#wtf tooru!?

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

oikawa fucking your throat while iwaizumi is in the room next door...

his hand is on the back of your head, keeping you from bumping into the bathroom cupboard every time he bottoms out. his pubes tickle your nose and you gag around his cock, making him to bite down on his lip in order to muffle the loud groan that's forcing its way up his throat.

he doesn't pull out.

he strokes your cheek with his free hand instead, a sick smile playing on his lips as he stares down at you. "y'have to be quiet, baby... or iwa is going to hear you, okay?"

beads of sweat form above his brows, his cheeks are dusted pink and his voice is raspier than ever and it's easy to forget the ache in your knees when you get to see him unraveling like this in front of you.

his hair is a mess, too – just before coming in here, he had his head on your lap, quietly purring as you played with his soft curls. iwaizumi was sat at the other end of the couch, his eyes glued on the tv screen where the movie oikawa himself had chosen.

you think this was his plan all along – to pick a film his friend would love so he could toy with you instead.

iwaizumi didn't notice the way oikawa kept kneading your thighs as he laid there on top of you, how his fingers inched further between your legs with every breath he took. iwaizumi didn't notice the way oikawa kept squirming, or the way he kept trying to readjust his pants.

(or at least, you think iwaizumi missed it all.)

you tried to make him stop, your body burning from his teasing touch. glancing over at iwaizumi, you were glad to never meet his gaze – like a statue he was, eyes set forward as if was built that way. maybe he really did just like the film so much..

oikawa knows that's not the case.

he knows the film is the last thing on iwaizumi's mind right now.

he has seen the way he looks at you sometimes, how iwaizumi flushes a pretty shade of dark pink whenever he happens to see you bending over. or when you sit a little too close to him by accident – oikawa doesn't mind, he can tell you're not doing it on purpose. it's not like iwaizumi is doing any of it on purpose either; the way he screws his eyes shut after catching himself staring at you while your boyfriend, his best friend, is in the same room. he feels bad, he feels awful about having these thoughts. these filthy ideas.

but he really can't help it.

oikawa isn't making it any easier for him either; he's constantly all over you and while iwaizumi knows that he is very touchy, the eye-contact oikawa makes with him as he's pressing a kiss just below your jaw cannot be anything other than him trying to push iwaizumi's buttons.

he hates how much hotter your reactions make the whole thing, too. the way your eyes meet his for a mere second before shying away. oikawa can only laugh to himself as you try to shove him off of you, knowing full well that if you really wanted him to stop, you'd tell him. you want the attention as much as oikawa does and it shows.

and oikawa is more than excited to give his best friend a deeper look into your relationship.

so, here he is now – balls pressed against your chin as you drool and slobber all over his dick. he knows that iwaizumi is listening, he can see the shadow from beneath the door. and that's turning him on even more.

oikawa cradles your jaw before giving his hips one more thrust, his blown wide eyes twinkling at the sight of your rolling back inside your head at the feeling of having your mouth so full. of having him so far deep your throat.

you hold back another gag as spit dribbles from the corners of your lips and it's making a big fucking mess – it's all over your chin and your neck, and your soft plush thighs. the shorts you're wearing are doing almost nothing to cover you up and with the way you're down on your knees right now, they seem to have disappeared entirely under the hem of your oversized shirt.

it's fucking hot.

oikawa watches the sticky liquid trickle between your legs and he can't but be proud of how big of a mess he's making in his friend's bathroom. he knows for a fact that iwaizumi's listening to you two right now, his ear probably pressed against the wooden door as he tries to memorize every sound that you make. every gag, every splutter of drool. oikawa wonders whether he's touching himself too, is he rubbing his bulge over his sweats or is he still trying to act normal. is he still trying to convince himself that he isn't a dirty fucking pervert, who's currently collecting masturbation material by creeping on his best friend and his beloved while they're having fun?

you tap on his thigh with a shaky hand and he pulls away in a second, his dick springing up and slapping against his tummy at the same time you take a desperate breath in. he chuckles at your ruined state.

the tears brimming at your lashline make you look like an angel and oikawa can't tear his eyes off of you. there's a shine to your swollen lips; it's a mixture of your own drool and his precum – his favourite.

you're still trying to catch your breath when you look up at him; his fingers are wrapped around his length, his fist meeting his full balls with every strong stroke he makes and this look, the layer of pleasure that's painted onto his pretty face is something you wish to burn into your memory forever.

when your eyes meet, oikawa gives you a darling smile before lunging at you, hunching over in order to smash his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss. keeping a steady pace on his cock, he grabs at your face as if he's afraid you'll fade away – he moans into your mouth, the salty residue on your tongue making his dick twitch in his hand.

the slick sounds of oikawa pumping himself and him trying to eat your face reverberate through the room andn suddenly you remember where you are.

your eyes grow big as you try to push at oikawa's chest.

"w– wait.. "

he grins while nipping at your jaw. "what's wrong, baby?"

his teeth brush over your pulse point and he doesn't waste a second before sinking them into your skin and sucking until he's rewarded you with the most gorgeous masterpiece in the world. all the best for his lover.

