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doingitforbokuto · 8 months

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Putting on a show

-> TENDOU SATORI X CAMGIRL!READER

Summary: Tendou has a habit of always watching your streams. And he likes you a bit too much, even though he knows there can never be any real connection between the two of you. Or can there?

Words: 2,769

Warnings: masturbation, filming / live streaming, sex work

Tendou was pissed. His tram was supposed to be here already. Treading from one foot onto the other, he prayed that it would be here soon and bring him home on time. Usually getting home a few minutes later than usual didn't bother him but today he had plans and he needed to be on time. He hated it when he missed your shows. Some of them you uploaded later in a regular video so people who missed the live stream could watch it as well but that was only for the ones where you didn't interact with your viewers. The ones where you got in front of a camera and put on a show you had planned out beforehand. And while Tendou liked those, he loved the ones where you talked. Where your eyes scanned the screen in front of you and answered the comments, complied with requests, made him feel like he was actually in the room with you. And if he missed it, he wouldn't be able to watch it later on. But more importantly: He would not be able to talk to you.

Slowly, he saw the train roll into the station. If it would drive as planned now, he might still be able to make it home on time.

Tendou knew that this wasn't the healthiest situation that he found himself in but to be honest, he didn't really care. Yes, he started watching live streams of a camgirl. Yes, he developed a crush on said camgirl. Yes, he never missed a show. Yes, he imagined what it would be like to hold you, to kiss you, to fuck you.. to take you out on dates and talk to you for hours. Yes, yes, yes. It would never happen. It was delusional. But whatever. He didn't care. He liked you and your shows always brought a smile on his face. That was enough of a reason for him to keep watching your shows.

And so, as soon as he arrived at his station, he hurried to his flat, practically bolted through the door and into his bedroom. Only two more minutes and the show was supposed to start. He could already feel blood rushing to his crotch in anticipation. It was embarrassing, he knew it but he couldn't help himself. Whenever he thought about your pretty face, your mouth, your eyes, your boobs, your waist, your thighs, the noises you made - it was heavenly. You had to be the series creature he had ever laid eyes upon and he wasn't ashamed to feel the physical proof of that fact forming in between his legs. His bulge was already starting to strain his pants as he powered up his laptop.

Hurry up! he thought as the old thing started to hum and heat up. It sounded like a dying turbine on a jet. Thankfully the walls in his apartment building were quite thick, so no one could hear his laptop. Or his moans or your live stream.

His screen told him to enter his password the second his watch showed him that your stream was supposed to start. As quickly as he could he hammered the letters and numbers into his keyboard and started chewing on his lip in anticipation. As soon as his desktop lit up and allowed him to open his browser, he grabbed his nearly empty bottle of lube he kept in his drawer. He should really get a new one, but he always forgot to when he went shopping.

With one hand he typed in the internet address he needed get to your stream, with the other one he flipped the cap of the bottle up. Finally, finally, he could click on your stream - only to see that it hadn't started yet. Were you late? It was almost too good to be true. Tendou absolutely hated missing the beginning of your streams, it always felt like he was coming late to a meeting with friends and they were all already deep into a conversation he didn‘t fully understand. That feeling was ridiculous of course, but he still had it.

So, what should he do now? He felt weird just sitting there, the lube bottle in one hand, the other one resting on his thigh, ready to pull his pants down, a tent already forming at the mere thought of you. Should he get undressed already? No, sitting there with his cock out and hard while staring at a blank screen would be even weirder. He would just have to wait.

Just when he was about to put his bottle away again the screen flickered to life and the stream started. You came into view. Gorgeous, as always. You were wearing a flimsy silk nightgown that leaves little to imagination. Tendou was sure he could already see the outline of your bra through the thin material. Even though he thought about you a lot his memories just never compared to seeing you on his screen with all of your curves and edges pin-sharp on his little screen. He could only imagine what you would look like in real life (he did that a lot, too).

Your voice flew through his room, greeting him and everyone else to your show, apologizing for the delay. Every beginning of your shows was pretty much the same but Tendou didn't care. In fact, he loved it. You would ask if everyone was excited or how their day had been and if they were in need of a distraction after a long day. You'd tell them what you were going to do with yourself tonight, asking if they liked your idea. It was so mundane and still, the way that you spoke, the way that you carried yourself, everything about it was nerve-rackingly sexy.

Of course, Tendou knew that the reason you were doing that was to wait until everyone had joined the stream before you started but still, it made him feel special. Like you were talking only to him. Asking him how he was feeling. How his day had been. How you could please him. How you could make him feel good. Like the doting girlfriend he wished you were, the one he wished he had.

Work was hard.. glad I could come home to you, he typed in the chat.

"Aw, Tori," you purred into his ear, "I'm sorry your day wasn't good. Maybe I can make it a bit better?" You winked at him.

Fuck. This. This right there was why he loved you so much. Out of all the hundred, thousands of comments and spectators you picked out him and made him feel like you were actually listening to him. Like you cared about him. He knew that logically, that could not be true. And at the beginning, it was just a fantasy he had. But the more streams he watched, the more it seemed like it was actually true. Many times he typed something in the chat, you'd respond to it. A lot more frequent than you did with most other viewers it seemed. He made you laugh, he made you hornier. Sometimes it even seemed like you were just waiting for his comment.

But that wasn't true. It couldn't be true. Why would it be? This was your job after all, and he was a customer. A customer who paid for you to take your tits out. As if you would ever have any sort of affection towards a guy like that. Satori knew how depraved and desperate he could be, fantasizing about you like that. But he wasn't delusional. He merely allowed himself to fantasize about you and him when he watched your streams. After all, that was what the streams were for, right? You were role-playing for your viewers, so there was nothing wrong with him indulging in it for a little while. While you were streaming. Maybe while he was in the shower. And when he got horny before bed. And also when he woke up with a boner.

Today, your show was a pretty simple one. Sometimes you would do a whole story like a secretary getting fucked by her boss because she messed up or a girlfriend giving her boyfriend a blowjob after a big fight (The boss or boyfriend or whatever man was involved was always substituted by a sextoy of some kind). Today it was just you pretending to welcome your boyfriend home after some time apart. Underneath the nightgown you seemed to be wearing a thing, unpadded bra - if your hard nipples that were poking through the material of the gown wer any indicator. You knew what your viewers wanted and you never failed to deliver, especially as you slowly massaged your tits with your hands and let your thighs fall open a little bit more while you knelt on the bed.

"I've missed you so much..“, you all but whispered to the camera.

Maybe in another universe you were a Hollywood actress. The way that you always made Satori feel like you actually meant every single word you said during your roleplays was insane.

He had crawled up onto his bed and settled at the headboard. His pants and underwear was discarded on the floor and after a while, his shirt followed. You made him feel way too hot for any clothing to still be touching his skin.

You had positioned yourself perfectly on your bed in front of the camera and had slowly let your hands run up and down your body.

"Did you miss me too..?" It was the husky whisper that Tendou loved so much. All the while you let your hands run back up from your lap, all the way to your breasts. God, how he wished that it was him who touched you like that.

Missed you so much. Always looking forward to seeing you.

For just a little while, he had decided not to touch his cock. He could already tell that today would be intense and he did not want to cum before not even half the show was over. Of course, his member was hard and distracting in between his thighs, but he ignored it for now. Instead, he mirrored your movements and started toying with one of his own nipples. His other hand was still gripping the lube bottle. It was almost like and anchor to him, reminding him of what was yet to come. Intently, he watched you and he could have sworn that small smile slipped over your face at just the moment his comment showed up. But then you went on to reply to someone else.

Bit by bit, you fondled your breasts until your nipples were even harder and more evident through the almost see through nightgown. People were begging for you to take it off in the chat - Satori included. You loved torturing them for a little bit, but of course you gave in eventually.

"Gonna take it off for you." You winked at the camera and smiled your million dollar smile.

For him. You were doing this for him. At least here, in his bedroom, you were. Satori knew that every other person watching your stream was probably thinking the exact same thing. or at least you wanted them to - but he didn‘t care. It felt too good to imagine. The straps of your dress slipped form your arms and the fabric pooled at your hips, exposing the delicious length of your torso. You really were wearing a lace bra that already showed off your nipples.

“Want you to touch me.. I‘ve been so alone without you..“ Your fingers went back to your chest as you grabbed both your breasts and arched your back into your own touch. Your eyes were closed and your mouth open to let low moans out. Soon enough, your bra fell away as well and you were pulling and pinching your puffy nipples. Tendou had made good use of his lube bottle and put a generous amount onto his cock before he threw the bottle onto the other end of his bed and slowly started fisting his cock. Fuck. He wasn‘t going to last long.

take the rest off, baby. wanna see your pretty pussy

He was a magician. He had to be. Because just seconds after he had typed his request into the chat you looked at the camera, cheeks flushed and eyes big and innocent, asking “you want me to take this off, too?“, a hand already on the still messy nightgown around your hips. He was either a magician or you really did look for his comments.

Quickly, you rid yourself of any remaining clothing and knelt back down. The mattress dipped down underneath you as you pressed your knees harder into the mattress to raise your hips and show off your drenched pussy to the camera. Satori would never, ever stop thanking the heavens above for letting him find you. This was the prettiest sight he had ever seen and he never wanted to forget it. You, on your knees, one hand on your nipple, the other resting on your abdomen while you raised your hips just so he could see your wet pussy better. God, you were perfect. You truly were.

