little sound that he tried to suppress by closing his mouth to a tight line. “It seems me teasing you worked, hmm?” He asked, rubbing your clit softly.

“Tōru...” You softly moaned his name, pressing the side of your head to his. He gave another soft hum, moving to press a kiss to your head. You were so damn cute, and he had wanted to give you what you wanted all day long, but what was he if not a tease?

“Yes, little cutie?” He asked in a teasing tone. He knew exactly what he had been doing to you, and how much it was getting to you. He tell just by the way you were moaning and shifting on his lap. “Does it feel good?” He teased, finally bringing his other hand into the action and sliding it beneath your shirt to grope your bare breast. “Don’t worry, I won’t tease you too much for what you say.” He smirked, rolling your nipple gently between his fingers and feeling it harden as he let it slide between his fingers as he groped your breast. “Mmm, you’re so soft.” He hummed, kissing your head again.

His fingers teased your entrance, and for the billionth time you thought maybe this would be the time he slid them inside of you, but instead he ran his fingers back up between your folds as slowly as he could, and circled your clit softly. You gave a soft groan, and he couldn’t help but smirk.

His attempts to rile you up were working better than he thought they would; this hard-headed nature of yours took him awhile to figure out, but once he did-- oh, boy did he tease you. He found each little rub, pull, bite, suck, or lick to do to break you down, and he abused it. In the best way, of course. Unfortunately it had come back to bite him in the ass a few times in the past, but that wasn’t going to stop him from continuing to tease you until you broke.

And with how you were squirming on his lap and rubbing back against the obvious hard-on in his pants, he thought you were going to break soon. Little did he know you were trying to think up a way to get him back for his nonstop teasing.

Then an idea popped into mind. All it ever took for Oikawa was the right wording and you could make him do anything you wanted; as much as Oikawa had learned your hard-headed nature, you had learned his teasing nature, and turns out he hates to be teased, but he loves to make a game out of things.

“Tōru,” you softly moaned his name again, catching the males attention. He gave a soft hum into your ear, eyes on the tv as he watched supposedly real-life footage of a UFO a person from America in Kansas had taken. “We should play a game.” The male hummed again, this time his attention turning fully to you.

“What kind of game?” He asked, curiosity biting at him as he continued to rub your clit in a way that sent a shiver down your spine and made you twitch.

“It’s called the “No touching game.” How you play is one person gets to do whatever they want to the other, and if the person getting touched ends up touching the other person, then they lose.” Oikawa felt his lips curl up into a little smirk at the suggestion, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

“And what does the winner get?” He asked.

“Crazy bragging rights. Also all the dishes for a week straight.” You added; though you hated doing the dirty dishes so you always made Oikawa do them and just did the clean dishes, you weren’t planning on losing this game so it was a bet you were willing to make.

“Well, in that case then why not.” He replied, just like you wanted him to. You gave a little smile, shifting a bit in his lap and giving a soft moan. “So who can’t touch who then, little cutie?” He asked, kissing your neck again.

“When the game starts, you can’t touch me.” You said, leaning your head back on his shoulder. “And also the only way to win is to make me cum with you inside of me.” Oikawa raised an eyebrow, looking at you, though your eyes were closed. “If you cum before I do once your dick is inside of me, then you lose and I win.” He hummed a bit skeptically, and for a second you thought he was going to abandon the thought of playing the game, but then he slid his hand out of your shirt and away from your clit.

“Alright then.” He licked his fingers off, laying his hands on the back of the sofa and looking at you when you opened your eyes to peek at him. “Do your worst, little cutie. I’m going to win.”

“We’ll see about that.” You mumbled, moving so you faced him on his lap, and pressing your lips to his. This wasn’t going to do anything, you had just really been craving kissing him. To feel his soft lips against your own.

For a split second, Oikawa felt the urge to grab onto your waist and pull your body against his like he always did in this situation, so instead he held tightly onto the cushions, merely kissing you back.

You reached your hand down, sliding your hands into his sweatpants and boxers, and suddenly squeezing his erection in your hand. He had dripped so much pre-cum in his pants, it almost felt like he had came from rubbing your clit.

Your thumb rubbed over the tip of his cock and earned a soft moan into the kiss from your fiancé. Your lips suddenly left his hanging, moving down his jaw. He leaned his head back when you started kissing along his neck, swallowing the lump in his throat.

You hadn’t hardly even touched him and this was harder than he thought it was going to be. Your mouth sucking softly on his neck made him want to grab your ass and squeeze it, but he was stuck just imagining the feeling of your skin under his touch.

You suddenly pulled away, sliding your hand out of his boxers as well. He peeked open his eyes just in time to see you taking your shirt off and getting to see your breasts fall back into their natural place as you let the shirt fall to the floor. He bit down on the bottom of his lips, snapping out of his trance and looking at you when he heard you snickering.

“All you have to do is give up and touch me,” you said, pressing a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth. He was left, lips puckered and eyes shut, as you pulled back. He huffed, watching you look down at him and laugh again. “Don’t worry-- I won’t make fun of you. Too much anyways.” You whispered the last part, grabbing your breast in your hand and bringing it up to his lips. He looked at it, opening his mouth for your nipple when it nudged against his lip.

A little moan left you as you shifted on his lap, sliding your other hand around to his hair. He looked up at you, eyes half-lidded and just as pretty as they always were. You knew the tactic he was playing. To break you so you gave up, and that just wasn’t going to happen. Even if you wanted his large, warm hands on your skin, the desire to brag about beating him was too strong.

“You know cutie, I won’t give up so quick.” He promised, nibbling your nipple gently. “I’ll win, and I won’t make fun of you too much when you lose.” He said, kissing your nipple before he leaned back on the sofa again. Your lips quirked up into a little smirk at the competition, and he couldn’t help how attracted he was to you.

“You can eat your words when you lose, Oikawa.” You mumbled, kissing his lips. He hummed into your mouth, eyes fluttering shut. You shifted, palming his erection over his sweatpants. He gave a soft sound into the kiss, hand clenching on the sofa.

He hated how quickly the urge to touch you hit him. He just wanted to squeeze your ass, run his hand through your hair, pull you close, hold your hand, anything really.

You moved away from him and started taking his shirt off all of the sudden. He moved accordingly, helping you out and licking his lips in excitement. He couldn’t help it, he always got this way when you started taking his clothes off. No matter how many times you had done it, or how many times you were going to do it in the future.

“How about we take these off, too.” You said, sliding down between his legs and starting to take his sweatpants off with his help as he lifted his hips up a ways. You hummed, looking at the boner in his boxers, and honestly you couldn’t wait to fuck him. “God, look at that tent.” You mumbled, moving to sit back on his thigh. He gave a soft hiss through his teeth when you softly grinded yourself against his now bare thigh, moving in to kiss him. He kissed you back right away, moaning softly into your mouth when you reached down into his boxers and started rubbing his cock inside of the clothing.

After being neglected for so long while he teased your clit, it felt so good for him to finally be touched again-- more than how you would grind against it when you shifted on his lap or the little bit from before. Feeling your chilled hand gripping his throbbing, hot erection felt so good.

“God I love you.” You mumbled against his lips, moving to kiss down his neck again. He swallowed, leaning his head back and giving a soft moan when you kissed along his throat.

“Mmm, I love you, too.” He whispered. “So much.”

“Just give in and touch me already.” You grumbled, biting lightly at his neck and earning a soft groan from the man.

“That’s not how you’re going to win, little cutie.” He snickered, suddenly yelping when you moved back and pulled him against you. He gave a sound of shock into the kiss, but kissing you back, just to be shoved down on the sofa. “My, my.” He gave a little chuckle, watching you situate yourself on his hips and letting one leg hang off the edge. “Pushing is rude.” You hummed, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“I don’t care.” You whispered, grinding down on his erection that was still trapped in his boxers. He moaned softly, shifting beneath you. “Because you know what’s rude?”

“Hmm?”

“Teasing your girlfriend all day and then not fingering her when you finally really touch her.” Oikawa snickered, staring up into your eyes

“Well I am getting just what I wanted, aren’t I?” He winced a second later for effect. “Well, maybe not exactly-- but the general idea of you being on top of me is what I wanted.”

“At the cost of not being able to touch me.” You added, and he hummed in agreement, lips pressing against yours when you leaned down.

“Sadly.” He mumbled, kissing your jaw, but he couldn’t move much to kiss your neck. “What now, little cutie?” You pulled back a bit, looking down at him in confusion. “Do I get to eat you out like this, or are you just going to keep grinding against my cock until I cum in my boxers?” He asked, and you pretended to think for a second.

“Both very compelling suggestions,” you started, brushing his soft hair back from his eyes, “But I think right now I’m gonna frame this pretty face of yours with my thighs.” Oikawa gave you a bit of a smirk, biting down on his bottom lip and watching you move.

“God, I can’t wait.” He licked his lips, making you laugh. You moved up around his head, and he moved accordingly for you to put your knee beside him. His head rested against it, his hands carefully avoiding your leg as he held onto the sofa cushions.

“Looks like you’ll have to lean up a little bit.” You said, unable to get any closer. He leaned up, pressing a kiss to your clit.

“I don’t mind.” He sent you a little smirk, enclosing his mouth around your clit and circling it with his tongue. You hummed, leaning back a little bit more and reaching back with your dominant hand to squeeze his erection through his boxers. He gave a soft moan, licking along your folds and at back to your clit. “You’re so tasty down here.” He said, making your cheeks warm. Thankfully he couldn’t see you, though.

You slid your hand into his boxers, rubbing his cock while he licked along your wet folds.

“Mh, you’re so wet.” He teased, curling his tongue inside of you before he drug it back up to your clit slowly. You gave a soft moan, squeezing his dick in your hand gently. You swiped your thumb across the tip of his cock and spread the pre-cum around in the process.

Oikawa let out a deep, long, yet quiet, moan against your clit as he sucked on it from your hand squeezing his cock. He licked along your folds, tongue sliding inside of you and swirling around. You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut and rubbing your thumb along the tip of his dick.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” You said, holding onto your thigh tightly with your free hand. You moaned again, almost embarrassed that you felt like cumming from only his tongue inside of you, but truthfully Oikawa had you in every single way-- it didn’t matter if he was touching you or not.

He gave a little chuckle, shoving his tongue deeper inside of you. His moans were a bit of more audible now.