"haji– hajime's here... "

"no, it's just me, baby." a wave of goosebumps runs over your body when you feel him licking the fresh mark on your neck. "your boyfriend, tooru. remember?"

he laughs at his own joke, his head resting against yours as he pushes himself back up. oh, and how he wants to drop back down when he sees the glare you're giving him. "tough crowd, hm?"

oikawa coos at your scrunched up brows while brushing a finger over your pouty lips. "aw, don't worry, he's in the other room, okay? you're being so good for me, all quiet and pretty. my angel."

it's hard not to believe his sickly sweet words, the love in his eyes smoothing every pain and worry in your body with ease. you don't say anything else when he steps closer again, now replacing the finger on your lips with his sticky tip instead. "yeah?"

he cocks an eyebrow and you give him a nod. the corners of his lips stretch wider as he pumps his cock right above your face. "say 'aaaaaah' for me, baby."

this cocky side of him is something you've never been able to resist. it looks good on him. his own lips part alongside with yours when you present your mouth to him again and he doesn't even try to hold back the pornographic moan that spills from him at the feeling of your warm tongue sliding against the underside of his cock.

but while you're distracted by the heavenly sound of your boyfriend's overwhelming pleasure, you miss the creak of the bathroom door.

oikawa's eyes meet iwaizumi's ashamed ones through the slightest crack but neither of them make any effort to look away. oikawa is more than happy to finally see his best friend crumble and iwaizumi is mortified.

but he can't.

he can't move. he can't close the door. he can't stop staring.

oikawa's eyes fall down to your screwed shut ones, pride blooming in his chest when your nose touches his trimmed pubic hairs. head still shoved against the cupboard, he's the one in full control – your mouth is his, your body a perfect doll for him to play with. and he loves it.

you swallow around him and he lets out yet another heavenly moan. his hand is back on your cheek, his warm palm engulfing the side of your face in reassurance that while he's got the reigns, it's all done with love. your eyes crack open just as another few tears drop and oikawa's hips pick up the pace. he adores it when you hold his gaze; he thinks it's the most romantic thing in the world and so whenever you do it while taking him in your mouth, he just loses it.

quickly, he places his free hand behind your head again and then he's fucking your mouth like it's the only things he knows. back and forth, his cock slides in and out your tight, warm throat; the sounds that come from the act are just outright sinful, they're something a person could only hear in his dreams and oikawa doesn't know what he did to deserve a sweetheart like you.

it doesn't take a lot for him to sense his nearing orgasm, his body going rigid, tensing up as the knot in his lower tummy tightens and tightens.

iwaizumi is still there. oikawa doesn't need to look at him to know it.

from the corner of his eye he can see movement – so he is finally giving in. iwaizumi is stroking himself through the material of his sweats, his cock painfully hard as he watches oikawa fuck your mouth. he has never seen anything like this; maybe in some videos, sure, but seeing it with his own two eyes is completely different.

the sounds. the sweat. the drool.

the eye-contact you have with oikawa. the way he's holding you.

the fact that he hasn't told iwaizumi to 'fuck off' yet. the fact that he clearly wants him there, that he wants him to see this.

his own precum is starting to leak through his pants and it's embarrassing. but there's no stopping now. not when oikawa's hips are starting to stutter, not when you're starting to guide him to yourself by sinking your nails into the back of his thighs.

oikawa gives you second long breaks but you're handling it so well that iwaizumi begins to wonder how much you let him do this. would you ever let him—

he shakes his head to get rid of the thought, the idea of actually doing anything with you weighing heavily on his heart. and if sensing his inner turmoil, oikawa's raspy voice breaks him out from his head.

"fuck.. you- you'd like it if he did hear you, right?"

iwaizumi's eyes almost pop out of their sockets, his lips parting as panic flood his veins. based on the look on oikawa's face, he assumes that you don't agree with him – he's staring at you with that grin of his, the infuriating one, and iwaizumi prepares for him to pull out, so you can finally see what he's been doing. so you can see what kind of a man he really is.

but oikawa doesn't pull away, bottoming out instead. he takes a moment as if he's waiting for your answer – and when he gets one, the very same he knew would be the truth, his lips stretch even wider.

he doesn't need you to say it when he can read your body better than any other language in the world.

he sees the way your thighs press together. he feels your nails digging into his thighs harder than ever before. he knows his right.

like always.

"yeah... that's what i thought."

iwaizumi thinks he might pass out. his hands shake and the air he's breathing doesn't seem good enough – he's trying his best to not start panting like a dog but you not disagreeing with oikawa is a lot. you want him to hear? you want him to be a part of this?

you want.. him?