“You like it?“ Your voice was so soft, so genuine. Like you truly were kneeling in front of your boyfriend and you weren‘t sure if he liked what you were showing him. Although, if your boyfriend didn‘t make sure to shower you in praises every time he saw you and made sure you knew how gorgeous and sweet you were, he was an absolute moron. Satori wouldn‘t make that mistake. He didn‘t.

so so prettyy

fuck

you always look so good baby

cant get enough of you

He had to muster up all his willpower to not start fucking his fist right then and there, but he wanted to touch himself while you touched yourself. He wanted to do it with you. Together. It was torture waiting for your hand to finally move.

touch yourself princess

wanna see you cum

It drove him mad how you inched our fingers closer and closer to your cunt. You had stopped responding to the comments, which was unusual for you. Normally, you would be whispering sensual nothings or tease the commentators about how desperate they were or say something else. But today, it was almost all moans and whispers as you pumped your fingers in and out of yourself. It was a desperate rhythm that you set and Satori followed you. He was fisting his cock tightly now, grinding his teeth as he tried to hold off his orgasm. The noises you made were sinful and only drove him to fuck his fist harder and harder. He was wondering if you were close.

You hips rose again as you stopped fucking yourself and started rubbing circles on your sensitive little clit.

“Wanna.. wanna be good for you..“ Tendou had never heard you sound so desperate. Was there really someone out there, someone watching you right now that you wanted to please this much? Was your partner watching this?

youre so good

fucking perfect

It was hard to type the words with only one hand (while fucking himself into the other), but he needed to tell you. Even when he was probably the last person you were thinking about. But then why did your eyes search for a comment and seemingly stop when his popped up? Why was there a glimmer in your eyes? Tendou had to know. He had to know if this was all just in his head or if there truly was something between you two, something that traveled all the way from his fingertips to his keyboard, through internet cables all around the world into your room. He sped up his thrusts and he could see you do the same right after his words flew across the screen, your face even more flushed than before. You were close. He knew that, he had seen you orgasm so many times. He was gonna cum soon, too. And he let you know.

im close

cum with me

now

“Hhh - I - ah!“ Your orgasm hit you like you were surprised by it. You doubled over and fell onto the bed, all of your muscles shivering under the sheer pressure your pleasure put you under. You kept moving your fingers and the sound of your slick mixed with your whimpers as you came all over yourself, just at the right moment, just the second Satori emptied himself into his fist. And that‘s when he heard it. Faintly, it echoed through his room, but there was no denying that it came from you. A quick, quiet whimper. “Tori!“

He wheezed, gripping his cock impossibly tighter as another pulse of cum dirtied his hand. His every movement stilled, eyes wide open and fixated on the screen where you now laid panting after your own orgasm.

You had just said his username. As you came. During your life stream. Where you put on a show. For him. You came - for him. Was he not alone in his longing for the person on the other side of the screen after all?

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catasoph · 11 months

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How to kill someone

Tendou Satori x f!reader

Summary: Satori was alone his whole life. Always the monster that nobody wanted around until he found someone that would stay with him till the end.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: bullying, insults, implied suicidal thoughts, loneliness, angst, hurt/comfort

There was only a little boy sitting at a large table filled with plates and cups for no one to be used, with drinks and snacks that no one would touch. He had a little party hat on his red hair but no one who he would share all the happiness, that once radiated of him, with. His little hands were clenched tightly into his new shirt, his bottom lip wobbling and his eyes becoming glassy but no tear was shed. A woman with a large smile came into the room, holding a cake with chocolate gloss all over it. It wasn`t a masterpiece but it showed that she cared.

“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Satori. Happy birthday to you!” Before her silvery voice could finish the song the boy in front of her started weeping. His face scrunched up until a stream of tears followed. His mother gently placed the cake on the fully decorated table, just to crouch down next to her boy and hold him tightly. “Ohh honey, I´m so sorry.” His tears were soaking into the fabric of her wonderful dress but she didn`t budge. She didn`t push him away or reprimand him for ruining it. Satori was just a child desperately wanting to feel loved and if his friends couldn`t do that, then his mother would need to step up. “Why didn`t they come?” His little hand still clinging to her form while his pleading eyes were looking right through her. How should she answer that? How should she explain to her son that his friends were playing with his feelings, trying to torture him? “I don`t know, darling.” She tried smiling, lifting the corners of her mouth but it couldn`t reach her eyes, because she knew. They both did.

Every year after that he tried again and again. But no one ever showed up to his birthday parties. After that, the first day of middle school was the chance he had been waiting for. He was bouncing with energy, ready to make everything right. When his mom pulled up to school to drop him off he saw all these unfamiliar children. The reason for all the nervous tugging and quickly looking around from others, was the reason Satori's heart was nearly pounding out of his chest, accompanied by a big smile. Nobody knew him here. Nobody to ignore him, pretend to be his friend but call him names behind his back. It was finally going to be better.

His mother tried to give him a reassuring smile, holding his hands for a second too long with clammy hands while saying goodbye. As soon as her boy turned around running over to the other kids going to his classroom, her smile fell and she started nibbling on her bottom lip. Nearly making it bleed again after doing it repeatedly for the last few days. He was gonna be alright. Satori bounded into his new classroom. Eyes sparkling with excitement. Finally, after everything he would find friends. He could join a sports club to find people that had the same interests as him. They could train together and go to tournaments. He would be just like everybody else.

One of his little hands was reaching for the doorknob of the classroom while his other one was holding the strap of his backpack. Squeezing it occasionally to contain his excitement. The door was pushed open and a few heads turned around with big eyes. Nervousness radiating off them to see who else would be in their class. Satori's smile stretched over his whole face, showing his teeth that were still a bit too big for his mouth. His eyes scrunched together a bit. His eyes scanned the crowd for a place to sit, waving shyly at his new classmates that were still watching him until his eyes landed on them. Two boys, who seemed ohh so innocent but were the demons his nightmares were made of. His supposedly friends, which ignored him, talked behind his back and called him bad names at the end of primary school. They were everything he had wanted to avoid for his new beginning. "Hey, look who else is here?" Akui pointed out. He was a plain-looking kid. Dark hair falling over his face and almost hiding his small brown eyes. He was gesturing towards Satori, making the other boy at the table next to him turn around. Yumekuis freezing cold eyes fell on him and a wicked smirk danced along his features that had to look so innocent to everyone else seeing their interaction.

"Hey freak, nice to have you back in our class." The glint in his eyes darkened while he waved toward Satori and made a gesture to the table in front of them. They wanted him to sit with them. It wasn`t a friendly request so they could all be together. It was meant to be Satori's slow execution. He wanted to torture everything that Satori stood for. But he sat. Even though everything in him screamed to stand up, to run, to fight, to cry, to do anything but sit. He sat. Moving mechanically and not moving a muscle after he had found his place. He was paralyzed. The cruel truth of destiny had shown him that he could not outrun his fate. All other children would have been ecstatic to see a familiar face in the same room as them but for Satori it was a nightmare come true. Satori had thought weeks before stepping foot into his new classroom that things would be finally better, but after a few months, he realized how horrible it was going and that nobody had his back except for himself. And even he wanted to give himself up so badly and put a knife in his heart to end it all. The pain and suffering. The feelings. From day one everyone was against him. He became the monster. The soul-sucking demon nobody was allowed to touch otherwise you got a disease.

It was the second period. Their teacher had written a math problem on the blackboard and tried to explain a new formula to solve it. But it was hard to listen when little paper pieces were stuck in his hair and occasionally wet pieces found their way to his forehead. Satori was never sure if someone used water from their bottle for it or just their own saliva. His table was filling up with garbage from every side. But their teacher stayed oblivious. Never calling the other students out and putting an end to the battle against the monster, as the other children often called it. As if he was a demon that would steal the happiness out of their lives and they had to fend him off.

It never ended there. Throwing garbage was just the beginning and as the months progressed his classmates grew braver. Putting his binders into the trash followed by his backpack. They stole his homework and pulled down his pants. It was exhausting. He was always waiting for the next attack. A new move they would pull on him to hurt him. It didn`t matter what he did to prevent it. They were always there. Watching him, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack and humiliate him. All their eyes were always on him. He could even feel them at home in the own comforts of his room. Middle school was hell and Yumekui was the reason it got created. The redhead was at the top of the mountain called loneliness and was just a slight push away from rolling down the other side, plummeting into a deep, cold lake that would finally freeze him. An end that he could already see from the top. It didn`t take long as the last push came. He was a stone that got kicked down, so it could sink into the darkness.

