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#tendou x you
sim-patelle · 5 months
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Overnight story
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Dilf! Ushijima x Reader (afab)
Smut! MDNI!
Word count: 4.6k
+ : age gap (reader in their 20s, him in his 40s), rough play, breast play, obvious flirting, overstimulation, passing out, very little degradation, very little to little praising, mentioning of creampie, hot body, Ushijima Wakatoshi (god this man..)
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"Wow I'm so glad for you! Honestly I couldn't endure it seeing you guys almost fucking right on the spot" you said to your friend, congratulating her that she got engaged, finally. "And it's really Alright if I'm there too?" you ask.
She was having a meet over with her family and her partners, and you got asked to give her company while they announce their love once again and celebrating it.
"Yes you gotta come, otherwise I can't stand my parents silent-treating each other all the time" she jokes around, while you try to remember her dad, wondering if you have ever met him...
You arrived at her house, lightly dressed up with a black dress and a see-through white blouse over your shoulder, keeping you a bit warm, having some exchange clothes with you in your Bag. She saw you through the windows and opened the door, hugging you tight. "You're good in time!" she adds a sentence whispering in your ear "my parents are already annoying" and smiles innocently. As you stepped into the quite big house, you already got greeted by 3 faces. Her family.
Her mother hugs you light as a greeting "Oh y/n I haven't seen you for a long time! You look good!" she says, admiring your looks and clothes. You thanked her for the compliment and looked at your friends brother, already knowing him. He gives you a slight smile and holds out his hand. With a comfort in your chest, you took his head and greeted him with exchanging some words. He's not much of a talker.
You feel a light gaze upon you while talking with him, a gaze that let you feel lightly uncomfortable. As you were done chattering, a tall man with olive eyes looks at you.
"Ushijima Wakatoshi, it's a pleasure to meet you" he says calm, with a deep voice that let you feel something deep down. You weren't expecting such an attractive man as her father, and he quite fits your type too. He holds out his right hand to greet you. You took his hand, noticing the size of it, but looked into his eyes with a slight smile, noticing his almost perfect eyelashes.
"Y/n l/n it's a pleasure to meet you too mister". He looks you deep in the eyes, letting a mysterious gaze through you, like he would enjoy giving you all the attention there is. Would that affect you? Probably..
...
The family of your friends fiance arrived shortly after that and you had quite some good time. Eating, drinking champagne, chatting with the others but mostly listening to the others. But all the time, you felt the familiar gaze from before all the time, Wakatoshi following your movements with his eyes, not taking them off of you.
He enjoys looking at you, studying like a picture, wondering what's making it so unbreable to not gaze at it, imagining what could be under that dress of yours. He is desperate for something new. His divorce was quite a time ago, and there hasn't been anything quite after it, just some hook-ups that were not that much fun as he thought.
Quite charmed of that misterious man, you got caught, trying to examine him with his grey-greenish hair. Just now your sight wanders over his clothes. A black blouse which seems a little tight on his build shoulders, dark-grey trousers and a brown slim belt, holding his trousers up to his waist. He notices your gaze, locking your eyes at his. Your doe eyes looking into his from a distance. He raises his glass with such a little smile, only you could see, you holding yours up too, sympathizing with him and smiling back.
You would love to hear his voice once again, him speaking with his deep voice that has made a little impact on you, wanting to hear him right next to your ear.
...
The evening went on, and eventually the party went to an end. The family of the fiance went home, your friends brother drove home to his girlfriend as you found out, and your friend and his fiance went into their bedroom. Because of your long way there, you got the guestroom and (unfortunately) Wakatoshi took the couch to sleep on, his driveway also long enough just to see his daughter.
You're laying in bed, already changed clothes, but still fully awake, your mind not getting him out of your mind. Wakatoshi was admiring you and he let you know that, visibly admiring you, smiling at you when you met him, it drives you crazy. Crazy not knowing what his intentions are, what he wants to do with you.
It gave you some tickling down your lower stomach, and just imagining that his rough, big hand would stroke over this area, gives you goosebumps. Already awake and not doing anything except of scrolling through your phone, you decided to go down into the kitchen to get something to drink.
Very slowly and trying to not wake the others, you open your door and get down the stairs, not making a noise. Only a bit light down there. Through the kitchen there's a wide opening, right to the living room where he sits. Wakatoshi, watching TV. He didn't notice you, not yet.
You quietly get a glass and fill it up with water, just now noticing that he sits there, without his upper cloth, having his right arm on the sofa back, his big shoulders and his upper back being visible. Your eyes wander over his muscles moving near his neck, hearing a little sigh from him. Even that makes you feel light, just some sounds from him.
He grabs something next to his body, his shirt. The moves that he makes while getting his shirt on, turned you kinda on. Those muscles that moves around, his arms getting through that shirt, his biceps visible is getting you some tickles and not just down your abdomen.
You shook your head, getting back your mind and were about to drink out of the glass, until the head of the tall man turns to the kitchen, catching you a little embarrassed on the stop.
Unable to get out of the situation, you decided to get another glass of water, asking a little shy if he wants something to drink. He nods to your answer and you walk to him, slowly, with the glasses in your hands, and getting a bit exited, to finally talk to him a bit. You walk through the opening with the glasses and he watches you, wondering if he gets to see more tonight, than just your short pants and your white shirt. He wants to rip it off, wanting to open that bra you can see a bit through.
As you sat down slowly next to him, it's more visible that he got a big chest that now is covered. His visible jawline got a shave two days ago. He leans back, his arm resting on the back of the sofa again, looking but not watching TV.
"You also couldn't fall asleep?" he asks, looking down at you from the side. "No not really.." you answer him, a bit intimidated, wondering what he will say again with this voice of his, that makes you feel dizzy. You now see where the silence from your friends brother come from. "Why can't you sleep?" you finally ask, not bearing that silence between you. "I couldn't handle it, not being able to talk to you propably" he shoot his shot. What does he have to lose? Nothing but your company he enjoys, and he was aware of what he has done to you.
You weren't prepared to hear that out of his mouth, making you feel exited, asking yourself if you should say something. "I think so too" you say, quietly regretting those words now. "I'm sorry mister, please forget what I said" spits out of your mouth, wanting to stand up and leave of embarrassment and the fact that you feel your cheek light up a bit.
As you stand up, he grabs your arm soft to hold you back, his whole hand fitting around your forearm. The soft touch with this raw hand, got your core throb a bit, getting too excited than you should. "Don't worry, I won't make a fuzz. You can stay to my pleasure"these words coming out of his mouth, you do see a light excitement from his eyes that look through you.
Deciding to stay, you sit back down and came a bit near him. It's hard to make a move when he is full of courage that he sends out, making it almost impossible to even flirt with that older man. Wakatoshi puts his arm on the back of the sofa, kind of getting you in his space more. As you noticed you dare to take a look at him while watching TV. He awaited that and raises his eyebrows at catching you stare, having a light smirk on his face which makes him unbearable to not fuck the shit out of him.
He slowly wanders his gaze down to your chest, and back at your eyes with a smile. God you just wished for a move that he would make, which he does, surprisingly right after enjoying the view of your body.
The excitement almost overflowing in you, as he lays down his hand on your thigh, not affecting him in any way. God, he is so close to your core, that you clench your thighs a bit to supress the throb that went a bit needier.
"Is that alright with you?" such a polite man, only if you knew what he wants to do with you. Fuck you raw and good, making you cum all over his dick are the only desires he has right now, and he is close to fulfilling that dream.
You nod, making him feel more comfortable around you than he was, making him stroke your squeezable thigh with his thumb, really slowly making his way to your lose short-pants. A compliment comes from his lips.
"You looked very good in that dress. I couldn't stop looking at you" finally you made a move, still kind of afraid but it was so obvious to you that he likes you. "I noticed that, I loved your attention on me" you said. God finally he kept moving on, you thought as he leans to you, watching those eyes and lips, wanting to kiss them so bad.
"I want to give you all the attention you want" he breathes, almost touching your lips with his. Only just some inches between it... You couldn't hold back, your self-control finally went away, he waited for that moment. "please do mister.." you answer without hesitation, finally getting his lips to touch yours.
~~<3~~
Your whole body feeling hot, bursting out the lust you tried to keep in, moving along with his. His hand longing to finally touch your waist and grabbing your skin of it. Wakatoshi pulls you onto his lap, not interrupting your greedy wet kiss, turning into deep tongue kisses.
His deep voice humming while he sucked on your tongue, makes you crazy, slowly moving your hip, noticing his aroused cock inside his pants. As you weren't already wet of his touches, he slips his hand into your pants from your left leg, pleasuring your folds with slow movements.
He doesn't want to pleasure himself with you, he wants you to have an unforgettable rough sex with him, not wanting anything else but his dick after that. You break the tongue kiss, watching his hands in your panties, knowing exactly what he does and you can't hold back a slight moan.
"I can't let you be louder than that, otherwise they're gonna wake up" toshi says under his excited breath, longing for your pussy, but keeping it patient. He focuses on your throat now, slowly giving you some of the roughness by biting your collarbone and moving his lips up, placing wet kisses all over the side. Fuck, you thought, already so close to cumming on his fingers and he was just caressing your folds, his wet fingers full of your juice enter into your pussy, and it feels incredible, such a little rush but pleasuring like nothing ever was. You hiss, pulling you onto him more, and grabbing the back of his shirt.
Ruin, wanting to ruin that pretty back was your thought.
You pulled of his shirt, which was kind of hard while getting the full menue of getting fucked with fingers, and hold yourself onto his back, slowly scratching it with your nails. Some little whimpers come out of your mouth and as he started scissoring you, your moan got concealed by wakatoshis hand, while you finally cum on his other one, as you couldn't endure all that pleasure down there.
Your pussy wrenching it all out, sucking his fingers into it more, got him turned all up, ready to make you feel so good. Slowly taking out his fingers, holding them infront of your scrunched up face. "Was that you?" he asked in such a deep voice, it vibrates in your brain. "yes mister..."
What a lovely name to call him, bringing his control to the edge, especially hearing that out of your mouth. It drives him crazy, wanting to fill your hole up more with his cock. He helps you out of your shirt, him finally seeing that bra of yours for a short time, just to open it again, wanting to see every inch of your body.
"Stand up and take off your pants" he says with his eyes on your breasts, that would fit perfectly in his hands. As you do with a little struggle to keep yourself up, his eyes glances down, looking at his art of you with a slight smile. Seeing you being wet all of his doings with just one hand, is such a view to him.
He wanted you to come back on his lap, feeling the throb of your pussy for him, but you decide otherwise. You want to pleasure him too, giving him something he wouldn't expect.
Getting on your knees, you open his legs and pull down his pants. He looks at you seductively, waiting for you to go on, you hold up for a second and admire his length, overall a bit over average but it's gonna fill you up so good.
Taking your breasts around it, to give him some stimulation is a good idea. You start to move them around his cock, seeing how he lays back his head, enjoying your doings. God your sight of him wants you to cum again, and his little hums that turn into some grunts give you a little kick, finally wanting to hear more of him, his deep voice.
His cock starts to twitch, close to cover your tits with his cum, he stops you as his hand grabs your chin lightly. "Don't. Come sit on it." he says under his little breaths, that would enter your mouth soon again. You stand up and move your cunt right over his dick, hesitating at first, unsure of how fast he would go.
Wakatoshi holds you at your hips, getting some help. His large hands almost could hold you alone like that.
"Go on" he commands as he watches you dead in the eyes, giving you a shiver down your spine, almost doing it immediately.
You get down, only just taking his tip and you are already feeling full, feeling his cock. Going to the half, it already hurts a bit, stretching you lightly, but it turns to a pleasuring pain you want to get more of.
As you arrived at his crotch, you hissed in deep, full of him and feeling his veins so intense already brings you to an orgasm already, whining through that pain. You wouldn't know that you were so sensitive for him, already having your first orgasm.
"mister I- fuck I'm sorry..." you apologize under this pain turning into a pleasure. He feels your clenching insides, getting him more aroused. "you're taking my dick good. Don't worry, I will handle the rest" and he immediately starts moving you up and down, getting out full of you and letting you down full on his length.
Tooking you by surprise, you almost scream out his name, but he could stop you with his tongue getting into your mouth once more. Only this one move is enough for him, to get more interested in you.
The only thing you can do to express your pain is by scratching his back. Your hands under his arms, reaching out to it and holding you with your fingernails, leaving some marks and getting 'toshi to grunt into your mouth. The artwork of yours looks so good in his back, and surely as he moved your body up and down, the longer those scratches will stay.
His sweat already is wandering down his back, getting his body even warmer. Him moving you up and down all the time took him to the edge and he is about to give you a creampie. How he would love so see his cum slowly wandering out of you.