"want haji to see you like this, hm? want him to see how well you take me down your throat?"

iwaizumi thinks he might die actually.

oikawa chuckles when you blink up at him with tears in your eyes and coos at you when he takes his dick out of your mouth and you still don't say no. "my little star, yeah?"

you show him your tongue and he groan at the way you give yourself to him. he bottoms for the last time of the night, his messy balls pressed flushed against your drool-covered chin as you struggle to keep your eyes on him. "in— fuck— inside?"

humming around his cock, you give him the last push and then he's already spilling his seed down your hungry throat. you gag around him again, the feeling of cum suddenly flooding your mouth a bit too much. with a hand in your head, oikawa pulls away and watches you swallow as much of him as you can. the rest of it spills out from the corners of your lips and trickles down your chin and neck, successfully mixing with every other type of bodily fluid that's already coating your skin.

and then you give him a smile.

oikawa feels like his knees are going to give out as he throws his head back with a dramatic moan. "ohhh.... "

"what?"

his head snaps back to its place, his eyes finding yours in an instant while you slap a hand over your mouth.

your voice. it's almost completely gone, reduced down to a bare rasp by his relentless thrusts and his need to always give it his all, no matter what he's doing.

a sudden flash of shyness takes over, the tone coming from your mouth sounding so unfamiliar that it's almost impossible for you to accept that it is, in fact, yours. but when oikawa kneels down in front of you, his both hands now on your cheeks and when his heart filled eyes find yours, the feelings disappears.

he presses his lips against your forehead and you feel the fondness spread all over your body. "i love you so much, did you know that?"

his cheeks are still pink and despite the fact that just a minute ago, he was fucking your throat like it was his own personal fleshlight, he looks awfully cute with that bashful smile on his face.

oikawa nudges his nose against yours when you don't speak up again, only nodding your head with a tired smile.

"so cute."

the slap against his chest forces another burst of giggles out of your boyfriend but you're not mad. you do love him afterall. he pulls you into his chest and lets you rest for a minute before tugging you up and helping you clean yourself up.

iwaizumi is gone.

oikawa can only imagine the way his best friend is now shamefully changing out of his ruined sweats, the images of you and oikawa now forever engrained into his brain.

after oikawa carries you back to the couch, he snickers at iwaizumi and his fresh pair of pants. but that's all. nobody says anything – iwaizumi doesn't inquire about why you left him all alone and you don't ask about the flush on his cheeks.

oikawa is the only one that is sitting proudly between the two people he loves the most. his fingers dance over the sensitive skin of iwaizumi's nape while his other hand rests on your shoulder, holding you to him as you slowly doze off into your dreamland.

he's very happy about the progress you've all made today.

[zuiz41]

Happy Birthday to Our Dearest Setter! <3

He's 30** this year, can y'all believe that?

[monstersanonymous]

god can you believe that a volleyball anime comes included w sets of soulmates

[toorubbang]

oikawa is my favorite character but i hate him so much

[crescentbea02]

Some haikyuu fans treat Oikawa as a toxic manipulative fuckboy and the other haikyuu fans treat Oikawa as a twink whiny sub but I think he is in reality a mixture of both lol

[vainilla-milk]

Officially my favorite hq bu chapter👍🏻

[oorusandei]

Tooru shines, and he knows it. He’s worked himself up to the top and he glows there, like a ever-luminescent, immortal star. But Tooru has fallen from grace more than once. When stars fall and crash as comets, no one calls them pretty, yet there is, will always be a steady palm pressed to Tooru’s back; his rock, his anchor.

When people compare Hajime to Tooru, they see a glorious king and his faithful knight, or a god and his shadow, but Tooru looks at Hajime and sees so much more than that. Where would I be without you, he thinks sometimes, when he can’t sleep and Hajime’s there snoring next to him, where would I go?

Because, when Tooru flies too close to the sun, he will fall, but Hajime won’t let the sea swallow him up. Because, though Tooru is not a genius, though his wings, bright and beautiful as they seem, are made of wax, though every time he gets close to a dream they will melt, Hajime will forever be there to catch him, and Hajime has never let go, ever, in all his years of living.

So, perhaps Tooru has a crown made of gold and jewel, but Hajime is the one who guards it, and the one who protects what is precious is the most precious of all.

Someday, Tooru will have the courage to tell him about these feelings he’s kept inside of his heart, for they are too big for a boy of 17 to convey. Someday, he will tell Hajime that he loves him, and Hajime will smile and say it back.

[fidiecoffee]

tumblr is officially my haikyuu posting space thank u (i may or may not make this digital at some point idk)

[marchivists]

[rewatching haikyuu] im gonna throw up

[kkotda]

reminded that it's also childe day.........

[teddybeartoji]

suggestive; gn!reader

thinking about helping oikawa stretch after practice.

he's all sweaty and musty and he's clinging to you, asking – no, absolutely begging you with his pretty brown eyes, for you to help him. and obviously you can't say no to him, so that's how you find yourself in this position – he's on his back, scruntching his eyebrows as you press his knees up to his chest. his flexible body begs for you to angle your own hips against his in order to properly give him the stretch he needs. his cheeks are tinted pink and his bottom lip is caught in between his teeth and it's really hard to not get any ideas. it's wrong – you know it is! this is your good friend and you're just helping him and there's nothing weird about this position and—

a loud moan rips from his lips and your eyes almost fall out of your head as warmth creeps up your neck. he doesn't even say anything about it, he just grabs onto your wrists to make sure you don't pull away.