It was a Thursday afternoon and the sun was shining mercilessly down onto the courtyard. From the window, he could see children playing basketball or hide and seek. They all had huge smiles plastered onto their faces and even the kid that fell a second ago, was already on his feet again when one of his friends stretched a hand out to him and helped him up. Satori also needed someone to help him up. He joined the volleyball team of his school to find a person that could understand him. Instead, he found his talent. A passion that had kept him alive for longer. One that gave him hope. They had training on Thursday afternoons but as he wanted to grab his bag full of sportswear, he grabbed into nothingness. His bag was not where he had left it. The emptiness of the coat rack was taunting him. He could already see the disappointed and pitying eyes of his mother when another binder got lost or his backpack broke again. But losing his sportswear was worse because he knew he would have never misplaced it. Volleyball was his dream. He would never be so careless as to jeopardize it. The snickers coming from the last remaining students in the classroom also confirmed it. He hadn`t misplaced or lost it. It got stolen, because everyone hated him and no one wanted to play with him. No one could endure the satisfaction in his eyes when he blocked another spike and finally had the upper hand. So when they had a chance to take away his safe space. His paradise. They stopped at nothing. No feelings or expenses were spared because for them he didn`t deserve it. Satori went with hanging shoulders out of the classroom, eyes fixated on the floor so nobody could see the tears dripping down his cheeks. He was just a boy scared his whole life would be similar. Full of people that didn`t know him but hated him for his looks. He was scared that the bullying would only get worse, with no one to rely on but himself. He walked slowly down the corridor. Thinking about just going home, skipping training when anyways nobody wanted him there. Or if he should go to the gym, make up an excuse about forgetting his sports clothes. Standing his ground and showing his classmates that they couldn`t take that from him. But would it be worth it? To arrive there and only see disgusted faces. Two girls were coming his way, whispering their words and snickering quietly. They had something to do with it. Satori could see it in their eyes. They knew and they didn`t look at him with pity, they thought he deserved it. Until screaming was heard from the end of the corridor.

A girl was standing with their back towards him, gripping a bag that looked incredibly familiar while Yumekui was holding onto the other end. "Stop it! These are not yours!" The girl pressed out. Her whole face was red for exertion but her hands were not budging when Yumekui tried to rip it out of them once more. Satori walked closer to the action to confirm what he already thought. A girl he didn`t know was fighting for his gym clothes. Yumekui's hardened eyes lifted and fell automatically onto Satori. Immediately he let go of the bag and put an annoyed look on his face. Letting the girl stumble back but smile in victory. "Tsk, whatever. Keep this dirty thing." The boy tried to sound nonchalant but failed with the look he threw one last time at the pair before turning around. After he was gone the girl sighed in relief. The last tension was leaving her body before Satori spoke up and she went rigid again.

"That`s my bag." He said timidly, pointing with his long fingers toward her hands. Immediately she jerked around, her eyes wide. "Sorry! I wanted to bring it back but I wasn`t sure who it belonged to and Yumekui didn`t want to give it to me." She rapidly explained, putting a small smile on Satori's face which seemed to relax her. "Where did you find it?" "It was in the bin at the entrance." She explained while handing it over to the boy who had lost his smile again. The truth dawned on him, that this would happen more often now and Yumekui would always find new places to hide it. "I like your smile more." She spoke up once again, a frown now also gracing her lips. Satori took cautiously a step back. His brain going a mile a minute trying to figure out where the trap is. Was that girl in it as well? Is she only pretending to play nice to play an even sicker joke? Was she faking liking him, be his friend only to abandon him? Point with a finger at him, laughing uncontrollably while asking who would want to be the friend of a monster. He imagined a thousand scenarios but her eyes looked at him with so much concern that he couldn`t find the will to just run. He couldn`t even form words but she seemed to understand his inner turmoil. "Are you good at volleyball?" A shy nod followed from Satori before his eyes found the floor again. "Do you want to play before the next lesson starts?" His head jerked up, surprise flashing through his eyes while she just smiled. Satori eyed her suspiciously but she was unfazed, just waiting for him to confirm or deny. So he nodded making her beam at him even brighter before she took his hand and bounded with him over to the yard. "I`m (Y/N) (L/N) by the way. Nice to meet you." After that, there was always someone to hold him. They would play volleyball together and (Y/N) would look at him as if he was a miracle. She would always come to his birthday parties or as they got older, plan them herself. Their last year at Shiratorizawa came around and it was clear they all would go their separate ways. Moving to different cities or even countries and chasing their own dreams. Satori's birthday rolled around again. He was no longer filled with dread when he thought about that day because he knew there was always at least one person to remember it. When he came to class that morning a muffin was standing on his table and behind it, Semi and Ushiwaka were standing with neutral expressions. "Hey, guys. Is that for me?" Satori beamed, eyeing the little treat excitedly. "Of course, it's for you. Happy Birthday." Semi rolled his eyes at him but had a small smile on his lips. "I also wish you a pleasant birthday, Tendou." The redhead laughed thanking his ever-stoic friend as he gave him a little bag with presents their whole team had contributed to. Just as he was about to look at it another voice filled the classroom. The door flung open and loud panting was heard, followed by singing as Satori turned around. "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Satori. Happy Birthday to you!" Her face was bright red and her hair disheveled. It was the most beautiful sight he had seen all morning. "Thank you, Paradise." It wasn`t only gratefulness for her to remember his birthday but for her to stand by his side for all these years and save him from himself.

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leahrintarou · 7 months

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☠︎︎ DAY THIRTEEN: QUIROFILIA FT. TENDOU

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: she's obsessed with his hands, fingering, stimulation & penetration, public sex, and they're at a restaurant

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 760+

"is that even possible?" atsumu asked the redhead, referring to his question along the lines of "what if we get reincarnated as a volleyball and develop a spanking kink?". tendou shrugged not even knowing the answer to his own theory.

"what do you think, n/n?"

she looked up, moving her gaze from tendou's relaxed fingers to his 'innocent' smirking expression. she shrugged before letting out a small sigh as she fumbled with the ring that was located on her lovers finger.

he'd rested his right hand on her thigh, as his left one made slight taps against the table. "how much did you guys drink?" she asked, noticing her boyfriend, and the blonde miya twin's, loopy states. "enough" osamu mumbled, pushing his brother off of his shoulder.

the two exchanged a few words while tendou focus down on his hand that resided on y/n's thigh. "n/n" he called, smiling when she quickly looked up, giving him her attention. "are you turned on right now...just by my hands?" he mumbled, immediately letting out a chuckle when her fidgeting with his ring completely stopped.

she glanced in front of her, hesitating to look over to the twins but eventually let out a sigh of relief after noticing that they were caught up in their own conversation. "satori, were in public" she felt his hand slowly guiding itself further up her thigh, making her grab his wrist to stop his movements.

"is that supposed to stop me from wanting to pleasure you?"

swiftly getting his wrist out of y/n's loosened grasp, tendou made skillful movements, maneuvering his hand into her pants. "tendou" she warned once again. "ew, really? my family name? are you sure you didn't drink too?"

y/n glared at tendou, eyes widening when he redirected the twins attention onto herself. "y/n, are you okay?" he questioned, loud enough for the the two to hear this time. the three awaited for her answer while she attempted to hold their gazes, in an attempt to ignore tendous wandering fingers.

she managed a nod, watching as tendous fingers began to tap the table, purposely to tease her at it's 'patterned' movements. "are you sure?" this time, he pressed the pads of his index and ring finger against her clothed bud. "yes" this time she spoke up through a straightforward tone. "y/ n, you and tendou could head home if you aren't feeling well" osamu offered.

she would've taken the offer up if it weren't for the fact that tendou now began to massage steady paced circles against her. "n/n, let's stay a little longer" tendou smirked, making y/n roll her eyes, he noticed her borderline embarrassed state, deciding to take the attention off of her by starting up a new conversation topic with the twins.

y/n would be thankful but due to his movements speeding up, the pleasure filled sounds barely able to stay contained behind her lips, she was the least of thankful. he stopped his movements, allowing her to take a small breath before slowly inserting his fingers into her sex, all the while, holding a conversation with the twins in his tipsy state.

y/n knew that her boyfriend was especially skilled with his fingers, the way she reacted to his pleasured touches practically giving him one of the largest ego boosters. she faced the window, in an attempt to hide her quietly panting expression and on the other hand, osamu noticed her disturbed state but decide against bringing it up and chalking it up to her just being tired. after all, it was pretty late at night.

she reached for his hand, trying to slow his movements but could only grip the sleeve of his hoodie after feeling his side eyeing gaze peer burning holes into her figure. "hey n/n, did you hear that?" tendou's questioned. she hummed, giving the three a small amount of attention that she managed to muster up. y/n felt tendou's thumb rub circles against her bud, as she recognized his expression. the one that meant he was up to no good.

"they're having a party on Friday, do you wanna go?" he questioned. "sure, sounds good" she nodded. tendou faced the twins before nodding. "guess that means she's down to come"

and with his indirect approval, y/n couldn't help but cover her lips with her hand before facing the window as that familiar feeling coursed through her body, thighs clasping around tendou's wrist.

the twins glanced at y/n before noticing tendou's 'innocent' smile "tendou, really?"

"what?"

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moonbeamwritings · 1 year

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a parisian date with tendou

pairing: timeskip!satori tendou x gn!reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: none

the poem referenced at the end is “Les Amoureux” By Madeleine De Scudéry

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“My babbbyyyy,” Satori sing-songs, arms spread wide to greet you at the airport. “My baby’s here!”

You all but slam into his chest and within seconds he’s lifting your feet from the floor, twirling you around as he presses dozens of little kisses wherever he can reach. Satori lets out a pleased sigh as he squeezes you closer, crushing you into a hug.

“I missed you so much.”

You capture his cheeks in your palms and plant a sweet kiss on his lips. “I missed you more.”

He returns you to your feet, but doesn’t let you slip away so easily. As you start to walk towards the exit, Satori loops his arm around your shoulders, tugging you close until no space remains between you. “Nuh-uh. Not possible. I almost withered away and died without your kisses!”

“You sound like Tinker Bell,” you tease, pinching his cheek.

Satori puffs his chest out a bit as you stop to wait for your cab to pull up. “We’re the same, her and I. We understand each other.”

