#tendou satori x reader smut

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Pairing: Tendou x Reader

Series Summary: A haunting was not included in the lease agreement.

Chapter Title: Cohabitation

Chapter Summary: You begin to come to terms with having a local haunt living in your apartment and disrupting your antique store dream, developing an unlikely and, albeit, odd friendship. Still, it’s just platonic... right? 

“If you look at him close enough, you’ll notice that you can almost see through him. It’s like Tendou is made of thick, richly dyed, stained glass. He warps the space around him in a way that is barely noticeable, the back wall visible and distorted behind his chest and head. You’d never noticed it before, that glass-like quality that Tendou has. It makes him look fragile and somewhat impermanent. His distance from you, you feel, measures leagues further when you see him in this light. He frays at the edges, like he’s fading in and out of the space, and light never seems to hit him directly. “

Chapter Content Warnings: afab reader, gn pronouns, implications of creepy behavior, slightly creepy behavior (he’s just a lonely guy), wet dreams / suggestive dreams, implied somnophilia (but not actually, they’re just dreams), fingering, lost orgasm, teasing, edging, sexual tension (<3), nothing is unwanted, aspiring monsterfucker

Word Count: 8k

A/N: waaahhh part 2 already!!!!!!!!! i considered pushing the release for this back a little bit since my life has been kinda shit shit garbage as of late (rly just the past few days but i have truly aged a millennia), but i ultimately decided not to because it is already finished. i got kinda funny? with this? the mystery of tendou just keeps raveling itself tighter and yk what? it’s REALLY NOT ON PURPOSE! alright, anyway, i hope you enjoy this second chapter!! happy kinktober <3

The shop has fallen completely silent. That silver clock, which normally brings a comfortable, metronome-like sound to the space, has gone quiet. You’re left with the sound of cars passing outside, bustling through the street completely unaware of what is happening behind the yellow-stone facade of this Parisian street corner. Though you can’t help but think that this shop swallows everything else. When you’re here, there is only the store. There is only the spiced smell of chocolate, only the antiques on your shelves. Everyone else, simply wanders in by chance. The outside world stays just that, outside.

Your fingers tremble around the little glass elephant and you swear that if you were to grip it any harder, it would shatter in your hand. You can feel the sensation of eyes on you and a familiar panic rises to your throat as you hold the object in your hand.

You’re still facing the shelf you checked behind, staring with wide eyes where the cherry wood meets the wall, too afraid to turn around and look to see if your house guest is present. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest and you wonder briefly if the clock has actually stopped or if you just can’t hear it over the sound of blood rushing in your skull. Your face is warm and your fingers are cold, clutching that little ceramic object as if it were a protective talisman.

“Guess I forgot that again, huh?” A voice comes from behind you, somewhat disembodied, as if it were coming faintly from the walls itself. You wonder why you’d never noticed that before. It sounds like it’s hollow.

You turn around, still crouched, now holding the object to your chest. Tendou is behind you a little ways away, standing behind one of the sitting chairs on the other side of the room. He’s not really near you, but he startles you nonetheless and you find your expression twisting downward against your will.

“Did you?” You squeak, voice barely above a whisper. Tendou raises his eyebrows a little, like he hadn’t expected a response before a small grin slides across his face.

What are you supposed to say in this situation? How are you supposed to approach whatever is currently happening?

Tendou watches you for a moment, his indiscriminate gaze moving between your face and the elephant wrapped in your fingers. Then, his shoulders deflate a little and he gives a defeated smile towards the ground. You watch as he chuckles to himself a little, like something is funny, before he looks up and gives you a bit of a smile through his lashes.

“Figured it out?” You look at the way his eyes curve back into his skull, tilting your head a little as you stand up.

You just stare at him, eyes wide. You can’t figure out what else to say. Your mouth won’t open around the syllables. Tendou spares you from commenting.

“Look, I didn’t mean to disturb you or freak you out. I’m just kind of… here. Don’t know how. Figured I wouldn’t fight it.”

You raise your eyebrows, moving your hands into a shrug before disbelief takes over you entirely.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

Tendou shakes his head a little, like he’s shocked to hear you raise your voice, before returning your expression. He cranes his neck forward a little, deepening his perpetual slouch and then motions to himself and around him.

“Exactly what it sounds like?”

“You’re just… here…? Sat- Tendou, that’s fucking weird.” You clutch the trinket, nerves beginning to calm as you try to wrap your mind around the situation. “That is so fucking weird. This is so fucking weird.”

“It’s not my fault,” he shrugs cooly, raising his shoulders and his palms upwards towards the orange wood ceiling.

“Not your-” you whip your head around to look at him, “Not your fault?”

“Well… no?” He smirks a little. “You think I want to be here?”

Then, you begin to laugh. It’s dry, coming from the back of your throat and your head rather than your stomach. You feel the way it forces your tongue to go rigid and you lean back on your foot as it comes, leaning into whatever absurd feeling swells in your stomach.

Tendou says your name and steps forward, eyebrows pulled together and upwards. “Are you o-”

“Don’t come near me?! What’s wrong with you?!” You hold the trinket out toward him like it’s a sword, not quite angry but moreso in disbelief that he would think to take a step towards you. “I am so fuckin’ scared right now. Do not come near me.”

“Woah, jeez… fine.” He tucks his hands into his pockets, shifting his weight back.

You almost feel a little bad for being mean to him, sidestepping until you reach the chair in front of you before sitting down in it. Your eyes remain fixed on Tendou, watching in case he decides to lunge at you in an early 2000s… ghost-caught-on-camera… youtube video-esque fashion. He doesn’t move though, instead just sort of hovering on the opposite end of the room, peering at the books and occasionally looking over at you.

You lean your head up towards the ceiling, thinking to yourself that if he’s going to get up in your face, he might as well do it now. The ceiling is dark, barely illuminated by two light fixtures that you think are done in the art deco fashion. It’s weird that those are in Paris, but you don’t think too much about it, staring at their orange-yellow glow until your eyes hurt.

After a moment of silence, Tendou speaks up.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, y-”

“Don’t talk,” you interrupt. “Just… don’t say anything right now.”

You can practically picture the way Tendou purses his lips, hearing him kiss his teeth.

Think logically. Think logically about this. Wait no- why the fuck are you even hearing him out? You should be heading to the store to go buy sage and salt and maybe call a priest while you’re at it. You should be trying to think of every humanly possible way to get him out of your apartment and your shop. Instead, you’re staring at the ceiling while he stands on the other side of the room, arms thrown over either side, with a ceramic elephant clutched in one hand.

“So you’re…” you swallow the words, groaning. It is borderline embarrassing to say this out loud, cliche even. “You’re like… dead?”

“Like dead? I am dead.” You can hear his grin.

“Ha ha… what the fuck.”

While you sit, you notice that the downstairs ceiling is the stark opposite of the one upstairs. While the upstairs is equipped with a white-painted ceiling, this one is the same orange wood as the floors. You tilt your head a little, falling quiet while you think about it. Thinking about the ceiling is easier than thinking about… this.

“Why couldn’t you just…” you sigh, cheeks heating when you remember the fact that you liked him. That you flirted with him.

“Just what?”