Under his heavier rough breaths he got out some words. "You'll feel so good when I come into you..." And so close to getting out all what he got, a supressed moan wanders through the hand of him on your mouth. you came again, not sure if his words got an influence on that, but it was already so much pleasure to endure, as you also couldn't believe how good he let's you feel, already having your second orgasm that lasted whole 2 minutes. Surely you got his lower back red of your nails digging into his wet skin.
His twitching cock pulses into you and at the last move of putting you down, his sperm flew right out of it, warming your insides more. Your clenching walls getting out everything of his cock. Arching your back as you feel hot inside gave you the rest and you almost screamed, again held back from 'toshis hand, muffling your pleasured sound, already seeing stars and so close of passing out.
Him grunting heavily by his doings, feeling your tight pussy. Slowly his cum is dripping out of you, still having his dick in you, is making him smile light, being proud of what he has done to you.
He was the first one, to give you two or three orgasms in only one position. And he will be the only one that managed that. You feel so exhausted, your body only leaning onto his big one, but you can feel his cock getting wrapped up again.
"Haven't you done your job right?" he whispers into your ear, shortly nibbling your earlobe, already having a plan how to manage a mess like you. "No mister... I'm sorry mister..." you say exhausted, not even able to move your body right now.
Unable to predict his actions, your body is in his control now, but he waits. He waits that you earn a bit strength back, slowly stroking your head, going through your hair, holding you tight to his body. He could be considered gentle, but his impression and roughness tell otherwise.
With slow movements, you wrap your arms over his shoulder, this being his sign to go on. "hold on tight" he whispers, slowly moving up, holding you. You automatically wrap your legs around his waist but your head wasn't quite able to catch up. And in a second, he bounced you on his dick once again, moving in even further.
Your mouths already together, you moan into his mouth again, even having the feeling to melt into his sloppy kisses. Not even you didn't know that you would be so loud in one lifetime, yet your beautiful sounds that he enjoys are getting muffled by his warm lips or his hand on your swollen mouth, due to all that kissing.
Your slim walls pushing once again, gives him extra pleasure to his thickened cock. Bouncing your body while he stood up, was only the second of his list on how to fuck you, but for tonight it was the last thing.
Feeling you so tight around his dick, feeling your bouncy boobs and moving you on your arse is everything he could do to feel you everywhere, which made his cock twitchened and he came once again, letting it all out inside you, already feeling is sperm getting out around it, grunting one last time in your mouth. You would remember that grunt forever. His chest heavily moves from the exhaustion that haunts him lightly, looking at his product that he made. The view he has, still holding your body and seeing you still intertwined with him, has such an impact of him. Never thinking of looking at a more beautiful thing.
What a shame it's already over, he thinks but your whole body was tired, you exhausted and barely could keep your eyes open.
The only thing you could remember was getting brought to bed like a kid, carried like one. Only feeling some wet tissues and towels on your body. Then black... You fell asleep, while Wakatoshi took care of you. Cleaning up the living room and bringing you your clothes in the guest room.
As he was done, he came back into your room one last time to look at you, seeing you sleep so peacefully after he made you such a mess. He placed a kiss on your forehead, leaving the room with one thing in his hand. If he would've slept in the same bed as yours, there would've been speculations and you couldn't see each other ever again. He wouldn't let that happen,he is a vulnerable middle aged man.
As he got on the couch, he took the cloth out of his pockets he took of you, your underwear being in his hands, wanting to do this all day long. One little sniff and he was satisfied for the rest of the night, falling asleep on the couch, remembering the view he had from you in his dreams.
~~<3~~
The next morning, you hear some movements in the house, not quite able to assign them. You just lay in your bed, tired body and still tired mind, still trying to remember the last things from the night. As you decide to look down, you slowly stand up from the bed and stretching a bit to get a bit of the pain away that haunts you.
Climbing out of it and slowly opening the door, you see him on the stairs going up. The man that made you mess, Ushijima Wakatoshi. He noticed you on the doorframe and stopped going up, looking at you.
"the others eat breakfast, better get dressed" he says, quickly looking up and down at you, you still being naked. You speak up "I couldn't find my underwear" and as he predicted that, he gets to you, taking your hand and opening it.
This man was slightly obsessed with you and that was an understatement.
Placing his other hand on yours, giving you the underwear you searched for. Your eyes went from your hands to his face, looking up and meeting his. There's a small comfort in them now, a softer gaze than the day before, kind of hard to not lose yourself in his olive eyes. "come, get dressed and eat someting" he says with a charm in his voice, so soft yet so hot with his deep voice.
He shortly gives you a kiss on the forehead and went on going to the bathroom. You stopped him right before with your teasing words. "Missed me that much the night?" smirking to your satisfaction. Did you get him with that?
He looks back, chuckling shortly with a slight smirk. "Go dress up" he says, smiling light and disappears into the bathroom.
Wow, the short chuckle gave you little butterflies into your stomach... So attractive, you think and went into the room to get dressed.
All dressed up - with your underwear - you get down the stairs and sit down on the table where the others sit, one seat next to Wakatoshi. "Wow you slept in" says your friend, smiling to you. Quickly lying on the spot you say: "Yeah I drank a bit much champagne yesterday" and grab the juice to pour it into the glass infront of you.
As you do, a knee hits you light, not moving away from you, already knowing it's Wakatoshis. Only the little touch, not even from his hand, is making you feel comfortable, warm, maybe even a bit needy. It makes you happy, that he searches attention from you, a light smile appearing on your face.
You both shared some touches with your knees under the table as you all ate breakfast, and soon it was time to leave. Leaving your friends house, going home, not able to see him again..
With a little unsure feeling in your tummy, you pack your things in your bag, hopefully not forgetting anything. If yes, you have no shame of turning back if he would live here.
A knock on the doorframe, he stands there, leaning on it with his arm. God the marvelous sight, seeing him in that shirt, such a simple plain one, but he can style anything if it's on his body.
"Ready to leave with me?" you nod turning around and grabbing your bag, but holding in, did he say 'with me'? You look confused to him.
"I'll drive you, no talking back" he says, going away from the doorframe, longing for a short kiss and walks infront of you, ready to wait for your signal.
"okay, I can't talk back" you say, smiling at him, but is it a good time to kiss here? Well, your friend is downstairs, maybe one will satisfy your needs..
You got close to him also, your calm face awaiting his lips tells him that you also want it.
Looking at his lips was the sign to finally kiss you, he brought his hand onto your cheek, you feeling the sensation too much already and he closes your lips with his. It feels like you are on cloud 9 while getting electric shocks through your body. You lean into the kiss, he's feeling every inch of your cheek with-
"Come you guys, my mother is already away, you go now too!" you stop in shock, hearing your friends voice from downstairs. With widening eyes, you look at him moving away from your desperate lips. "We continue this another time" he whispers into your ears, making you fuzzy.
He goes down the stairs, you slowly follow, not trying to show your excitement on your cheeks.
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"I'm gonna miss you!" Your friend says hugging you tight as a goodbye. You, laying your hands around her back. "I'm gonna miss you too, have nice holidays with him" you say and let go of her. Wakatoshi leans down to his daughter, hugging her and wishing her beautiful moments with her fiance.
You watching them, realizing that you like her dad, but he's single and you too. It felt like a match, and does she have to find out? You let that question open.
Both of you walk out of the door and wandering to his car, getting into the passenger seat, and as you watch him get into his car, you look at his thighs, now seeing that not only his back is well trained. He doesn't skip leg days.
"What city?" he asks you, answering a little late because you were.. Distracted. "xxxxxx" he looks at you, lighty having a disbelief in his eyes. "What?" you ask confused. "So we got the same destination" he answers, and also you were quite surprised but slowly replacing it with a tickling happiness in your stomach.
He starts to drive and you turned on the radio, not liking the silence when someone just doesn't turn up music while driving. It's giving you the ick.
You look out the windows but your gaze went to another thing, your thigh having a hand placed on it. It feels incredible, you had that feeling before, sure but it's always a relieving excitement wandering through your body with chills just by having his touch on your body. He notices you smiling and couldn't suppress his one, his corner of his mouth moving up.
You seem to find a pen next to you, deciding to write something on his hand. You took it, and hold down the hand with yours, writing with the other one. It sure is a spectacle, feeling his rough hands with little veins over it in yours.
He was relieved seeing your number on his hand, having some thoughts on what you guys were writing about and how he could pleasure you through the phone when he will write you...
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etherrreal · 10 months
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"an ode to tendou's hands"
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Pairing: tendou x fem!reader Genre: fluff, slight nsfw Summary: you want to be normal about your boyfriend, but how can you when he's flaunting his hands everywhere WC: 2,138 Warnings: references to you gushing, reader’s got enough hair to stick a hand in lol, reader wears a sundress A/N: dipping my toes further and further into nsfw so that maybe someday my ass will write some full-blown nsfw for y'all -Luna
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When you hear people gush about their partners, they often talk about how kind they are when they bring them their favorite candy bar or buy their favorite smoothie "just because." Maybe how caring they are as they tuck them in when they're sick or detangle their hair for them in the shower. It’s always the little things that they do for them that matter the most. 
The few times they bring up their appearance, it's always the common stuff. Their hair is so fluffy and smooth, maybe their eyes are piercing, yet soft only for them. You hear them describe how their arms are so built that it makes them drool. Or they—and you’re specifically talking about your friend Eri—describe their significant other’s thigh muscles with such strange detail and precision that you’re left floating in a space between understanding and deep worry. 
But even their odd infatuations with their partner's features never compare to yours, because even when Eri gets going on her weird tangents about her boyfriend’s thighs and how she’d like for them to crush her skull like a watermelon, your other friends nod and laugh along. You’ve tested your answer on a crowd before and all you got was the loudest silence you’ve ever heard followed by someone too many moments later saying, “what?” They just didn’t get it.
You've always been embarrassed to share your real answer with your closest friends, not because they’d make you feel like a freak (derogatory), but because they’ll make you feel like a weirdo (affectionate). And while Eri can take the casual ribbing, you’re not so sure you have a thick enough skin to be able to last a quarter as long as she has. So you've settled with picking something a little more normal, like gushing about how, although your boyfriend Tendou is lean, he’s much stronger than he looks. 
They don't have to know that the real answer has you gushing elsewhere, though.
Tendou’s hands.
Two palms. Ten fingers—two of which are thumbs. Fourteen knuckles. 
They’re long. They’re slender. They reach places you can never reach with your own, like the bottom of the Pringles can.
Unlike a boyfriend’s thighs or abs, hands aren’t hidden in everyday life behind some piece of fabric. They’re constantly touching you or things around you which makes it nearly impossible to keep your focus. In previous relationships, or even in everyday life, a person’s hands didn’t catch your attention as they do now. But when you started dating Tendou, it was like a sleeper agent activated. 
The first time you took notice of his hands was at the end of your second date, after he walked you home. You both lingered in front of your apartment door, not quite ready to say goodbye to one another. He decided to take a risk, using his hand to brush some hair behind your ear—although, you’re pretty sure it wasn’t out of place to begin with—then letting his fingers trail down your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. His hand then came back up to cup your cheek, and it dawned on you that, with the way his hand stretched, he could palm your whole head like a volleyball based on length alone.
Then he sealed the deal by leaning down, his lips hovering just a hair over yours, and whispering, “Do you mind if I kiss you?” 
What always amazes you when you replay that moment in your mind is you hardly remember the kiss itself, but what you do remember is what it felt like to have his hand slip into your hair and grasp it at the roots in his excitement. How his other hand slid around your waist to pull you against his chest, fingers playing with the edge of your crop top and barely brushing against your bare skin. You had goosebumps from head to toe, leaving you with no choice but to lean on him to keep yourself upright. You were smitten from that day forward and would do anything to get him to touch you again like he did that day.
You're about 98% sure that Tendou has never noticed your infatuation—not once—because you're just that smooth. Like a fucking ninja. There's no other word to describe your actions besides subtle.
Except, if you asked Tendou, you're not even close. In fact, in his eyes, you're about as subtle as a gun.
Tendou lets you think you are because he enjoys seeing your poor attempts at hiding your obsession. The truth is he's noticed every single time your eyes drift from his face to his flailing hands as he tells you a story then snap back to his face once you feel like you've been distracted for too long. Or, when you decide to keep him company while he's testing new chocolate recipes and techniques in the kitchen, and, instead of ooh-ing and aah-ing as he pipes an intricate design on a truffle, you're more occupied with staring at his mouth as he licks the smeared chocolate on his fingertips.
God forbid he offers you a taste of chocolate he swipes from the edge of a bowl with his pointer finger—then he's the one who has to control himself when he notices your eyes gently flutter as you lick it off, the tip of your tongue flicking his fingertip. 