“You’re so tasty.” He mumbled, doing his best to get you to your orgasm with just his tongue. Since his long fingers weren’t inside of you, it was a little bit more of a struggle, but he could still feel you getting more wet like your orgasm was going to come soon. “God, you’re so sexy.” He said, licking at your clit. He had that perfect balance of clit stimulation and stimulating your insides with his tongue. “I can’t wait for you to put my cock in here.” He said, licking your entrance.

“God, Oikawa...” You mumbled, feeling his dick twitch in your hand, and moaning like he was going to cum soon. You swiped your thumb across the tip of his cock again, jerking him off faster, until he was panting and struggling to focus on your clit. Then, just when you thought he was going to cum, you stopped moving your hand. He groaned, and it made you moan in return to the vibrations on your clit. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” He hummed.

“Isn’t that the point, cutie?” He snickered. “You should make me cum, too.” He mumbled, going back to sucking on your clit and shoving his tongue inside of you. You were thinking on it, as scattered as your brain was.

You could let him cum, but that would only give him more time inside of you without the urge to cum. If you edged him then it would make him unravel faster. That was the entire point of this, right?

“Maybe I should,” you started, moaning softly. “But I don’t think I will just yet.” You finished, squeezing his dick lightly in your hand. He shoved his tongue as deeply as he could inside of you, nose rubbing against your clit as he curled his tongue and tried to make you cum. You moaned loudly in shock at the new feeling, lightly rocking your hips on instinct. Unfortunately for Oikawa, he didn’t have any hands to hold them still. But then again, he really didn’t mind you pushing yourself further onto his face.

You could feel your orgasm coming quickly as he moaned, and tried focusing on how you should be working your hand along his cock. Though you were a bit absentminded as you panted between moans, until you finally felt the little knot tighten in your stomach.

You flushed as you came down into his mouth, hand squeezing at his erection and making the man moan as he swallowed, licking one final line along your folds and giving a soft breath while you panted.

“Mmm, such a tasty pussy.” He whispered, pressing one last kiss to your clit.

You moved, sliding back on him and looking down at him when he looked at you, licking his lips. Your cheeks flushed a bit as you looked away and gestured for him to sit up.

“Come on, I’m gonna ride your cock.” He snickered at your embarrassment, though doing what you said and moving with you so he faced the way he originally was on the sofa. You moved to slide his boxers off, and sat back on his lap, though closer to his throbbing erection that had slapped up against his stomach, and earned a little hiss from the man as the chilly air hit it.

You purposely edging him had only made the desire to cum stronger, and he knew that’s what you were trying to do. Make him almost cum so when he was inside of you he would cum faster, but he was going to do his best to hold off. You kissed him, knocking him from his thoughts as he went to kiss you back. Your lips were so damn soft against his own he couldn’t help but give a little hum against them. He sucked on your bottom lip, bringing it back a little bit with him before he let it go, and immediately went back to kiss you again.

Oikawa moaned into your mouth when you reached down and grabbed his dick, aligning it with your entrance and slowly rocking your hips to slide it inside of you easier.

“Oh, god.” He mumbled, looking at your breasts and licking his lips. You were teasing him-- taking it slowly still as you held onto his shoulders-- and you gave a little whine. “Mmm, you’re so warm...” He mumbled, watching your breasts shift and wishing he was holding onto them.

“Mmm, you’re so big Oikawa.” You mumbled, kissing him. He hummed, leaning into you. You wiggled a little bit when he was all the way inside of you, making both of you moan simultaneously. You were adjusting to his size, trying to get yourself in the right mindset to win this-- but you didn’t want to give him too much time to do the same.

So you started moving. Oikawa gave a little hum against your lips, turning his head and sliding his tongue into your mouth. A muffled sound left you. Tōru broke the kiss, leaving a trail down your neck and moaning softly against your skin.

“I love you.” You mumbled, giving a little moan at his cock inside of you and his mouth sucking on your neck.

“I love you more, little cutie.” He replied, kissing your jaw and bringing his lips back to yours. He hated not being able to touch you. He wanted to cup your face in his hands and just kiss you, grab your breasts, and squeeze your ass, but he couldn’t.

You sighed in content, pressing your forehead to his and moaning. He swallowed, tightly gripping the cushions between his fingers.

“Oh, little cutie,” Oikawa moaned, leaning his head back while you slowly rode his cock. He gripped tightly onto the sofa’s arm rest to ensure it stayed put, his other hand laid on the back of the sofa, grabbing the cushion like he wished he was grabbing your breast. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He praised, watching your hand slide up to grope your breast again.

You grabbed it, bringing your nipple back to his mouth and licking your lips.

“Suck it.” He took your nipple into his mouth without a single complaint, which was shocking because he loved giving those snarky comments right about now. You gave a cute little laugh, but it got cut off by a gasp when Oikawa gently bit down on your nipple. “Hey, don’t bite.” You scolded. He smirked before returning to sucking on your nipple. It only added to the pleasure, and while usually his larger hand was the one groping your breast, it still felt good. “God, Tōru...” You mumbled, letting your breast fall back and running your hand through his hair. He hummed, leaning in to press some kisses along your neck and collarbone.

At this point it all boiled down to who had more willpower; not necessarily who wanted it more, because Oikawa wanted to win so badly and yet he had to stop himself from instinctively grabbing you. Not being able to touch you was new, and he couldn’t say he hated this little game, but he wouldn’t say he liked it.

You started moving a bit faster, nails digging into his shoulder as you moaned. Oikawa licked along your neck, giving a moan as you clenched around him.

“Oh, god little cutie...” He moaned, resting his forehead on your collarbone. “Fuck, you feel so good!” He gritted his teeth, instead of grabbing you opting to bite the base of your neck, and you gave a yelp in shock.

“Asshole,” you grumbled, and he laughed lightly at it, though his laugh got broken by a moan.

“You’re the one that came up with this game, so aren’t you the asshole?” He teased, snickering when you rolled your eyes at him. You kissed him to shut him up, and he wasn’t objecting. You were getting close, moving a bit more and forcing yourself to ignore the burning in your legs.

What was something that always got Oikawa? Praising him? Moaning his name worked pretty well. Pulling his hair always seemed to get him. Even if you had to play a bit dirty, you were not going to lose.

“Fuck Oikawa,” you broke the kiss with a moan, tightening your hand in his hair and earning a little hum from the man between little moans. You gave a tiny smirk against his mouth, knowing you had him just where you wanted him. “God you feel so fucking good inside of me.” You said, and you could feel his lips turning up into a little smile. You knew he was right there, and all it was going to take was a little push for him to either cum or to touch you.

Oikawa was so close, and you were even closer. You squeezed around his cock as you rode him, moaning and spilling his name between every few sweet moans. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you steadied yourself, letting your head fall back with a long moan as his name spilt from your lips again.

Your perky nipples looked so good. He wished he could just hold your breasts or your hands-- he didn’t care he just wanted to touch you. But he was so close. He couldn’t give up now.

Your hand tightened in his hair as you leaned your head over, pressing your forehead to his with your eyes squeezed tightly shut. You were doing your damndest to hold out and make him cum first. You really wanted those bragging rights, and not to mention you seriously didn’t want to touch those dirty dishes while Oikawa sat at the table and talked to you-- you much rather preferred doing it together like you always did.

With your hand in his fluffy, slightly sweaty, hair you gave it a harsh tug. Oikawa moaned, his nose brushing against your own as he leaned further into you.

At this rate, he thought you might cum at the same time. And then you did it. Your hand in his hair, the other on his shoulder digging into his soft skin, and clenching around his cock was all so much-- and then you moaned his name again and gave that specific little choked moan; this was usually the time where Oikawa would flip you and fuck you until your legs were shaking.

On complete instinct, he broke. Oikawa’s hand moved to grab onto your hip. And then the realization hit him, and then you a split second later. You leaned your head back a little ways, his eyes opened and met your own. You were quiet for a second, all the movement and moaning just stopped like someone had walked in on you.

All of the sudden, Oikawa (with his dick still inside of you though slipping out a little ways) picked you up with him and started walking you to the bedroom. Your legs quickly wrapped around his waist, and your hand held tighter onto his shoulder as he gripped your thighs.

“You’re a naughty little cutie,” he said, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Fucking me like that. Well, guess what cutie? Now that I can touch you, you’re not going to want to bring this up later. Or else I’ll just have to fuck the memory out of you again~”

[izukult]

tiktoks from my fyp that they send you

I LOVE THIS ONE PLS

characters: hinata, kageyama, oikawa, yamaguchi, sugawara, nishinoya, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, bokuto, akaashi, kuroo, kenma, atsumu

hinata shoyo

okay so he sends you this but by honorable mention i think it’s important to know that you sent him this and told him it was ‘him vibes’

tobio kageyama

“us” with this but it’s shortly followed by him saying “jk that’s a waste of good cereal milk”

oikawa toru

iwa probably sent him this one, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not going to INSTANTLY reshare. toru baby you ok?

yamaguchi tadashi

“i’m in love with someone else.” and it’s just this you can’t even be slightly upset bc that’s fucking hilarious

sugawara koshi

“huh didnt know daichi was an emt now?” genuinely that man is so funny i love suga for this

nishinoya yu

he sends it to you over text, so you know he took the time to save it and look for your contact and go into his photos so he’s really passionate about the fact that this tiktok is “literally is us babe like genuinely is us like i’ll do that for you babe”

iwaizumi hajime

he sends you this in hysterics saying he got what he had comin and to shut his easter island looking ass up. he also sends this with “me and who? please don’t say shittykawa” PLEASEEE or alternatively he says “people trying to tell the difference between you and oikawa”

matsukawa issei

a text that says “deleted footage of me, makki, and flattykawa at practice” and this work of art

hanamaki takahiro

you get this tiktok with literally zero explanation other than this emoji: 😋. i’m worried for you makki.

bokuto kotaro

absolutely loses his shit over this. literally thinks it is the funniest video that has ever been made he’s like “ISNT THAT THE.... THE YKNOW??? THE.. porn” HE SENDS THE TEXT JUST LIKE THAT TOO PLEASEEE

akaashi keiji

“i’m sorry does this upset you?” AKAASHI PLEASE

kuroo tetsuro

HE SENDS YOU THIS WITH NO MESSAGE AND IT IS SO TRAUMATIZING AND SO FUNNY I DONT KNOW HOW TO HANDLE IT

kenma kozume

“can we do this to kuroo lol” bonus one he also sends this which is concerning ??? is he? asking to be pegged? is he KAM? both? who knows

miya atsumu

he sends you this at two am with the message “deep, inspirational, could be us. SHOULD be us” i cant stand him

[fijiangecko]

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.