You sit up in the chair, narrowing your eyes as you take in his stance. Tendou’s got his hands in his pockets still and he leans his weight forward like he’s eager to hear what you have to say.

“Nevermind,” you groan.

“No, what? Tell me,” he insists.

You open one eye to peer at him before running a hand down your face, letting a loud groan string from your lips.

“Why couldn’t you just like.. be normal? Why did you have to like… you know…?”

Tendou’s lips curl up in the corners, exposing his even row of front teeth. They’re straight and white, stark against the somewhat swallow complexion of his skin, and his front teeth are a little longer than his others. He tilts his head, looking up at you through his lashes despite his enormous height.

“Why did I have to… what?” He asks, clearly teasing.

You stare at him for a second before you feel heat rush to your cheeks. It’s like all of the blood in your body rushes to your head and lower stomach, unable to push the words past your lips. Why did you have to flirt with me? That’s what you want to ask. He doesn’t seem like the type to trivialize that, nor does he seem like the type to toy with girls. You think that while Tendou might enjoy a good game, he’s not an all-around bad guy… or ghost.

You swipe your tongue across your teeth before you cross your arms over your chest, feeling the weight of his sly grin and gaze, before standing up abruptly.

“I’m going upstairs,” you state, turning towards the dark stairwell to your right.

When you reach the entrance to it, that familiar fear creeps back in. It had subsided due to the absurdity and (honestly) rather disappointing lack of anything besides a conversation happening. You turn, somewhat sheepishly, over your shoulder.

“You can come up but don’t uhm… don’t follow behind me on the stairs,” you say, relenting a little bit with your snarky attitude. “I’m still uhm, I’m still scared.”

Tendou’s smile softens a little and he tilts his head to the side, nodding once and speaking a quiet okay. You watch for a second, cautious to turn your back on him, beginning up the stairs while still trying to keep him in your line of vision.

It’s difficult to describe the particular type of fear you feel once he disappears from sight. You don’t feel threatened but you do feel like you’re 14 again, fighting the urge to sprint up the basement stairs from some unearthly ghoul intent on following you.

You walk into the apartment upstairs, half expecting him to already be there. You’re shocked to find that he’s not and that sunlight pours into the room from the window to the left. You had expected your apartment to darken considerably after this discovery but instead, it still retains a somewhat airy feeling, well-lit and breathable.

You move across the room before sitting cautiously on the couch facing the front door. It feels odd for a moment as you try to get comfortable, trying to somehow will your nerves into submission as if they respond to your every command.

“Okay!” You call, voice shaking a little. “You can come up now!”

Tendou doesn’t make a sound when he rounds the corner and enters your apartment. His footsteps are silent, save for the occasional ghostly groan of the floorboards, and he lumbers lightly from side to side as if he were a little bit off of his axis. When he meets your eyes, he smiles a little and carefully moves to the center of the room where he sits on the floor a good ways away from you.

He keeps his fingers folded in his lap, pointers hooked around each other. Tendou’s shoulders are slouched, his neck craned slightly so that he can look at you. He shifts a little on his hips and the floor gives an eerie, ghostly creek not unlike the ones you’ve been hearing for quite some time. You take a breath in.

“Can I talk now?” He asks first, corners curling into a smile.

You nod, swallowing thick. Part of you wants to say something, but you’re not sure what there is to say. You figure that if anyone has had time to think about what would be said, it’s Tendou.

“I’m sorry… for not keeping my distance,” he starts, hands wrapping around his ankles. “Up until recently, no one’s ever spoken directly to me. Well, not since I died.”

You furrow your brows, listening. You’re the first person to see him? That doesn’t make much sense and your expression gives away your doubt, nose scrunching and brows pulling together.

“I know that sounds like a load of bullcrap but I’m being serious. When you first came down that day and spoke to me… I had no idea you could actually see me. Most people just walk right through me. Shit’s weird.” He rolls his shoulders back like thinking about the amount of times it’s happened makes his skin crawl. Then, he smiles a little. “I was surprised. No one could see me and then suddenly, you’re looking right at me.” He rolls his head to the side a little, a charming smile overtaking his features. “I panicked.”

You nod a little, trying to wrap your head around the conversation you’re having.

“Then why did you keep coming back?” You question.

Tendou laughs a little. “It’s not like I can leave.” He glances at the floor beneath him, finger tracing where two boards meet. “I think I’m stuck here. Not that it’s a bad thing. If I try to walk out of the door, I just end up back in the shop.”

“So… when I can’t see you you’re just…” you trail off, unsure of how to pose the question. So when I can’t see you, you’re just… around? Watching?

“Not quite,” he inhales, or, he goes through the motion of inhaling, “sometimes it’s like I’m dreaming. Everything gets hazy and I just kind of go through the motions that I think I used to do. Sometimes it’s like I’m invisible and separated from everything by a thin layer of plastic. And other times, it’s like I don’t exist. I’m somewhere and then I’m nowhere and then I’m somewhere again sometime later.”

Tendou laughs off the statement, seemingly reluctant to get into the specifics of his current existence between life and death. You don’t blame him. You imagine that it must be quite jarring to exist that way, not quite here but not quite there.

“Are you still scared?” He asks, tilting his head up.

“Yeah,” you answer honestly, laughing a little.

It’s true. You are still afraid. Who wouldn’t be? But with each passing moment, you feel those fight or flight hormones recede, leaving you in the shaky aftermath. After all, he looks harmless.

Tendou spends the next hour talking to you. He tells you about what he knows and what he doesn’t. You find that Tendou is less giving with details than you would imagine, occasionally adopting a somewhat forlorn expression as he avoids certain topics. You don’t pry, content to just listen to what he has to say.

You watch him while he talks, listening as he recounts that he used to be a chocolatier, that he doesn’t know when exactly he died or how long he’s been dead. He tells you that one day he was alive and the next, he wasn’t. Tendou laughs when he recounts the day he first realized it. He had gone to sleep one night in his bed and woken up in the middle of the living room, surrounded by unfamiliar furniture. When he went downstairs, he found that the shop (which once served as his chocolate store), had been transformed into a kitchen goods store. Satori closes his eyes when he tells you about how many times he’d tried to leave the building, smiling through it all.

You think that he must be putting on a brave face, but he doesn’t seem upset about it. He laughs like it’s an old memory and you find his acceptance at death to be a little comforting, if not sad.

Tendou talks with his body. He moves his fingers and his facial expressions punctuate his sentences better than his tone. You find yourself looking at his skin. It has a swallow quality to it, like it is somehow deprived of the air around him. You’d never noticed it before, save for the occasions in which you feel like you’re wrapped in blue cellophane when you’re around him.

You watch the way his mouth forms around syllables, heavy in his mouth and rolling off of his tongue in an easy and rounded way. His lips are a pale pink, tinted a soft blue like he’s cold and his cheeks are somewhat sunken, though you wouldn’t consider that concerning. You can see where deep undereye bags rest in a purple-gray hue below his eyes. You think they make the auburn of his irises pop, somehow contributing to his overall sleepy look.

If you look at him close enough, you’ll notice that you can almost see through him. It’s like Tendou is made of thick, richly dyed, stained glass. He warps the space around him in a way that is barely noticeable, the back wall visible and distorted behind his chest and head. You’d never noticed it before, that glass-like quality that Tendou has. It makes him look fragile and somewhat impermanent. His distance from you, you feel, measures leagues further when you see him in this light. He frays at the edges, like he’s fading in and out of the space, and light never seems to hit him directly.