He doesn't really understand it, and initially, he took your distracted gaze as disinterest. He was afraid he was boring you when he was going off on tangents or when he suggested you sit by as a taste tester in the kitchen. But he soon caught on when he noticed that your eyes weren’t glazed over in boredom and staring forward with no focus at all. He could see them following his hands like a hawk, taking in every bend, twitch, or grasp. And while he did notice them glaze over occasionally, he had a feeling it wasn’t because you were bored. 
Tendou's been trying to find the right time to bring it up. He doesn't want you to think he's making fun of you or that you should be ashamed of your little fixation. Since he’s first noticed, he’s been trying to hint to you that he knows; brushing an imaginary eyelash off of your cheek, cupping your face whenever he gets the chance, trailing his fingers up your arm whenever he peers over your shoulder to look at what you're cooking. 
He’s not sure if it’s working or if it's had the opposite effect, but he has been enjoying watching you squirm in the meantime.
Then it all culminates one weekend in August.
He suggests taking a trip to Barcelona after a colleague of his recommended a little chocolate shop there that he’s been dying to try. With about an 8-hour drive from where you live, you suggest you make it a little vacation, taking off that Friday and Monday to properly enjoy it all.
The trip starts off as all of your trips do. Tendou decides to drive so you play DJ, quizzing him on certain songs and annoying him with others. You feed him some snacks so he can keep an eye on the road, purposefully playing "here comes the airplane" until he bites your fingertip like an overzealous toddler.
It dies off about 2 hours into the trip after you get back in the car from a short gas station trip. You play a more relaxed playlist, filled with instrumentals and some ballads. The only chatter from both of you is when either of you comments on the view. Otherwise, it's a comfortable silence, leaning your head on the window and watching the trees and other cars fly by. 
Your peace is disturbed when you feel Tendou’s hand slide onto your knee, giving what’s supposed to be a comforting squeeze, but feels more like a jolt to your system. Unintentionally, you jump in your seat, trying to play it off like you’re shifting to be more comfortable, but he notices. 
“You okay, baby?” Tendou asks, with a smirk you don’t see because you can’t meet his eyes. Let’s see you try to get yourself out of this one.
“Yeah, uh, your hands were just cold.”
“Oops. My bad, honey.” He squeezes your knee again as he says it, and you can only hope he doesn’t notice that you tense up. “They’ll get warm soon enough, I’m sure.”
You shoot him a quick smile, before turning to look out the passenger window, hoping that he doesn’t notice how nervous you actually are. You’re tempted to start bouncing your leg, but you can’t risk him asking any more questions. 
Eventually, you relax enough to rest your hand over his, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb. You’re so lost in thought that you don’t realize that your hand started acting on its own, tracing the veins on the back of his hand and over the pronounced knuckles of his fingers. 
Tendou, of course, notices immediately. “So you like my hands, huh?”
You freeze. This isn’t how you wanted him to find out, you think as you pull your hand towards your chest like it touched an open flame. If there was ever a perfect time for the ground to suddenly open up so it can swallow you whole, this would be it. In fact, you contemplate opening the car door and tucking and rolling onto the highway just to get yourself out of this situation. 
Your diabolical red-headed boyfriend glances over at you a few times during your prolonged silence, before clearing his throat and saying, “I’ve known about your… thing for ages, you know.”
Your panic shoots out of you all at once. “You knew?! When? How!? I’m so lowkey about it!”
“Well, you don’t exactly make it subtle,” he chuckles. “How else would you be able to explain why you either jump out of your skin or completely shut down whenever I touch you? Or when I can't even make eye contact with you during our conversations because you're so focused on my hands?"
"...Trauma and social awkwardness?"
Tendou shoots you an incredulous look before returning his eyes to the road. “First of all, if it was trauma, we probably would’ve talked about it during the years we’ve been together. Second, you? Socially awkward with me? You’re the one who has no problem pooping while I’m showering, so there’s no way.” 
Your mouth opens and shuts repeatedly, failing to produce a good enough excuse. Instead, you turn your head far enough that you can’t see him from the corner of your eye anymore, but you sure can hear him cackle because of his effect on you.
You still refuse to make eye contact when you feel his hand trail up your thigh, barely making it to the hem of your dress before making his way back down to your knees, his fingers leaving trails of heat in its wake.
“What do you like about them, hm?” His fingers trail back up, playing with the hem of your dress and inching it higher. “Is it how long my fingers are? How gentle they are when they caress the skin of your thigh? Probably giving you goosebumps, huh?” 
And they absolutely are, along with a shudder up your spine with how low his voice has dropped. 
“Or maybe how talented they are, like when they curl just right?” His hand finally dips under the fabric, brushing his pinky against the edge of your panties. "Oooh, no safety shorts today? How risque! What are you preparing for, honey?"
"Nothing, I just—”, you take in a shakey breath as you feel his pinky play with the edge of the lace,”—didn't want to sweat with the extra layer."
"That's what the AC is for, honey. Are ya sure there's no other reason?"
"No. I mean, yes, or—wait. Fuck." Your head feels like it’s full of cotton, your mouth too dry to speak. Your eyes are unable to focus on anything at the moment, the leg he’s not touching restlessly bouncing. You glance over at the time displayed on your phone that’s mounted to the dashboard and calculate that you’ve got about 4 hours left before you reach your destination, and that’s when you realize that you can’t wait until you reach your hotel.
You need him. Now.
“Can you— Over there— Just—” You stumble over your words, unable to form a coherent sentence as you point frantically over to the side of the highway.
“You want me to pull over onto the shoulder?” He says smugly, not even sparing you a glance.
“God, yes, please.” 
He steers the car abruptly to the right, and you’re in his lap before he can even properly put the car in park, hands all over each other.
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loveephia · 10 months
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Can you do Bokuto, Tendou Suna, Iwaizumi? So that they see their girlfriend again after she was away for a long time? I love You Work!!💕💕💕💕💕
how some of the HQ boys would react to seeing their girlfriend again after a long time from a business trip. (bokuto, tendō, suna, iwaizumi.)
content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, them being very sulky generally, you guys are married here, suna's is inspired by a scene in the k-drama "true beauty", kita cameo in iwaizumi's, and yes, atsumu says an among us reference.
⚠ warning/s: manga spoilers.
note: THIS REQ WAS SO CUTE WHATATAT@?(# i haven't written for tendō, BUT i love a good challenge. >:3 iwaizumi's ended up being a bit long on accident. 😭 THANK YOU ANON AND ENJOY READING!!!
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BOKUTO KŌTARŌ
when you told him you'd be gone for three WHOLE months, his hair just drooped down, the gleam in his eyes are no longer there, and his childish grin is gone.
baby literally gets so sulky about it :(((
"do you really have to?"
HE HAS THE PUPPY DOG EYES AND EVERYTHING STOPPTKEPDK 😭😭😭😭
"believe me, kō. as much as i don't want to stay away for that long, i have to."
every day he wakes up (with his arms around a pillow instead of you), he tries to be optimistic
"another day closer to seeing my wife!"
can't have him messing up at practice yk
but when he finally sees you at the airport, gosh, he's just all smiley about it
he picks you up and spins you around like in the movies
"i missed you so, so, so much!" he's pecking your face all over, ignoring the looks from other people, because hIS WIFE IS BACK 😭😭😭😭
"kō.. people are staring." you giggled
"let them!"
SATORI TENDŌ
"no way—! you gotta be joking!"
HE IS IN UTTER DISBELIEF.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE GOING TO BE GONE FOR THREE MONTHS???
"who's gonna be my taste tester then!?" his voice cracks
the tendō chocolatier business CANNOT FUNCTION WITHOUT IT'S OFFICIAL TASTE TESTER.
before you leave, he gives you a free box of handmade chocolates galore to snack on the plane
and, ofc, a little kiss on the cheek
when you open the box on the plane, there's a little note
"don't eat'em all on one go! love yaaa~ :3" HOW CUTEJKSJDKEJDK
when you're finally back from the trip, you stumble into tendō's arms
"oof—!" he says before patting your head, "there, there, y/n."
SUNA RINTARŌ
"what." he deadpans
"i know.. but i have to—"
"no way. i don't accept this. you're seriously leaving me?" he sounds so offended that people may think you two are fighting.
he pretends to be all mad about it, but you know he's just joking around
so when you're gone, suna has to physically hOLD HIMSELF BACK FROM CALLING YOU EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY
"she wouldn't want a clingy boyfr— husband." he corrects himself
yeah, he calls you anyway.
when you pick up, you say, "hello, my tarō! how are you?" in that sICKENINGLY KIND TONE SUNA HAS OH, SO MISSED 😭😭
you've only been gone for three days
"please come home. i miss you. please." did he just say please twice?
when you're finally home, it takes every inch of sanity left in suna so as not to drag you away for cuddles
the expression on his face tells you everything, and you giggle. "i'll just shower first, then we can cuddle." and his face LIGHTS UP
IWAIZUMI HAJIME
"even oikawa's said some terrible jokes, but this one is by far the worst."
"nope! it's not a joke, baby."
when you're gone, iwaizumi is so upset because you'd usually give him a little kiss goodbye whenever he goes off to work :((
so now he's extra grumpy while coaching the national jpn team.
"oi, hinata! you should've been able to get that one!"
"if you can't hit it right, another hundred laps for you, ushiwaka!"
"suna, stop slacking off, or i'll have that old captain of yours come back and scold you!"
suna knows iwaizumi's threat was only towards him, but that statement got even ATSUMU AND ARAN SHIVERING.
SO THE TEAM IS ALL LIKE "???" BECAUSE WHO PUSHED IWAIZUMI'S BUTTONS SO EARLY IN THE MORNING 😭
"which one of you is it. come on, fess up!" hoshiumi hisses
"i believe bokuto lost iwaizumi's pen the other day." ushijima states
"wow, are we just throwing each other under the bus now?" suna snickers
"it was an accident! i didn't know he'd get this mad about it!" bokuto tried to defend himself, "come on, tell them, atsumu!"
"i was in cafeteria with grey." atsumu lifts both hands up, metaphorically waving the white flag
"you all are insufferable." sakusa groans
you can imagine how confused the team got when after three months, iwaizumi's mood was no longer grouchy since you had finally come home
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doingitforbokuto · 7 months
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Putting on a show
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-> 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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stawbeemilk · 9 days
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⤷ relationship headcanons – hq
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✩ characters: hinata, bokuto, tendou
✩ warnings: f!reader
✩ a/n: i had so much fun writing the first part so i'm doing more!! i love these three so much it's actually insane
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⭑ hinata
⤷ you two are so cute together it's almost sickening, you're definitely that couple who everyone is lowkey jealous of because of how utterly infatuated you are with each other
⤷ hinata literally adores you so much, he sometimes annoys his friends and teammates because of how much he talks about you
⤷ he tries to dial it back but he can't help it, he just loves you so much— you and volleyball occupy pretty much all of his thoughts <3
⤷ hinata is literally a ray of sunshine, he always knows how to make you feel better when you're having a bad day
⤷ likes to send you good morning and good night texts when the two of you are apart, it's his way of showing you that he's thinking of you
⤷ he definitely prefers to be the little spoon when cuddling, but gets super embarrassed if you ever mention it in front of anyone
⤷ hinata thinks you look adorable in his clothes, whenever you put on one of his t-shirts and it's all loose and oversized on you it makes him weak in the knees— you're just too cute <3
⤷ he can't explain why but he gets so flustered whenever you wear his jersey and will start blushing and fumbling his words
⤷ loves to randomly pick you up and spin you around, lifting you so effortlessly as if you weigh nothing to him
⤷ lets you do his makeup because he gets to see your face up close, he thinks you look so pretty when you're focused and will have a lovesick grin plastered on his face the entire time
⤷ likes doing chores with you such as cleaning the house or buying groceries together, but every time you go shopping he somehow always manages to get lost and you end up spending half of the trip looking for each other
⤷ hinata is always showering you with compliments, and will call you beautiful at least three times a day
⤷ overall a huge sweetheart <3
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⭑ bokuto
⤷ when bokuto falls in love, he falls hard— he adores absolutely everything about you and genuinely thinks the world of you
⤷ he's a very affectionate boyfriend, definitely gives the best hugs and makes you feel so safe when he wraps those beefy arms around you <3
⤷ he loves pda and will happily kiss you regardless of who's watching, but only if you're okay with it!! he never wants to make you uncomfortable and will definitely tone it down if you ask him to
⤷ bokuto can't sleep without you, when the two of you are away from each other he always has to call you and listen to your voice or else he won't be able to sleep
⤷ whenever you're sad he will do everything in his power to try and cheer you up or comfort you— likes to break out the puppy dog eyes if you refuse to tell him why you're upset
⤷ if you have an argument, he's always the first to apologise, even if he wasn't in the wrong
⤷ the first time you took him to a yakiniku restaurant on a date he very nearly got down on one knee and proposed to you
⤷ no matter how busy bokuto is with volleyball, he always manages to make time for you
⤷ he loves when you come to his games and cheer for him, and whenever he scores a point he'll make a heart with his hands at you
⤷ regardless of whether the team wins or loses, you always give him the biggest hug afterwards and tell him how proud of him you are
⤷ bokuto enjoys watching you do your skincare routine and will be over the moon when you ask him if he wants to do it with you
⤷ he would be lying if he said he understood what any of your products actually were, but he loves the feeling of you applying all the different creams and serums to his face
⤷ he's such a golden retriever bf
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⭑ tendou
⤷ tendou still doesn't understand how he managed to end up with someone as gorgeous as you, he honestly thinks he's the luckiest guy on earth
⤷ literally worships the ground you walk on
⤷ he still can't believe he gets to wake up next to you, and he sometimes has to pinch himself in the morning to make sure he isn't dreaming
⤷ the first time you called him handsome he cried
⤷ tendou gets so excited if you're someone who also likes anime, the two of you binge watch so many shows together and he'll talk about his favourite characters with you for hours
⤷ takes you on cute little café and park dates
⤷ he's also quite spontaneous and will do things like randomly surprise you with tickets to disneyland or the eiffel tower
⤷ likes to sneak up behind you and scare you for absolutely no reason, he thinks it's so cute when you get mad at him for it
⤷ tendou actually gets really insecure if he catches someone else flirting with you— it's not that he doesn't trust you, because he does more than anything, it's just that there's always a voice in the back of his mind telling him you could do so much better than him </3
⤷ needs a lot of cuddles and reassurance from you, please tell him that he's good enough and that you love him just the way he is
⤷ if you have a sweet tooth, he likes to surprise you by bringing you little chocolates home from work <3
⤷ he's so touched starved, when the two of you first started dating it caught him so off guard when you would show him affection
⤷ but as time went on and he grew accustomed to your touch it wasn't long before he revealed his clingy side to you— asking you for cuddles and kisses all the time and sending you texts while he's at work saying that he misses you
⤷ protect him
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catasoph · 10 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
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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.