~

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.

~

“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.”

[miiracleangel]

Shake ass pt 4

~Aoba Johsai version~

Nekoma Version ➪ Inarizaki version

it’s 2:18 in the morning. i took my melatonin at 10 and i’m just not it rn. this one was lowkey my favorite to do after nekoma bcs these them boys and i love them bois

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Oikawa

we don’t do flattykawa jokes here all booties matter smol booties matter

“~tooruuuu~”

He knows that tone in your voice already.

“y/n my love” he turns to look at you as you walk up from behind him in the hallway during lunch. already knowing you want something from him.

“I need you to do something super important, but not right now, later.” you state to him surrounded by his fellow volleyball teammates.

“Anything for my princess” he says with a smile and plants a kiss on your head.

earned a throwing up sound from Iwaizumi

and me bcs why mfs so mushy gross

Later that day during practice you put your plan in motion, and shoot your setter boyfriend a text.

“Send me a video of you throwing that ass in a circle Tooru?” he repeats the text out loud.

totally oblivious that Makki and Mattsun are behind him holding in laughs.

it was all three of your idea

the holy trinity of chaos. Makki, Mattsun and you.

iwaizumi: i just sit back and observe

without a second thought Oikawa put his phone up and as soon as he presses play

the chaos begins

Mattsun and Makki start shaking ass along with him and encouraging him and yelling

scared the straight shit outta Oikawa

and there you see your boyfriend collapse to the ground in fear

somewhere meg the stallion starts playing nobody knows where

probably iwaizumi (we know your secret)

and the video ends with a very confused and scared Oikawa

“at least he tried” you thought to yourself sighing at the lunatics you can your friends.

for someone so serious about volleyball everywhere else he’s a mess

Iwaizumi

godzilla here we come

“there are many things on this Earth I will do for you”

“so do this for me Haji”

“that definitely isn’t one of them y/n”

“but you just sai-“

“i said MANY things not EVERYTHING”

“shaking ass isnt one of them is it hajime?”

“it’s not” he shakes his head. and turns it back to the T.V that is displaying the current Godzilla movie.

a fight scene between Godzilla and Ghidorah starts and you sign turning off the tv

“i will not hesitate to rock your shit” Hajime says jokingly and attempts to get the remote from you.

“i will not hesitate to tell Mattsun you sleep with a godzilla plushee.”

“you have a pink matching one”

“you have an Oikawa that will-“

“FINE i’ll shake my STUPID ASS for you”

“so you admit that you’re stupi-“

“don’t get rocked y/n”

“our whole relationship is depending on this moment iwa-chan~” you say his nickname to get even deeper under your boyfriends skin

“i just want ONE day off” he huffs as he stand up on the couch you both were sitting on.

“why are you standing on the couch?”

“so while i wiggle my ass for you i can do this”

he shakes his butt side to side and quickly right after runs away and that’s when it hit you.

the mf done farted

straight in your face

“HAJIME COME HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN” you scream running after him.

Mattsun

ByE Hes Soo PrEtyY

“Just shake your ass infront of the camera a little and it’s just gonna prove that you’re not cheating on me” you say to your boyfriend as you set up your phone camera infront of your laptop in your room.

“coolest” he says to you as he turns to his best friend

“whatever that fucking means” he says as they laugh together

“Can i shake my ass too” Makki asks

“No strawberry fields headass” you say

very much attitude me thinks

“whatever wap headass” Makki snaps back

“wap?” mattsun and you say simultaneously and give him a sideways look.

“yeah weakass pussy heada-“

“that’s a fat objection your honor” your boyfriend interrupts.

“I wouldn’t know” makki scoffs

“I know a little too wel-“

“OKAY ISSEI the time is ready just shake your shit” you interrupt

the music starts playing as your boyfriends just simply

bounces with his hands on his knees for three seconds and stands straight.

“that’s it?”

“that’s it” you giggle at him.

“tank you bubbie” you coo at him, then go for a hug

he shushes you and pulls you into his chest “not infront of you know who”

you two share a kiss and you both turn to look at Makki

“strawberry shortcake headass?” you ask.

“i’m getting tired of your shit y/n”

“i’m getting tired of you trying to steal my boyfriend makki”

“you both should really take a nap then”

Makki

“that’s not very cash money of you babe”

“that’s not very hot girl shit of you either”

“i knew it” you exclaim folding your arms and forming a pout on your face.

“knew what” makki asks laughing and going in for a kiss but you leaned more on his bed to avoid his lips.

“You’re cheating on me”

“with who”

“Matsukawa”

“you got to be shitting me”

You sit up on your boyfriends bed. “All you have to do is shake your booty for me babe to prove it”

“maybe i am cheating on you with mattsun”

“you’re not funny Takahiro” you say sternly

“you don’t have to hit me with the government name” your boyfriend pouts back and sits up from his laying position and asks for a kiss.

“i will kiss you when you sha-“

“okay OKAY FINE” Makki exclaims, stands on the his bed practically T-Bags you in the face.

“Makki i said your butt not your balls,especially not in my face”

“they were in your face earlier” he says casually while turning to look at his phone.

“can they be in my face one more time?” you ask cutely going to straddle his thighs.

never have you seen a human throw their phone across the room and say yes so quick.

[horney-anime-nsfwm]

All Mine

Possessive Oikawa x F!Reader CW: Edging, slight choking

 Oikawa had waited all day to get home with you. Boys had been staring at you and your body all day and he had to hold himself back from claiming you right then and there multiple times. To your credit, you handled each situation perfectly and beautifully. Still, his protective boyfriend instincts were still raging when you were walking home together and you could tell. Oh god, you could tell. He kept one hand on your waist, the other in his pocket. He stood straight, holding you as close as he could while walking, and hardly ever looked at you, instead he was giving death glares to the boys around you.

 "Hey, look! Flattykawa actually got someone!" One of them jeered. You felt anger bubble up at the nickname. How dare they talk to him that way! You didn't say anything when you heard your boyfriend laugh. Not a friendly laugh. A laugh that made you feel a bit scared.

 "And you're still fucking your hand." He spat out venomously, his grip on your waist tightening. "Look at them again and I'll personally make sure I'm the last thing you see." He gave the boy a smile and continued to walk to your house. Your parents were out for the weekend, so he knew what he was doing. Once you were home, Oikawa's mood only seemed to worsen. He was twitchy, closed off, trying his damndest not to touch you for too long. It made you wonder what he had in mind and why he wouldn't speak to you. "Oikawa." He inhaled sharply. "Either tell me what I did wrong, tell me what I can do to help you, or go home." You crossed your arms, letting him know how serious you were.

 "Fuck." He cursed softly and ran a hand through his hair. "Well. Ever since this morning when someone tried to slap your ass I've been trying my hardest not to take you any chance I got. I want to mark you up enough to show them all that you belong to me. You're my partner, my love, my trustworthy person. Not there's. I want to be the only person who can touch you and see you as vulnerable as I do. I'm your boyfriend and you're my everything." His speech would have been sweet had he not been looking at you like he was mentally already fucking you. "Can I?" He asked suddenly, breaking your thoughts.

 "Wh-what?" You blushed a bit. What was he asking you? To fuck you? You had only done it two or three times previously and he was never aggressive, though you knew he could've been if you weren't so scared of it...

 "Can I claim you? Will you let me show everyone that I'm the only one who can do anything like that with you?" As he spoke, he approached you, putting his hands on the wall behind you. You swallowed thickly, feeling yourself start to get a bit wet from the idea. You nodded a bit eagerly and he shook his head. "I need a verbal answer. Please."

 "Y-yes." You choked out. "Yes, claim me." What was happening to you? He never usually had this effect on you. Maybe it was the way he'd spoken earlier, or the feeling of his already hard cock pressed against your thigh, or his words, so full of honey and spice, that soaked your brain and addled your movement. He picked you up in strong, caring hands and pinned you to the wall. Your legs wrapped around him for support and he smiled.

 "Thank you." He whispered. He nibbled on your earlobe, then your chin then went to your neck and started to make multiple hickeys and bruises, biting a few places as well. While he marked up your neck, you undid the buttons of his cardigan and shirt, loosening his tie with expert fingers and helping him shrug off the upper body portion of his uniform.  Without having to speak, the two of you collaborated to remove your cardigan and button-up. He kept your tie on, which you didn't mind, and cupped your breasts in his hands, massaging them before moving his hands to your back and, surprisingly, unclasping it. You bit your lip. When did he learn how to work your bras? Was this something he had planned out? It wouldn't be below the setter to do so. He planned everything.

 "Y/N." He whispered, catching your attention. "Let's go to the bedroom." You nodded and he set you down, letting you walk while you still could as you picked up your shirts and cardigans, along with his tie, and followed your tall boyfriend to your bedroom. He had clothes here, courtesy of your love of his scent, so you weren't too worried about that.

 You set the uniform clothes down and sat on your bed. He took his belt off and set it with the rest of your uniforms, undoing his jeans and letting them follow. His socks were long gone, leaving him in his boxers. You ran your hands up his thighs, making small noises issue from his throat as you touched the sensitive skin, and watched the tent in his boxers grow larger.

 "Y-Y/N." He moaned, petting your hair. "Let me fuck you." He looked down at you, lust filling his eyes, clouding his reason. You swallowed again and nodded, laying back on the bed. He helped you situate and removed your panties, hiking your skirt up to give himself more access to your now dripping cunt. "Fuck you look so good like this." He groaned, eyes raking up and down your body. You blushed and shut your legs, looking away. "No, no don't hide it!" He whined, stroking your thigh. "Please?" You spread your legs again and yelped as he threw them over his shoulders.

 "Tooru what are you d- aAh~" You cut off into a moan as he licked your throbbing pussy, flicking his tongue over your clit. A hand shot up to cover your mouth and he cooed, kissing your thigh. "B-be careful." You warned, and let him attach his lips to your throbbing core, running your fingers through his hair. He'd given you head before, and you gave him the same, but never like he was doing now. Now, he acted as if you were the first meal he'd had after weeks of starving on a deserted island and it was hot.