The two of you make idle chit-chat as you push your weight into his side, his arm curled tightly around your waist, occasionally exchanging kisses to keep Satori alive.

When the cab finally pulls up, Satori is quick to pull your suitcase from your palm and the backpack from your shoulders, carefully packing them into the back of the car. Snapping the trunk of the taxi shut, Satori grins at you eagerly. “Are you ready for a Valentine’s Day in Paris, baby?”

The Valentine’s Day festivities start with a trip to the bakery down the road. On the walk there, Satori tells you he comes nearly once a day for a coffee and to gossip with the sweet older woman who owns the place. Apparently, he started watching her cat in exchange for French lessons and now they’re a dynamic duo.

She gushes when the bell over the door signals Satori’s arrival, reaching across the counter to smooch both his cheeks. And when she locks eyes with you, she gives you much the same treatment, excitedly rambling in French.

Unfamiliar with the language, all you can do is smile and nod as Satori responds in stride. It flows from his tongue with practiced ease, hands moving animatedly as he gestures to you and then to the display case. You catch a thank you and a chocolate croissant order somewhere in there, but that’s where your French knowledge starts and ends.

When she turns to pull the treats he ordered from the glass display case, Satori worms his arm around your waist, brimming with pride. “She said you’re very beautiful, and she’s mad that I haven’t brought you around before.”

“You talk about me?”

His grin only grows. “Of course I do! Nicolette knows everything.” He pinches your side. “Even about all the times you’ve drooled all over my pillows.”

Scandalized, you reel back. “You didn’t.”

A kiss lands on the crown of your head in an attempt to soothe you. You can feel Satori’s smile against your hair. “I’m kidding. She thinks you’re un ange — an angel.”

Your cheeks burn as he pulls away and takes the box of treats from Nicolette. You both give your thanks, and she tells Satori to bring you back in before you leave. With a promise that he will, you set off to eat your pastries in the park.

Bellies full to bursting with fresh pastries and with sunshine warming your cheeks, Satori brings you to what he calls hidden gems. The streets bustle with life as he brings you first to a bookstore with old wooden floors and a creaky staircase that leads to shelves of vintage books that stretch far above your heads.

Satori plucks a thin book with a red spine and gold lettering from the shelf and smiles. Long, lithe fingers flick through the different pages, his eyes scanning over the letters. In the silence, you crowd his space, peering over the top of the book to catch a peek at the yellowing pages.

When his eyes meet yours, he taps the tip of your nose. “They’re love poems.”

“Since when are you a poetry kinda guy?”

He tucks the book under his arm and takes your hand. “Mm,” Satori fixes you with a gaze you can only describe as sweet before he leans in to kiss you. “I’m feeling inspired.”

The next “hidden gem” is a tacky, over-the-top souvenir shop close to the heart of the city. It’s jam-packed with tourists, all standing shoulder to shoulder as they peruse the Eiffel Tower-shaped hat options and the gaudy shirts with Paris plastered across the front with an Eiffel Tower as the “A”.

“This is a hidden gem?” You ask, cringing at the neon pink lettering of the shirt in front of you.

“Maybe not hidden,” Satori corrects, plopping one of the hats on your head, “but definitely a gem.”

The moment you’re able to, he crams you into the photo booth in the far corner, taking a little photo with a poorly designed Parisian border, one decorated with baguettes and berets and bright red hearts. In it, he’s squishing your cheeks in his palm to give you a fish face and pushing his nose into your cheek, lips puckered.

You leave that store with a keychain that proudly displays the new photo and a design that reads, “the city of love” plastered in sparkly black font below it.

Satori’s tour of Paris continues with a brief stop at his work for chocolate. There, a photo of the two of you together is pinned on the family cork board behind the counter. And as Satori puts his order in, his co-workers threaten to steal you away from him, friendly affection for your boyfriend glimmering in their smiles and hidden in their jokes.

Next, he brings you to a quiet rose garden tucked away from the hustle and bustle; a spot where you spend a quiet moment, munching on delicious chocolates and taking a break from the onslaught of tourists.

“Act natural.”

“What?”

With the dull snap of a stem, Satori tucks a soft pink, and thankfully thornless, garden rose behind your ear. Once it’s perched in its new spot, he presses a kiss to the shell of your ear before whispering, “You’re really not supposed to pick the flowers.” He pushes a stray hair away from your face, jostling the rose a bit as he does. “But I think they can make a Valentine’s exception, don’tcha think?”

After a long day filled with food and little shops and the warmth of Satori’s hand in your own, the whirlwind tour of his new home city comes to an end at the base of the Eiffel Tower at ten o’clock at night. Tourists and locals alike still meander about, sharing kisses beneath the twinkling landmark, but the cool night air has quieted the sidewalks, giving you a moment of peace.

The moon sits high and bright in the sky, as you curl up between Satori’s legs, his chin hooked over your shoulder as he reads from the love poems book resting in your lap. Love settles and blooms between your ribs as beams of moonlight decorate the pages and kiss Satori’s fingers where they curl around the book. Your hand moves on its own, coming up to circle his wrist, rubbing a soothing thumb into his skin.

Satori’s voice travels on the breeze, the French rolling from his tongue in soft lilts — a poetry reading just for you. “... Les indifférents n'ont qu'une âme; Mais lorsqu'on aime, on en a deux.”

The concluding line is punctuated with a beat of silence and a kiss to the plush of your cheek.

“What does it mean?” You ask quietly, as if speaking any louder will shatter the moment.

He rereads the poem, kissing your temple every few lines. “... The indifferent have but one soul,” he translates, “but when you love, you have two.”

You nuzzle your cheek into his before turning in his arms, capturing his jaw in your palm and leaning in for a kiss. It feels like a promise, a press of your lips with a sense of finality. At that moment, you decide you never want to do this with anyone else.

“I love you,” you tell him the moment you part.

He regards you with honeyed affection, snuggling close to peck your nose and then your cheek before finally meeting your lips again. As the light of the Eiffel Tower casts his face in pretty, amber shadows, he assures you, “I love you more.”

#moonbeamwritings valentine's day 2023 #tendou x reader #tendou imagine #satori tendou x reader #satori tendou imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #hq x reader #hq imagine #tendou fluff #haikyuu fluff

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lumiinix · 1 year

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Warning(s): Reader is kinda egoistic here- (is this even a warning?), No beta we die like men.

A/N: “Outcast x Perfect” trope is my new obsession.

Tendou crushing on the resident pretty (pronoun), you were no doubt the prettiest out of them all, inside and out, not only were your looks admired by both girl and boys of the school, your smartness and wisdom is also highly praised by teachers as well. And to add the cherry or do he say cherries on top? You were kind, confident and friendly and every other positive adjective there is in the dictionary. People say you were perfect as you walk pass them in the school hallway, saying hello with a small smile and a little wave, making everyone’s heart fluttered, that includes him as well.

Because you’re so perfect, naturally he would stay away from you as far as possible, not because he hates you, no no, how can he hate someone that’s been so nice to him since the day he walk into this school? But because he doesn’t want his reputation to taint yours. Someone like you deserve someone as equally perfect (even though it’s impossible in his eyes) not some weirdo kid whose nickname literally had the word “monster” in it. He thought that you wouldn’t even think of him when it comes to the dating world, when there’re so many better people you could choose from, so with a heavy sigh, he walks away from you, hoping that this big puppy crush would eventually go away.

What he didn’t know that you on the other hand, is racking your head around why? Just why did your crush, Tendou Satori, would ignored you?! You know your reputation, you know that people will always look at you, notice you, but why is he different?! Why does he makes your life so difficult all of a sudden?!

“Maybe he’s just shy, just in denial!” You thought. Yeah, that’s the case, there’s no way your perfectness didn’t effect him (you were correct), you just need to be with him more! Then when he’s in your present long enough, he’ll crack and confess to you! Yeah!

You squealed at the idea, you can already imagine a flustered Satori confessing to you, worrying that you would reject him because of his reputation, and you would say yes, of course you will! People that say that he’s weird and creepy didn’t understand anything about him at all, but you do, and you’ll make your he does too!

“Tendou Satori! You’ll be my boyfriend one day!”

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

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quietwhispersofaffection · 11 months

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Written by: Quiet Whispers of Affection

Edited by: Quiet Whispers of Affection

Date: 9/16/2022

Words: 547

Status: GREEN

Warnings: really none. There is slight mention of obsessive and unhealthy behavior in the synopsis and a little farther into the fic but nothing that is graphic or extreme.

Synopsis

Tendou Satori is the right hand man to Ushijima Wakatoshi, the powerful, yet relatively underground mafia lord. After seeing the head maid at work, caring, feeding, and schooling Ushijima’s children, he decides that he has to have her for himself, dark urges he suppressed his whole life becoming more and more evident the longer he lives without her. He is convinced he loves her, but can she feel the same way when his actions become stifling and intrusive? Probably not, but it wouldn’t matter anyway.

Prologue:

What A Mess

Satori Tendou

She was one of his favorite members that occupied the Shiratorizawa grounds. As the head maid, she took care of Ushijima Wakatoshi’s children, the children who had almost everything at their small fingertips. She was sweet and gentle, a stark contrast to the woman that he saw laughing and spitting vulgar jokes with the rest of the staff that she was housed with. Tendou couldn’t lie, he was smitten for both of the sides that he witnessed every day, always attempting his best to get a glimpse of her before he had to do the important tasks set out for him. This maid had captured his soul, devouring it whole and leaving none for himself.