As you talk, you find that Satori is a lot like you. He doesn’t know much, instead rolling with the punches (of which, you happen to be one) and taking things day by day. He doesn’t overthink his existence too much, nor does he dwell on what can’t be changed. You admire that about him, finding yourself relating to him more and more.

There’s a moment during your conversation in which you realize that your fear has subsided, replaced by an indescribable sense of relief. It’s not overwhelming, nor is it particularly weak. You’re simply aware of it. You fight the heat rising to your cheeks when you realize that it’s because you’d been hoping for the irrational solution rather than the likely one. To break the tension and this growing sense of excitement within you, you speak. Tendou falls silent quickly after, content to let you talk if it makes you feel better.

“So you’re stuck here?”

Tendou nods.

“Should I call a priest?”

He laughs, pulling his knees to his chest and resting his cheek on top of them. Tendou watches you through low-lidded eyes and his smile, coy and knowing, makes them pinch in the corners.

“Hmm, I dunno about that,” Tendou smiles. “I’m not quite ready to find out what comes next. Besides, this was my home first.”

That sentence shocks you a little. This was his home first. You let it sink in a little bit, allowing the words to imprint themselves on your psyche. You consider them and what it must be like to feel like an intruder in a place you consider home. Tendou watches as you do, peering up at you like he’s reading your thoughts.

After a moment of silence, you heave a sigh.

“Alright. You can stay,” you stand from the couch, slapping your thighs with your open palms before pointing down at him on the floor. “But don’t be fuckin’ weird.”

“Haha, so considerate.” Tendou laughs. You find it to be considerably warmer than that of a ghost.

—

Tendou is a respectful houseguest, you think. He’s not always around, sometimes disappearing for days or weeks at a time, but the apartment and shop still maintain an eerie feel to them. You notice that syrupy feeling Tendou brings with him more often now. It coats your hallways and floors, leaving you slow and sleepy in the early mornings and late evenings when the sun casts bright orange shadows across your room.

You thought you’d be uncomfortable with the prospect of a haunting. You always imagined that if it were you, you’d react the way any sane person would and call a priest. Instead, you’ve gotten to the root of your “problem” and find that you’re quite comfortable with the result, if not excited. You’ve grown rather comfortable with your silver clock being silent most of the time, the second hand pausing in it’s ever-constant turn.

Still, there is an underlying layer of fear and intrusion. You think it’s attributed to being watched, to having a near-constant voyeur of your everyday activities. If you think too hard about your new roommate, the hair on the back of your neck stands, making the back of your neck hum with nerves.

What makes it worse is that the dreams continue. You dream about him almost constantly. In your mind, he approaches your bed with an even step, hands at his sides until they reach out to touch you. His skin, ghostly pale and glowing in the dark of the room, glides up your stomach and chest, hands splayed over your waist as he grips it.

They always feel like velvet, like a cross-section between sleep and waking hours. You feel the way his hands move up your abdomen, clutching your breasts and pressing them to your chest with greedy hands. He rolls his fingers across the fat there, dragging them down your belly and letting the skin catch and move with him until it bounces back up into place when he loses his grip.

In these dreams, Tendou never speaks, which you think is unusual for him. He’s always silent, admiring your form with hungry eyes as he runs long, spindly fingers up and down your stomach, raising goosebumps across your arms, thighs, and chest. He soothes them quickly with his fingers, ghosting over the raised skin with a featherlight touch until he comes to the place that you need him most, called by your desire and the knot winding in your stomach.

When you wake, you are always needy. You always find yourself glancing around, cheeks hot with embarrassment out of fear that he’s managed to materialize at the worst moment. Still, the only feeling that remains is that of someone just leaving the room. The shell of someone and the smell of warm, spiced chocolate wafting through the floorboards again.

It’s wrong, you think, to be so close to someone like Satori. You imagine that this friendship is taboo and somewhat strange, but you’re content to be called insane if it means you get to be around him.

Tendou is cheeky. Cheekier than you originally imagined him to be and still, despite the plane of existence gap, he flirts. Satori flirts with you like it’s a game, smiling with his upper teeth and a particularly mischievous glimmer in his eye. It’s like he knows what he’s doing, making calculated comments that he’s learned will get your heart racing.

It should be irritating. It should make your blood boil. Instead, you accept it with hot cheeks and a somewhat awkward reply. Flirting was easier when you thought he was human. It was easier to imagine it as harmless fun, toying with your perfect stranger whenever he visited. Now, it feels like it has a bit more weight behind it.

The tension is almost palpable. It sits on the back of your tongue when you speak to him sometimes, making your words sound clumsy and thick. You can almost taste it, that heavy-handed desire that swells within you like someone wading in water. It pulls and pushes in your gut, swirling until you think you might keel over and get sick.

Tendou however, is patient. He doesn’t pry, nor does he press you for an answer to his often teasing remarks. It seems that he’s somewhat hesitant too, though you can’t imagine that he has much to lose in his current predicament. What are you gonna do? Kill him?

If you could visualize your conversations with him, it would be like someone pausing to let you tie your shoe. He waits until you’ve thought of a response and backs off when you seem like you’re in over your head (which is, arguably, all the time). That’s not to say he doesn’t play with you like food though. Tendou seems like he wants to eat you up.

Still, despite the tension and the undeniable flirtatious undertones he takes with you, you gradually become somewhat close. You and your friendly neighborhood poltergeist… best friends forever. It’s like having a live-in, unpredictable, slightly irritating roommate. Sometimes, you almost forget that he’s not human. Other times, you’re painstakingly aware of it and swallow down desire like it is a medicine.

—

You sit on your bed with him, a few inches apart with one arm behind you and the other between you both. You watch the ceiling paint with him, eyes following the chipping paint in its nonsensical and frayed pattern. Secretly, you hope that you will get to see it curl further. You watch it praying that time will take its toll the moment you look at it.

Tendou is reclined beside you, his head level with yours and his legs bent half over the bed. His arms, long and lean, are tucked beneath his medium-length red hair and if you glance to the side, you’re able to see the upturned curve of his small, somewhat pointed nose.

Normally, you choose to stay away from sensitive topics. Despite your newfound closeness, you’re not so eager to get into conversations about life and death, though it seems that Satori would be willing to share. Today, however, you’re feeling undeniably curious, egged on by the warmth you’re imagining to emanate from him and the proximity of his body to yours.

“Do you miss anything?” You blurt out, silence scattering from the room and into the cracks in the crown molding.

Tendou glances sideways at you without turning his head. Instead, you turn to face him, curling onto one side with your legs bent at the knee.

“What do you mean?” He laughs a little and you watch the smile curl at the corner of his mouth, pulling out and then upwards to give you a flash of a sharp canine. He turns his focus back up to the ceiling.

“Like… being dead. Do you miss anything?” You clarify.

Tendou hums inquisitively. It comes from the back of his throat, from his belly where joy and fear and anger live. You listen, breathing quietly beside him.