 His tongue dug into your hole, occasionally coming back out to flick over your clit before returning to its job. You moaned his name, letting your thighs squeeze around his head, knowing he could handle it. Oikawa took the squeeze as encouragement and redoubled his efforts, wet noises emitting from his actions and making you turn bright red. You felt a heated sensation build in your gut and you moaned out a warning. He pulled back just as you were about to cum, denying your orgasm. He smirked and waited a moment, then returned to his actions. Eventually, you warned him again, and again he stopped. He licked his lips and cleaned his face off on a rag you kept for messy nights on your own.

 "You taste amazing." He commented, bringing bright red color to your cheeks. "Can I fuck you?" He asked, already knowing the answer. You whimpered out a hurried 'yes' and he smirked. "I knew you'd say that~." He reached in his pants pocket and pulled a condom out, rolling it on and pressing his tip to your entrance. "Ready?"

 You nodded and he started slow, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls spreading and stretching to accommodate his size and girth. He wasn't large, but he was far from small. You cried out in pleasure and reached up, scraping his back with your nails. He groaned and grabbed your tie. You'd forgotten he didn't remove it. A sharp tug and it tightened around your throat, making you gasp and quiet yourself.

 "Good little pet~" He praised, stroking your cheek. "Be quiet now, someone might hear you~" His voice was husky with lust, teasing you. Your hands gripped his shoulders but you kept quiet as he started at a decent pace. You couldn't help but let small moans escape, though he didn't mind and seemed to be encouraging the small noises. It didn't take him long to have you pressed between him and the mattress, fucking you hard.

 "T-toor-ru I'm g-gon-na cum!" You moaned out, scratching long red lines into his back. Suddenly, it was gone. All the friction, the movement, just stopped. You whimpered and looked up at him, pleading with him to let you cum. You'd already been denied an orgasm twice, now being three times. "Tooru." You begged. "Please, no more. I need to cum." You begged him.

 "I'm not convinced." That was all he said before resuming his previous pace of pounding you into the sheets. You cried out his name and felt your tie tighten once again, but you didn't care. You wanted to cum, needed to cum, and he knew it. The bastard knew it and he was keeping it from you, dangling it at arm's reach.

 It took a lot longer than he'd originally thought, but eventually, you were exactly as he'd been wanting, needing to see all day. A moaning mess, begging for his permission to cum. It made his cock twitch. He smiled and kissed you, slamming into you harder as a yes. It only took a few thrusts for you to clench around his cock and cum, and that one orgasm beat every orgasm before it nearly ten-fold. He slowed down gradually, having filled the condom, and pulled out.

 He removed and disposed of the condom, cleaned up and cleaned the sheets, then carried you to the bathroom. He started a bath, filling the tub with warm water and your favorite scented bubbles. You smiled at him, leaning into his chest as he lowered the two of you into the tub.

 "I love you, Tooru." You mumbled tiredly, voice hoarse from your noises.

 "I love you too, Y/N." He kissed your forehead and cleaned you up. Once you were both cleaned and dressed, he made you some tea with honey and curled up with you, peppering your face with kisses and rubbing at whatever sores and bruises you said hurt. The Grand King was good at much more than volleyball, naturally, and you considered him to be a true monarch when it came to aftercare.

 Eventually, you fell asleep in his arms, feeling safe and protected. He tried his best to stay awake but it didn't take long for him, too, to fall into a nap. The day's stress had melted into a loving cuddle with his partner, and it couldn't have been more perfect. 

[mantecol]

I think all genshin characters should get the oikawa, flattykawa treatment. some of y'all hallucinating they have asses and they barely have chest 😭 kaeya has a pre pubescent kid chest man, is flat as fuck

[hcneymilkks]

Month

A fake dating au but make it marriage. Two best friends scroll on social media and notice a trend where newlyweds send invites to famous celebrities to see what will happen? An appearance? A gift? Who knows. For the two best friends, as a joke, set up a fake wedding and request the most expensive gifts with the option of money. Sending invites to celebrities ranging from Kim Kardashian to even the Queen, they are surprised and shocked to realize that not only were gifts being delivered nearing the “big day” but a request to be part of the celebration causes the two friends to create a fake marriage in the smallest amount of time they have. 

University AU! Aged-up Haikyuu Characters!

Fashion Designer/Psychologist Oikawa

Humanities Y/N

Rain splattered on the window, causing little droplets here and there to roll down with no hesitation. The quiet hums of lo-fi music made its way around the little bedroom, with vigorous typing accompanying it. 

Backspace.

Enter. 

Click and delete. 

Brain throbbing, a sigh escaping from the lips.

It was no use, the longer the computer was stared at, the more your brain felt like mush.

“Damn him and using me to do his research analysis.”

Speak of the devil.

“Y/n!”

You stood up, turning around and crossing your arms with a glare. There he stood, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe with a sly smirk on his face.

Tooru Oikawa.

“How’s the report going? I hope to see it done by tomorrow?”

“Fuck you,” you strided over and pushed his arms, causing him to slightly lose balance. “Just tell me how you managed not getting kicked out yet. I swear you casted a spell on your professors or something. It's like you don’t do anything.”

He feigned hurt. “I do!” He whined. “Just not class related.” He pushed past you and flung yourself onto the bed, burying his face into your freshly washed sheets. “I’m designing a new clothing line inspired by the different volleyball team colours.”

“Is this your way at relieving the pain from not making it to nationals?” you snickered, remembering how pissed off he was after Ushijima told him he should have gone to Shiratorizawa.

“I-you little shit. This is why I never tell you things.”

“Shut up shittykawa you literally are making me do your research proposal. I know nothing about psychology!”

“I’m helping you learn a new subject! It’s time to look into your own brain and see what’s wrong with you!”

…

Three.

Two.

One.

“OIKAWA YOU LITTLE SHIT!” you flung yourself on top of him, garnering an oomph! sound. You smacked his back repeatedly. 

He let it have your way, already coming up with a counterattack. 

With stinging hands and shallow breaths after saying nothing but curses, you stopped and climbed off of him. Immediately, he’s on top of you. Pinning your wrists and getting dangerously closer to your neck. You couldn’t lie, he was attractive, but knowing him and his two-faced personality, you’d rather stay friends. 

But did you really want to?

A part of him knew you wanted him, but was that a risk you were willing to take?

Deep breaths. 

A low chuckle. “You love me y/n. I know you do, and I also know you’d do anything for me.” He smirked and pressed a kiss oh so close to your lips, getting up and dusting off his black shirt.

“I’m leaving! Remember, the paper has to be done by tomorrow!”

The door closed and for a moment you looked at your ceiling.

Eyes wide. 

Taking a pillow, you screamed into it.

“SHITTYKAWA!”

“Here you hoe, now for once in your life do your own work.”

You stomped into one of the many University studios, aiming the folder at Oikawa’s head much to his dismay.

“Thank you love you!”

You glared at him and waved a hand. “You definitely owe me like five bowls of ramen after what you put me through. I can’t believe you made me read so much on children’s brains and development.”

“I mean they said to choose something I liked, so children and volleyball worked together. Plus, if I actually had to conduct the research, my nephew’s volleyball club would have been perfect.” He finally turned around after pinning the teal fabric to the mannequin, striding towards you and ruffling your hair.

You mumbled incoherent curses as Oikawa picked up his sketchbook, writing down a quick note before closing it.

“Let’s go, I’m starving.”

The fragrant air of spices and creamy broth filled the little shop, making you drool. Grateful that Oikawa was rich, you took the opportunity to order almost everything on the menu.

“Y/n isn’t that-” you growled at him and he smirked.

“Feisty, you know I love that.” he winked and you gagged.

While waiting for the food, both of you were scrolling on Instagram. Having most of the same friends, it was no surprise that your timelines almost looked identical. Rolling his eyes, Oikawa saw a group photo of most of the volleyball players Hinata was pictured with, wanting nothing more than to squish the little one. 

But then something caught your eyes. 

You looked up at Oikawa who seemingly had the same expression, eyes wide, yet confused.

The dead groupchat came back to life with a link sent by Matsukawa, something about a bet.

matthewkawa 

Look at this lol

Sent a link

[Youtube storytime: The Time I Invited Drake to My Wedding (Spoiler Alert: He Came!)]

hannamaki

Wait why would someone invite a celebrity? Aren’t they hard to ask?

nishinoyya

Wait that’s cool! Asahi-san can we invite Jason Derulo to our wedding?

acai

Wait...what? What wedding?

y/n

Waittt i’ve seen that video

Apparently as a joke the person sent lots of invites to different celebrities. Most of them gave gifts or money but I guess Drake went

iwachew

LOOL IMAGINE Y/N AND CRAPPYKAWA DOING THAT

yoyoinata

I can see that woah!

milkyama

Psh! Flattykawa and y/n. I can’t see it. y/n deserves better lol

fabkawa

OI TAKE THAT BACK STUPID

y/n

Oi don’t talk back to my child like that shittykawa

fabkawa

Shut up y/n and eat your ramen

You glared at him before saying thank you to the waiter. Both minds now occupied with the creamy ramen and soft boiled egg. 

Flipping a page, you smiled. There it was, the fake couple who both fell for each other, breaking so many rules. But who couldn’t resist?

Oikawa scrolled on the computer, typing and clicking. He swiveled around in his seat and went over to you, peering over your shoulder.

You smacked his arm. “Personal space excuse me!” He put his arm up in defence, smirking.

“Remember the post Matsukawa sent?

“Yeah. So what?”

“I made the wedding on May 14th and invited some celebrities. Who did you want to send an invite to?”

You dropped the book. “Say what?”

Oikawa dragged you from his bed and sat you down on his uncomfy chair. Indeed, the computer screen showed a cheesy website where people rsvp to weddings. Already half of the groupchat accepted and you know this had to be a joke.

“Oikawa are you dumb? Who are you marrying? Wait no, who would want to marry you?” you looked at him and he pouted.

“Iwa-chan said no, Mad Dog scares me, Ushijima is definitely a no, so you’re left.”

“Who said I would do it?”

“I invited Stray Kids.”

Are you kidding me?

“This isn’t real, we’re not gonna really get married right? I mean if we were technically speaking, the wedding is less than a month away and we don’t have money, a reception place or any other sappy wedding shit.” You looked at the list and sure enough, Stray Kids was there.