“Good afternoon Mr. Tendou,” a soft smile graced her lips, bowing respectfully to the man in front while readjusting her glasses farther up the bridge of her nose. Oh how cute he found that nose to be. “How are you on this fine morning sir?”

“You can drop the formalities with me, darling,” Tendou smiled, positively basking in the shock that washed across her face when the name fell from his lips. “Just call me Satori.”

She squeaked a little in surprise, a slight blush dusting her sweet, plump cheeks. Tendou smirked watching her stutter over her words like a love struck idiot. “O-of course Mr.-”

Before she could finish, a pointed look was directed her way, his eyebrows rising yet his amusement written plain as day in his intriguing, yet rather peculiar, eyes. She chuckled lightly, glancing away from him for a moment. “Of course, Satori.”

“There we go,” Tendou grinned, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “Much better if ya ask me. Say, I see you round here a lot. You take care of Ushiwaka’s kids?” Tendou asked this as a formality as if he didn’t know what job she did on the grounds, where she lived, her sleeping habits and social security number. He couldn’t reveal all that, not yet.

“Ah, yes I do,” she smiled, nodding along as she spoke, staring up at him. “They are very well behaved kids. Stoic like their father. There’s hardly anything I need to do except keep them well educated and fed.”

“Mm yes, they are very well behaved,” Tendou agreed nonchalantly, mind wandering as he began to stare rather intensely into her eyes. Whilst doing so, the conversation seemed to fall flat, only reigniting when the tower clock chimed. Eight clear bells resonated through the grounds, knocking them out of their inner thoughts.

“That my que,” she laughed awkwardly, glancing away from him for a moment. “I should get back to the children. It was nice speaking with you Satori.”

Tendou smiled, feeling delirious that his name sounded so heavenly falling from her mouth. “Yea, it was great talking to you too. See you around!”

She smiled and nodded awkwardly, eyes roaming across the floor before walking away, the small blush he had caused earlier still evident on her face. Tendou watched her leave, his heart bursting in his chest when she looked back waving goodbye with a small giggle. She disappeared around the corner and Tendou turned, feigning pain as he clutched his chest with a goofy smile plastered across his face. She was so perfect it hurt him, and he was determined to have her.

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I do not own any of the characters created by the Mangaka of Haikyuu!! but I do not condone rewrites or copies of my work. Reblogs are fine as long as I receive the credit.

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kissagii · 1 year

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tendou's love language is food. food given, food receevied, food cooked, food eaten. at first he'll bring you snacks: chips, sweets, pretzels, little things he found at the store or whipped up late at night after practice. when you bring him something of your own, his eyes light up and he can't stop jumping up and down. food trades become a regular thing - you give him something you love, and he gives you something he loves in return. because its the two of the things he loves most together. food and you.

#{🐌 - snails}#tendou #tendou satori #satori tendo #tendo x reader #tendo headcanons #tendou x reader #tendou headcanons #tendou imagine #tendo imagine #tendo x gn!reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader

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misswritress · 2 years

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« Tendou with his Insecurities »

words used: 494

warnings: pure fluff that'll give you a heart attack

A/N: I'm trying out new structures, so please feel free to comment advice/suggestions :)

Before your relationship!

✤ Due to his horrible past, Tendou is filled with insecurities, —overflowing with insecurities, to be exact.

✤ He has been called a monster, a creep and every name in the book, whether it may be in the past or the present, to his face or behind his back. He can never escape them, so this precious boy's self-esteem is at a negative 100.

✤ So imagine his surprise when you confess to him one day that you like him.

✤ For a minute, he felt that you were playing a prank on him, the meanest prank that anyone has played on him. He liked you, yes. You were kind, sweet and cute. You were one of the few people that really knows who he is. But he always felt that he wasn't good enough for you, that he was dirt stuck under a shoe; worthless and disgusting.

✤ It took him a moment to realize that you weren't joking around, that you were telling the truth. You genuinely did have feelings for him.

When you are in a relationship!

✤ You will need a lot of patience with this man.

✤ Not because he's super high maintenance, no. It's because, as stated above, this precious boy is overflowing with insecurities. Though, you both have started dating and he knows your feelings are genuine, he still feels he isn't right for you. He feels he isn't worthy of you. He feels that he isn't enough for you.

✤ THAT. IS. NOT. TRUE.

✤ Please comfort him. Reassure him that you love only him, that he is good enough for you, that he can never be replaced.

✤ This precious boy must be protected!!

✤ Just because you're dating, doesn't automatically mean his insecurities just magically go away. It's safe to say that this boy is emotionally scarred for life.

✤ Also disclaimer!! Trust and Insecurity are two different things. Tendou trusts you. He knows you would never ever cheat on him, you have his complete faith (aw, my baby)

✤ He has just been hurt so many times that he can't help it.

✤ Even when you guys have been dating for a long time, –let's say 2-3 years, he still has these kinds of thoughts, though its toned down a notch. It pops up whenever he has a bad day and he hears a mean comment about how you're dating him, it just gets to him, you know?

✤ Give him a hug, or a kiss on the lips, or both. Show him that you love him.

✤ Whatever your love language may be, Tendou needs evidence of your love whenever he's in this mood.

✤ Just do this, and his insecurities vanish for the moment.

✤ Please never get tired of telling him how much you love him, how much he means to you, how much you will never get tired of him. This boy deserves everything in life.

#tendou imagine #tendou x you #tendou headcanons #tendou hcs #tendou haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#tendou satori #tendou drabble #tendou fic #satori tendo x reader #satori tendō #satori tendou #satori tendo icons

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stupidsagestars · 1 year

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𝐬.𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐱 (𝐟) 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: a famous chess player who's shy and quiet has a bit of fun with a bold,fun photographer.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut,cum eating,fingering,cunilingus,riding, degradation.

'★- i watched queen's gambit a while ago and I just couldn't stop thinking of an oblivious chess reader having to deal with an eccentric Tendō, enjoy!!

--𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑--

--•--•

It had been approximately 6 weeks since you had won the national chess championships being the first woman to do so in the last 50 years. This obviously made it in papers around the world. You had been in interviews,adverts,signed contracts with brands all in the space of a month. Now it was a time for yet another photoshoot. You dressed in a simple sundress since you knew you would have to change anyway and brought along a bag with a chess board in it. According to your agent, your destination was a manor in the countryside, you were taking pictures for Vogue's spring magazine.

You knocked on the door and waited for someone to hopefully open it.

It slowly opened and you found yourself face to face with an extremely attractive guy. His hair was a cherry red which was unusual but it fit him so well. He was super tall so he towered over you. His eyes are wide and seem to be analyzing you with ever glance. He's dressed in a blue and white striped polo shirt with beige trousers and green socks.

"So you're here!" He said welcoming you in.

"It's a pleasure to meet you miss chess champion, I'm Tendo Satori, your photographer" He says offering his hand out for you to shake it.

"This place is incredibly beautiful,do you own it?" You asked, observing the space around you.

"Yep. Although I wasn't the one who decorated it." He notes, leaning on an armchair behind him.

"Do you have a girlfriend who did it all for you?" You ask.

He scoffs, "Nope, I'm quite lucky to be honest this place is passed down from my dad who got it front grandad who got it from his dad- you get what I mean."

You nod.

"So, we'll be working all around the house today. Let's start in the kitchen, do you have your clothes?" He asks, adjusting the lens on his camera.

You freeze. "Oh uh I thought they would be here."

"Don't worry about it. I'll call 'em and see what they say." He plunges his hand in his pocket for his phone and leaves you for a moment to have a chat with whoever was in charge.

You were left to sort of just stand there, you decided to take out you chess board. You walked over to the kitchen and placed it on the island. You didn't take the pieces out so you didn't look rude. Instead you just played it in your head, just like you did when you were kid. It was a last resort but it worked,at least it did for you.

"Move the rook forward 2 spaces." You muttered to yourself, hands tracing the board.

Suddenly you heard a voice from behind you that made you jump, "you really are great aren't you?" Tendo said, his eyes wide with interest.

"Thank you." You said quietly feeling your face burn.

"How'd you do it, like the whole playing in your head thing?"

"It sort of just happens, as a kid I'd didn't have a board so that was all I coul really do."

"That's so cool."His eyes brightened and he couldn't help but smile at this delightful woman.

He cleared his throat and began to speak. "Right so we've got a few issues. The first being that they've decided they want you for Victoria's secret today and Vogue tomorrow. It means you're going to have to wear some lingerie." He says slowly.

"But! I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable so you don't have to if you're not up to it."

You looked away, "I guess I can do it."

His eyes light up,"Great. Come with me."

You can't help but feel the tension in the atmosphere, it felt like he would say anything, those tiny praises were making your heart twist and he was so casual and cool it gave you butterflies.

"Right so the room on the left is the dressing room you'll find a red lingerie in there. I'm just going to get some equipment so I'll meet you back at the kitchen."

"Great." You say, giving him a small smile.

You walk into the dressing room which most definitely had the red lingerie you were looking for but it wasn't just that there were many, many, colours and patterns. You took off your dress and your underwear and put on the lingerie it had floral patterns on it, definitely something Victoria's secret would sell.

You take a deep breath and leave the room. You walk down the stairs to find Tendo already waiting for you.

"You look lovely." He said, eying you up and down, his breath hitched,the sight of you made his heart twist, he could feel an erection building up inside of him.