It takes Tendou a moment to consider and while he does, you admire his side profile. His nose, his heavy creased eyes and the strong curve of them, the way his lips curl slightly in the corners. You note his thin upper lip as well as the full roundness of his bottom in comparison.

Your eyes find his cheeks, the even tone of pale skin there, dotted with freckles or scars— you don’t know which. His eyebags, which sit heavy beneath his lower lash line and the spot just above them where it’s puffy and protruding a little. All of his imperfections, you think, seem to make him prettier. They serve to give him a quality that only Tendou has.

After a moment (which feels far longer to you), Tendou turns his head towards you. He cranes his neck, the back of his head rolling along the forearm tucked behind it. It brings his face only a few inches from yours and, from where he’s laying, he has to look down a little to see you. Then, he gives you a knowing smile, glancing down at your mouth and the space just above your upper lip.

“Yeah… a few things,” he says, voice measured.

It has an upward lilt, clearly teasing and all-too-insinuating. You stare for a moment, enamored by the way he talks to you, by the way he looks, by the way heavy, meaning-laced syllables drip from his lips so easily. He feels so real to you. Tendou is so tangible when he’s this close to you, like physical proximity makes him more solid. It’s like you could just melt and become part of him, pulled by that syrupy gravitational pull. You want to taste it. Then, you’re brought back to your senses, head snapping to the side as you return your attention to the ceiling above you.

You fight the heat on your cheeks, inhaling and puffing out an exhale. Tendou looks at your profile for a moment before you hear him roll his head back so that he mirrors you.

“Like what?” You gather your courage, a bit alarmed at the way desire pools in your belly.

“My friends,” Tendou answers cooly.

You turn your head towards him again, catching the way his voice pulls down into a more melancholic place, and furrow your brows.

“Your friends?” If you’re honest, you’d never really considered it.

“Mhm. I had a lot of really great friends,” he says, smiling softly up at the ceiling. “I think that… if I were to miss anything… it would have to be them.”

“What were they like?”

Tendou laughs. “I can hardly remember now but I remember that they were good and that we got along. They accepted me, y’know?”

You nod, reminding yourself that Tendou was a person before he was a ghost. He had a life, he went to the movies, probably played a sport, and had regular visitors and people he talked on the phone with. What a weird thought.

“And sex,” he adds, his smile bleeding across his features. He doesn’t spare you a glance, instead, his expression reads that he’s so certain of the face you’re making that he doesn’t even have to look.

Your cheeks heat and you roll your eyes, sitting up and standing from the bed.

“Okay, Casper. That’s enough.”

“What?” He laughs, standing when you do and raising his hands defensively. “It’s true!”

You nod, fighting the urge to laugh as he tucks his hands in his pockets and looks down at you.

“Yeah okay, whatever. Go sit in the living room. I need to shower.”

“No invite?” He chides, raising one thin eyebrow.

“You don’t even pay rent,” you deadpan and Tendou nods lightly.

“That’s fair. Enjoy your shower.”

Then, he turns on his heel and walks out of your bedroom door. You close it behind him with a soft click, the door handle jiggling slightly as it slips into place.

You turn on the shower water before you let yourself start thinking. It hits the yellowed tiles in soft drops, pittering across it before it swirls down the drain and you watch it for a moment before disrobing and getting in.

It’s warm, falling across your shoulders and head as you tip your chin down and lean your hands against the shower wall.

You think about how close he was to you only a moment ago. You think about the desire that’s been pooling in your stomach since you first met him in the shop, hunched over his own figure as he commented on the niceness of your store. The curve of his cheek and lips haunts you the same way Tendou himself does.

You think about how he’d looked at you, the way his eyes slinked down to your lips, following the line and curve of them before moving back up to your eyes. It hits you that you want him. You want him more than you think you’ve wanted anyone before.

And sex.

You can hear the way he said those words clearly in your mind. It replays, his familiar and cat-like cadence on a loop in your mind. You can’t help but imagine his experience. Have his fingers been inside of someone else? They must have. He must have experience, with that much confidence. It sends you loopy, turns your blood to syrup and honeys your mind.

There’s an insatiable and unfullfillable curiosity when it comes to Tendou, coated in a rich and thick desire. That must be what the syrupy feel he brings with him is. It must be that you’re developing physical symptoms from him. He’s contagious. Maybe, sometime soon, you’ll look like stained glass too.

—

Do you want to fuck a ghost? You ask yourself this every morning when you wake up. Three weeks into your new arrangement and you spend your mornings fixing coffee while you grapple with the idea of wanting to fuck a ghost so desperately that it makes you a little crazy.

You think, most of the time, about your dreams. They’re so vivid, getting more vivid by the day. You wonder if they’re just fantasy or if something is lining up with your energies (which is something you, apparently, believe in now) that’s giving you such descriptive dreams. They’re so real that you can almost taste them. Well, you would be able to taste them if Satori did anything but feel you up in them.

He’s gotten close to kissing you a few times. Always hovering just above your face, you tilt your chin up in hopes to catch his mouth with yours. Just a small taste. That’s all you really need.

Instead of obliging, he just pulls away slightly, making you chase until you’re whining. When you wake, you’re always sticky. Your body is covered in sweat and between your thighs, you’ve made a mess of the underwear you wore to sleep. You stick to the fabric, inside of your thighs sticky with arousal, and it never fails to put you in a bad mood.

“Good morning,” Tendou chimes from around the living room corner. He’s made a habit of speaking before you see him, you think, to avoid startling you.

You shoot him a glare. It’s not really his fault that dream Tendou wouldn’t kiss you, but you think it’s his fault that you’re having the dreams in the first place.

Tendou’s eyes widen a little and he sits back in the chair. It doesn’t dent with the weight of him.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed…” he chides, giving you a small lopsided smile.

You grin sarcastically before moving to the kitchen, pulling down a mug from the cabinet and setting it on the counter with a thud. He watches from the couch, chuckling a little bit to himself.

“Awful chipper for a dead guy, aren’t you?”

“We make do with what we have,” he says matter of factly. You frown a bit at the wisdom in his voice. “You opening the shop today?”

“Yeah, I have to,” you state, rolling your shoulders back while you wait for your coffee to steep in the french press.

“Mm or… you could just hang out with me?” He comes up behind you, putting a hand on either side of you on the counter. You hadn’t heard him get up. “How’s that sound?”

You turn around, careful to not touch him. You worry that if you do, you’ll go right through him and it would shatter the flimsy illusion that he’s a living, breathing man.

“Fat chance. You might just” you wave your hand in the air, “disappear without warning. Besides, I need money.”

“Mmm?” he hums delightfully, voice picking up at the back as it rises in pitch.

Tendou peers down at you from where he stands, tilting his head to the side as the corners of his lips curl into a wry smile. He gives you enough space to breathe. There is enough room between the both of you that he’s not touching you, his body angled forward so that he encroaches on the edge of what you would consider to be your personal space bubble. Still, you can’t figure out if he’s too close or if he’s too far.

You duck beneath his arm, feeling the velvet touch of his skin as it slips past yours. You’re relieved that he didn’t vanish. That there is at least something slightly tangible to him. Still, touching him feels frustrating. You want to feel the push of pressure when you tap him. You want the give and take of physical objects interacting. It is increasingly frustrating that you can’t dig your fingers into his arms and feel blood pulsing beneath his skin. Instead, touching Tendou is like touching velvet with the tip of your finger. Slightly soft and almost unregisterable if you weren’t feeling for it.