“No y/n nothing is going to happen trust me. Plus, who doesn’t like free gifts? I tried to ask for expensive gifts and money because someone’s wardrobe and apartment looks ugly as hell.”

“You better not be talking about me bitch. I’m gonna set that sketchbook on fire.”

Oikawa chuckled. “Add some more people on the list, I wanna see how far this can get.”

“I never said I agreed to it,” you mumbled but nonetheless added in a few of your favourite celebrities, including the queen. 

After all, if this worked, free money. What’s the harm in that?”

A lot went wrong after that.

It was three am a week after the planning and your phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Grumbling, you answered the call without looking at the number…..which was a stupid mistake.

“Y/N! HOW DO I CANCEL THE WEDDING?!”

“Relax Papi you said nothing would happen? Free money right?” you yawned not even realizing what you said.

Oikawa sputtered on the other line, shaking his head and ignoring how you called him Papi for some reason. “Yeah but uh...we have a little problem.” 

“Hm…”

“Jason Derulo accepted the invite ...and he can’t wait to see the ceremony.”

From that moment, you were fully awake. “WHAT?!!”

“What do you mean you can’t cancel the wedding?” you rubbed at your temples, losing more brain cells by the minute.

"Okay so apparently my last name is common around celebrities, seeing as my father owns different restaurants. So it’s not a surprise to them that they wouldn’t attend the wedding.’

“Fuck.” you breathed out. How did the both of you not realize this?

“Okay so um..what now?”

Oikawa ruffled his air. “We go through with it.”

"Fuck no.” 

“What why?”

You’re the one who thought of this crazy idea! It’s all your fault!” 

“But you’re the one who put Jason Derulo in there!”’

You smacked your forehead. “It was a joke and for free money! Look what you got us into.”

Yells back and forth, each blaming the other. It was like the night wasn’t going to end soon. Tired from the arguing, you smacked Oikawa’s chest. “Stupid,” you mumbled. “I don’t want to do this!”

Oikawa scratched the back of his neck. “But what if I want to?” You looked up at him confused. “You know, like how Hinata and Tobio fake dated but then became boyfriends.”

“Oikawa, that’s different. That’s dating, this is marriage. It’s adult stuff, I can barely cook!”

“I’ll cook for you.”

You walked away from him, going towards his balcony. The view was beautiful, seeing various stars and the lights shining from Tokyo. “This is too much for me to handle. You're a pain, you know that?”

He wrapped his arms around you and instinctively you snuggled closer to his chest, facing the view so he wouldn’t see your red cheeks.

"Remember when we were children? And we had a whole promise that we would be with each other forever?” you laughed. The classic child marriage pact. It was as if almost all friendships started with that promise. A promise to love and stay with each other no matter what.

“That’s child play.”

He started to rub circles with his thumbs on your arms, you feeling relaxed. “One month. Give me one month after the wedding. We’ll go on a honeymoon to London, I'll teach you how to cook, you can live with me, we can adopt a puppy.” Oikawa gulped and looked at you. “And if you don’t like it, we can pretend none of this happened. In fact i’ll stop bothering you with my assignments and my presence.”

One month. That sounded like a challenge. A challenge that Oikawa was willing to risk everything for. A month to make you fall for him.

“...so we’re splitting the gifts and money equally then, right?”

A/N: I’m back! This has been in my drafts for months. At first it was supposed to be Yuto from Pentagon but after getting into Haikyuu I was like fuck it and changed it to Oikawa. Also because yes LMAO. I hope you all liked it and let me know your comments! Part two will be in the works if people want it, for now its a oneshot aha. 

Much love!

tags: @babyworld , @bakuhoes-dumbass

[1tsnoya]

NOYA-SENPAI - it me- your internet thirsty hours bestie 💜 Can we get headcanons on the following babies introducing their s/o to the team for the first time? -> NOYA (obvs), BOIkawa, KEN-fucking-MA, kita PLEASE MARRY ME shinsuke and the sweet sweet SWEET bokuto? PLEASE AND THANK YOU I LOVE YOU 💜💜💜

a/n: hi eden ILY<3 this is to apologize for showing you bald kuroo-

✧･ﾟgetting introduced as their s/o ✧･ﾟ headcanons

pairings: nishinoya x reader, oikawa x reader, kenma x reader, kita x reader, bokuto x reader

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

noya

→ as soon as you two started dating, he wanted to tell the vbc

→ and he did hhshsjs

→ he was always talking about you at practice, the team knew so much about you

→ noya: “guys guess what!”

→ tsukishima: “let me guess, it has to do with (y/n)?”

→ noya: “no...well actually-”

→ so one day hinata was just like “let’s meet them!”

→ noya was SO up for it, he called you right after practice to make sure that it was okay

→ you couldn’t say no, you could just hear the excitement in his voice

→ so the next day at the end of school, he bolted to meet you after your last class

→ “hi baby!” he grabbed your hand “let’s go!”

→ next thing you know, your fingers are braided together and you’re running down the hallway to go to the gym-

→ you are so out of breath by the time you get there but he’s still bursting with excitement

→ he swung the gym doors open and just shouted - “everyone!! this is (y/n) !!”

→ he was like a 5 year old showing off a toy at show and tell-

→ since he talked about you so much, the team just instantly clicked with you

→ ugh they’re just so welcoming and friendly

→ since you connected with them so quickly, they added you to the vbc groupchat and invited you to come to their next practice

→ the team just adores you probably more than they like noya HAHA

→ tanaka is 100% your and noya’s wingman

oikawa

→ okay before you, this boy would just fly through relationships

→ we know this for sure bc his nephew made fun of him 😔 heart been broke so many times-

→ anyways, so when you started dating he wanted to keep it on the downlow

→ he didn’t wanna jinx it! he just wants to see your relationship grow and last for a long time

→ even though deep down he wanted everyone to know that you were dating

→ yeah even though it was supposed to be lowkey, he put a picture of you as his lockscreen

→ being in a relationship with flattykawa, i feel like he’d definitely screenshot any snaps you send him or just in general has a lot of pictures of you on his phone

→ secret relationship my ASS- what was he expecting???

→ his mindset was “who’s gonna go through the captain’s phone?? nobody caus-”

→ WRONG. IWAIZUMI CAN AND DID THAT EXACTLY

→ it wasn’t intentional, he just wanted to check the time but then saw a new face on oikawa’s phone..

→ so he took the phone, walked up to oikawa, and just SHOWED HIM THE LOCKSCREEN

→ oikawa was just — “HSBEJGSJK GIVE ME MY PHONE WHAT AREYOU”

→ then wow no surprise here. the whole team is 👀

→ iwaizumi teases him about this-

→ and then the whole team caught on

→ so an embarrassed oikawa called you and was like “can i introduce you to the team?”

→ he was lowkey peer pressured but we’re not gonna talk about that-

→ ofc you said yes. he was literally the captain of the team how could you not-

→ and when you met them, THE WHOLE TEAM JUST FLAMED YOUR BOYFRIEND

→ at first they were all welcoming and friendly. but after a few minutes passed, they were just—sigh rip oikawa

→ he’s was blushing like crazy at his teammates telling all of these embarrassing stories of him and you were just laughing hsksh

→ anywho the team loves u and when you occasionally show up to practice, it’s always an adventure

→ iwa is ur new bestie and kyoutani/mad dog tells you that if oikawa ever does something mean to you, he’ll beat the shit out of him

kenma

→ i feel like kenma wouldn’t purposely hide your relationship, he’s just not the type to be so loud about it yk?

→ one day you texted him when he was at practice, and the nekoma vbc saw your contact name

→ “keNMA?? who’s (y/n) with a RED HEART??”

→ kenma: “my? s/o?”

→ and kuroo freaked out on him for not telling him

→ kenma: “it’s not like i was hiding it?”

→ kuroo: “BROYOU DIDNTTELL USWGAT DOYOUMEA”

→ that whole practice. everyone was just breathing down kenma’s neck

→ “what are they like???” “kenma you sly dog when’d this happen??” “when can we meet them?” “are u gonna get maaaarrrieeeed??”

→ cue annoyed and kind of blushing kenma

→ when he told you about the team finding out, he surprisingly had asked you if you wanted to meet them

→ “they’re really dumb but they’ll love you”

→ so next practice, he met up with you and walked u to the gym

→ and when you got there.. there was just SCREAMING

→ kenma: “guys back off you’re gonna scare them”

→ kuroo is basically like.. a mom. throw all that cool guy shit out of the window

→ he’s like shaking ur hand at 85 mph “kenma has told us so much about you”

→ lev: “but we just found out yester-?”

→ yaku: “just let him have his moment”

→ you become the team mom! how could u not? these boys love you too much

→ “kenma why didn’t you tell us about them earlier??!!”

→ the team is super hype whenever you show up, and when you don’t they’re all pouty — “kenma where’s (y/n) ?🥺”

→ bonus: you, kenma, lev, kuroo, and yaku all play minecraft together. boom ultimate friend group.

kita

→ i feel like kita would hide your relationship for a few months

→ he’s a bit on the more reserved side? i’m not sure how to explain it but he would want to wait to make sure your relationship is going well enough to introduce you to his friends, family, etc.

→ and since he’s the captain of the volleyball team, he definitely wanted to let some time pass before introducing you

→ this boy literally cried when he realized that he was captain. he loves them but on the downlow hhdjsh

→ a few months in, kita was at practice and atsumu was just...

→ “kita?? come on now, you’re still single?”

→ HE DIDNT SAY ANYTHING LMFAO

→ “oh kitaaaa i know you hear me!”

→ kita: “hop off my dick pls❤️”

→ “nO listen i can help you out her-”

→ he thought about it for a quick second and thought that your relationship was in a good place so just flat out said “i’m seeing someone already”

→ atsumu: surprised pikachu face “wait fr FR??”

→ he was just in shock tbh LOL

→ kita’s confidence 📈📈

→ then the whole team kinda just gathered around

→ kita: “yeah. i’ve been seeing them for a few months”

→ ofc the team was happy for him. maybe a few teases here and there but yuh<3

→ atsumu was still >:O what

→ a few days passed and he had asked you if you wanted to meet the team

→ you agreed and were super pumped. he loved his team like i said earlier though, on the DOWNLOW

→ when you met them, they were very polite and respectful

→ it felt a little weird tbh SHSJJS

→ but nope here comes atsumu “have you two really been dating for so long?”

→ kita: “yes..??”