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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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shoulmate · 1 year
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"The volleyball team doesn't have parties." Your eyes narrow at your friend. "To be fair no one at this school really has parties but least of all the volleyball team...What kind of prank are you trying to pull?"
"I'm not. But since they lost the inter-high and they're not going to nationals..." he leans over his side of the library table and drops his voice, "...the guess monster convinced the other third years to host a...thing...I don't know, something! Before we all graduate."
You roll your eyes. "He has a name."
"I know," snips your friend. He watches your gaze drop back to your book, picking up notes where you left off. "Well?"
"Well what?" you ask without looking up.
"Do you want to go?"
With a snort you reply "no."
"Aren't you the least bit curious about them?" His voice curls salaciously. "They're the elite--"
"Everyone at this school is an elite," you remind him.
"Of the elite," he amends. "C'mon...I know you've got a huge crush on-"
You slam your pen down and glare at him. "Finish that sentence and it'll be the last thing you ever say."
He smirks under your full attention. "Promise to go?"
"No." You smile derisively. "I have literally no interest and I won't be manipulated into going."
He huffs and drops the topic as you get back to work.
"Last chance to come," he prompts, stopping by your room later.
"No thanks," you reply without looking up from the line of text. He huffs admonishingly but leaves without further argument.
It's pleasingly quiet in the dorms.
You're sure most of the other students have gone to the volleyball team's event and it just reinforces your decision not to go.
You're not here to make friends.
You're not here to find yourself or your place in the world.
No, Shiratorizawa serves only one purpose for you.
It is a stepping stone.
An escape.
You've worked hard to get into the most prestigious high school, achieving the best marks while you're here to give yourself the highest launching point to get as far away from here as possible.
And from the way the options sprawl out before you, you're almost free.
Finding yourself will come after you find a way out.
Tokyo, Paris, London, Seattle; the acceptances have poured in and you can taste the finish line.
The freedom.
You won't jeopardize that with meaningless distractions.
Pouring your heart and soul into every subject, you've been recognized by almost every teacher you've had. Almost every peer, too. From those who've spent their whole academic career trying to catch you, drag you down, cheer you on, or chew you up. Your name is renowned.
Your future is envied.
"I told you I'm not going," you say sternly to the knock on your door.
"How do you know that's why I'm here?"
You jump with a gasp, turning sharply in your seat toward the door and see Tendō Satori leaning against your doorframe all lean muscle and cool confidence.
You scrutinize his lazy smile with a tight gaze. "Why are you here, then?"
"I didn't see you at the party." He crosses his arms, eyes never leaving yours. "I was curious what you were doing instead."
"Well," you gesture across your desk, turning back to it, "now you know."
He lingers in the doorway, not asking for your attention but distracting you all the same.
You ask stiffly "is there something else you wanted?"
"You."
Snap; the tip of your pencil breaks off in shock.
You're too embarrassed to look at him so you just stare at your books hearing the smirk in his voice.
"I was hoping I would have an excuse to cross your path, an opportunity to be subtle at the party but I should have known better."
Your heart's beginning to thrum.
Yes, you're aware of the guess monster. The eccentric genius whose personality and character are even more alluring than his performance on the court. But attraction is distraction and the future is uncertain so for the past three years you've ignored any curiosity toward the appealing red-head.
The fact that he's here now...what he's implying... you're not sure you believe it.
When you don't say anything he prompts "do you understand? I threw the party for a chance to hangout with you."
The concept of it is too tough to understand, like a lump in your throat.
"I...I understand..." you admit.
Can he hear how hard your pulse beats in the quiet?
"And?"
"And what?" You fight every urge to look at him.
"How does that make you feel?"
After a moment of sluggish consideration you reply "I'm...flattered...Tendō, really. I am. But, I need to study."
He hums from the doorway, unsatisfied. "That didn't really answer my question."
"I don't know how to answer it, then." You stare at the pencil in your fingers as you twist it. "Or maybe I don't understand what you're trying to ask."
"I'm asking if you'd like to hangout with me."
Of course you would.
The answer is right there on the tip of your tongue but it feels like saying it would puncture some intangible bubble, destroying the path to your future.
"Let me ask a different way," he says slowly, gently. "Can I...hangout with you?"
Your eyes flick to him with a frown because it has to be obvious that you're in the middle of studying right now and not interested in just hanging out.
That's when you notice his backpack.
He smiles wryly.
"You mean..." The creases of your frown deepen. "You..."
He nods. "Can I study with you?"
"Why would you want to do that?" you ask, face screwing up as you gesture. "There's a party going on right now with your friends. A party you literally organized."
"Only to spend time with you," he amends holding up a finger and you gape in exasperation.
"I don't know, Tendō." Rubbing your forehead you grimace. "It's..."
He waits patiently, far longer than anyone else would and you realize what you have to say is just that important to him.
With a slow, steadying breath you meet his eye and confess. "I don't want to stay here...I've worked hard all this time to escape...And I'm... scared..."
"Of stumbling on a reason to stay?"
Something clicks into place within you. Like a puzzle piece perfectly fitting with another, you feel seen.
Understood.
You nod.
He looks hesitant now, eyes still gauging your reactions. "What if...that reason... wasn't going to stay either."
Your chest tingles with implication but you hold it at bay again, denying the suggestion. "What do you mean?" you ask nervously.
Tendō cautiously straightens up as if facing something head-on. "What if...when you escape...you weren't alone? What if a reason to stay...became..."
"A commonality to leave?"
Tendō's eyes shine and he smiles, mirroring the pining hope dawning inside of you, too.
There's a flash of images through your mind: saying goodbye to family and friends, boarding a plane, walking down a cobblestone street with the Eiffel tower twinkling in the distance.
Your heart skips a beat because you've imagined these things before but, for the first time, you imagine you aren't alone.
"So..." He asks, failing to hold back a wry smile. "Can I join you?"
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semifilms · 1 year
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for the celebrity prompts: shamelessly recording them performing please? with tendou pls and thanks <3
☆SHAMELESSLY RECORDING HIM | tendo satori
a/n - for this i’m gonna just do regular old high school tendo since his timeskip career isn’t exactly…yk something one would record…ALSO i just want to say his name kept correcting to TENDON???? i giggled a lot
cw - none
prompt list - @novelbear
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you’re tendo’s number one fan in everything he did. there was no close second. and if there was a doubt in anyone’s mind about it—it was safe to say they’d never seen you at any of his volleyball games.
even if you’re normally quiet, you’d be the loudest in the room at his games. you’d scream at the tip of your lungs with your phone in hand. zoomed in onto the tall messy red-haired boy you called your boyfriend. “LET'S GO SATORI! YOU GOT THIS!” you’d shout from the stands, one hand cupping your mouth.
needless to say you always got concerned looks from the people next to you.
tendo enjoyed it the most though. he’d grin widely back at you and wave flamboyantly. his teammates would tease him about it 100% but he had no shame and neither did you.
after games, you’d run across the court to meet with him and tell him how great he was and that he looked so cool. you’d be sure to show him the video when you hung out after you went to his house.
cuddled on the couch watching back the footage. he laughed every time he heard your voice book through the speaker on your phone. which caused the audio to cut out every now and then. “you act like i’m a celebrity when you do this.” he joked as he nudged your shoulder.
you snickered at his comment and pushed the video to look at him. “well you are in my eyes, and i’m your #1 fan, forever and always.” you smiled as you leaned in to place a firm kiss on his lips.
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kageyamatobiyogurt · 2 years
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haikyuu boys’ being unsubtle (suggestive)
a/n: today i present horndog boyfriends being just barely controlled because you’re so damn hot and they don’t know what to do. also kuroo’s is probably where i needed more restraint lmao 
includes: ushijima, tendou, kuroo 
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ushijima: 
there was something in the air that day and he couldn’t quite figure it out 
you weren’t even doing anything particularly... scandalous? 
or at least, to you 
to you, you were just simply wearing one of those tee shirts for staying at home and shorts 
but to wakatoshi those shorts hugged but barely covered your ass and he could not stop looking 
throughout the day you become increasingly aware of heavy hands on you 
maybe you were in the kitchen preparing something and you’d feel his large hands suddenly rest on your waist and linger there as he stood behind you 
“hi toshi” you’d giggle as he rested his chin on your shoulder
“hi darling” and those hands on your hips would just give the slightest squeeze to remind you where they were 
or one of these other moments it’s a hand resting on the nape of your neck, giving you a slight massage 
or hands trailing up your arms 
or maybe you’re both aimlessly watching tv and his large hand is on your exposed thigh
he had already pulled your legs so that they’d be resting over his lap instead of -- anywhere else 
as you glance over to look at him, you see that his gaze is fixed on your legs, the one hand on your thigh casually trailing up to dangerous teasing territory 
“are you trying to hint at something, toshi?” you casually ask 
his eyes snap to you and you see his cheeks starting to tint pink 
he tries his best to deadpan a solid “no” but something hard resting against your calf says otherwise 
tendou: 
here i present someone who’s significantly less ashamed 
you can genuinely feel the weight of his gaze on you 
he won’t even say anything 
but here you are at home in pajama pants and a tank top that hugs you so damn perfectly
your hair was tied up too (or if it’s short, it was simply pushed back away from your face) so really, everything was kind of on display (to him) 
he could barely contain himself 
but you’re his anyway, so who’s going to deny him the pleasure of looking
you were working on something in the kitchen and you accidentally dropped your pencil
you could still feel his gaze as you bend down to reach for it 
when you looked back at him he was unabashedly staring with his jaw clenched 
he even makes his way to the table where you’re actually trying to get work done and he pretends to scroll on his phone 
he’s just sneaking more glances  i can’t with him 
this one time you catch him, “eyes up here satori” you chuckle 
even when you get up to get a glass of water you see his eyes scan you up and down without a single ounce of shame 
just this devious smirk plastered on his face
kuroo: 
this man just speaks pure unadulterated filth 
he’s completely fine if you don’t want to actually do anything - in the event that you aren’t in the mood 
but he’ll damn well let you know about it, just so you’re aware 
so you were watching a movie
perhaps your were wearing nothing but one of his large shirts because they’re basically a dress on you anyway 
you were feeling particularly touchy and so you were sat between his legs, mainly wanting to be close to him 
you didn’t realize that this position would leave you so vulnerable to his antics 
“kitten,” he says into your ear, “you look so hot right now” 
at first you thought he was joking, after all, what you were wearing wasn’t that flattering - to you 
you chuckled in return, jokingly batting his head away, not really giving his words much thought 
“i’m serious,” he says, voice much lower in your ear, “i want to bend you over this couch” 
suddenly, you’re feeling much warmer even though you aren’t wearing much 
“tetsu-” 
but he continues, arms wrapping around your middle and pressing your torso against his 
“you know i love it when your cute ass is up for me” 
“love it even more when your cunt takes me in so easily” 
he’s brushing your hair behind your ear and usually, this is such an innocent gesture 
“so what do you say, kitten?” 