"d-don't!" you stammer when a quieter but no less lewd noise escapes him. you feel your hands get clammy as your fingers sink into his calves.

oikawa cracks his one eye open to ask what the problem is. he doesn't see what's wrong in the slightest. his brown hair is splayed on the floor like a masterpiece with some of the strands sticking to his forehead and nobody should be allowed to look this good after a rough practice.

"don't make those sounds..." you whisper as you lean more into him when you feel the resistance in his body falter.

"wha– ahh...t sounds?" his eyes shut again and he sucks in a breath, puffing out his reddened cheeks. his knees fall more to his sides, opening up the space between them and you move closer on instinct.

"tho- those ones, idiot! you're making it weird!"

your hips are now completely flush against his and he lets out another pained whine. taking one of your hands from his calf, you place it on top of his mouth instead and his eyes shoot open in an instant.

he didn't even think about this position like that, genuinely oblivious to the suggestiveness of it. the stretch in the backs of his thighs feels good but you on top of him feels even better. your body feels warm against his and his eyes flick down to where you're connected. at that you try to pull away, afraid that now you've made it weird but he stops you.

"c'mon.. don't go." his hands wrap around your biceps as his eyes burn into your avoidant ones. "you have to help me with the next one too."

blinking down at him, you gulp, unable to refuse him. oikawa twists under you, barely taking his eyes off of you as he straightens out his one leg and folds the other up and to the side.

this position is no less suggestive than the last one – it still requires you to press up right against him to help him out. his fingers grasp at your sleeve to break you from your haze and you shuffle closer again.

bodies glued together, your hands dig into his thigh as you try to not focus on your friends face. nor the proximity. from behind you, you hear a row of snickers – without turning around, you know his teammates are making fun of you for falling into their captains alleged trap.

"see, this isn't so bad..." oikawa's soft flesh is back between his teeth as he forces his body to relax under you. you quietly glare at him, just hoping he won't say or do anything weird anything, hoping that he'll let you just leave and breathe for a moment—

"h-harder."

...

you press your eyes shut as your body threatens to overheat. putting almost all of your bodyweight onto his, you watch his eyes roll back inside his skull and you hold back a flustered groan. why is he like this?

slowly peeking from underneath your eyelashes, his scrunched up face almost kills you and it's hard to keep your thoughts at bay – they just come flooding in and you feel like a terrible friend. he's like this with everyone, so why are you even thinking about it? you are the one who's making it weird and you should stop.

"hey! no more fooling around! we gotta lock up, so move your asses!" iwaizumi breaks your pervy little bubble and you find oikawa staring right back at you. his cheeks are still pink even though the practice ended a good while ago. he gives you one of his big bright smiles as he moves his leg from his body to your other side, leaving you kneeling right between his thighs.

"thanks for that!" his voice betrays nothing about what he really feels in this moment, about what he feels in his lower abdomen. he pushes himself up and before he goes to leave for the changing room, he looks down at you and boops your nose with a laugh.

you stay glued to your spot for a good moment, iwaizumi's loud voice being the thing to tear you from the floor. you stumble to grab the remaining bottles and towels from the floor and make for the exit, letting the man close up behind you.

you mutter a quiet goodbye to him and hurry off, telling him that you have some other stuff to attend to. he doesn't question it – he's fully aware of the effect oikawa can have on a person. and on their body.

+ inspired by this iwaoi art on twt!!!!! i thought it was so funny n cute so i had to write something for it!!!!

[twopolars]

THAT'S MY BABY 😭😭

Mahiru just a fictional chatacter but get me so emotional like this like... wtf... I mean, finally bro. You showed them what you got eh?

The moment it happens, everyone just stop and stare like YEA THAT MY BABY THERE!! I noticed that Tooru speaks a lot here, I'm dying to understand what he said 😭😭😭.

No you don't understanddd!! This scene, this particular scene show some hope in that bleak moment.. Tokyo has been engulfed in darkness, people are dying, what they need the most at that point is someone to say that they can do it!! And Mahiru just did that!!

Anyway! Look at Youtarou being cutie older brother smiling from ear to ear.

Carry on!

And I don't know why sloth is crying at this moment 🤣. If he's like me and being a proud mama then I totally understand. If my translate wasn't wrong he said something like "aaaa, it's so bright (?)" but Idk..

And KURO!! Oh boy kuro..

No comment just crying 😭😭. Yes, that's your eve baby. Thank you for trusting each other 😭😭. I didn't get to capture the next scene (coz I don't want to spoil to much LOL) but Kuro is standing again and ready to fight back.

Just... I really wanna kiss them both rn..

Now back to the corner to cry

Cr: @svpages

[heyyallitsbeth]

MHA SPOILERS

Like okay I’m sorry but there’s no way in hell that Kyouka, Ochaco, Tsuyu and Hitoshi just don’t talk to Izuku for EIGHT FUCKING YEARS- Not Mrs “I fell in love with Izuku Midoriya” and Mrs “you’re the bastard who made my friends cry!!!”-

Otherwise- WTF was the point of Ochaco confessing her love of Izu to Himiko and then their reconciliation on the cliff? Of Kyouka thinking of Izuku as she tackled AFO head on? Like come onnnnnnnnnnnn

and like thats just major ones- theres no way Shoto or Iida or Bakugo would stop talking to Izuku under any circumstance- and like Tooru literally took a fucking laser to the chest for Izuku- like come on.