→ “oh. well, hi i’m atsumu! :) how is kita? like you know-?”

→ he teases you two about dating but is rooting for it

→ the first time meeting everyone was a little awkward but then everyone warmed up to you

→ like they became used to you coming to practice and would occasionally ask kita “how’s (y/n)?”

→ basically, you help kita with his captain duties and the team really appreciates you <3

bokuto

→ being captain, the team is like his family

→ so it’s barely a few days into your relationship and he’s like “you should come to one of our practices!!”

→ and he’s bouncing up and down as he mentions it

→ “i’ll show you all of my cool moves-OH you can see how we do this thing ca-”

→ yeahhh you couldn’t say no

→ the team didn’t even know he was dating someone, he wanted to surprise everyone

→ so when you randomly showed up to practice with your bf, they were just “??? bokuto who is this ???”

→ there were stars in his eyes and he had this huge smile, “MY S/O! :DD”

→ the team is very welcoming. they’re just caught off guard because they’re lowkey thinking “how did bokuto manage to hop into a relationship he’s basically a baby-”

→ they’re a little quiet at first but then warm up to you. then it’s just wild

→ well bokuto gets wild..

→ bokuto: “HEY HEY- (Y/N) DID YOU SEE THAT?”

→ he 100% goes tryhard for you

→ the team notices this.. THEY TEASE HIM

→ they wouldn’t stop so he went into emo mode for a few minutes

→ you: “is he?? okay??”

→ akaashi: “oh yeah, he gets like this. bokuto weakness #7-”

→ akaashi lowkey becomes your wingman even though he denies it

→ he teaches you whatever ‘weaknesses’ bokuto has that you might need to know

→ bokuto also talks to akaashi about you a lot after you meet so you become besties at practices

→ if he starts acting like a baby while playing a match, you know how to calm him down or cheer him up

→ and then he plays 10x better

→ but yeah the team really likes you because you know how to control bokuto hsjsjhs

→ when bokuto adds you to the vbc groupchat, that’s when you become good friends with the team

→ like it’ll occasionally blow up at midnight when you send a tiktok lol

[moon-nymphet]

♡ clubbing with the Haikyuu boys (nsfw) ♡

Oikawa

our flattykawa loves a good party, I think that’s pretty obvious

he’s undoubtedly the hottest whenever he steps into a club

that fact makes you feel a bit insecure because all girls literally drool over him even if you are standing right there next to him

but Oikawa sends them off right away by kissing you on the spot

after a couple of drinks he’ll be the flirtiest person alive with you (even more that he usually is) and you better get ready for the fucking tease he’s going to be for the rest of the night

freaking loves it when you throw that ass back for him, so you better have megan knees for Oikawa if City Girls start playing at the club

if things get a bit heated you’ll probably end up being fucked in the bathroom hehe (◠‿◠✿)

I can promise drunk sex with Toruu is the best sex ever, he’ll lift you up and fuck you against the wall while he whispers the dirtiest things your ears have ever listened to

you two usually get ready together before a night out even if you don’t live in the same house because you really care about each other’s advices and opinions about outfits

you probably are the funnier duo out of all the people you are with when you are drunk at the same time

lots of “I bet you wouldn’t dare to do this...” have ended in you doing real crazy things (not gonna say that you even did some ilegal things, but you did oops)

I’d say your most frequent party squad is conformed by Kuroo, Bokuto, the Miya brothers, Iwa-chan and Akaashi (yeah you hang out with the fuckboys)

Bokuto

if there’s no reggaeton don’t bring him to the party ‘cause boi is gonna be bored af

a party isn’t a party if there’s no Bokuto in it so make sure there’s reggaeton if you want Bokuto there :)

he hardly gets drunk but if he manages to do it, please be careful

Bokuto turns practically into a kamikaze when he’s drunk, anything that can endanger his existence as a human living being seems 1000 times more attractive for him

belive me he’s so funny to watch when he’s drunk, he’s literally the type of friend who would make you have your phone full of videos of him talking nonsense when drunk

super touchy, you won’t get him to detach his hands from ur booty in any moment of the night

he’ll be literally craving the 🐱 by the time you two get home 

this man never gets tired and he’ll have enough energies to eat you out for a while even if he’s drunk af

receiving drunk oral from Bokuto feels like touching heaven, he just lets his tongue dance on you and I won’t say no more ●‿●

please please please don’t make him jealous by dancing with another boy (even if it is Akaashi) if you don’t want him to have a mental breakdown that turns into a transient god complex and ends into the dirtiest sex you ever had (plus him degrading you while you are at it)

he can sometimes get into his emo mode if the alcohol kicks in in the wrong way but all you gotta do is cuddle him when you’re at home and whisper sweet things to him, he baby  ᵔᴥᵔ

Atsumu

can’t take his eyes off you in all night, and he’s literally glued to you

Tsumu’s toxic trait is wanting everybody to know you’re his and only his, so expect A LOT of PDA 

you can be sure that he will fucking fight any man that stares at you in a disrespectful way or touches you 

it’s common for him to get into the typical bar fight but it’s usually not his fault 

when you two dance together it’s like everybody else is an extra in the club and you’re the main characters in a hot music video

yeah you are the hot couple™ and everybody notices

will probably start teasing you by subtly and “innocently” caressing your thigh when you are in your way back home in an uber 

boi has been holding it in all night i’m sorry

he’s probably had a partying-all-weekends stage so he’s very familiarized with clubs and knows a lot of people 

a random “you look like an angel in that dress but I can’t wait to rip it off you when we get home” and he has you blushing to death 

knows how to dance and will use it against you :)

always hypes you up and boosts your confidence by 150% because for him you look hot asf in everything you wear

[doublekrecs]

ethanol (k. tetsuro)

ethanol (k. tetsuro)

synopsis: your lab partner in chem is annoying.

word count: 4.2 k

college!au, barista!akaashi, e2l, mean!kuroo, meg thee stallion stan!atsumu fem!reader

warnings: a lil angsty, swearing, nsfw, smut, some semi x reader smut, fingering, oral, face sitting, drunk sex, drinking, mentions of weed, degradation, hate sex??, unprotected sex, overstimulation, a lil breathplay?

walking into a stem class, especially chemistry, you expected at least a few girls to be in there with a male majority. it’s not that you didn’t get along with boys, in fact, your best friends were men themselves. but being a girl in a science class meant constantly being talked down upon, sometimes sexualized by some weird ass incels.

so when you walked into your small class as the only girl who knew no one with nowhere to sit, you settled for the next best thing: sitting next to a guy who had seemingly okay vibes. and you spotted exactly that. you couldn’t deny that he was kind of hot, a little rugged looking with his messy rooster hair. though he was only sitting down, you were also able to tell he had some height on him.

you took your seat next to him and waited in silence for the professor to start the class. this class is only a semester long. this repeated in your head like a mantra. one semester. one semester. and it’s next to a seemingly normal hot guy. you could do this. as the professor got right into the topic, you got to work right away. notes were scribbled, important topics were highlighted, your focus completely spent on the class.

“god, your perfume reeks. what did you do? dump the whole bottle?”

you looked to your left. gears were turning in your head and you felt yourself tense at the sound of his first spoken words. are you fucking serious? yeah, you liked your vanilla scented perfume. bokuto did, too. hinata loved it. akaashi was indifferent, but he never said anything negative. one semester, you repeated to yourself. one semester.

“your hair looks like absolute shit, but you don’t see me complaining about it.”

and that was your first impression of kuroo tetsuro, your lab partner. a complete asshole.

-

“and he fucking asked me if i dumped a bottle of perfume on myself! i’m not going to survive this semester with this rooster bitch.”

you sighed loudly and turned to bokuto and hinata who listened intently. while you came down from your red, hot anger, the faces of these two angels helped you feel good again.

“i’m sorry, (y/n), but there’s this one guy in my math class you might get along with. he said he was taking the same chem class, so just tell me when you need help,” bokuto responded, putting his arm around you, “but for now, it’s dinner time.”

“from where?”

“osamu. hinata won a bet against atsumu and now we have free onigiris.”

hinata snickered in the kitchen while akaashi typed away on his laptop. your roommates really were the sweetest.

-

for the next two weeks, the class slowly started more and more labs. you and kuroo mostly stayed silent unless you needed to talk about what to do with various liquids or what solid formed from what. it was okay like this. he was tolerable, except when-

“you’re off by one mililliter.”

“what?”

“you heard me, you’re off by a milliliter.”

you turned to kuroo and your sight is met with his usual stoic expression, “does it even matter? this is a huge beaker and one milliliter is like nothing compared to the rest of the solution.”

“you want to get consistent results, don’t you? so stop being sloppy or else we’re both going to fail this class. you can’t treat this class like the way you treat your perfume.”

shock took over, then boiling anger.

“sloppy? you come here looking like a fucking rooster.”

“what do you mean?”

“have you brushed your fucking hair in the last 3 years? have you looked in the mirror?”

just one semester. one semester.

you calmly composed yourself, remembering that bokuto and hinata had planned a movie night. you can get through this stupid class period. -

“and he lost his shit over one fucking milliliter! can you believe it?”

akaashi listened as he poured the milk into your coffee. you always liked to visit the cafe during the slow hours to check up on your roomie. plus, the quiet atmosphere, the smell of pastries, and akaashi’s pretty face was the perfect setting for ranting about your stupid fucking lab partner.

“i don’t know, (y/n). he’s a bit of an asshole, but maybe he’s just meticulous. it could be a good thing, you know.”

“metic-a-what? i need you to translate your big boy vocabulary, kaash.”

“you know i hate that nickname.”

“yet you have no problem when bokuto calls you that. you’re warming up.” he sighed in response while you gave a toothy grin back up at him.

“you got me there. but what i’m trying to say is that he pays attention to small details. he looks at little intricacies, especially in your assignments.”

“intri-ca-what?”

-

the next month of chem went by fast. you and kuroo had little snarky remarks here and there, but nothing too bad. he was just less of an asshole for right now.

you sat in your usual spot with the same scent of vanilla lingering on you since the first day of school. the class period went by with the usual routine: notebook? check. pen? check. highlighters? check. asshole lab partner? check. until halfway through the lecture-

“shit.” the highlighter ink was running low, your notes were getting less and less vibrant. while you knew highlighting signified some kind of shallow understanding of the subject, color coding helped you organize your thoughts.

you made a note to yourself to buy a new pack the next day.

but then the next day came and there was already a new one at your desk. midliners, in fact, the ones with prettier colors. the ones that were slightly more expensive than your usual ones with a post it note that read your name on it. you had no problem with accepting this anonymous gift, picking it up with admiration shining in your eyes. now you can continue class with your usual routine: notebook? check. pen? check. highlighters? check. asshole lab partner? check.