Tendou’s gaze follows you as you move about the room, his eyes slinking across his waterline. You can feel the familiar prick of the hair at the back of your neck and you’re vaguely aware of the all-too-teasing smile that graces his dulled features.

“Maybe if you’re here when I eat lunch we can hang out,” you say, spinning around as if you were conceding something.

Tendou tilts his head to the side. “I’ll try to stick around, then.”

You watch him for a moment before grabbing your mug and heading to the front door of the apartment. It’s too early to open still but you need the breathing room. Satori wishes you a good day from within the apartment and you find that it sounds like the walls themselves have spoken to you. Your cheeks heat and you sip your coffee to pretend that it’s the reason why they do.

—

Celine comes in with the mail today, bouncing through the door.

It’s been a few weeks since you’d asked her about Tendou and in that time, she’s asked you every morning if you ever got to the bottom of things. You always wave her off, smiling at her while making a comment about how it must have been a joke because Tendou Satori hasn’t been around lately.

You suppose that it’s not entirely a lie. Tendou hasn’t been in the shop lately but he has been upstairs, lounging around the apartment you pay rent for like the ectoplasmic freeloader he is.

Celine waves a familiar envelope in front of you and sets it on the counter. You look down at it, recognizing it as the second rent check you’ve received from your landlord. It marks the beginning of your third month here and you pause thinking about how it’s felt like a lifetime.

“Not as exciting the second time around, is it?” She asks, french rolling off her tongue easily in a thick, honey-coated accent.

You laugh a little. “It’s certainly lost at least a bit of its charm.”

She smiles, leaning forward on the counter and resting her head on her outstretched arm. “That guy still bugging you?”

Bugging you? He’s plaguing you. He’s a disease.

“Nah,” you shake your head, “I told you before that he hasn’t come around.”

Celine furrows her eyebrows a bit. “Still, I think it’s weird.”

“Yeah well… he was a weird guy,” you respond.

You notice that it’s the first time you’ve referred to Satori in the past tense. Not someone who is, but someone that was. It’s an odd thought and you spend a lot of time thinking about it once Celine leaves, her mail bag bouncing with each step she takes.

You eye the silver clock on the mantle above the register. It needs to be shined soon, it’s silver becoming dull with the regular wear of oxygen on metal. The second hand ticks by slowly and you heave a sigh as you turn your attention back to the near-empty storefront.

Thinking about Tendou is like falling down a rabbit hole of uncertainties and by the time lunch hour rolls around, you’re almost eager to finally get upstairs and ask him. It’s not so much one solid question but more so a collection of them, all coming together to form this puddle of uncertainty at your feet. Who was be before? What was his favorite food? Did he have a favorite outfit? A well worn comfy sweatshirt? How did he take his coffee?

You walk to the front door, glancing out into the open street where people move along the sidewalks and cars whizz down the road, sliding the small key into the lock and turning it. You’d almost forgotten that there was an outside at all, only reminded of the world beyond the shop door when you step out to get groceries. The lock makes a pleasant clicking sound, thick and heavy, as it slides into the door frame and you tug on it three times after to make sure that it’s really locked.

When you get upstairs and push the door to the apartment open, you find that Tendou is nowhere to be found. You call out to him as if it could summon him, voice ringing through the apartment and bouncing off the walls, but to no avail. The sound hits them and ricochets right back at you, giving the space a hollow and empty feeling. Part of you thinks that he might be hiding, leaning into the somewhat playful aspect of his personality, but when you check the adjacent two rooms, you find nothing.

You eat your lunch alone. Well, not really. The eyes are always there, heavy creased and double lidded, but—for all intents and purposes—you are alone.

—

Fingers. That’s what you register when you first enter your dream. You feel them creeping down your waistband. As you blink in the syrupy feeling of dreams, you realize that you’re once again face-to-face with Tendou. You’re back in the same dream you always have, with his body positioned above you and his hands wandering aimlessly down the center of your stomach.

There’s no pressure. The feeling of being touched is almost imaginary, as is customary of dreams, and you squirm like it will give you a better feel of him. His fingers drag across the dips in your stomach, pads of them pressed firmly to the skin there. You can see the way it dips and bends around his digits, wells of flesh created by his wandering hands.

You’ve picked up in the middle of your usual dream this time, towards what would normally be the end. Around this point, your dream always comes to a frustrating climax in the form of waking up.

Satori toys with the waistband of your shorts, his finger slipping under and sliding side to side beneath the elastic material. You watch with an open mouth, beginning to pant as desire drips into your belly from Tendou above you. You study the boney curves of his hands. They’re fair and pale, almost glowing, with an even tone and somewhat purple hues. You admire the veins that run up the back of them, ignoring the fact that any blood within is stagnant—if it is present at all. They go all the way up his forearms, creating slightly raised lines that look like they would be soft to the touch. If you could, you would feel them.

His eyes go between you and his fingers. Tendou watches as he toys with you, his gaze occasionally flicking up to meet yours. In them, you find low-lidded curiosity. They bubble with something akin to desire and you find yourself gasping at the intensity of them. In this dream, everything Tendou does, he does with intention.

Then, he takes his other hand and slips your shorts down your thighs. You feel the way the fabric of your panties sticks to your cunt, shifting your hips upwards so that they’re easier to take off. This is new. You’ve never dreamt this before and you can feel yourself salivating at the idea of going further, nudging your chin up in the hope that maybe this time he’ll kiss you too.

Tendou runs his hands up your thighs and you note that, in your dream, they’re warm and fleshy. Though you know that you’re feeling imagined touch, you relish in it. Tendou doesn’t feel like this in waking hours.

His fingers slide up the inside of your thigh, running along the crease where your cunt meets your leg. Tendou’s so close to where you need him, smearing his fingers across your cunt and giving you the sensation of pressure without there being any.

Then, his thumb comes into contact with your clit and you struggle to find your voice. It doesn’t feel like anything in particular—a frustrating culmination into something unplaceable—but even just watching makes you feel good, like you’re starving and he’s dangling a meal in front of your face. It’s not graspable and you know, from the way your gut swirls, that this is your brain making up an explanation for the perpetual arousal you experience on a near-daily basis. Still, you imagine it to feel good.

You watch as Tendou slides one long spindly finger into you, curling up. Just watching it is enough to make your breath swell, finally finding your voice as you let out a low moan that hums in your chest. He tilts his head to the side, his cool facade breaking for a moment to reveal a pleasant and mischievous smile.

Everything feels weighed down with sand, like it has gone slightly numb. Your limbs are weighted, body heavy and inexplicably sweet. His face, only a mere inch from yours, breathes warm breath across your cheeks and you push your chin forward to kiss him. Instead, you feel only the ghost of his lips, fluttering by your open mouth as you writhe and gasp for more stimulation.

You feel the beginnings of a climax. It’s at your fingertips, starting to swell within you as it bubbles intangibly from your chest and down into your stomach. You pant, breasts rising and falling as his fingers speed up with your breathing.