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meowdarame · 2 years
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𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞!!
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pairings: dice’s dream 6-some x fem!reader (atsumu x iwaizumi x fem!reader x matsukawa x ushijima x tendou); no m! x m! interactions, only m! x f! interactions; afab!reader, she/her pronouns
synopsis: tendou brings the boys back together to celebrate your birthday. you thought you had seen the extent of satori’s playful antics, but this one takes the cake— literally. a sequel to three holes, two hands.
warnings: EXPLICIT CONTENT. 18+ MINORS DNI. 6-some/gangbang (but everything is consensual); mentions of food (a cake in specific, but no actual eating occurs); some bondage with rope (atsumu’s part); consensual nude photo taking; cum (lots and lots of cum!); thigh fucking; titty fucking; face/throat fucking; unprotected sex; pull-out method; creampie; cum swallowing; mild impact play (a few ass and tit slaps); overstimulation; mild degradation; lots of praise; please lmk if there’s anything that i missed! (there’s a lot going on in this fic!)
word count: 7.1k words
notes: a postponed installation for my birth month event! you can read this as a stand-alone but i recommend checking out the prequel to this, which is linked above. happy birthday to the sweetest boy ever and the love of my life, satori tendou <3 reblogs are super appreciated!
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All you really wanted for your birthday was a custom box of chocolates from your husband’s shop, a bouquet of baby pink roses from the local florist, and a back massage that maybe leads to something more.
But after opening your front door and hearing the scuffling coming from further inside your house, you know that your husband has more plans for your birthday— a lot more, judging by the amount of shoes neatly lined against your wall that belong to unknown owners.
“Shh! I think I just heard the front door open! She’s home; everyone be quiet!”
Satori’s hushed whispers echo off the walls of the foyer of your shared home. After taking off your shoes and placing them on the rack, you follow the sound of your husband’s voice through the hallway, turn the corner to enter your dining room, and find a sight that you hadn’t seen in six months.
There, sitting silently around your mahogany dinner table, are the members of the “starting lineup” of your dream 6-some that happened almost half a year ago— an encounter that left your body sore and splattered with your husband’s and his friends’ cum. Your face burns hot when you remember the whole ordeal, but your husband’s sing-songy voice pulls you out of your dazed state.
“Happy birthday, my love!” Satori jovially raises both of his arms in the air, a playful and prideful expression plastered on his face; it fills up the entire room with a lighthearted mirth, alleviating some of the embarrassment that you feel in the pit of your stomach. Shaking your head and chuckling lightly to yourself, you trudge over to your husband and wrap your arms around his waist, enveloping his thin frame in a tight hug.
“Satori, you really need to start giving me a heads-up before you pull stunts like this. You know that I hate surprises,” you tease, lightly poking his side and causing him to let out a small shriek. Once his giggles fade, he turns you around and wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. His lips are dangerously close to the sweet spot on your neck— so close that his warm breath tickles the shell of your ear as he softly pants.
“So what now, sweetheart?” He murmurs, his lanky arms squeezing your waist tighter as he continues on. “Would you prefer that I send them home? I could do that for you, if that’s what you want. But then you wouldn’t get your birthday gift…”
Your eyes scan across the room, drinking in the image of the four attractive men seated in front of you. Atsumu looks as gorgeous as ever, his soft platinum blonde locks shine like sunlight and pair beautifully with his lightly tanned skin. Issei and Wakatoshi look broad and brooding, per usual, but both men wear drastically different expressions on their handsome faces. Wakatoshi stares down at his neatly-folded hands on your table, but Issei’s eyes haven’t stopped scanning your body since you first stepped into the room. His raven irises travel up and down every curve and ridge of your body, making his lips curl up into a sly smirk and his dick jump in his pants. And Hajime— has he gotten bigger? You think that your eyes could be deceiving you, because honestly, you thought that it was impossible for your high school crush to get even more buff than he was since the last time you saw him. But with the way that his shirt clings so tight to his biceps and pecs— almost appearing like it’s second skin— you have no doubt in your mind that he did put on some additional muscle weight.
“I never said that,” you reply coyly. Turning your face to your husband, you plant a kiss against his soft, squishy cheek, making his ears tint pink. “I love the gift, but I’m just saying that for next time, give me a warning, babe.” The tips of Satori’s ears now burn as red as his hair at the implication of your words, and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing at Satori’s cuteness.
You bring your attention back to your esteemed guests, and sarcastically ask, “So what’s on the agenda for tonight, boys? I’m assuming it’s another one of Satori’s experimental trysts that he wants you guys to act out with him.”
Some snickers are heard from around the room, but they soon fade as Satori ushers you to the empty seat at the head of the table. A white pastry box rests ominously in front of you, and butterflies swarm in your stomach as you wait for one of them to speak.
“Tonight,” Satori’s voice breaks through the stiff silence. “We eat cake!” He cheers, gesturing to the box.
You scoff. “Is that some snarky euphemism for eating my ass, Satori?” You narrow your eyes at him, sizing him up, but his confident resolve doesn’t falter as he shakes his head.
“No, no,” he assures you and raises both of his hands in surrender. “There really is a cake in the box! Open it and see for yourself if you don’t believe me!”
Sighing, you reach out and pull the mysterious object closer to you. Shaky fingers gripping the sides of the cardboard box, you lift its lid and are met with a shocking sight— you.
At least, it’s a photo of you. Naked. On a cake.
You immediately recognize the picture as one that Satori took of you in post-orgasm bliss— you’re splayed out on your bed, his cum painting creamy white strings across your tummy. That night was definitely one to remember. You had received a promotion at your job earlier that day, and to celebrate, your husband had made you cum on his tongue three times and around his cock another four, congratulating you for being his smart and pretty girl.
The cake is cut into five even sections. The first shows your fucked-out face, a dopey smile spreading from cheek to cheek and hooded eyelids covering your lust-filled irises. In the next section, your neck, shoulders, and tits are printed onto the cake in colorful frosting. You’re pushing your tits together with your hands, letting your perked nipples peek through the gaps in between your fingers. The slice beneath it depicts your tummy, and whoever frosted this cake took extra care to make sure that Satori’s cum noticeably stands out against your sweaty, glistening skin. The fourth section puts your pussy on display, which is shyly tucked behind the plush flesh of your inner thighs. You remember instinctively pressing your thighs together when Satori took the photo, slight embarrassment pulsing at your core— the same feeling that’s overtaking your body right now. The final and closest slice to you displays your thighs down to your knees, and just from looking at the photo, you remember how badly your flesh stung for the next few days because of how hard Satori had bitten and sucked all over them.
“Satori,” you breathe out unsteadily as your mind begins to cloud with anger. “What the fuck?”
He places both of his hands on your shoulders, thumbs gently rubbing circles into the tight muscles. “Don’t you love it, sweetheart? You look so beautiful,” he sighs dreamily, overcome with admiration at the lewd image before him.
You ignore his question. “Satori, did you really send a nude photo of me to a bakery and have them print it on a cake?” Your voice is so low and calm that it fills the room with unease. The men uncomfortably shift in their seats, averting your furious gaze that burns a hole straight through the sweet treat.
“What? Absolutely not, my paradise!” Your husband frantically explains. “I’d never let anyone else see this side of you— it’s for my eyes only! Well, I guess it’s for their eyes now, too,” he rambles and gestures to the men seated in front of you. “Y’know, because they’re looking at the photo on the cake, b-but that’s besides my point!” He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself down before continuing on, “A friend of mine owns a bakery, and he owed me a favor, so I asked him if I could use his cake printing equipment!” He states excitedly, a toothy grin spread across his face.
“It took me all day yesterday and today to make it,” he admits, this time much more sheepishly. He stares down at his hands, fiddling with his fingers and pretending to pick at the imaginary athletic tape that’s wrapped around them— a habit that he picked up during his years of playing volleyball but was never able to break, even after almost a decade of not wrapping up his digits. “I wanted it to be perfect, just like you,” he murmurs, raising his eyes to meet yours. The corners of his lips curl upwards into a shy smile, and the genuine look on his face makes your expression soften. This adorable idiot really does make your heart softer than a sponge cake.
“Satori, I love it,” you grin, tears threatening to spill out of the corners of your eyes. “It’s a little ridiculous and bizarre, but what would my husband be without his beloved eccentricity?” You tease, taking his hand into yours and kissing his knuckles. “Thank you, and you did a wonderful job! I look amazing and so realistic! You know for a chocolatier, you’re really good at frosting cakes.”
He laughs at your joke, “Oh please, no need for flattery.” He waves away your protests with the flick of his wrist. “The printing machine did all the work!” He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. “But thank you, sweetheart. I’m glad you like it.”
Your heart booms violently in your chest, and your body caves into the irresistible urge to kiss him. You wrap your fingers around his neck, pulling his face further down until your lips find his. Satori kneels down on the floor, trying to bring himself closer to you and settling himself in between your parted knees. He allows you to take control, letting your nails drag gently along his scalp and your teeth nibble teasingly at his bottom lip. When he grabs your hips and pulls you flush against his crotch, you let out a startled gasp, which Satori muffles with his mouth.
“Ahem.”
Your impromptu makeout session is interrupted by a cough coming from the end of the table. Turning your attention to the direction of the sound, your eyes are met with Atsumu’s blushing face.
“Ya know, I don’t mind watching,” the blonde starts, a smirk beginning to take shape across his lips. “But if y’all are gonna fuck in front of us at the dinner table, can I at least change out of these uncomfortable jeans? It’s kinda gettin’ tight down there.”
Satori chuckles and shakes his head. “Sorry, we just got a bit carried away.” He rises to his feet and helps you to do the same. “We should continue on with the festivities, though. My love,” he whispers to you with equal parts sweetness and mischievousness, making your pussy flutter. “It’s your birthday, so you get to do the honor of passing out the cake.”
You blink twice at him, confused by his words and still trying to process them. Knitting your eyebrows, you ask for clarification, “What do you mean? Like randomly or…” Your voice trails off, but Satori is quick to fill up the empty space again.
“However you want,” Satori answers, a devilish grin spreading across his delighted face. “You can do it randomly, if you’d like, or you can be methodical about how you pass it out. Either way, just give each of us a slice of cake.”
Hesitantly, you nod your head and obey your husband’s instructions. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
“Good,” Satori hums, pleased. He takes a seat at one of the empty chairs, and adds on, “Close your eyes, boys! And no peeking— it’s only fair that we respect the birthday girl’s privacy as she decides what she wants to do with her birthday gift.” The rest of the men follow Satori’s command and shut their eyes tightly, leaving you to stare at the daunting task before you.
His words reverberate in your ears and fester in your mind. “It’s only fair that we respect the birthday girl’s privacy as she decides what she wants to do with her birthday gift.” What could he possibly mean by that? Static clouds your mind as you try to search for an innuendo hidden beneath his words; still, you know that there’s no point in trying to decipher his cryptic message, especially not when you have five men patiently waiting to be served their dessert.
Your hands immediately fly to the cake knife and fork, picking up the slice that has the image of your pussy on it. Plopping the sweet treat onto a plate, you place it in front of Satori— it’s only fair that your husband receives the slice with the most intimate part of you. Next is the section with your tits, and you give that piece to Wakatoshi. You’ve known him the second longest, and he used to be a frequent invitee to your college sexcapades with Satori, so it makes the most sense to you to give him a slice with an overtly lewd image as well. The other three slices are assigned at random— Hajime receives your face, Issei your tummy, and Atsumu your thighs. The blonde setter’s smirk settles deeper into his cheeks when he hears the ceramic plate clink onto the table in front of him, and you know that he’s savoring every moment of Satori’s little game.
“Okay, everyone has a slice,” you announce, dusting your hands off. “You can open your eyes now.”
The men all lift their eyelids at the same time. You follow their eyes as they examine their cake slices. A mixture of reactions erupt from around the table— some of the men have flustered expressions plastered on their faces, cheeks flushed pink and mouths gaping open, while others wear a smug grin, chuckling lightly to themselves.
Satori is the first to speak. “I knew you’d let me have your pussy,” he pouts, faux sympathy dripping from his tone. “I know my darling angel so well.”
You open your mouth to speak, but Issei interrupts you. “Fucking finally!” He groans. “Last time I just got your hand, which I’m grateful for— don’t get me wrong. But I always wondered if you feel just as good as you taste.”
What the hell are they talking about? They don’t give you any answers though, as they continue to ramble on.
“I don’t know, boys. I think I won— I am a thigh guy after all,” Atsumu pipes in. He rests his hands behind his head and leans back in his chair, satisfaction riddled all over his face.