Im hoping we got a mistranslation since like wtf-

[megukins]

Naughty Mischief

𓆩♡𓆪 Katsuki x satan's daughter!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 genre: smut

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n: I wrote this trash a while ago so I'm sorry if it's bad. Also you guys are like 18-19 here and you participate in it too so your bf won't be the only one.

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: You tease the fuck out of you boyfriend during NNN to see how long he can last before he cracks.

𓆩♡𓆪 warnings: smut, dubcon, mentions of cum, dry humping, marking, masochism, rough sex, public sex

𓆩♡𓆪 words: 1.9k

You knew what you were doing was tormenting him. Which is why you got a kick out of it. You told your boyfriend about the challenge No Nut November where you go a whole month without cumming or masturbating.

You knew it was a lunch break right now, so it was your chance to send a bold message. You run to the bathroom, pull your shirt down a little to show some cleavage and stick your fingers in your mouth back and forth, sending a "I wish this was your fat cock instead." 😩 You shake with anticipation to await the hot head's reaction. Five minutes passed and still no response.

"The fuck is he doing, taking a shit?" You mumble.

You tap your foot impatient, finally receiving a response after around 10 minutes, which read "Wtf, you didn't even give a warning! Two can play at that game"

You roll your eyes which was typical of him since he's so competitive.

You've been sending your boyfriend daring messages all of yesterday through today, knowing the impact it had on him. He avoided making eye contact with you as it would only make it worse. His friends were worried about him trying to ask him what's up.

"What's the matter, Bakugo? I've noticed you've been avoiding Y/N. Did you two get into a fight or something?" Kirishima asks, Kaminari standing over his desk too to see what's up.

"It's none of your fucking business!" He scowled.

"Typical reaction from him..." Kaminari mumbles.

Mr. Aizawa walks into the class with his usual expression and monotonous tone.

"All right, everyone settle down. We'll be having a training course today, so get your hero gear on."

Everyone rushes to get changed.

You take this time to tease him again, which was perfect. Your outfit was quite revealing, almost more revealing than Momo's since your quirk is demonic powers and you're the daughter of satan.

It didn't help the situation at all. All the boys were staring at you, a few either having nose bleeds or blushing red. You always wore a cloak over your hero costume so they had no idea what you truly looked like underneath. The costume accentuates your curves.

"Whoa, I had no idea Y/N was that sexy without her cloak on." Mineta practically drools.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing wearing something revealing like that!?"

He wraps his arms around you to cover your exposed flesh.

"It's part of my hero costume, Katsu. Is that a problem?"

"Hell yeah it's a problem! Take it off!"

"Mm, what happens if I don't?" You place a finger on your chin.

"Then I'll fucking take it off myself!"

"And let everyone see me naked? I thought only you could see me exposed."

"Enough you two." Aizawa speaks up, you two break apart.

He then explains how today would go and what to expect from you all. Everyone had to split up in pairs. It's 5 groups because the number is uneven, Todoroki, and Momo, Deku, Mineta and Uraraka, Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari, Tokoyami, and Shoji, You and Bakugo, Iida, Tooru, and Ojiro, Tsuyu, Jiro, and Mina, and Sato, Aoyama, and Koda.

You two wander off in the woods somewhere, afraid you're lost.

"Uhh, Katsu? Are we lost? We probably should've stayed close by." You say, receiving no answer.

He shoves you up against a tree, pinning your wrists.

"Now we're alone. Listen here you little shit, I'm tired of your bullshit! It's driving me insane!"

He grips your wrists harder.

"Katsuki stop gripping my wrists so hard! The little messages you gave me made me on edge as well!" You confess, biting your lip hard trying your hardest not to look at his muscular figure.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to ya!" He grabs your chin. "This is all your fucking fault. I've had to endure so many hard ons and couldn't relieve myself because of this damn challenge." He spat.

"You don't have to do it if it's too much for you~" You tease.

You narrow your eyes towards his crotch seeing that he has a boner right now. He cups your left asscheek hard, eliciting a moan from you.

"I should punish you for not covering up, letting them see you like this. That damn nerd got a nosebleed and I saw Icyhot staring too. Shit, even Shitty hair had a nosebleed. I bet you enjoyed the attention being on you." He starts.

His large hand cups your other cheek, activating his quirk. You push your head into his chest to muffle your moans. He lifts your head up, pulling on your tail.

"If I were to just pull on your tail-"

"KATSUUU NOT THE TAIL!" You squeal, beating on his chest.

"So that is one of your weak spots." He gives his signature shit eating grin.

He rubs it up and down slowly.

"S-seriously, stop! What if someone catches us!"

"Then I wouldn't give a fuck. The poor fucker would just have a nice show." He says bluntly.

He continues pulling on it, enjoying the face your making.