"I can't help but feel like you're giving me too many compliments." You say, innocently. Now for some reason you didn't find any of this extremely uncomfortable or lewd maybe because your brain was filled with chess pieces, competitions and strategies you didn't spend much time thinking about sexual thoughts or lustful feelings, now that you were 23 years old, although these things were common in the adult world it had still been difficult for you to adjust,coming from an orphanage that was completely disconnected from society.

"I could give alot more but I'm a professional man." He replies, running a hand through his hair. Tendou wasn't lying when he said this, he could bathe you in praises if he wished to but he didn't want to creep you out but then he couldn't help but get even more aroused, you were so innocent and just unaware, would you be different in bed, oh how funny would that be! You with a completely different personality whilst he relentlessly pounds into you, happy to be his slut.

"Right so what'd you want me to do?" You say standing Infront of the island.

"Uh, well I've put all the pieces on the board because I think we can utilise it, act like you're using it."

"Okay." You pick up the bishop and hold it in your hand.

"Nice now bend over slightly."

The camera clicks a few times.

"Perfect now I want your right hand on your hips and look like you're trying to figure something out, take some of the pieces off the board." He orders and you oblige.

"Move your hand a little up." He says and you do but he decides to walk towards you.

"Do you mind if I do it for you?"

"Go ahead."

He bends down and holds your hand gently. He moves it right above your panties, you can feel his breath on you whereas you could barely breathe. His hands were so cold against your warm body.

You couldn't help but curse in response to this odd feeling in your stomach.

"You alright y/n?" He asks slowly getting back up and putting his hands on your shoulders.

"Don't be worried, you're doing a great job." He said and you quickly nod, "t-thanks." You say but it barely comes out.

What was this feeling? This man was reducing you to feeble expressions and quick nods how did he do it. Ever since you were 7, playing chess with the old cleaner, you hadn't thought about anything but chess but over the past year or two you had become more exposed to the ideas of sex,money, alcohol and freedom, now here you were at 23 years old stealing looks at this hot photographer who couldn't stop complimenting you.

"Like that." He whispers mouth millimetres away from brushing against your ear.

He walks back behind the camera and takes more shots.

Tendou could feel the atmosphere eating him alive, god was he horny. The feeling in his dick could not be mistaken. He remembered the first time he heard about you. It was Saturday morning and he was sitting in the living room going through his emails.

"vogue spring shoot with Y/n l/n next week." He reads out slowly. He'd opened another tab to search you up.

He found himself staring at and abundance of articles.

"FIRST WOMAN TO WIN NATIONAL CHESS CHAMPIONSHIPS IN THE LAST 50 YEARS."

"𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝟮𝟯 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗬 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗡 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗥𝗘𝗜��𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗠𝗣."

His eyes fluttered with interest. Tendo had a thing for smart girls, he didn't know if what he had could be classed as a kink but he just loved seeing this completely different side of them in bed. He was watching an interview of you now, you were exactly what he wanted, what he needed, you sounded like an intellectual,dressed casually, was extremely beautiful, he had to have you.

"She seems fun."

--★--

"Okay next up is the living room. They want a super casual mood, kind of like your recovering from a hangover."

"Oh okay."

"You're gonna have to look a little messy." He says placing a few cameras around the area.

"How messy?" You question.

"Like you've just had sex for a few hours and you've been drinking a mix of vodka and coca cola?"

You make a slightly grossed out face which he laughs at.

"Just try and look unkept it's not too hard."

"Yes it is, how am I meant to look messy??" You asks, crossing your arms.

"Ever had a hangover?"

"Surprisingly, yes, alot." You say, your voice laced with embarrassment.

"Really? Why do you seem so embarrassed about it?"

"Well you don't expect that type of behaviour from someone like me would you?" You say looking down at the floor.

"So what if I didn't, it makes you so much more interesting and it tells me you know how to have fun."

You can feel your face getting hot,"thank you."

He walks over to you and places his hand on your shoulder and examining your face.

"Now I see why you're struggling, this little face of yours is too damn pretty." He mutters, it's taking everything for him to not just pull you into a kiss.

Again, you freeze like that's all you know how to do. But you take a breath and think of it like a chess game. He was your opponent trying to rattle you.

"Again with the compliments,you really need to control yourself Mr Satori." You say, placing your hands on his and slowly pushing them off.

He looks at you surprised, but your outburst had appealed to him much more than you'd ever know.

"Why don't we take a break, like a chess break, play me, I want to know how good the chess champion is." He says breathless,a hand on his collar.

"Okay that sounds great."

"Let's play in my room, it's got a nice view." He offers.

"I would love to, lead the way sir."

--★--

You and Tendou had been sitting in his room for a good hour now, next to his large window which gave an extraordinary view to his room.

Little did you know, he had been eye fucking you ever since you had entered his room. You still hadn't taken off that red lingerie and he couldn't help but steal glances,red was his favourite colour.

You had beat him 15 times and you were both a little bit tipsy. He had offered you one of your favourite bottles which you just couldn't decline.

"Checkmate." You yawn, leaning back on the fancy armchair.

He pouts. "Seriously??"

"Yep." You chuckle.

"I would love to teach you something." He says quietly looking away.

"That would be nice, what's on your mind?"

His eyes light up.

"Stand up." He orders and you oblige.

"Do you mind if I touch you?" He asks first, standing up, his hands inches away from your hips.

"Sure."

He places one hand on your hips and another hovers around your panties.

"F-fuck." You curse, his grip becomes tighter.

"You want to continue to the game??" He whispers.

"Yes, yes." You say.

"You're a smart girl, I want full sentences, you think you can do that." He says latching his mouth on to your neck causing you to moan.

"I-I want to continue your game."

"Perfect." That consent from you was the final box ticked. He shoved his hands in your panties and let his fingers explore.

"So fucking wet." he mumbles.

Your sweet moans made him even more hornier, he wanted to fulfill all of his dirtiest fantasies right here right now.

"Little miss champion, letting herself get fingered by her photographer." He taunts, increasing his speed.

"I can see it on the papers now, little mis chess champion gets fucked outta her brains by Tendo Satori." He exclaims, slotting his lips into yours.

He notices your breath hitch and your legs shake a little which tells him you were about to cum.

"P-please go faster." You gasp, feeling yourself about to crumble.

"Ever been fingered like this y/n??" He continues, plunging his hand even deeper.

You respond with moans which tells you both everything you need to know.

"Didn't think so either." He sighs, slowly removing his hands. He shows his hand which is covered in your cum. He licks it all off, sticking his tongue out at you and smirking at your fucked out face, he was going to ruin you.

He pushes you onto his bed and you both quickly undress.

"You're so lewd." He chuckles placing his hand on your cheek.

"If anyone your the lewd one here, Mr Satori." You retort.

"Oh am I? You wanna see how lewd I can be y/n??"

He unbuttons his shirt and continues speaking, " how am I gonna explain this to my boss huh?" He clicks his tongue, giving your pussy a small slap.

"Tell him you were busy." You say and he laughs.

"I think we're gonna need more than that y/n." He say, slipping his trousers off.

You crawl over to him fiddling with the band of his Calvin Klein boxers.

"Tell him you were busy turning me into your slut."

He blinks a few times before looking at you.

You pull his boxers down and move your mouth down on his cock.

You slowly bob your head but before long he's forcing his cock down your throat, moving his hips and impeccable pace and destroying your throat. Sooner than later, there's a salty taste in your mouth, in response to his taunts earlier you stick your tongue out at him before swallowing it.

"My dirty little champion." He says, pulling you into you a long kiss.

You position yourself onto him, causing you both to let out a string of moans.

You start to bounce on him, your pussy sucked into his thick,veiny cock. He places his hands on both sides of your hips and helps you keep balance.

"Fuck,didn't know you were so nasty babe." He moans out, feeling his orgasm about to come.

"You might wanna take a picture Tendo." You breathe out, pushing yourself as deep as possible into him.

"No way, this is for my eyes only." He responds, equally breathless.

"gonna cum, gonna cum fuck." He swiftly lifts your dripping cunt onto his face leaving you in complete bliss. He lets his tongue swirls around you, eating you out like a starved man, he lets himself release, thick ropes of cum spread over his thighs.

"I'm thinking we go for round 2."

"No time to waste babe. Lets do it."

--★--

"I must say your game was pretty fun." You say arms wrapped around him.

"All thanks to you." He yawns giving you a small peck on the cheek.

"It's only 12pm and we're in bed." You chuckle.

"It's fine, I mean we did fuck for 2 hours."

★★★

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realcube · 2 years

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It’s not a pleasant feeling. This is his first birthday that Tendou has ever spent on his own, in the City of Dreams.

Paris; it was mostly referred to as the “City of Lights”, but he calls it his City of Dreams because it is the place were his dream of becoming a chef and running his own chocolaterie came true. He’s been here for half a decade now and accomplished so much.

Not without his own hard work and sacrifices, though. And he must say, the biggest sacrifice he’s had to make so far is having to part with you.

Usually, videochats and lovey text messages are enough to fill the distance between you both, but it’s on lonely nights like these, where he is hauling himself towards the elevator of his apartment complex — wearing his stained chef whites with a heavy rucksack slung over his shoulders — that he realises how truly arduous it is to be alone. To be without you.

All of his movements were frigid; nothing felt right today. He scanned his key then pressed the button for his apartment.