“I lucked out,” Iwaizumi murmurs underneath his breath. He looks like he’s in a state of shock; his jaw has been gaping from the moment he opened his eyes. “Can’t believe you really let me have your face.”
A hushed “thank you,” is all Wakatoshi says before you’re finally able to get a word in.
“What the fuck are you all going on about?” You demand, hoping that they’d finally fill you in instead of confusing you with their evasive responses.
“Sweetheart.” Your eyes dart to your husband, and he’s wearing his signature sly grin as he continues to explain. “The body parts on the cake slices that you gave us— that’s where we get to cum.”
Your jaw goes slack at your husband’s revelation. Honestly, you should have known his intentions from the beginning— him giving you a cake with your nudes on it, him making you serve each of them a slice, them being so excited after seeing what portion they received. All of these were little clues that should have filled you in on Satori’s twisted agenda for tonight, but you were too clouded with your preconceived judgments to be able to jump to that conclusion.
You thought you had seen the extent of Satori’s playful antics, but this one definitely takes the cake— literally.
“Satori,” you start slowly as you try to collect your thoughts. “This is…”
“Creative? Hilarious? Super fucking hot?” He suggests a variety of adjectives, but you reject all of them.
“Strange,” you conclude, before adding on. “But I’m down. You baked this beautiful cake for me, and you flew out all of your friends. It’d be a waste if we didn’t actually get to use my birthday gift, wouldn’t it?”
Satori runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “It would be a waste,” he coos, standing up from his chair. “So let’s get this party started.”
Everything is happening so fast.
In the blink of an eye, six different piles of clothes are scattered across your bedroom floor, and you lie naked on top of your plush bed sheets— your entire body bare and vulnerable from the wandering eyes that are quickly growing drunk off of the ethereal image splayed before them.
“Who do you want to go first, sweetheart?” Satori whispers in your ear, his cold fingers sending shivers up and down your spine as he drags them along your waist. You think through your response for a few seconds, before confidently replying, “I want Hajime and Atsumu to go first.”
“At the same time?” Satori asks, surprise evident in his voice, but his shock quickly subsides when you nod your head.
“I should have known,” he adds on, this time in a taunting tone. “My sweet wife loves acting like a stupid little whore for some good dick.”
His words should hurt, but they just amplify the heat that you feel in your core. Crawling over to the center of the bed, you get down on all fours and place your weight on your forearms and knees. You feel your slick sticking to the inside of your thighs as Hajime takes the spot in front of you and Atsumu kneels behind you, running his tip along your glistening folds.
“I’ve missed this cute fucking ass,” Atsumu praises, delivering a slap to the soft flesh. You let out a startled yelp, and he laughs. “Say, Hajime,” he adds, addressing his senior in front of him, “Why do we keep getting partnered up in situations like this? First time was that session six months ago, and now this!”
“Who knows?” The ex-ace replies, running his thumb along your bottom lip before forcing it into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. “Maybe she just likes it when we fuck her together.” He shrugs.
His green eyes stare down at you, lust swimming in his sage irises. He bends down so that he’s only a few inches above your face, and whispers, “You’re really gonna let me cum all over your pretty face?”
You eagerly nod your head and suck around his thumb, mewling around the thick digit. The two men’s filthy words make your entire body tingle, and you begin to swivel your hips back to meet Atsumu’s shallow thrusts, pressing his length harder against your throbbing clit.
The pretty setter delivers another harsh slap to your ass. “Be patient, princess,” he chides, kneading the stinging flesh with his massive palm. “Ya made us wait while ya were passing out the cake slices, now it’s yer turn.”
“Satori,” the blonde calls out to your husband, and Satori’s ears perk up at the sound of his name. “Ya got any rope?”
Satori’s eyes flash down to meet yours, waiting for your confirmation. When you nod your head and let him know that it’s okay, he reaches into a bin underneath your bed and pulls out a bundle of red, silky rope. He hands the braided threads to Atsumu, who begins to unravel it.
“Keep those gorgeous thighs squeezed tight for me, doll,” the setter commands, and you press your thighs together as hard as you can. Atsumu begins wrapping the rope around your mid-thigh, twisting the silk threads around your legs several times for extra security. Once he deems his handiwork to be sufficient, he ties it off with a sturdy knot, leans back on his haunches, and admires his creation.
“Fucking perfect,” he breathes out, wiping the sweat off of his brow with the back of his hand. He leans down and kisses your asscheeks, then he slides his cock in between your pressed thighs. At the same time, Hajime taps his leaky cockhead against your cheek, forcing your attention back to him.
“Open up, beautiful,” he murmurs softly to you, before pushing his tip into your awaiting mouth.
“Fuck,” they both hiss out in unison, throwing their heads back and letting pleasure enwrap them. Hajime slowly eases his cock into your mouth, but Atsumu wastes no time, already building up his pace as he fucks into your thighs. His nails dig into your ass, squeezing and gripping onto the flesh as he pulls your body back to meet his thrusts. Hajime wraps his hand around the back of your neck, coaxing you to take more of him in until he bottoms out. It’s hard for him to keep your nose pressed against his trimmed pubes though, with the way that Atsumu is manhandling your body in pursuit of his own high.
“Atsumu, stop fucking hogging her,” Hajime complains, flashing the athlete an annoyed look, but the setter just laughs in his face.
“Just means that ya gotta time yer thrusts with mine,” Atsumu spits back. You can’t see his face, but you can just picture the sly smirk that’s settled onto his lips. “Ya don’t need to be so gentle with her— I’m sure she’d love it if ya fucked her pretty little throat ‘til it’s sore. Ain’t that right, sweets?”
You enthusiastically nod your head around Hajime’s shaft and hum, the vibrations shooting up his cock and giving him goosebumps. Looking down at you, his heart rate picks up when you stare at him with innocent doe eyes, and this image is what pushes him over the edge, allowing himself to give into his lustful cravings.
“You ready?” He asks, but you don’t even have time to respond. His hips fly forward into your face, sending his tip crashing against the back of your throat. A shrill scream gets caught in your throat, the muscles contracting and vibrating around Hajime’s tip. The brunet bites his lip to stop himself from cumming on the spot, and once he finds composure, he begins fucking your mouth. His trimmed, prickly pubes tickle your nose and chin with each thrust; his cockhead fills the entirety of your throat canal, forcing you to breathe through your nostrils. Tears threaten to spill out of the corners of your eyes from the lack of oxygen, but you do your best to try to blink them away— you don’t want your watery, blurry vision to obstruct your view of the gorgeous sight in front of you.
Hajime’s eyebrows are knit as he concentrates on matching Atsumu’s frenzied pace. A pink tint graces his cheeks and ears, and sweat trickles down his temple and neck, adorning the red hue that creeps up his torso. His biceps flex as he wraps his fingers around the back of your neck, pulling your face flush to his pelvis in rhythm with Atsumu’s offbeats. But the most beautiful sight are his intense green eyes— they’re fixated on the way his thick length disappears into your mouth, only to reemerge glistening with saliva from between your swollen, parted lips.
Everything feels so hot. They’re relentless, not allowing your body any time to recover from their staggered thrusts. Your arms and legs desperately want to give out, but you muster every ounce of strength left in your body to keep yourself upright. You concentrate on the pleasure that’s bubbling in your tummy to distract yourself from how tired you feel.
“Atsumu,” Hajime groans when he feels your throat constrict around him. “I’m close. How about you?”
“Same here,” the setter breathes out, his hips beginning to stutter as the knot in his core begins to snap. Atsumu leans forward so that his lips press against the shell of your ear, and he whispers, “Cum with us, doll. Bet ya want us to fill ya up at the same time. Don’t ya, beautiful?”
His filthy words force your euphoric high to collide into you, and your thighs shake uncontrollably as pleasure overtakes your body. Atsumu’s fucks you through your orgasm, his tip nudging your clit and sending sparks of electricity up and down your spine. It quickly becomes too much for you, and with all the strength in your body, you push yourself forward to escape from his overstimulation— leaving Atsumu’s cum to splatter all over the backside of your thighs and Hajime’s to shoot straight down your fluttering throat. Wide-eyed, you swallow his seed to the best of your ability, but some of it still dribbles down your chin when he pulls his softening cock out of your mouth.
“I said that you could cum on her face, not down her throat,” Satori calls out from your left. The brunet just chuckles and runs his thumb along your cheek and chin, collecting his cum and feeding it back into your mouth.
“I thought so too,” he hums, watching you as your tongue licks the thick digit clean. “But I guess tonight has just been full of surprises thus far, hasn’t it, angel?”
You nod, and Hajime pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a ‘pop.’ “Satori,” you start, voice slightly raspy and hoarse, “Don’t get mad at him. It’s my fault— I didn’t give him enough time to pull away.”
Atsumu chimes in from behind you, and you feel his large, calloused palms playing with his cum and spreading it around on your thighs. “Technically it’s my fault since I was a little too rough with her.” He leans down, littering kisses along your lower back and asscheeks. “I can’t help it, though— she’s just so, so good to me.” He emphasizes his words by pressing one final kiss to the small of your back before untying the rope’s knot, freeing your aching thighs from the uncomfortable position.
“Whatever, it’s fine,” your husband responds with a slight lilt in his voice, his bottom lip jutting out into a cute little pout. “It’s her birthday anyways, so I’ll let it slide.” He replaces Hajime’s position and kneels in front of you on the bed, bending down and planting a kiss to the crown of your head. Cupping your face and forcing you to look up at him, he asks, “Who’s next, my love?”
“Toshi and Issei,” you immediately reply, and Satori’s pout turns into a frown.
“Why do you always make me go last when we do these types of things, my love?” He mumbles, so quietly that only you can hear him.
“You always tell me to savor the sweetest parts at the end,” you whisper, even softer than Satori did. “I’m just following your advice, handsome.”
With your reaffirming words, that bright smile that you love so much spreads across his pretty features. “I love you. Did you know that?”
You giggle and lightly nod, “I love you more.” Gesturing your head to the other men who’ve begun to chatter amongst themselves, you add on, “Now go tell Toshi and Issei to bring their asses over here.”
When Satori leaves your side, you collapse onto the bed, lying flat on your stomach. You close your eyes for a split second, relishing this brief period of rest before your body is pushed to its limit once again. This moment is fleeting however, because as soon as you’re settled into the plush cotton of your comforter, a pair of large hands flips you over onto your back.
“Wake up, sleeping beauty.” Issei smirks down at you, his thick eyebrows cocking upwards. “We can tell you’re tired, so we’ll do all the work for this round— just take what we give you.”
A lazy smile creeps up on your face and you limply nod your head. “I appreciate that, Issei. You’re so generous,” you tease, running your fingertips down his arm.
“No need to thank me,” he cooly replies, placing one of your legs on his broad shoulder and wrapping the other around his waist. “You gotta save your energy for Satori— all of us know that we’re just warm-ups for the main event.”
Gripping his cock with his hand, he runs his fat tip up and down your slit, collecting some of your slick before pushing it through the first tight ring of your pussy. Your breath hitches at the intrusion, and Issei quickly removes his hand from his shaft and finds your clit, rubbing gentle circles to distract you from the stretch. You whimper softly when he slowly begins sinking himself deeper into you, and after a minute, he’s fully sheathed himself into your cunt, his cock nestled deep in your velvety, warm walls.
Mind hazy from all the pleasure, Issei speaks without thinking, “Yea, you definitely feel as good as you fuckin’ taste.”
You don’t even have time to quip back a snarky remark, because soon a set of toned, tanned abs comes in between you and the ex-middle blocker. Your eyes travel up Wakatoshi’s torso, and he looks down at you with a shy and soft look on his face— a stark contrast from his typically stoic expression. He straddles you, his muscular thighs resting on both sides of your stomach and his heavy cock leaking precum from his sensitive slit.
“Toshi,” you coo, collecting some of your spit onto your fingertips before wrapping your hand around his cock, giving it a few slow pumps. “Do you remember when you, me, and Satori used to do this back in college?”
The burly man chuckles lowly, taking your other hand and bringing it up to his lips. “Of course. How could I forget?” He breathes out, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist.
As you continue your conversation with Wakatoshi, Issei continues toying with your clit, swiping the swollen bud at an excruciatingly slow pace. The ex-middle blocker kisses your ankle, causing your next words to sound more like a whimper when they slip past your lips.
“Do you still think about those times, Toshi?”
The ace chuckles lightly to himself, scooting himself forward on your body to nestle his thick cock in between your tits. His large palms knead at the flesh, and he exhales a sigh when his thumbs run over your perked nipples.
“Yes,” he hisses out after spitting a glob of saliva into the crevice between your breasts. “I think about them a lot,” he admits, void of the shy demeanor he had earlier— his tone and movements exude confidence as he begins to grind his dick into your soft tits. You mewl as he squeezes them together, and lewd squelching sounds fill the room when he gets a decent pace going.