"Ka-tsu-ki stoppp..."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll make you cum right now so you can lose this stupid challenge. Be ashame if that were to happen. I mean, it is only the sixth day." You say hoping it works.

"I'm not losing that fucking fast, if anything you are!" He retorts.

"How so?"

"Your sex drive is higher than mine! Your fucking horny every single time you look at me!"

"That's so not true at all!" You fold your arms.

"Oh yeah? Then look at me right now. Go ahead, prove me wrong which you can't, you never can."

He puts his hands on his hips waiting impatiently.

"Uhh I can't because um-"

"Because you proved my point! Every time I'm near Shitty hair and the others you tug on my arm so we can go into the bathroom to either make out or so I can eat you out!"

"What about when you want me to blow you hm?"

"It occurs every once in a while! With you, you always expect me to eat you out which ends up messy then they wanna know what the fuck I was doing all this time." He finally finishes.

"It's not my fault you're so damn fine."

You don't dare look him in the eyes knowing it would boost his already huge ego even more.

"That so?" He smirks, cupping your chin forcing you to make eye contact with him.

Your eyes shut tight not wanting to succumb to him.

"Fine you win! Asshole." You mumble the last part.

"Of course I did. I always win no matter what." He flaunts.

"Give me your hand right quick."

He raises his brow but doesn't question and complied anyway. You make him grab your breasts, tweaking your nipples and start to grind against his crotch, moaning.

"Fuck!" He nearly chokes, letting go of your nipples.

"What's the matter, my 'big' explosive king?" You say in a tone trying to sound innocent yet seductive.

"If you wanna make me cum, you gotta try harder than that, babygirl~"

He pins you against a tree again. He bites your neck hard to leave noticeable hickeys so they know you belong to him and only him. He discards his costume, yours following soon after.

"Katsuki..."

You look at him with lust in your eyes, licking your lips. He smashes his lips against yours, the kiss starting out passionate but soon getting sloppier and spicer. You ruffle your hands through his spiky locks, your tongues doing the salsa.

"I can't handle this shit anymore."

He bends you over, slamming his cock slowly into your asshole while pulling onto your tail. You hiss at the new feeling but then gets used to it.

"Wait Katsu, w-we're doing this right now?" You bite your lip trying not to moan.

"You need to learn your fucking lesson. The only way I can do that is by fucking you since your so horny all the time." He explains, speeding up his thrusts.

He flips you around to face him, placing his hands on your shoulders and rams his fat balls inside your pussy.

"A-ahhh~ do it harder..." You practically drool as your masochist natures starts to kick in.

"Tch, fucking masochist."

"Well you're fucking this masochist." You say back smoothly.

He ignores you, adding more force into his ramming. He rams into you at a more animalistic way, your ass, thighs, and boobs jiggling uncontrollably. Your eyes start to roll into the back of your head as you felt like you were in heaven.

"Fuckk me faster daddy~" You say desperately, knowing that got him for sure.

"I'm gonna fuck a baby into you if you fucking call me that again."

He rams faster, sweat dripping all down his face and arms. Your tongue hangs out, you end up moaning his name louder and louder for everyone to hear. You felt he was close, as he tries his hardest to hold it in, but ends up failing and pulls out of you quickly, his cum dripping over your tummy. The sight was too much for you to bare, as you cum right after him, both of you all sweaty and panting hard.

"Looks like we both lost." You chuckle.

"I'll win next year for sure!"

"Good luck with that... Let's hurry and put our clothes back on before someone sees us." You rush to put them on, admiring his nude body.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." He says, eventually putting his clothes back on.

"I could say the same thing to you earlier." You roll your eyes.

"Damn I probably should've nutted on your ass instead." He cups both cheeks again, squeezing them roughly.

"Leave my ass alone!" You squeal while puffing up your cheeks.

You two were the last ones to return back to the location Aizawa requested.

"What took you guys so long?" He folds his arms, tapping his finger on his arm.

"We got lost and almost got ambushed!" You blurt out.

"Is that why you were screaming earlier?" Bakugo asks, smirking.

"Yes, it was." You glare at him.

"As long as you guys are back then everything is okay." Deku sighs in relief.

"It's not like anything could happen as long as Bakugo is with her." Iida says, relieved nothing happened to you two.

"What exactly were you two doing?" Tsuyu asks, curious.

"N-nothing at all!" You immediately get flustered at the memory.

"Judging by the stuttering I'd say it was something naughty." Mina smirks, nudging your arm.

You walk up to Bakugo whispering something that would get him riled up.

"Next year I'll go above and beyond, this was just childs play." You whisper to him, seeing how it's still November but it's no point since you both lost on the sixth day.

"Then I'll make sure to have you cum the first day!" He says confidently, everyone staring at him weirdly.

You hide your face in your arms from embarrassment.

"I feel like living under a rock for the rest of my life..." You groan trying to erase the embarrassing vibe you're feeling off.