5. The penthouse. He used to live on the second floor of this same apartment complex but once he gained the funds for it, he managed to ascend all the way up to the highest floor.

For him, usually his residence is a symbol of how far he has come and all that he has achieved through his perseverance, but today it only reminded him of you and how you had yet to come see his new house (that he has had for over a year now). He has given you a virtual tour of it but that’s not the same as having you lie down next to him in his twin bed, cuddled up to his chest while he has his arms wrapped lovingly around you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Oh, and he remembers when he first mentioned that he had bought a twin bed, you were rightfully confused. When he is rich enough to buy a penthouse, how can he not afford a double bed?

Well, his explanation is quite simple, really. The less space in the bed, the more cuddling that will occur. And maybe other things too, who’s to say?

Plus, they don’t make race-car beds in king size! (Jokes, he doesn’t have a race-car bed; they don’t make them in any size above small single, and cuddling with you in a single bed would simply be claustrophobic. He does care a lot about your comfort.)

As the lift slowly began to ascend upwards, he was left to ponder what he had done wrong. Every year, you make it a point to come visit him for his birthday, while he visits you on your birthday and most other holidays. Including pancake day. (Because, let’s face it, it’s a lot cheaper to leave Paris than it is to get in.) However, this year you said you couldn’t make it due to work commitments.

And at first he was irritated because he wasn’t really used to you putting your work in front of your relationships. Plus, he’s gone to hell and back rescheduling appointments, just so he could see you on your special day. Why couldn’t he get the same thing in return? But then it dawned on him that the whole reason you are both apart in the first place is because of his own work commitments. So he didn’t really have the authority to be upset with you, only with himself.

A faint ring echoed through the elevator and Tendou couldn’t help but heave a sigh. This was sure to be his worst birthday yet. There is always next year, though.

The elevator door parted before his heavy eyes. He’d been running on caffeine, so he wasn’t able to tell if he was hallucinating when he saw his living room floor scattered with confetti balloons and multi-coloured streamers hanging from the wall, decorating the tables and lining his couch. It appeared as though a rainbow had come crashing down on his previously Rustic, minimalist living room.

Though he wasn’t opposed, the bright splashes of colour really did cheer him up. Perhaps the thing that was bringing him down was living in such a dull and lifelessly decorated house. Up until now, he’d accepted how the house came pre-furnished and never really interfered with the décor, but now that his eyes have been opened to how lively and optimistic his environment can make him feel, his first instinct was to rush to his computer and start searching for an interior designer.

Of course, he will do that after he finds the person responsible for livening up his house, because it certainly was not him. It’s likely to be the doings of his landlord or a.. very friendly burglar. Because he did notice that his antique chocolate cuckoo clock was missing.

“Hello?” His voice echoed through the living room. His jaw immediately snapped shut when he heard movement coming from the kitchen; what sounded like shuffling and humming. Though whatever it was, didn’t acknowledge him at all.

Instead of engaging with the demon that could possibly be present in his home right now, he reached out to grab the tablet that rested on the wall right next to the elevator. It was the device that was connected to all the security cameras he had set up in his house.

Scrolling through all the footage, he finally landed on the camera view that was currently recording the kitchen and his heart skipped a beat.

It wasn’t a burglar or his landlord. And quite frankly, he would have figured it was some sort of demonic entity before he would’ve guessed that the person in the kitchen of his Parisian Penthouse would be you. The person who said they couldn’t have made it to celebrate his birthday even if they begged their boss for a day off. Even through a low-quality cheap camera, he was able to recognise your grace.

Tendou smiled and tossed the tablet onto the couch, racing to the kitchen at top speed so he could finally take a look at you after all this time. You already had him grinning from ear-to-ear at the mere sight of you through a screen, so imagine the tears he wept when he was finally standing in the same room as you.

“(y/n)..” he gasped, frozen in place at the entrance of the kitchen, gazing at your figure through glossy eyes. You had a glamourous outfit on, perfectly styled hair and in your hand was a piping bag as you worked away at the final details at what he presumed was his birthday cake.

Upon hearing his voice, you visibly tensed. Not because he was home earlier than you expected, but because it had been so long since you had heard his real voice. His authentic voice that hadn’t been altered by the quality of his microphone or the static of your wifi. It was his kind voice that called out to you, which result in you spinning on your heels and immediately dashing towards him to engulf him in your arms.

And he wasn’t taken aback or surprised in the slightest. Ever since the moment he left you last time, he’s been prepared to take you in his arms again. He adores nothing more than your chest pressed against his, and how your loving, soft lips capture his own. For a tender kiss he wishes could last a lifetime.

Soon, you part and his hand gently caresses your arm until he can take your chin between his index finger and thumb, to share a longing gaze. “I missed you so much.” He whispered, a foolish grin still painting his features.

You laughed, knowing that he’s only being quiet because you’ve told him off in the past for cheering and being loud when you’ve come to visit. However, that was only because you guys were in the airport and people were staring. “Tendou,” You cupped his cheek with your palm, “We’re alone, you don’t need to whisper.”

He laughed, shifting his hand from the small of your back and resting it upon yours, “Alright, if you insist.” He took a deep breath, then yelled, “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

You almost winced at how loud he was but just laughed since you did ask for it, and were fully expecting it. “I’m here for you. I couldn’t let you be alone on your birthday!”

His expression softened and his heart melted. How could he have ever doubted your love? What an idiot.

He pulled you back in for another feverish hug, “You’re the best, (y/n). I adore you.” He genuinely couldn’t find the words to express how overjoyed he was to see you, on his special day. Not only that, but you brought cake! “Is that vanilla?” His warm breath tickled your ear, as he motioned to the two-tier, brightly iced cake sitting on the counter.

“Close. It’s vanilla confetti cake!” You finally let go of Tendou, only so you could grab his hand and urge him towards your masterpiece. “Come, look!”

Complying, he walked over to the cake, but paying most of his attention to how cute you were when you’re excited, and how surreal it was to feel your hand in his.

“I made it myself because apparently no local bakers stock confetti cake. But anyway, I iced it as well!”

“Why is elmo on it?”

“That was supposed to be you but then I messed up so I had to turn it into elmo.”

“Ah, I see.” It was mostly covered with pale buttercream icing but on the top, there was the picture of elmo, and on the side of the second tier, black text read, “Happy Birthday, Guess Monster!” And he couldn’t help but snicker, as you and Ushijima are the only ones who still sometimes call him by that old highschool nickname, just to tease him.

“Thank you so much, darling. I can’t believe you’ve went to all this effort just for me.” He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to his chest, and this time, as he tried to catch a whiff of the cake, he noticed that you smelt like burnt chocolate. Or perhaps that was him, he is the one that works in the chocolaterie, but he’s good enough that he doesn’t burn the chocolate anymore!

“Am I hallucinating or do you smell like burnt chocolate?”

“Uh, you’re sane.” You grimaced, and shot him an innocent look, “Please don’t be mad.”

“What happened?”

“I had to take your cuckoo clock off the wall to put up the streamers and I had no idea it was chocolate so when I left it near the microwave, it kinda melted.” You confessed in one breath in hopes that would soften the blow, but he didn’t seem fazed at all.

“Even if it was wood, why would you leave it by the microwave? I’m pretty sure wood is flammable”

“Because I was in a hurry! It’s really difficult trying to sneak in here, decorate the place and make this cake under three hours!” You tried to cry and express irritation, but as soon as you heard Tendou snickering under his breath, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, and so did he.

“It’s fine, doll, I’ll just make a new one at work. Or maybe I don’t need one. I was just thinking about refurnishing anyway.” He shrugged, ruffling your hair slightly.

You nodded, biting your lip as you were hastily reminded of another piece of tragic news, and he could immediately tell in your shift in aura that something was wrong. Hence, he was already prompting you to let him know if something was bothering you, or if you were worried or feeling jetlagged.

“No, I feel fine, Tendou. It’s just that..” You trailed off, finally finding the courage to meet his affectionate red eyes. “My boss was serious when she said she’d fire me if I took this week off to see you. So I’ll have to start looking for a job straight away.”

He hummed slightly, unsure of what to say at first as he simply caressed your arm for a few moments, in complete silence. “I’m so sorry, (y/n). But if you want, you can always come work with me.”

You giggled, scratching your neck awkwardly, “I appreciate the offer. But I don’t know the first thing about being a chocolatier.”

“I could teach you.” He squeezed your shoulders slightly and you could tell from his wide eyes that he was being completely serious. “And you could live here with me! I’ll even buy us a kingsize instead of having us sleep in the twin bed forever!”

Your throat dried and your palms were hot; it was a lot of pressure to contemplate such a big decision right now. Yet, something about this entire situation felt so right, that you couldn’t possibly say no outright. In fact, if being a chocolatier and making food was as fun as making that cake, then everything about the arrangement sounds perfect to you. You’d have a job, a home and you’d get to stay with Tendou.

Hence, before you could even waste another second thinking about it, you blurted out, “That would be amazing, Tendou. Thank y—” Before you could even finish, he scooped you up in his arms and began twirling around the kitchen.

