Anonymous texting (tsukkiyama, haikyuu)

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It was late and a Friday night, yet Tadashi was stuck at home reading trashy romance novels, his favourite kind. Thankfully he had someone to share his woe with, his best friend Kei Tsukkishima. They had been room mates for a year now, and best friends for five. Yet Tsukki had retreated to his bedroom half an hour ago, leaving Tadashi to wallow in his self pity.

He checked his phone, five minutes past twelve. Surely he could squeeze in an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. He fiddled with his laptop, turning it on and bringing up Netflix, when his phone buzzed. It was probably one of his volleyball teammates or a Tumblr notification.
It was the latter, apparently someone had sent him a message.

Daddyslittleboy: Hey ;)

A porn blog. Of course.
Now usually, Tadadhi would delete the message and sometimes even block the blog, but given the circumstances, and his current bored and deflated mood, he replied.

seriousaboutchocolate: Hi.

He turned off his phone, not expecting a message back, and pressed play on his laptop, watching Monica appear on the screen. After a minute or so his phone buzzed again.

Daddyslittleboy: How has your night been?

Seriousaboutchocolate: uh boring, how about yourself?

His reply came almost instantly, so he paused his episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S and went back to Tumblr.

Daddyslittleboy: Hmm, nothing that exciting. Just looking for some fun :/

Seriousaboutchocolate: Oh, okay. If you want, maybe I could help you?..

Fuck, had he really just typed that? What was he doing, he had never even heard of this blog before, hadn't he ever listened to all of his parents and peers warnings about strangers on the Internet?

Daddyslittleboy: hmm, I would love that. What are you wearing?

He looked down, he was wearing his loose pajama pants, and was shirtless.

Seriousaboutchocolate: Just my pajama pants...

Daddyslittleboy: shirtless then? I bet you look absolutely amazing.

Seriousaboutchocolate: Maybe... What are you wearing?

He squirmed slightly, he was really going along with this, in fact, he was excited for it.

Daddyslittleboy: boxers. How about you send me a pic baby?

Tadashi blushed, and without almost any hesitation he tapped into his camera app and snapped a photo of his bare chest and stomach, making sure his face wasn't shown. He sent it and waited for his reply.

Daddyslittleboy: shit, you are hot. Nice definition too.

He didn't really know how to reply, thankfully 'daddyslittleboy' had saved him by sending a picture of his own.
Tadashi felt himself begin to grow hard as he enlarged it. Well fuck. The guy was attractive. He had abs and was muscly, yet not too buff, like that Iwaizumi guy. He was also rather pale, and unlike Tadashi, he had no freckles or other marks. For whatever reason he looked strangely familiar, yet his face was also cropped from the photo.

Seriousaboutchocolate: Wow... You don't seem to be some forty year old perv. Send a picture with your hand on your chest with your username written on it.

Tadashi waited a minute or so, when the guy hadn't replied after a minute he figured he probably was some kind of forty year old pedophile. He heard a rustling outside his door in the lounge room, probably Kei.
Eventually, another photo was sent. Just as Tadashi was getting into his episode. He switched his phone back on and checked out the picture. It was exactly as he had requested.

Seriousaboutchocolate: wow. Ah, I don't usually do this... I'm just bored.

Shit that was lame. Tadashi mentally face palms himself, for fucks sake. Fortunately, the guy replies.

Daddyslittleboy: mmm that's okay. How about you tell me what I could do to entertain you, chocolate.

He shivers slightly at the nickname, getting more and more turned on. He glances down at his pants.

Seriousaboutchocolate: would you maybe be able to send me some more pictures?..

He pauses, sends it and begins to type a second reply.

Seriousaboutchocolate: or maybe tell me how you could make me feel good...

He barely has to wait a second before a reply is sent back to him.

Daddyslittleboy: hmm, I would straddle your hips, and run my nails up and down your bare chest. I'd lean over and kiss you, hard, then I'd move my lips to your neck and leave dozens of marks, marking you as mine.

Tadashi almost lets out a whimper. He can feel his face getting hot and flustered, he bites his lip and reaches his hand down his torso and into his pants, wrapping his fingers around his almost fully hard member.

A photo is sent. A photo of the guy, with his long elegant fingers (still with his username written across his hands) wrapped around his cock. Tadashi moans out loud, he looks amazing and definitely isn't lacking in the size department. He bites his lip harder, moving his hand up and down his member, creating a steady pace.

Seriousaboutchocolate: I would love that. I'd moan and whimper and arch my back. I'd beg you to stop teasing me and to pay attention to my dick, to move your hand around it.

He snaps a picture of his own penis, his tan freckled hand wrapped around it. His moans are becoming louder and his breath beginning to catch in his throat. His hand speeding up.

Daddyslittleboy: I'd tease you for a while longer before moving down your legs, it wrap my hand around your big cock and jerk you off. After a while I'd bring my other hand down to your ass, then I'd slowly push a finger into your entrance, building up my pace, I'd enter another finger and scissor them inside you, hitting your prostate.

He read the message then put his phone down, focusing on his dick. He moved his thumb over the slit, rubbing his pre cum up and down his shaft as lube. He sped up his pace until he could feel his orgasm building up in his lower abdomen. Before long waves of pleasure were crashing over him, and he was coming all over his hand. He laid there for a minute, catching his breath, before picking up his phone. He snapped a picture of the mess he had made.

Seriousaboutchocolate: look what you made me do! ;)

He sent the picture along with the reply. After waiting for an answer for a few minutes he grabbed some tissues, cleaned himself up and pulled his pants back on. Then he was bored again. Sigh.

He hopped off his bed and walked out to the hallway. He opened Kei's door, freezing. His best friend was spread out on his bed, tangled in his sheet, a vibrator shoved up his arse, his hand around his cock. The sight look weirdly familiar, a whimper left Tadashis throat as Kei let out a thread of moans. He looked absolutely beautiful, spread out, in total pleasure. Tadashi quickly walked out and accidentally slammed Kei's door shut. Fuck. He walked back into his own room, a heavy blush on his cheeks, when he realised. In heavy black marker, across Kei's left hand, 'Daddyslittleboy' was written. Tadashi let out another whimper.