-

“so no one was going to tell us that we were going to throw a party tonight?”

akaashi spoke sternly to the two children on the couch while you prepared some snacks. for a party. that you discovered was happening tonight. ten minutes ago.

“aghaaashi, we haven’t thrown one in awhile. plus, it’s been awhile since all of us drank together.” bokuto whined. hinata had his full puppy dog eyes on as if he was a little boy begging their dad for a puppy.

“fine. but if anyone throws up, you guys are the ones cleaning the bathroom.”

while akaashi turned around, the children celebrated by excitedly putting out their drinks. this was going to be a long night.

-

there’s some whores in this house. there’s some whores in this house. there’s some whores in this house.

dim lights? check. henny and sprite? check. meg thee stallion? check. the basic tools necessary for a fun night.

tsumu drunkenly held onto you as if you were some kind of pillar. who knew it only took a few shots for such a big man to lose his ability to walk straight?

“(y/n)!!! wap is playing!!!”

“i know, baby, it’s your song!!”

“i know damn well flattykawa isn’t stealing the fucking show!! hold my drink, babe.”

that’s when you kissed his cheek good luck and your buddy disappeared onto the dance floor. and your eyes were met with the sight of a pretty boy staring at you.

“kaashi, who’s that?” your roommate turned to you, the pretty boy, then back to you.

“semi eita. he was in one of my literature classes. he was also on the volleyball team at shiratorizawa in high school.”

“the one with big daddy ushiwaka?”

“yeah,” he grimaced, “he’s in a band now.”

“A BAND??”

“you know what? just remember to use protection-“

kaashi was interrupted by the sight of tsumu throwing it back to hinata. the tangerine haired child really was doing his best, but tsumu was a big man. although, he really did show oikawa up.

“shoyo is so small. is he going to be okay?”

“not my problem.”

your focus went back up to the blondish grey haired musician. ruffled hair, cuffed jeans, a loose shirt. semi eita. huh. you took your last sip and discarded the red solo cup. you took another peak at him. bedroom eyes.

“hey, (y/n), the guy in my math class just got here- oh.”

“i’m gonna have to meet him some other time, bokuto.”

kuroo poured himself another drink and immediately found bokuto full of energy and red faced from the alcohol. a hyena laugh filled the room at the sight of hinata and tsumu, until he scanned the rest of room and saw you. in the hallway. with some guy with grey hair. who you led to an empty room. his heart dropped a little, but he didn’t know why.

“hey, my roommate is kinda busy right now so i can’t really introduce you two,” bokuto apologized, “why do you look like that?”

“like what, owl head?”

“sad.” he spoke with concern.

“oh, i thought i saw this one girl from one of my classes. but it doesn’t matter. let’s go drink.”

-

not even ten minutes later, you were in your bedroom with the pretty grey haired musician, most of your clothes already on the floor. you straddled him and cupped his face as his lips met yours, then your neck, then your shoulder.

his fingers found their way into your panties, quickly finding your clit as he sucked the sweet spot on your neck.

“s-semi.” you whined, grinding on his hand.

“you wanna cum on my fingers first, babe?”

you nodded quickly, lips once again meeting his. he laid you down on your bed, head resting in the crook of your neck. you felt two fingers enter you as semi curled them, his thumb rubbing your clit. the pace was agonizingly slow, but the more vocal you were, the more he sped up.

“you’re so fucking wet, baby. you’re so fucking tight.” he mumbled in your ears.

his mouth made contact with your nipple, swirling his hot tongue over the hardened bud. his mouth continued to move south, eventually replacing his thumb. you felt his tongue circle your clit quickly as his fingers continued the assault on your g spot. you clenched around his fingers, letting out small whines as the coil in you began to tighten.

“i’m going to cum, semi.” you breathed out.

he let out a low groan of affirmation, “don’t hold back, then.” his fingers began to move faster, your g spot being hit even harder. his mouth was back on your clit, sucking the small nub harshly. your thighs began to shake as his fingers fucked you through your high.

he pulled his fingers and his mouth met yours once again, your teeth pulling on his bottom lip. his fingers were brought up to your lips and you sucked on them greedily. this was going to be one hell of a night.

-

the crackling sound of the oil filled your ears as akaashi cracked some eggs onto the pan. the smell of food and coffee drifted in the apartment. the morning after was always nice for you two since you guys rarely drank a ridiculous amount of alcohol. sure, you had to take out some trash and clean up here and there, but surprisingly, no one threw up last night.

“when do you think bokuto and hinata are going to wake up this time?” you asked sipping your coffee while akaashi added rice onto the pan.

“hinata’s awake, he just feels like shit. bokuto fell asleep in the bath tub, so you know the drill.”

you nodded, walking up to the fridge to make your classic hangover concoction. as if on cue, bokuto walked into the living room with his fingers pressed onto his temple and hair looking all sad.

“good morning, you baby.”

“you hooked up with semi, didn’t you?” bokuto responded with a smirk on his face.

“i did what?”

and that was the moment semi decided to emerge from your bedroom shamelessly. his hair was messy, his clothes were all disheveled, and the memories from last night hit you all at once. you didn’t even notice that he was sleeping next to you in your bed when you walked straight to the kitchen for breakfast.

“morning.” he smiled at you and gave you a peck on the cheek. bokuto snickered while akaashi was unphased by the interaction.

“morning.” you responded, your face getting hot as you recalled the events of last night. he was good. very good. you couldn’t deny the fact that he had some talented fingers. and a pretty good stroke game.

“you want any coffee?” akaashi offered, as semi headed towards the door.

“no, i’m good. i’m supposed to eat breakfast with wakatoshi.” he replied groggily. semi let out a yawn and bid bokuto and akaashi a farewell before he pulled you aside.

“thanks for last night. call me if you want to do it again some other time. or not.”

you nodded, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks as he left.

“(y/n), you fucking asshole!! you were supposed to get with the guy in my math class!! i knew him in high school he’s a big sweet nerd!” bokuto whined.

“yeah, yeah, i’ll meet him when there’s another party. me and semi were just a one time thing.” you brushed him off as you put all the ingredients in the blender for the hungover children.

-

“all of you are going to have to collaborate with your partner for this lab report.”

you threw your head back with a silent groan. this was going to be a long assignment. you looked to the asshole on your left. his face was expressionless as he looked back at you.

“i know you despise me, but we both want an A on this.”

you couldn’t disagree with him. he had become more tolerable the past few months, often lending you notes that you had missed with the addition of some snarky comment. plus, you often got good scores on your assignments, some of his insight being helpful. at this point, you had developed the habit of going to the cafe akaashi worked at after to rant. he would make you some coffee, lend you some advice, and calm you down as you ranted about your asshole lab partner. it was a whole routine.

“fine. the cafe after class. my friend works there and it isn’t too crowded.”

“okay.”

the rest of the class period went by in the blink of an eye and you finally found yourselves entering the small shop. the scent of coffee and pastries filled your nostrils and a sense of happiness and familiarity flowed through your veins.

“kuroo?” akaashi furrowed his eyebrows.

“kaaaashi!!” he responded excitedly, “i didn’t know you worked here.”

“well, i gotta make money somehow. plus, (y/n) here likes to snag some free coffee during my shifts.” akaashi narrowed his eyes at you.

“wait, you two know each other?” you asked. how did this asshole know your sweet, stoic roommate?

“our volleyball teams played a lot in high school. i used to practice with bokuto and akaashi. you’re their roommate?”

the barista nodded as he prepared your iced coffee, “i was just at your party a week ago. small world.”

kuroo looked at you and the puzzle pieces came together in his head. so this was the cute roommate bokuto boasted about. not bad.

“how do you two know each other?”

“he’s my lab partner.” you grumbled quietly.

“you wanna say that a little louder, sweetheart?”

you flinched at the nickname while kaashi tried his best to hide a smile. it was a small world indeed.

the next few hours were spent sitting across from kuroo, entering data, highlighting important results, interpreting the recorded numbers. it was plain busy work in a cafe, but it oddly felt warm. when it came to writing about applications, kuroo seemed a little better than just tolerable. you would have an idea and he wouldn’t shut it down. instead, he engaged in them and spoke with intent. you would make a small connection to an environmental solution and his face would light up and his eyes would widen in excitement. the input that followed was filled with insight and it almost felt like his heart would pour out. he really did live and breathe chemistry. it was nice to see someone just as passionate as you are.

the bell of the cafe rang signifying another customer. you instinctively looked up, your face immediately lighting up.

“tsum-tsum!!” you jumped excitedly, “i haven’t seen you since you threw back to hinata bokuto’s party!!”

“please do not remind me,” he said with a disappointed sigh, but quickly turned back to his trademark smirk, “but did i look better than flattykawa?” he asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“no.”

“wow, that was cold.”

while tsumu ordered his muffin, you let kuroo know that you were going to take a small ten minute break to catch up with tsumu to which he responded with a grumble.

you quickly got up and sat at another table with tsumu, quickly catching up about the past week and telling him all about kuroo.

“ooo (y/n), you wanna kiss him so bad? he probably wants it, too. i can feel his death glares.” tsumu said with a wide grin and raised eyebrows.

“what? no! that’s my asshole lab partner!” you whisper yelled back.

“whatever you say. the fact you two hate each other thickens the sexual tension, baby girl,” tsumu stood up and placed a kiss on your cheek, “remember to come to my volleyball game on friday, there’s gonna be a party at later that night. i’m sure bokuto told you already.”

you nodded and pulled him into a hug before he left.

“so miya atsumu, huh?” kuroo spoke up as you returned with your iced coffee.

“what about him?”

“you’re dating? i don’t see another reason to waste time that could be used on a project that’s worth a good chunk of our grade.” he replied snarkily.

“he’s a friend, i don’t see why you need to be a dick about me wanting to catch up with a friend.” your head hurt. fifteen minutes ago, he was sweet and insightful. but now, he was a cold asshole again. what the fuck was this guy’s problem?”

“well maybe you should stop slutting around with your ‘friends’ while we’re supposed to be working.” you scoffed. slutting around? is he fucking serious?