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[anti-katsuki-lounge]

I’m in an Eraserhead hating mood today, so here’s the Top Five Worst things Eraserhead has done:

1. Dropped a building on his students during an OVA: during a rescue work lesson, this guy decides to drop an entire fucking building on his students as yet another “logical ruse”. His intent was to show how rescue situations are never predictable… but he could’ve killed his students. WTF are Denki and Tooru supposed to do when 100+ tons of concrete fall onto them? Injures during this weren’t light either. Several students had broken limbs, with Tenya’s leg immediately coming to mind. If you wanna teach a lesson on rescue missions being unpredictable, there’s much better ways of doing so.

2. Expel over 120+ students: “but he actually only suspended them for a week” is what die-hard Eraserhead Stans might say. But if it’s meant to be a temporary thing, then why did he put those “expulsions” on their records? In Japan, expulsion and suspension of any kind is essentially a death sentence. It ruins someone’s chances of getting into college or finding a decent job. Eraserhead’s essentially doomed his students to either stay in his class and continue to be heroes or to drop out and risk the chance of not having a good future. Anyone who decides that hero work isn’t for them is doomed if they have Eraserhead as a teacher. It’s not like this man expels students for good reasons either. He expels first years for…being excited and not knowing everything there is to know about being a hero. Maybe actually try teaching them before telling them they have no potential…

3. Dick-ride Katsuki: If Eraserhead is such a logical person like he claims to be, he’d have thrown out Katsuki long ago. Instead he makes excuses for Katsuki’s shitty behavior and constantly praises him while being willing to harp on his other students for the most basic of mistakes.

4. Constantly lie to his students: his “logical ruses” are a stupid concept. Sure, heroes should always keep an eye out for those who are deceptive but he’s their teacher, one of the few people his first year students should trust. There’s a reason why none of them trust him and why the rescue squad didn’t trust him or the other pros to rescue Katsuki. Then he demands that they “earn his trust back” when he didn’t have their trust to begin with.

5. Not even bothering to teach or learn about his students: Shota singling out Izuku for his lack of control showcases that he didn’t read up on any of his students files. He constantly criticizes Izuku for breaking his limbs… but doesn’t even offer any sort of advice for how Izuku could learn to control his quirk. In addition, he constantly sleeps in class, hasn’t done anything about Minoru or Katsuki’s behavior, called the jobs of his fellow colleagues useless, and has personally trained his own mentee while not even lifting a finger for his class.

[yunwangja]

down bad - tooru oikawa smau twoshot

part 1

part 2: how dare you think it's romantic, leaving me safe and stranded

a/n: IM SO STUPID I PUT CAMPAIGN INSTEAD OF CAPTAIN WTF

“I wish you were mine.” 

oikawa recalls the words he secretly muttered to you as he kissed your forehead. he wish you could hear it, but he thinks that it must be better this way. he turns his attention to you yawning beside him at the bus, admiring the view of your town.

you notice his eyes on you, so you turned to him, “yes?” 

he just smiles and shakes his head, “nothing. what time did you even wake up?”

“early, so i could prepare and make the friendship bracelet i gave you. i only had a few hours of sleep too, since i passed out studying last night.” you answer, and glance to his wrist that still had the bracelet on it, smiling. “you’re still wearing it,”

“of course! i’m never going to take it off, i believe.” he shows it off and extends it. “my first gift from you. thank you again, y/n. you didn’t get enough sleep for this,”

you shake your head, “it’s worth it though. especially if you’re never going to take it off as you said,” you say jokingly.

“of course! i will wear it forever,” he grinned and you just stared at him lovingly without him noticing. there was silence before you spoke again, “are you sure it’s okay for you to leave without them? you didn’t have to go with me, you know.”

he shakes his head again, “it’s fine, i promise. it’s not like i’m going somewhere else, and they said that it’s fine so that you had someone with you. it’s too bad non-club members aren’t allowed on the bus, i would’ve told you to hop on with us.” he assures you.

you only nod and go back facing outside the window. there was comfortable silence after, waiting for the bus to arrive at your stop. slowly, you felt yourself getting sleepy. your eyelids grew heavy and didn’t notice yourself falling fast asleep.

oikawa was mindlessly scrolling on his phone as he was looking for an opening to talk to you, hoping to know more about who you liked. “hey y/n, i was wondering if-” he felt a head fall on his shoulder.

he looked at his side and saw you peacefully sleeping, and his heart was all over the place. a soft smile spread across his face as he took in the sight of you. your gentle breaths and the warmth of your proximity sent a soothing yet electrifying sensation through him.

for a moment, he forgot all his worries, feelings, whoever you were interested in—everything seemed to fade away. it was just you and him, sharing this intimate, quiet moment. as he watched you sleep, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he could always be this close to you. the thought made his heart ache with longing, but also filled it with a strange sense of contentment. you trusted him enough to fall asleep on his shoulder, and that meant more to him than he could express.

suddenly, the bus hit a small bump, causing you to shift slightly. your eyelids fluttered just the tiniest bit, but then you settled back into sleep. tooru held his breath, hoping he hadn’t disturbed you. convinced you were still asleep, he sighed softly, carefully adjusting his position, making sure you were comfortable, and dared not move too much so he wouldn’t wake you.