“No, thank you, (y/n).” He stopped spinning but held you above him, so he could gaze up into your hypnotic eyes, “You’re so perfect. Thank you for making this the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

#hq tendou #tendou satori #satori tendo x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #tendou imagine #tendou x y/n #tendou x reader #tendou x you #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #hq x gender neutral reader #👾fluff #tw swearing #HAPPY BIRTHDAY TENDOU #i had to stop what i was doing immediately and write this

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deaththcekid · 1 year

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Small Headcannons for Tendou

• I just know he used to watch Monster High

•his favorite characters was Holt

•I feel like when he was younger he used to listen to that song that goes like “monster how should I feel” but like that remix of it

•he jams out to the Monster High sound track

•once in a while he will listen to Pierce the Veil & I set my friends on fire

•he used (still does)watch Invader Zim✊🏼

Yeah that’s all Lol

I’m not good a writing these

Hope y’all liked this one

#haikyuu #tendou imagine #haikyuu headcanons #satori tendō #tendou headcanons #anime

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leahrintarou · 6 months

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🎃 Tendou Satori - Intercrural Sex

Warnings: somewhat of a hard!dom tendou, fem reader, sexual intercousrse between readers thighs, usage of a gag, reader wears a skirt, nude? sending, finger stimulation, public teasing. Word Count: 1.9k

"satori, do you think I should change my outfit?" y/n frowned, walking up to her boyfriend's figure as he was seated on the living room sofa. They were planning to hang out with a few friends for the day and y/n had been contemplating her outfit for the past ten minutes. Not trusting her own judgement, she instead went to find her boyfriend to get his own opinion. "why would you? It looks cute." he smiled, looking up from his phone as his eyes lingered on her figure.

"because," she started with a frown while tendou reached forward to pull her by her waist to be closer to himself. He looked up at her, waiting for her to continue as he caressed her exposed thighs with his warm hands. "I ordered this skirt a week ago, but I accidently bought a size too small and it keeps riding up." she frowned when tendou had a sly grin on his lips. "and that's a problem, how?"

"satoriii" y/n rolled her eyes, making him place a few kisses to the smooth skin of her thighs before standing up and placing one to her lips. "it's fine, angel. Now let's gooo, I've been waiting on you for the past two hours now." he held her hand within his own before pulling her to the front door. "wait, I need to put my shoes on first." she murmured with a huff before crouching down to pick up the pair of shoes by the front door.

Y/n heard tendou let out a breath through his nose from a quiet laugh and when she looked up, she realized that his eyes were focused on her thighs. The skirt rode up just like it had been even since she put it on. With a grumble of swears, she tugged on the hem of the clothing article before putting on one shoe at a time.

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During the car ride, tendou's hand never left y/n's thigh. It was comforting in a way, but when his grip began to tighten, she knew that his intentions were slightly shifting. When they entered the restaurant to meet up with their group of friends, he made sure to take a seat next to y/n just so he'd have easy access to the exposed skin. When she stood up to make a quick trip to the restroom, he noticed how the back of her skirt had rode up just beneath further exposure.

Did he bother to tell her that? Not at all. He kept eye's on her figure til she was out of his field of vision and he returned to his previous conversation of speaking with his friends. y/n was oblivious of his intentions on this very night. Before they headed out earlier, they had plenty more time for y/n to change outfits if she wanted to, but tendou insisted that she was fine the way she was. y/n could've more than likely driven them to the restaurant for lunch, but even then, he insisted to drive since he knew where he wanted to rest his hand during the journey.

He knew y/n's reactions to him making contact with her thighs and he decided that it'd be a bad idea if he'd tease her while driving. Even now, when there were two empty seats at the reserved table, tendou noticed how they were on opposing sides, so he politely asked one of their friends to swap with him. y/n smiled at his actions and when she sat down, he didn’t miss the way the plush of her thighs expanded against the bench. Tendou felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, snapping him out of his thoughts and he was about to ignore it until another one followed soon after.

He opened it to see that y/n had messaged him. He was confused at first but when he opened their shared texts, his eyes widened and he shut off his screen immediately. A picture of y/n's lifted skirt revealed her thighs and the lacy underwear in which kept her from being completely exposed. Tendou turned down the brightness of his phone and blinked a few times as he stared at the picture. He was about to excuse himself and make his way to the restrooms, but y/n had already returned with a small innocent smile on her face.

She took her seat next to tendou before sliding something into his pocket. He looked over at her with a questioning expression and he reached into the very cavern, feeling the familiar laced detail of the fabric. "angel, what's this?" He questioned quietly. y/n only smiled before turning her head to engage into the conversation that was occurring between their friends. It drove him crazy, but it was easy for tendou to keep calm. He'd make y/n break first and he was sure of it.

His hand made its way back to her inner-thigh, but he made sure that this time; it was a bit higher up.

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"today was fun don’t you think, sato-" before y/n could finish her sentence tendou placed his hands on either sides of her waist before pressing her back against the wall and closing the distance between them. "I love you, but you can be a pain sometimes." He mumbled, reaching into his pocket. "how so?" She grinned. That grin soon fell from her expression when he lifted her once discarded panties and held them up to her mouth. "because of this," he says, scrunching the fabric in a fist. "open." he said, voice low and y/n couldn’t help but follow his order.

He pushed the fabric into y/n's mouth before lifting the hem of her skit to her hips, making her let out a small whimper from the cool air against her bare skin. "what? You did this to yourself." He says, making eye contact with her for a small second before his eye's landed back onto her thighs. He didn't know what it was but tonight he was incredibly infatuated with them. He could get off with the help of them alone, so..he did just that.

Tendou motioned for her to turn around and placed a firm grip on her outer thighs before forcing her legs closer together. She moaned when the friction was felt in her core but she couldn't do anything about it. Verbally at least. She bent over slightly as her palms laid flat against the wall for balance. She heard the sound of tendou's zipper coming undone. His digits snuck to her sex, using her arousal to coat her inner thighs. He let out a breathy laugh at her moan of desperation.

"now that I think about it, fucking your thighs wont exactly give you pleasure, will it?" He questioned, leaning over her back as his words fell against the shell of her ear. She shook her head, a hum of denial going along with it. "that's too bad, then." The sympathy in his voice was as artificial as ever and it wasn’t until y/n felt him slip his member in-between the plush of her thighs, when she was really starting to regret her actions of the earlier day.

A swear fell from his lips with a moan as the warmth encased his painfully erected member. He'd been waiting for this all day. Literally. He hated how his brain worked when he was curious of something. The curiosity would never leave his head until he were to get an answer; which is why they were in this situation right now. "fuck, this feels so good, angel." He moaned, using a hand to palm her lower abdomen, keeping her in place. He felt how she tried to lower her stance just a bit to feel some kind of friction, but he wasn’t going to let that happen.

"I'm sorry, but you wanted to be a tease today so I'm letting you know how it feels to want something so badly that it starts to quite literally fucking hurt." y/n heard the smile on his lips and she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Her teasing today hadn't gone to such an extent, but then she thought again. How after the lunch, she'd purposely drop something on the ground in front of tendou so she'd have to bend over and pick it up.

Even when they went to a photobooth to take group pictures with their friends, she had to sit on his lap to make use of the small space, the reminder of her exposed sex making tendou's member ache. Oh, and when she purposely texted his phone so when he'd open the message he'd be remined of the picture that she'd sent him earlier. A groan fell past her lips after realizing just how much tendou endured for the duration of their long day. "this hurts a lot, doesn't it, angel?" He huffed, lowering his palm a bit closer to her core but stopping just before she could receive contact.

She wanted to complain and probably resort to begging but she couldn’t. Tendou probably knew this which is why he decided to gag her, preventing the image before it could even occur. "but, I have mercy for you. I'm not as cold as you are," he stated, panting as his chest heavies. His member received friction from her thighs with such ease due to the slick coating of her arousal coating the area little by little.

"so, if you close your legs a bit tighter, I'll touch you wherever you want me to."

y/n didn’t have to hear anything else from him before she crossed her legs around tendou's member. He let out a grunt and a sigh of pleasure trailed behind it as he used his free hand to make its way to her bud. "yeah, l-like that, angel."

y/n moaned into the fabric that remained in her mouth at the sudden contact. The ache was slowly eating away at her and she couldn't imagine what tendou was going through all day. His self-control and restraint was practically insane. She couldn't think too much of it though since her mind was constantly being magnetized to the pleasuring sensation against her bud. Tendou's fingers circled her bud in uncoordinated motions since he was slowly losing his composure from his own pleasure.

He sped up his movement, mumbling words of praise next to her ear to bring her to her climax a bit faster. Her body tensed in the blink of an eye as she bit down on the fabric of her makeshift gag. Tendou smiled though a tired huff before placing a kiss to her nape and then her shoulder. "doesn't take much to get you off, does it?" He smiled against her skin before focusing on bringing the both of them to their high.

y/n's thighs felt as enchanting as ever around his aching erection. His fingers moved with the same pace as his thrust and before he could register the fact, his arousal coated her thighs, making a mess between the plush. He moaned from the feeling of relief and y/n followed soon after with a muffled one of her own. He panted, slowly removing himself from between her thighs since the excessive stimulation was a bit too much for him.

He placed his hand on y/n's waist, turning her around to face him. Her eyes were dazed and his were dilated. He removed the fabric from her mouth before placing a kiss too her lips, pulling back with a smile.

"we have a mess to clean up down here, don’t we?" he huffed, kneeling down in front of y/n before placing chaste kisses against her slick covered thighs. "make it quick, satori. It's getting hard to stand." she frowned, fingers making its way to card though his stray hairs.

"then you should sit down 'cause I wanna take my sweet time with you."

HEY GUYS, i kinda stepped out of my comfort zone for this and it was lowkey fun so i hope u enjoyed reading :)

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