Once Wakatoshi is fully settled on your torso, Issei begins rocking his hips back and forth, continuing to languidly rub your clit with expert precision. His tip effortlessly grazes your sweet spot and kisses your cervix with each thrust, and he soon reduces you down to an incoherent, babbling mess. Your head swims with equal parts lust and desire, and your chest heaves as you begin to breathe erratically, doing everything you can to keep yourself from losing control.
“Missed these gorgeous tits so bad,” Wakatoshi growls lowly. He delivers a light slap to the flesh, making your body shudder upon impact. His dick throbs when you place your hands on top of his, aiding him in squeezing your tits together. You stick your tongue out, lapping at his tip with every roll of his body, and it makes him throw his head back and groan at the sensation.
“Toshi,” you mumble with your tongue still lolled out. “Cum for me, baby.”
His eyebrows furrow as his body lurches forward, his hips stuttering as his orgasm washes over him. Staccatoed grunts escape past his parted lips, and the sound makes your heart beat even faster in your chest. His thick cum oozes out of his slit in spurts, painting your tits with strings of creamy white. A glob of his cum sprays onto your tongue though, and the pink muscle eagerly retreats back into your mouth to swallow his slightly salty, slightly sweet seed.
Wakatoshi climbs off of your body and lays by your side, one arm resting under your neck with the other caressing your face. His soft lips press light kisses to your cheek and temple, whispering praises and sweet nothings into your skin. His eyes flicker down to your breasts, admiring his work; he pinches your nipple between his index finger and thumb, and when he lets go, there’s a sheen of his cum staining his skin. He feeds his fingers into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl around his thick digits to clean them off.
The ace replaces Issei’s hands with his, swiping your swollen nub at an abusive pace. Your back arches off of the bed, and your hands wrap around Wakatoshi’s wrist, trying to ground yourself. Your face contorts into a wince, your body still overstimulated from the previous round.
“Fuck her harder,” Wakatoshi commands, his olive green eyes intensely gazing at Issei’s handsome face. “She can take it— there’s no need for you to hold back. Right, darling? You said that you’ll take what he gives you,” he coos, pressing his lips against your temple and letting them linger there.
You nod frantically and open your eyes, eyelids drooping and vision hazy as you stare at Issei. With your consent, he reels his hips back so that only his tip remains in your fluttering walls, then sends them crashing forward, his balls loudly slapping against your ass. You gasp upon the sudden and harsh intrusion, but Wakatoshi kisses you hungrily, muffling your mewls and moans with his lips. You feel even more full than before, the only thought in your mind is how good Issei is making you feel.
Issei continues this slow and rough pace, his wet lips traveling up and down your ankle and leaving a trail of his saliva on your skin. You reach out to him, clawing your nails along his defined torso. Your fingertips don’t miss the way that his abs twitch under your touch, and you can tell that he’s close— and you are, too.
“Issei, please,” you pant out, feeling your orgasm looming over you. “Want you to make a mess of me.”
Wakatoshi pinches your clit, and with the shock sends you over the edge. Your walls clamp down around Issei’s thick cock, an off-white ring of your cream coating the base of his dick. Biting the inside of his cheek, he holds off his orgasm for as long as he can so that he can fuck you through yours. It quickly becomes too intense for him though, and he pulls out of your cunt to shoot his cum all over your stomach, mixing his seed with Wakatoshi’s on your sweaty, sticky body.
“That was fucking amazing,” the ex-middle blocker chuckles as he bends down and presses a kiss to your clit. Your body jolts at the action, and it makes his smirk spread wider on his pretty face. “Thank you for making me feel so good.”
You can’t tell if he’s talking to you or your pussy, but it’s not like you even have time to ruminate on his words— as soon as the two men stand up from the bed, a familiar pale, thin frame fills up your field of vision.
“Say cheese!” Your husband cheers, holding a polaroid camera in his hands. You throw your fingers up into a loose peace sign and smile, and your husband chuckles cutely when he clicks the camera’s shutter button. Once the photograph fully prints, he pulls it out of the camera’s slot and kisses the film.
“It’s not even fully developed yet but I already know that you look so sexy,” he sighs in admiration, his crimson irises fixated on the photo. “This is definitely going in my wallet.”
You laugh at your Satori’s silliness, and he leans down to kiss you. But before he can fully press your bodies together, your hand pushes back against his chest. “Wait,” you rasp out, effectively stopping him in his tracks. “I’m all sticky, ‘Tori. I can go wash myself off first, if you want.”
The redhead grabs your wrist and tosses your arm to the side, collapsing his body onto yours and smothering you with his warmth. “No need to, princess. You know I love it when you’re filthy.” His lips crash into yours, and all you can do is melt under his touch.
You wrap your legs around his waist, and your hand snakes in between your bodies to wrap around his cock. Rubbing his tip up and down your slit to collect your wetness, you mewl when his tip bumps into your clit. Your hand strokes his length a few times to spread your juices before he sheathes himself into you.
Satori whines when he begins to shallowly thrust into you, his desperate little whimpers fill your ears and shoot straight to your cunt. You bury your face into his shoulder, hiding yourself when tears begin to stream down your warm cheeks. He feels his skin quickly dampening though, and he pulls back to press his forehead against yours.
“You’re so beautiful,” he pants out, continuing to grind his hips into yours, his cockhead massaging your sweet spot with each movement. “I love you so much.”
“You’re even more beautiful, ‘Tori. I love you too,” you giggle in between sniffles. One of your hands runs through his shaved buzz cut, your nails gently dragging along his scalp, while the other wraps around the back of his neck, firmly holding his face inches from yours.
You swear that there’s no prettier sight on this earth than Satori’s eyes— they’re so rich in color, a gorgeous scarlet hue that rivals the finest rubies in vibrance. His eyes are always so animated, so readable, and you can see all of his emotions swimming in his irises. All the love, admiration, joy, and gratitude that he feels for you is carefully packed into every tender look that he flashes you, and you can’t help but wonder how you lucked out with such an amazing husband.
Your lips lock with his, your tongues dancing with each other and muffling each other’s needy cries. You pull away momentarily, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips, and you press a kiss to the tip of his nose, making a pink blush creep up on his cheeks and the tip of his ears.
“I’m yours and only yours, ‘Tori,” you whisper, so delicately that only he can hear you. The sound of sweaty skin slapping against each other shelters this intimate moment from the rest of the world, and it feels like it’s just you and him in your bedroom. “Want you to fill me up. Want all of you.”
Satori shuts his eyes tightly as he cums, angelic moans filling your ears as he pumps you full of his cum. Your body follows him soon after, your walls involuntarily contracting around him and threatening to push him out. You feel so warm inside as he empties himself into you, both of you mumbling indiscernible I love you’s and thank you’s. As his hips begin to slow down, he begins to pepper kisses all over your face, his soft lips wiping away the tears on your wet cheeks. He pulls his flaccid dick from your pussy, and you flinch when you feel the heat seeping down your thighs. Rolling onto his side, he cradles you in his arms and cups your face with his palm, caressing your cheek with his thumb.
“That was quite the show you put on for us, guys.” Issei’s deep voice pulls you away from your post-orgasm bliss, summoning you back to reality.
“Sorry,” Satori puffs out, chest still heaving as he tries to catch his breath. “We got carried away and kinda forgot you were all still in here.”
The ex-middle blocker throws his head back and a chuckle erupts from deep in his chest. “It’s fine. Like I said, we all knew that we were warm-ups for the main event.” He gestures to the other men sitting around the bed, calling them over to follow him. “Let’s give these two lovebirds some privacy.”
Issei turns his attention to you once more. “And happy birthday, gorgeous.” He winks as he opens the door for the rest of his friends.
As the men file out, you hear Atsumu’s hushed whisper of “Do you think that Satori would give me a copy of that polaroid photo he took?,” to which Hajime promptly responds with a slap to the back of the setter’s head.
“You’re really pushing boundaries, Miya,” is the last thing that you hear before the wooden door slams shut, leaving you and Satori to bask in the newfound comfort of silence.
“Satori,” you sigh as you bury your face into his neck. “Can we go shower? I’m all dirty.”
“We will, my love,” he assures you, gently patting the back of your head. “Let’s just savor this moment for a little bit longer.”
You hum as you nod your head, caving into your husband’s wish. You scoot yourself closer to him, shuffling around to find the most comfortable position, when a startled gasp interrupts your much needed rest.
“Oh! I almost forgot to give you this! Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
Satori sits up right on the bed and reaches into your nightstand, pulling out a custom box with all your favorite chocolates from his shop, baby pink roses that are in full bloom, and a red slip of paper that reads in bold, black ink: USE ME TO CLAIM A FREE MASSAGE FROM SATORI AND HIS MAGICAL HANDS. REPEAT USES AUTHORIZED. VALID UNTIL: FOREVER.
You chuckle when you see his gift, and you press a soft kiss to his cheek to show your appreciation. “How did you even know that this is exactly what I wanted?” You ask in between giggles.
His smile settles deeper into his cheeks, and interlacing his fingers with yours, he murmurs, “What can I say? I guess I just know my darling angel so well.”
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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+
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"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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heich0e · 2 years
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thinking about a royalty au where knight!tendou finds you trying to teach yourself how to dance in an empty ballroom in the middle of the night. a rumpled overskirt pulled on atop your nightdress to replicate the ballgown you'll be wearing in a fortnight's time--when the room will be filled with nobility and foreign royals who've answered your father's invitation.
he watches in silence as you try to lead yourself through the steps clumsily, humming something he's sure you think is the waltzes tune--the sweet sound echoing into the painfully still hall where you believe yourself to be without company. he doesn't mind that the tempo is off and the notes are wrong.
"you'll step on your partner's toes if you do it like that," he finally calls out into the quiet, and you nearly keel over from the fright--gripping your skirt in both hands and lifting its hem to your ankle like you're preparing to flee.
but you can't. not with the way he's leaning against the ballroom's towering double doors as he watches you, shrouded in shadow, blocking your only way out.
"what are you doing here?" you ask, breathless though you cannot blame it on the dancing.
tendou pushes himself off the wall and slowly makes his way across the room to you.
"shouldn't I be asking you that question, your highness? last i checked i'm not the one under any sort of curfew."
your nose scrunches up as he stalks closer, your mortification at being caught slowly staining around the edges with annoyance that it was him of all people.
"i'm surprised commander ushijima doesn't keep you on curfew. he's such a stickler for the rules," you mumble the words through a pout. tendou resists the urge to pinch the soft swell of your cheek as it puffs out indignantly.
"wakatoshi's only concerned with your safety, he acts in the same interest as the king."
your eyes flutter up in the wake of the young knight's words; too subtle to be an outright roll but evidence enough of your displeasure.
"my father's only interest is power," you say flatly, the words bitter even as they fall from lips so sweet.
tendou quirks a crimson brow, towering over you now as you fiddle with the creased material of your skirt. you'd obviously put it on yourself without the help of your lady's maid, a clandestine mission that no one was meant to know about, because he spots immediately how the waistline is crooked and part of your nightgown is puckering out at the small of your back like a duckling's tail.
"a legacy is power," he quips, his fingers twitching at his side near the hilt of his sword as he resists the urge to slip them under the waist of your skirt and tuck the errant puff of cotton into place at the base of your spine. "and as the only heir you are his legacy."
you huff--not as though you don't believe him, but that you're unhappy with the validity of his remark.
"so," tendou drags out the word, peering around the empty ballroom--lit by two small oil lamps you've set on either side of the floor a few paces apart. "what are you doing out of your chambers so late?"
he's fully aware of what you had been doing, you know it as well as he does, but he goads you into admitting it aloud.
"going to bed," you say stiffly, moving to step past him towards the doors.
he catches you by the crook of your elbow, and your eyes snap up to his. you meet his gaze with wide eyes, and then your look softens, lashes fluttering as your line of sight drops to where his fingers are lightly holding your sleeve.
"you never learned how to dance," tendou says gently, not asks, because he already knows the answer. his tone is no longer teasing.
your eyes flicker up to him shyly, and you shake your head no.
"evidently raising me with the skills befitting of a proper lady was not one of my father's interests," you admit quietly in reply.
the king had raised you--though the word seems unjustified given his indifference--alone, following the untimely death of your mother in your infancy. but your childhood memories are of governesses and the royal household's various other staff. of stablehands and scullery maids. of young knights training to one day join the royal guard.
"well," satori says, lifting his hand in offering.
you blink at him.
"are you looking to learn or not?" he asks, his hand still poised midair for you to accept.
"you don't know how to dance," you murmur, your brow pinching in the middle as you eye his outstretched hand skeptically.
"i can assure you i do," he laughs, and the sound bounces around the empty ballroom--getting lost in the far corners where the lamplight does not reach.
you cross your arms over your chest, turning up your nose.