Just as you are about to come, sandbag legs beginning to tremble with imagined pleasure and clumsy fingers heating as you come to the crest of the wave, you wake.

It’s less gentle this time as you writhe at the unplaceable loss. It’s always strange waking up from a wet dream before you come, you always realize after the fact that there was something missing.

Your forehead sweats. Beads of it have collected above your eyebrows and you groan as you rub your eyes and turn your head toward the blind-covered windows. You can see the early wisps of morning light coming through, still blue in hue as the sun hides behind the horizon, and you sigh, unwilling to begin the day.

“Are you okay?”

You turn with a start, making out Tendou’s silhouette in the doorway. He leans his shoulder against it, body curved in a delightfully casual way with one foot crossed idly over the other. Your face heats, eyes widening in the dark of the room.

“What do you mean?” You say, half mortified.

“You were groaning in your sleep,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “Wiggling around too. Thought you might have been having a nightmare.”

You shake your head, giving a small laugh. “No, I don’t think I was.”

You feign uncertainty and Tendou walks over to the edge of the bed and sits. It doesn’t dip. He tilts his head, leaning to the side on one hand.

“Then what did you dream about?”

He seems to be asking genuinely, eyebrows furrowed in the center, though it’s too dark to really tell.

“I can’t remember,” you lie, laying all the way back down in bed.

Tendou hums inquisitively. It sounds like he’s onto you, tilting his head further to the side so that he can keep looking at you.

He’s never been in here so early in the morning. If he’s around when you wake up, he sits in the living room or kitchen waiting for you to get up. Today, however, he appears in the doorway the same way he does in your dreams and you’re made hyperaware of his proximity to you.

Tendou lays down on top of the covers beside you. His body bounces but the bed doesn’t and you briefly wonder if everything in this world has a ghostly counterpart. You imagine things like they are only one side of a coin and the other is one you can’t see.

“Do you… always watch me when I sleep?” You ask, voice quiet through embarrassment.

Tendou tilts his head to the side, smiling as his eyes crinkle in the corners. “Not always.”

You nod, taking in that information and trying to swallow down the mortifying ordeal of being caught immediately post-wet dream by the exact person you had a wet dream about. Rubbing your legs together to ease the ache.

“Why?” You croak.

Tendou gives a small laugh, eyes following the lines your face makes. You see them travel down your cheeks, to your nose, and then to your lips.

“What else is there to do when you’re dead?”

“Good point.”

#tendou x reader #tendou satori x reader #tendou x reader smut #tendou satori x reader smut #ghost!tendou #haikyuu smut #kinktober 2022 #[ 📕 – writing ]

[tojiphile]

when your teacher assigned him to be your tutor, you’re sure he didn’t expect it to end up like this. it’s 5:46pm on a school night and instead of studying, your panties are bunched around your ankles, your cropped skirt flipped up and your blouse unbuttoned obscenely. your sports bra barely keeps your tits in place as your alleged ‘tutor’ bends you over your desk, fucking you silly.

“well, what’s the answer?” he asks, one hand on your waist and the other rubbing small circles around your swollen clit. “i- ‘s too much!” you cry, trying to squirm out of his grip. he traps you in place firmly, slipping his cock in and out of your cunt slowly, causing you to tremble with desire.

“please…” you beg, hot tears spilling down your face, “i- i can’t do this anymore!” you’ve been in this position for an hour; your clit overstimulated and your pussy desperate for more. he’s brought you so close so many times but never once did he let you cum. “why should i?” he scoffs, “stupid girls don’t deserve nice things.”

“if you answer correctly, i’ll fuck you properly. how’s that sound?” he baits you, hook, line and sinker. he asks the question again and you strain your brain to find the correct answer, trying your best to resist his delicate touch.

inevitably, you never get the answer right. that’s okay though, because at the end of every class, your tutor always says, if you can’t be smart, you could always be his little trophy wife. still, stupid girls don’t deserve to cum, so he focuses himself on relieving his own stress, pounding into you like a dog in heat, bullying your cunt and stuffing it full with his cock.

you still feel good though, because at least you’re useful for something! <3

TSUKISHIMA KEI, GETO SUGURU, nanami kento, tendou satoori, sugawara koishi, TETSURO KUROO, takahiro hanamaki, ryomen sukuna, ooc!saiki kusuo, kamisato ayato, KAEYA ALBERICH

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[hyeque]

asking him for nudes [nsfw]

feat. tsukishima, kuroo, kita, atsumu, tendou

notes: will probably do a version of this for jujutsu kaisen

warnings: female!reader, masturbating, degradation, edging in atsumu’s, atsumu flashes his team 😕, implied cum eating in tendou’s

tsukishima is annoyed, but when is he never? you begged and whined for nudes while the man was at work, for god's sake. he firmly told you no in the beginning and to stop acting like a brat. but when you kept pushing for some, and sending clips of how needy you were, he broke his composure.

the blonde slips into the employee bathroom, locking the door. finally freeing himself, he's already half hard. tsukki sends a picture of himself, smug expression and all with his pretty cock in frame. 'here. happy now?'. and of course he already knows the answer to that when you send a pouting picture in return. tsukishima can't help but take advantage of the photo to get himself off. he makes a video, spitting out profanities and words of degradation while he fucks his hand. he doesn't grant you the pleasure of seeing his face while he does. he knows how much you love seeing his face, but you disobeyed him, and this is punishment.

'you better not touch my cunt. i'm going to fucking ruin you when i get home.'

kuroo is ecstatic. he'll do anything for his pretty baby and the man is more than glad to send you some nudes. he doesn't send them right away though because he has to tease you first. he first sends a picture of his hard on through his slacks, the caption 'this what you want, baby?'. he knows you want more but he wants to see you say it. after successfully getting you to beg, he sends a video of him touching himself through his pants, telling you how it isn't nice for you to get him this worked up right now. how if you were in his office he'd have you bent over his desk. but of course kuroo asks for you to send nudes in return because he's dying to see just how wet you are for him.

being in his own office with no one else in the building, he doesn't hold back. he is loud—very loud. he's moaning your name excessively and telling you how good you always make him feel. asking you if you'll ride him and clench down like you always do so perfectly. his vest and button up are undone and you can see all of his toned chest. he whines and mumbles about how well you take him and how he can’t wait to fuck you. not long after, he orgasms and uses a tissue to clean himself.

'your turn, baby. let me see that pretty pussy i'm going to stuff full later <3'

kita is flustered. when he received a text from you saying 'there's an emergency' he was prepared to drop his farming tasks for whatever you needed. he wasn't expecting you to send him a video of you touching yourself, saying how much you need him. this is all new to him, but he wants so desperately to please you, so he tries his best. kita shreds his clothes, his fit and toned arms and chest in view, beautifully tanned from working outside. he truly looks ethereal.

he feels shy and a little embarrassed showing himself nude on camera but if anyones seen the man, there's absolutely nothing embarrassing about how pretty his cock is. he doesn't realize how pent up he actually is until he starts stroking himself, his whines and moans get gradually louder as he thinks about you and your cute cunt. but however the romantic person kita is, he starts rambling about how beautiful you are, and how he can't wait to start his own little family with you. he thinks you'll look so pretty round and carrying his babies. don't you? he rambled about how he'll take good care of you and your family. there isn’t anything that turns him on more than the thought of you having his kids. he knows you two planned to wait a little longer, but there’s nothing wrong with a little head start, right?