“i can’t believe i thought you were a sweet person for a few hours. i can’t stay here if i’m just going to get slut shamed for the rest of our work time. i’ll see you in class tomorrow, you fucking asshole.”

you got up and checked up on akaashi who was already clocking out. he was going to get an earful on the way home tonight.

-

“(y/n), you better not hook up with anyone tonight. you’re meeting my classmate tonight and i don’t want to have to tell him that you were ‘busy’ again.” bokuto pointed at you with a stern look on his face.

“yeah okay, ko.”

“good.”

you walked out to the living room with some light makeup and a skirt. hinata’s eyes lit up as he sped towards you. akaashi rolled his eyes while bo coughed.

“(y/n), you look so pretty!! when did you get that skirt? oh my!!” hinata poked and bombarded you with compliments and questions like the sweet child he is.

“(y/n), why are you wearing your horny stress outfit?” akaashi asked, glaring at the skirt.

“my what?”

“whenever you want to relieve some stress by hooking up with someone, you wear a skirt, dummy,” bo explained, “oh no. the victim better be my math buddy.”

you huffed. sure, they weren’t wrong, but still.

“is this about your lab partner?” akaashi questioned, pulling you aside from bokuto and shoyo.

“maybe,” you paused, “okay, yeah, but there’s been so much tension after that incident and i hate it. it’s stressing me out and the project is due in a few days. let me hook up with bo’s friend.”

“fine.”

-

dim lights? check. henny and sprite? check. meg thee stallion? check. the basic tools necessary for another fun night. now, you were just waiting for bo’s nerd friend to appear.

“tsum tsum!!” you yelled happily, immediately jumping into the arms of one of your best friends.

“i’m glad you made it, (y/n), i missed your ass,” he kissed your cheek, “so who’s the victim tonight?”

“bo’s friend if he’s into that. i’m supposed to be meeting him here.”

“ohhh, the nerdy one, right?”

you nodded while taking a sip of your drink. you already felt more relaxed from the environment of the party. plus, a faint scent of weed filled your nose. it was probably from suna.

“kuroo-san!!” bokuto called out. wait. did you hear him correctly?

“bokuto-san!!” oh, no.

“(y/n), come here! this is my friend from high school! the math one-”

you and kuroo stared at each other, his face expressionless, yours morphing into disbelief. everything bokuto said drowned in the background noise of the party. and suddenly, you connected the dots. oh shit.

“y-you!” you pointed at him, unable to form a full sentence.

“me?”

“yeah, you!”

bokuto paused and watched the scene happening in front of him, “you two know each other?”

“he’s my lab partner, you dumbass!” you yelled while bokuto’s hair spiked up in nervousness. he decided to slowly back away and find hinata before something happened to him.

you poured more henny into your red solo cup and prepared another drink for kuroo. yeah, he was an ass, but you might as well give him a chance to loosen up. maybe get an apology. you held out the cup to him and he muttered a small thank you.

“so,” he started, “our project is due in a few days.”

you sat down next to him while mindlessly playing with the ends of your skirt, “yeah, i guess.” you two sat in awkward silence for another minute.  

“look, asshole-”

“i was just about the apologize, but then you decided to bitch again-”

“you didn’t talk and i want to leave this situation immediately so i can go hook up with-”

“with semi? with atsumu? is that the reason you came?”

“you’ve been on my goddamn nerves lately, i think i’m allowed to sleep with whoever i want so that i can relieve some-”

you were cut off by a pair of soft lips on yours. maybe it was the alcohol, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. the taste of liquor and something sweet on his mouth was intoxicating and you wanted more of it. but you hated him. he was your asshole lab partner after all. but he was also an excellent kisser. kuroo pulled away quickly, but before he can say anything, you spoke.

“what the fuck was that, kuroo?”

“i don’t know, but do you want to do it again?”

“...yes.”

and so you both got up, drunkenly stumbling to a random room. you were immediately pushed onto a bed, kuroo sucking on the spot below your ear as he pinned your body down to the bed.

“you know, i fucking hate the smell of vanilla, but because of you, it’s become one of my favorite scents,” you blushed at the comment as he pulled down your underwear beneath your skirt, “lace, huh? were you planning to get laid?”

“you’ve been stressing me out, what do you fucking think?” you responded with an attitude.

he began rubbing your clit in small circles and you let out a small sigh of relief, “so, you’re a fucking brat, huh? is this how it’s going to go?”

“well, you’re a fucking asshole, so i don’t know how else you expected this to happen.” he pressed harder and quickened his pace as you mewled under him. he found the sweet spot on your neck and began to suck harshly. you felt two fingers enter you slowly while thumb continued the assault on your clit.

“f-faster, tetsuro,” you cried out as he sucked more hickies onto your neck. he curled his fingers and assaulted your g-spot harshly while you clenched on his fingers.

“you’re already close, i can tell,” and then he halted his movements, “but i don’t think you deserve to cum yet.” you whined.

and with that, he entered his fingers into your sensitive cunt once again, kissing his way down your body until he reached your clit which he greedily sucked. you let out small whimpers and moans and you swore you felt him smirk. then a sudden feeling of emptiness.

“fuck you!” you pushed kuroo off of you, getting on top and straddling his lap, “i’ll make myself cum.”

your lips met in a heated kiss and he groaned as you grinded on his clothed crotch, “you’re a fucking brat.”

“i don’t care. shut the fuck up and let me sit on your face.”

he brought your pussy up to his head and gripped your thighs ensuring that you would stay in place while you lifted up your skirt. you felt kitten licks on your clit which only made you go lower until you were able to feel more of his tongue. he licked a strip from your pussy back up to your nub, sucking it harshly. you let out another moan, gripping his hair which only egged him on. the wet muscle found its way into your pussy and fucked you deliciously.

“fuck, tetsu, i’m coming-”

with the sounds you made, your skirt, your tits, and the feeling of your pussy on his mouth, kuroo thought he was going to cream his pants. you shamelessly grinded on his face until the knot in your stomach became tighter and tighter until it eventually broke.

you removed yourself from his face and appreciated the image of your juices on his face, his thick lashes, and sharp cheekbones, until you snapped out of it and went to work on discarding his pants. slipping off his underwear, his cock sprang free. pre cum spilled from the pink tip. sucking a hickey on his inner thigh, you took his cock into your hand, slowly moving it up and down to agitate him as he thrusted into your fist. taking the tip in your mouth, you sucked gently until his hands found themselves tangling into your hair and pushed your head down until he hit the back of your throat.

“you look so good with your mouth stuffed full of my cock,” you sucked in your cheeks and he let out another groan, “who knew this was the way to get you to shut the fuck up.”

you could only moan at his response, sending vibrations down his dick. your head bobbed up and down until you pulled him out of your mouth. you smirked, drool and pre cum dripping down your chin, knowing you gave him a taste of his own medicine.

bringing up your lips to his ear, you spoke, “how does it feel now?”

he replied by pushing down onto the bed and pinning down your wrists. you could feel his tip rubbing your clit, “i was planning to cum in your pussy anyways, slut.”

you felt yourself get wetter at the sound of his voice until he swiftly pushed himself, instantly bottoming out. the stretch stung, but the mix of pleasure and pain had you wanting more. your skirt cinched around your waist, the sight making him even harder.

“fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he gave you another kiss before he pulled out all the way and snapped his hips back into you.

his mouth made it way onto your hardened nipple, swirling the bud with his tongue as he set a fast pace for his thrusts. you were vocal, whining every time he buried his cock inside of you. wanting you closer, kuroo harshly grabbed your ass and pulled your body into a new position that hit deeper into you.

“you’re a fucking slut, you know that?” his pace quickened. you were a babbling mess, your breasts bouncing and the knot in your stomach tightening. the sound of your moans and skin slapping against skin filled the room as you came closer to your high. his hand squeezed the sides of you neck firmly. the only thing you were able to feel was him.

“you think atsumu can fuck you like this?”

you were unable to respond coherently as he pounded harder into you, your legs wrapping his waist as you came again. he kept going.

“how about i make you cum again, brat?”

“i-i don’t think i can,” you whimpered.

“sure, you can,” he gripped your hips tighter, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix. you felt completely spent, but he refused to quit. he brought his hand down to your clit, rubbing it harshly in fast circles and you felt your second high coming.

“f-fuck (y/n).” he let out a final groan as your pussy milked his cock while you saw stars.

kuroo laid on the bed while you two distanced yourselves. you didn’t know what to say, so you scanned your surroundings.

“shit.” you muttered. “what?”

“this is atsumu’s room.”

you both looked at each other for a few seconds before he let out a hyena laugh. you giggled along with him.

“how do you know?”

“i’ve been in here before. just didn’t quite register where we were. we could have fucked in a closet and i wouldn’t notice.” you answered in a light tone.

“so, you’ve been in atsumu’s room before?”

“i mean, yeah. to hang out and stuff,” you turned to him, “why do you care so much?”

“well i thought that reason was obvious considering we just had sex,” he grumbled, “now we’re three feet apart and everything feels awkward.”

“i mean i couldn’t tell if it was just sexual tension from hate or if you actually liked me. it’s kind of hard to tell considering other.. events?”

“well, i like you. i thought you were pretty ever since the first day i met you. i just didn’t know how to tell you so i insulted your perfume and gave you some highlighters,” he rubbed the back of neck, “sorry.” he added quietly.

“sorry,” he looked at you in shock, “for, uh, calling you an asshole, i guess.” you mumbled looking back at him.

“i’m also sorry for calling you a slut. i might have been a bit jealous when i saw you with atsumu. and semi that one night.” he awkwardly laughed and looked the opposite direction.

so he wasn’t good with his words. you scooted your body closer to him and wrapped your arms around him as you got into position to straddle his lap. your head rested on the crook of his neck and his breath hitched.

“don’t worry. you don’t have to say anything.” you kissed the spot below his ear and beamed at him when you pulled away. he swore his heart skipped a beat.

“why are you blushing?” you asked, smirking up at him.

“it’s the ethanol,” he said quickly attempting to hide his face by looking away, “you know how alcohol makes your face turn red and stuff.”

“is the alcohol also the only reason we just fucked?”

“n-no!”

“then do you want to go another round?” you asked innocently, grinding on him once again.

“ye-”

“(y/n)? what the fuck did you and rooster head do in my bed?”