"when did you learn something like that?"
he leans down towards you, bending at the waist to bring himself closer to your height. "i am the son of a nobleman, though you seem so intent to forget it."
you blink at him, flustered by his sudden nearness.
"well, if you're sure you don't need a lesson--" tendou withdraws, returning to his normal height and letting his hand drop.
you catch it before it can fall.
both of your eyes are fixed to the way you clutch his hand in yours--the warmth of your fingertips seeping through the thin material of his uniform gloves.
"please."
tendou's unfocused eyes flicker up to your face, where he sees you looking at him with an unexpected earnestness.
"please teach me."
and he does.
he starts off slow, teaching you the simplest of steps to the (proper) tempo. he hums a pared down tune to keep your movements in time, and you fall into step with him quickly and gracefully--though in truth, he expected no less.
he gets quickly swept up in the pleasure of leading you. of clasping your hand in his own. of resting his other hand upon your waist and feeling where your body dips and curves beneath his palm.
he's spinning you around the room before he can stop himself.
the two of you twirl until you're dizzy, and you're laughing at the top of your lungs as you try to hiccup out a slurred admonishment. you couldn't tell him to stop even if you wanted to through the laughter slipping from your lips.
but you don't want to. not even a little bit.
when finally you've lost any sense of up or down, of your lefts and rights, tendou stops the momentum of your turn with a tug--bringing your swaying body flush to his chest.
your head swims, your lungs ache. you fight to regain your bearings with your fingers twisted into the front of his jacket. the deep plum colour of his uniform looks more violet in the low light of the midnight ballroom. the starched material more yielding under your fingertips than you expect.
his cheeks are flushed. your touch is burning.
you look up at him with a softness in your eyes so devastating it almost brings him to his knees.
"satori," you whisper his name.
a plea.
your grip on his jacket tightens.
he smiles, but it's nothing like the carefree one that had stretched across his face while he'd been leading you in your dance. there's something melancholy even in the upward quirk of his lips.
he steps away.
"you're a natural, your highness," tendou says softly, and the words ache--pricking like thorns under his ribcage that accompany the bloom of his heart.
"tori," you murmur again, more desperately this time, reaching for him blindly.
he takes another step back, just beyond your grasp.
"i don't think i ever properly congratulated you, you know." he swallows over the taste of bile creeping up his throat.
your eyes beg him not to say any more. your hands are still half-outstretched, reaching for him.
"so congratulations,"--tendou's eyes are burning, an unpleasant heat along his waterline that threatens to rob him of his sight entirely--"i'm sure your betrothed will be pleased once the two of you are introduced at the engagement ball."
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doingitforbokuto · 1 year
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Tendou who just loves to eat you out. Tendou who loves to tongue fuck you. Tendou who loves to see how many times he can make you cum with just his tongue and his fingers. Tendou who gets off on seeing your reactions. Who sneaks a hand down to his cock when you start to whine and babble mindlessly. Who keeps moving his tongue even through his own orgasm, moaning into your cunt as he does.
As much as he loves seeing you be so fucked out that you cannot even form complete sentences, he also loves to hear you praise him. And he loves praising you back. Loves telling you how good you look. How good you feel. How good you taste. Has an absolute foul mouth. Rambling on and on about how he could fuck you for days and never get tired. Never get tired of your cute little whines, the way your cunt wraps around his cock. If you let him, he would love to audio record your sweet sounds, mixed with the lewd noise of him lapping at your folds. To him, that is better than any porn or sex tape.
Being in bed with Tendou means you can expect a lewd mixture of praise and sweet, innocent bullying. He likes being just a little bit mean. Casually mentioning how much of a slut your being immediately followed by him telling you how much he adores you like that. Pinching your little bud for second right before placing a gentle kiss on it. Pinching your nipples so hard it hurts just the right amount, leaving all of your most sensitive spots red and puffy, a testament to the gentle abuse he put them through. Tendou loves to experiment in bed, loves to push your buttons and have his own buttons pushed back. Sex with Tendou is rough, sweet, intense and never, ever boring.
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win-writes · 2 years
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♡₊˚.彡 ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴀɴᴋ
『✎⋯ shiratorizawa boys 』
『♡ ⋯ gender netural reader 』
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kitasgloves · 1 month
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"Follow You"
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— ♬ "So you can drag me through hell. If it meant I could hold your hand"
— ♬ Tendou x Reader, timeskip, SFW, gen reader, established relationship, brief mentions of stalking, no beta
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The afternoon was cloudy with the pavement still freshly soaked from rainfall. Tendou Satori knew he shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be walking down this path, he shouldn't be wasting his time like this, and most of all he shouldn't be following you. Well, he was technically stalking you but he doesn't want to be honest with himself. In his defense, this only happened today and he doesn't intend any harm. He could explain that he's only keeping an eye on you, making sure you're safe. He could argue that he has the right to do this because you were his. But his eyes linger on you for more than that reason alone.
His head was haunting him and his heart felt like a ghost. He needs to feel something 'cause he's still so far from home. Tendou hopes you'll cross your heart and hope to die, promise him you'll never leave his side. When you meet each other for lunch the following day, Tendou doesn't mention how he followed you home yesterday. He didn't intend on repeating it so he thinks it's unnecessary to bring it up.
"And then she said..."
You were talking miles per minute and Tendou just listened to you with a loving look in his eye. He could listen to you blabber about the most absurdest things and he'll be beyond contented. Tendou adored everything you did beyond what a normal person would consider. You could consider him obsessed and he won't shy away from that fact. Tendou knows the things that made you smile down to all of the things that make you tick. He knows what makes you laugh and what makes you crinkle your nose in disgust. He knows the flavors you hate and the food you love. He even knows the toothpaste you use. He knows everything that you're willing to put out there.
Tendou found it wild to imagine that he managed to find someone who loves him for how he is, it would be foolish to let you slip away. Evers since he asked you to go to prom with him back in high school, you stuck with him. You stayed with him even after college. You stayed with him despite his flaws. You took him into your arms with no room for hesitation, even if people told you how weird he was, and even if the world showed you how he's not good for you. Show him what he can't see when the spark in your eyes is gone. You got him on his knees he's your one-man cult. Tendou crosses his heart and hopes to die, promise you that he'll never leave your side. 
The redhead has always made it his mission to express his love for you in various ways. Making you chocolates, lending you his hoodie, dancing with you in the kitchen, and singing you to sleep. Tendou made sure to reassure you that there was nobody else that made his heart beat so hard that it would break out of his ribcage. He looks at you with a tender stare and a gleam in his eye, 'cause he's telling you you're all he needs. He promises you you're all he sees. He'll never leave.
"Are you sniffing my shirt?"
You enter the room with an amused smirk. Tendou pauses brings your shirt down from his nose and cracks a smile at you through the doorway.
"And what if I am? What are you gonna do?"
"I dunno, punish you?"
"Don't you think I'm already punished enough with you snoring like an elephant?"
"Hey! I don't snore!"
You pout as you throw a pillow at him that you grabbed from the bed. Tendou cackles and discards your shirt on the floor to sprint at you at full speed, you squealed as he scooped you in his arms and attacked you with pecks and kisses. You burst into a fit of giggles even if he went in to bite your right cheek. The two of you decided to spend the afternoon in bed watching a movie and cuddling under the sheets. The film was one of those typical zombie apocalypse ones.
"Satori, would you love me even if I get turned into a zombie?"
"Yeah, I'll even let you bite me"
"Well, that's stupid"
"Huh? Do you want me to keep you around my house and feed you dead humans until I die?"
"Babe, what the hell?"
You laugh at him and he joins. Tendou thinks back at the conversation at the end of the movie, everything he said was serious but he had a feeling you knew that already. He wasn't even trying to hide how he adores you uncontrollably. And he likes it when you say nothing about it and just let him do his thing. Come and sink to him and let him breathe you in. He'll be your gravity, you'll be his oxygen. So dig two graves 'cause when you die, he swears he'll be leaving by your side.
"Happy anniversary, Satori!"
Tendou gasps when you hand him homemade chocolates that you managed to hide from him. He grins from ear to ear and goes to kiss you on the lips before pulling you into a bone-crushing embrace. He opens the box and sniffs the saccharine scent of the chocolates, he pops one in his mouth and all the flavors melt on his palate.
"Baby, this is delicious! Dare I say better than mine"
"Oh my god, really?"
"Uh-huh. Dang, I better watch out or my business is gonna die because of these chocolates"
He jests and you slap his arm with a chuckle. Tendou fetches his anniversary gift for you and hands it to you wrapped in red like his hair with a white bow. You tear off the wrapper to see an expensive black jewelry box and your breath hitches. Tendou bites his lip, a smile already erupting on his face as he watches you eagerly open the box.
"Satori, you didn't..."
"Oh yes I did, my darling"
"This...oh my god, thank you!"
You pounce at him and he laughs. You gave him a few aggressive kisses on his face before staring back at the gift he gave you. It was the necklace you've always wanted since you graduated from college, you remember how you would sigh and complain to Tendou about how your life would be better if you got that necklace. You were beyond astonished that your boyfriend went out of his way to give it to you. Tears well up in your eyes.
"Now now, no need to cry, my dear! Let me help you put the necklace on!"
Tendou carefully takes the necklace and drapes it around your neck, he secures it and then kisses your left temple. You rushed to the mirror to see the necklace glimmer around your neck and swoon at your boyfriend giving you one of his loving looks. You trudge over to him and wrap your arms around his neck as he grabs your waist.
"Thank you, darling"
"Anything for you, [Name]"
You lean towards him to pull him into a quick but passionate kiss. Tendou couldn't possibly be happier. You remain to hold onto him as he sighs softly under your gaze.
"I can't believe I managed to bag someone like you, Satori"
"I should be saying that"
"You'll do anything for me, huh?"
"You can drag me through hell if it meant I can hold your hand"
Tendou says. He will follow you 'cause he's under your spell, and you can throw him to the flames. He will follow you follow you. And from that familiar knowing look in your eye, Tendou knows that you know he will definitely, inevitably follow you.
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"You. Me. Movies this weekend?"
"Pass." You brush pencil shavings off your paper.
"Hey there, how about we go for some dinner when I get out of practice tonight?"
You slam your locker. "How about not."
"E-excuse me, w-would you like to go to the n-new cafe that just o-opened across from campus?"
"No, thank you." You don't look up as you turn the page but the timid boy stays where he is. After a long minute you flick your eyes up. "Is there more?"
"N-no, w-well, y-yes I guess." He tugs on his uniform. "It's just...why d-do you always say no to everyone? A-are you already seeing someone?"
You close the book on your hands with a derisive snap and stand up. "I say no because it's my answer and if I had a reason beyond that it wouldn't be your business." He starts to open his mouth but you hold up a finger. "I've been respectful because I can tell how difficult this is for you and I don't want to crush your spirit but piss me off and you'll never confess to anyone ever again."
He scurries away.
"So how many confessions has the crown jewel of Shiratorizawa received today?" Tendou leans into your line of sight as you're walking back to your dorm.
You cock an eyebrow and take your headphones out. "I don't know; just ask Ushijima himself." You smirk "or did you finally give Semi-Semi a new nickname?"
Tendou smiles slyly. "You know none of them could compare to you." He falls into step with you, waiting for your answer to his original question.
"None," you sigh, "I was asked out on a date three times though."
Tendou snickers "and has anyone made the cut yet?" He starts to dramatically flourish his hands, lifting his voice. "Has anyone been given the prestigious honor of time alone with the most beautiful, smartest person to ever grace these hallowed halls?!"
Your steps slow.
Tendou walks a pace or two then leans back to look at you upside down.
"Stop, Tendou."
He frowns, righting himself. "Huh? Stop what?"
You're doing your best not to clench your fists and keep your voice even. "Stop making fun of me."
"Hm?" He quirks his brow, gaping. "When did I make fun of you?!"
"Calling me the 'crown jewel' of Shiratorizawa or the 'most beautiful' and all the other things you say every day! It's hurtful!"
"Hurtful? Well, they're true but I'm not trying to be mean."
"Then what are you trying to do Tendou?!" You don't want to raise your voice at one of the few people you're happy to see everyday but you have to know. "Because I can't handle anymore mixed messages!"
"Mixed messages?" He pouts, brow still quirked.
"Yes! You give me all these compliments every day and then you never do anything about it so you're either teasing me or you're--"
Soft
Tendou's lips are soft as they press against yours and his long fingers are calloused but warm as they cup your jaw.
You're stunned for a second until your eyes flutter closed and you shape your lips against his. Your hands grab his team jacket, yanking him closer and his hands wrap around you.
There's an awkward cough not too far down the path and you break the kiss, blushing heavily.
Tendou's smirk is all you can see. "Is the message still mixed?"
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