'sweetheart ya can't go and startle a man like that, now hurry home from work so i can finally have my way with ya. need ya pregnant by the end of the day'.

atsumu is smug. he knows he's attractive. he knows he's irresistible. especially when it comes to you. when he saw your message about sending nudes it was right after his practice had ended. sweaty and high on adrenaline, the blonde doesn't need to do much to get himself worked up. just seeing the messages of you being needy could be enough to get him to cum. but he is a performer, and as a performer, he must put on a show.

he teases you in the video, asking you just how badly do you want him and how you want him to take you. he assures you not to worry your pretty little head too much because however it is, he’ll be having you cum multiple times. the thought of getting you off brings himself to the edge and he knows he’s about to cum. but what's this? atsumu stops himself right before he can. his dick is a deep, scarlet red and his hard on by this point is near painful. but if there's one rule atsumu has, it's to not waste his own cum. the only place it belongs is inside of you and not the shower floor. once he’s done edging himself he sends a picture of his painful, rock hard cock.

he ignores the cries of his teammates and the noise of disgust (from sakusa specifically who said for him to 'put that thing away') when coming out the shower. he’s just trying to make it home to you now.

'ya don't know what you just started, angel. ya better be face down, ass up on the bed when i get home. yer not sleeping at all tonight.'

tendou is spontaneous. one nude was never the same from the last one. you're convinced that him sending nudes is more enjoyable for him than you, considering how worked up he gets. there was one instance where he told you he had a 'surprise for you' to bring home from work, and the man came home with his dick in a box full of chocolates. needless to say, if you didn't have a sweet tooth then, you do now.

but imagine this time around asking for some nudes he actually beats you to it, asking to send something at the same you do.

"i've been waiting for you to ask for this~" he sings in the video "i've been working on something for you, mon chéri~'. your anticipation eats at you while you wait, but it’s quietly followed by a gasp at the sight on your screen. low and behold, the man had made a chocolate mold out of your pussy. how he did it, you don't know. do you even want to know? you're even more choked up when you see him fuck the mold, his pretty moans taking up the video. your eyes are drawn to his slender hips and the way he moves them. you hate to say it, but you really do envy chocolate right now. tendou sweet talks you, saying how he wish he can't wait to have the real thing, and how your real pussy is much sweeter than any chocolate. a cute smile is plastered on his face and his pale skin is flushed a pretty pink, the way he shudders lets you know he's close. he loudly moans your name, cumming deeply inside the chocolate. grinning at his work, he shows it to the camera.

'i made all of this nice filling for you. you're going to eat it all, right?'

do not copy and or repost. likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated though! (c) 2022 hyeque

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[touyaki]

part two of three

part one, part three

contains: tendou x fem!reader, squirting, pussy eating, consensual photographing, use of “pretty girl,” “slut,” and “whore,” unprotected sex

tendou knows ushijima has his eyes on you and that you have your sights on him, too. that’s why he’s doing this, fucking you until you forget about ushiwaka, making you crave him instead. you look so pretty like this, blouse unbuttoned with your breasts spilling out of your bra, knees pressed to your chest. your skirt is hiked up, revealing your glistening cunt, panties discarded somewhere in his room. 

you were practically drooling over the thought of his cock, and you’re even naughtier now that it’s inside you. your borderline pornographic moans are proof that his plan is working. poor ushijima who’s never laid hands on a single cunt before could never make you feel this good. he could never know how to rub your clit until you scream, how to angle his hips so that your eyes roll back and you see stars.

“come on, pretty girl.” tendou pries your arms away from your face, grinning at the way your tongue dangles from your mouth, brows scrunched in pleasure. “i wanna see your face.”

you only whine in response when he pins your wrists down with one hand, the other reaching to fondle your tits. he pinches and rolls your nipple in his fingers, smirking when your back arches and goosebumps rise on your skin. 

“s-satori,” you babble. “feels so good, y-your cock feels good.” 

he didn’t expect you to say such lewd things—hell, he didn’t plan on asking you anyway. it’s a pleasant surprise, and the fact you said those on your own accord makes him move his hips harder, faster, until he’s sure everyone can hear your screams. the tip of his cock is nearly kissing your cervix now, so deep and full inside your tight cunt. tendou was hoping to last a little longer, but with how hard you’re clamping down on him, it’s impossible.

his thrusts grow sloppy, moans ripping from his throat. he chants your name, calls you his pretty little slut, turning you into his whore, and he won’t have it any other way. tendou isn't giving you up to anyone, especially ushiwaka. it’s not long before his legs can’t handle it anymore and he collapses against you, feeling how much his cum is filling you up. in a last attempt to make you cum, he rubs this thumb against your clit roughly. he doesn’t expect the clear liquid that gushes out of your fluttering cunt, splashing against his pelvis until it drips onto his bed.  

“i’m s-sorry,” you slur. “i-”

tendou shushes you with a kiss, tongue pressed against yours. he smiles against your lips and brushes your hair aside before straightening up. once he pulls his cock out from you, the mess that’s left has him growing hard again. his cum spills out of your gaping hole, down your slick thighs, wet from when you squirted. with a smirk, tendou reaches for his phone and opens the camera. 

“can i take a picture, baby? gonna show ushiwaka who’s making you cum.”

surprisingly, you nod, even spreading your legs wider to give him a better view. he could fall in love with you right then and there if he wasn’t already. you hear the soft click as he takes a snapshot of your pussy that still aches for him. after he sends the text, his phone blows up with a slew of messages that he ignores with a sly smirk. tendou silences it before he hovers over you once more, kissing you sweetly compared to how rough he was before.

“did it feel good, princess?”

you nod and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close. “still need you, satori,” you whine. “please, make me cum again.”

“so needy.” he slides down the bed until his head is in between your thighs. the tip of his tongue drags up your folds, collecting his cum mixed with yours. your fingers fly down to grab his hair, making him groan. “i’ll give you what you want, sweetheart. don’t you worry your pretty head.”

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[moechies]

loverboy <3

loverboy characters who eat you out so sweetly, tracing heart shapes with their thumbs on your clit while they tongue your cunt 💝 also tracing their names on your cunt with their tongue too, making you guess what they’re spelling out!

౨ৎ gojo satoru, getou suguru, itadori yuuji, oikawa tooru, tendou satori, mattsun issei <3

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[uravitypng]

i've said it before and i'll say it again, tendou loves chubby girls, textbook definition of a chubby chaser right there. he's OBSESSED.

he loves how your body jiggles when you move, you've caught him more than once staring at you while you're walking away, watching as your pillowy thighs move and thinking about how he'd happy die buried between them. he can't concentrate on what other people say to him because he'll be looking at you in the corner of his eye. when you bend down to pick something up he swears he's dreaming because there's never been a prettier sight, how your tummy rolls squish together when you bend down and he can see your cellulite and stretch marks, oh how he wishes he could trace them and worship your body like you deserve.

he drools on nights out when he sees you wear clothes that are really tight, that hugs your curves and how your chubby cheeks rise up as you smile and dance along to the music. he loves to watch how your supple skin bulges with what you wear and how soft your big upper arms look, he wishes he could bite them and make you squeal.

at night he jerks off to the thought of you, imagining your soft round frame against him. he imagines grabbing hold of your love handles tightly, in a bruising grip, while you ride him and end up overstimulating you both. imagines painting your plush body with his cum. imagines holding your chunky fingers in his slender ones while you scream out his name as he makes you cum on his tongue. imagines fucking you like you deserve. imagines cherishing and loving you like you deserve.