he glanced at his phone again, but his attention kept drifting back to you. the soft lighting of the setting sun cast a warm glow on your face, making you look even more serene. tooru couldn’t resist the urge to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

“i love you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. he knew you couldn’t hear him, and maybe that’s why he felt brave enough to say it. “i love you, y/n,”

this was one of those moments he wished could last forever. in this small bubble of peace, all his fears and uncertainties seemed to vanish, replaced by a tender, unspoken bond between you.

he didn’t know what the future held or if he’d ever find the courage to tell you how he truly felt, but for now, he was content just being by your side, cherishing these small, precious moments that made his heart flutter.

the bus slowed to a stop in front of the school, signaling the end of their journey. oikawa gently nudged you awake. “hey, we’re here,” he said softly.

you blinked awake, looking around. “oh, thanks for waking me up. sorry for falling asleep,” you murmured, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

“don’t worry about it,” oikawa replied with a smile. “are you heading to the club room now?” he asked as you guys entered the school vicinity.

you nodded. “yeah, how about you?”

“yup, i’ll just meet up with the team for a quick debrief,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “but how about we go home together after? we can meet at the school gym when you’re done.”

you smiled at the suggestion. “i was actually going to say that. that sounds good. i’ll see you there.”

“great,” oikawa said, his heart lifting at the thought of spending more time with you. “i’ll wait for you at the gym.”

with that, you both went your separate ways for now. oikawa headed to the gym, and you toward your club room inside the main building.

as you drift away from him, your expression shifts.

after the volleyball team was dismissed, oikawa lingered in the gym. when you finally entered, there was a different aura about you. you were smiling, but something in your eyes had changed, a spark that he noticed but brushed off as nothing.

“hey, y/n,” he greeted you with a smile. “ready to go?”

you nodded, returning his smile. “yeah, let’s go.”

he glanced at you as you both walked side by side, trying to read your expression. “so, what did you have to pick up from the club room?”

“just some notes and supplies I needed,” you replied casually, holding your head down. your eyes held a depth of emotion that made his pulse quicken.

oikawa couldn't help but feel nervous. there was something different about this moment, something that made it feel more significant than all the times you had walked home together before.

he tried to brush it off, attributing his heightened awareness to his own feelings, but a part of him couldn’t shake the sense that something had shifted between you. “y/n, did something happen?”

“i don’t know if i’m just overthinking it, but you seem a bit different from earlier.” he asks you. 

“well, nothing really,”  though your tone told him you were clearly lying.

he noticed the change and felt a knot form in his stomach. “are you sure? you seem a bit... off.”

you stopped walking and turned to face him, your expression a mix of frustration and something else. “tooru, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

he blinked, taken aback. “tell you what?”

“tooru, are you in love with me?”

oikawa’s heart stops. “what? what are you talking about?”

you come closer to him, your eyes piercing into his. “i heard you on the bus, okay? when you thought i was asleep. you said you love me.”

he freezes, his mind racing. “you... you heard that?”

he couldn’t believe it - before he knew it, he was already at this point. there are now only two possibilities of how this could end up: you feel the same, or his biggest fear will become a reality.

“yes, i heard it,” you say, your voice trembling with a mix of frustration and vulnerability. “why didn’t you tell me sooner, tooru? all this time, i’ve been waiting for you to say something, and you never did. why?”

oikawa is dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing as he searches for the right words. “i…” he didn’t know what to say. what should i do? what if i become honest but she doesn’t feel the same? what if i conceal myself but end up hurting her feelings?

you take a step closer, your frustration giving way to something softer. “tooru,” you say, your voice breaking. “i love you too.”

and just like that, his endless thoughts shut up. before he could even answer you, he pull you into a kiss. it’s sudden and intense, filled with all the emotions you’ve both been holding back. when you finally break apart, he’s staring at you in shock and awe.

“i love you, y/n,” he says, his voice full of emotion. “i’ve loved you for so long. i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. i was just so afraid of losing you, of ruining what we have.”

you shake your head, tears in your eyes. “i’m not mad, it’s just,” you pause, “i know it’s stupid to be frustrated about it because i didn’t make a move myself too but, it just couldn’t help but think that we wasted a lot of time worrying about ruining our friendship.”

you look into him deeply, “but it doesn’t matter now–we can have us. and that’s all i need.”

he kisses you again, unable to hold back any longer. it’s a kiss that speaks of all the love, fear, and hope he’s carried in his heart. when you finally pull away, he rests his forehead against yours, breathing you in.

“thank you for loving me back,” he whispers. “god, i don’t know what i would’ve done if you didn’t feel the same way. i promise i’ll make it up to you for all the time we wasted.”

“we’ll both make up for it. this is even your last year where we could be together in high school,” you say, your voice soft but firm.

“i promise,” he replies, his eyes full of sincerity. “you don’t even know how much i’ve wanted you.” he kisses you a third time.

as you walk home together, hand in hand, oikawa feels a weight lifted from his shoulders. all the fears and uncertainties from earlier seem distant now, replaced by the warmth of your love. he glances at you, a smile tugging at his lips, and knows that no matter what challenges lie ahead, he’ll have you by his side.