#satori tendou x reader smut #haikyuu x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader smut #tendou x reader #hq smut #haikyuu smut #wrote this real quick but tendou loves you <3 #satori tendou x reader #chubby reader #chubby reader smut #♡ mine / writing #♡ satori #tendo x reader #tendo satori x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #satori tendou smut #tendo smut #hq x reader smut #satori x reader smut #satori tendou x chubby reader #tendou x chubby reader #tendou satori x reader smut

[cottonlemonade]

After A Long Day

warnings: mdni, nsfw

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Tendou lay on the couch, his left hand lazily tucked behind his head as an extra cushion while his right teased your divinely glistening pussy right in front of him.

After the long tedious hours at work he had simply dropped his jacket by the door and asked if he could please for all that was good and holy just eat you out while you tell him about your day.

As you excitedly detailed a project you were working on he pressed a kiss to your clit, smiling happily that your hard work seemed to finally pay off.

“I’m so proud of you, my paradise.”, he said and ran a long skillful finger between your needy folds.

He had refused to let you anywhere near his cock just yet. Instead, your boyfriend handed you a pillow to place on his crotch so you could comfortably lay on top of him and let him take care of you. Once he made you cum a few times like this he would ask you to ride him, holding you close, drown in your heavenly plush body and that was all he would need to get this exhausting day out of his mind.

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#tendou x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #tendou x reader #tendou smut #hq tendou #tendou satori #haikyuu tendou #tendou imagine #tendo imagine #tendo x chubby reader #chubby reader #tendo satori #tendo x reader #haikyuu tendo #tendo smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagines #hq drabble #I’m supposed to be working rn 🥲

[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 12

public play - tendou satori x reader

word count: 607

kinktober masterlist

You’d always known Tendou was a freak in bed. Even before you two had begun dating, you had an inkling. With how unorthodox he was, anyone would’ve guessed he was less than vanilla under the sheets. What shocked them was when he got together with you.

You knew how you looked to the people of your university. Prim, proper, never a hair out of place, well-ironed clothes and clean smile, always early for class and always on top of your grades. What can you say? You were efficient.

So how had you ended up here? Dating the Guess Monster of all people? You heard the whispers follow you when Tendou walked you to class, the same class he had the gall to be skipping. You knew they wondered, and you knew that they had no idea just how similar you and Tendou actually were.

“I wish they could see you now, honey.” Tendou cooed in your ear as your body squirmed and jerked. His lean, surprisingly sturdy figure held you in place against the wall, long thin fingers wiggling inside you so carelessly that you were worried he would rip you apart. He hummed to himself right afterward in contemplation. “Well, they could very well see you. All they have to do is really look.”

And he was right, standing under the shadow of the staircase, it wouldn’t take much for the bustling crowd of students rushing through the halls to take a little breath and slow down, realizing that the huddle under the stairs was you pressed into the wall while your tall boyfriend fingered you fast and rough, his hand disappearing under the hem of your skirt.

You bit into Tendou’s shoulder to try and stifle your moans, bucking your hips into him more and more. You wanted to cum so bad, all rational thought had flown out the window long ago. You didn’t care who saw you at this point, the voices and chatter of the people long drowned out by the roaring in your ears. Tendou chuckled.

“Dirty little thing,” he had a teasing lilt to his voice. “You love this, don’t you? Getting fingered in public. Crying all over my hand. And you’re soaking, too. Way more than usual. Should I do this more often?”

You were panting at this point, breathing hard to try and compensate for your lack of moans. You were close, and Tendou could tell, from the slow stiffening of your body to how you pushed yourself closer to him, your movements getting more desperate.

“Or maybe I should drag you out there in front of everybody,” he mused, knowing what his dirty ramblings did to you, knowing they would push you closer to the end. “I should lay you out on the floor and fuck you right there, so a crowd can gather and watch you cry and cum over my cock. That what you want? Everyone to see how big of a whore you are?”

And his words worked, because the next moment you were cumming, your juices running down his hand and his wrist, his fingers moving faster and faster to prolong your orgasm as much as he could, ignoring how hard his own cock was, straining against his pants. This was enough for now, getting off on the thought of taking you in front of all these idiots who thought he didn’t deserve you. They would understand then, as they watched you cry and moan about how good his fingers felt, why you were with him. That would shut them up real quick.

And Tendou was just freaky enough to actually pull that stunt someday.

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[w-izxrdwheezes]

STRESS RELIEF

wakatoshi ushijima & satori tendou x fem reader

a oneshot where friends always share

warnings : pure smut underneath the cut

it was wrong on so many levels, it was depraved and dirty. yet as you make eye contact with your boyfriend’s deep red eyes; you can’t help but let your own roll to the back of your skull.

his wrist moves lazily, languish strokes that stutter when his fingers brush against his sensitive head. pupils blown out wide as he watches you from the corner of the room. teeth chewing down upon chapped lips as he sucks in a sharp breath, eyes closing for a moment as he watches you moan and writhe beneath another man

you want to reach out for him, desperately plea that you’re not enjoying this at all and that nobody can make you feel good but him — but that would be a blatant lie

the man above you has a bruising grip on your hips, his lower half practically slamming into you as he uses you as stress relief.

your hands grip at his wrist and forearms, trying to ground yourself from the overwhelming sensation of being so full; you’d never been fucked like this before.

the one fucking you is unfamiliar, brows furrowed as he concentrates on letting some steam off after a rough day, it was clear he was viewing you as nothing more than an object at this point, but with how every thrust he made was sending your head dizzy, you couldn’t find it in you to complain

your gaze flickers away from the guy atop of you and instead towards the familiar sight of your partner, whose eyes were half-lidded with lust as he listens to you whine for him “tori, tell him t’ slow down please, please! can’t take it”

tendou’s lips pull into a condescending grin as you whimper, helpless against the large guy who was ignorant to the futile attempts at pushing him away you made; your heart not really in it as you let your tongue loll out slightly as his hips angled upwards.

“y’hear that wakatoshi? m’ angel says it’s too much for her” your pussy instinctively throbs at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, brows furrowing as you hear ushijima groan from the sensation

wakatoshi ushijima was actually no stranger to you at all, but when you had been thrown into this new scenario with him and your partner, it was hard for him not to seem unfamiliar; especially when he was treating you so rough. a huge 180 from the usual gentle giant you had supposed satori’s best friend to be.

a large hand strokes the side of your face, eyes fluttering open to meet ushijima’s own dark pair, his gaze was softer now, more familiar than the deep scowl he had been wearing moments prior

his thrusts seem to follow suit in his gentleness, the headboard no longer slamming against the wall like before, instead he apologises pressing a softer kiss just to the side of your mouth.

“sorry, i just got carried away” he confesses, and your eyes flicker towards your chuckling boyfriend in the corner, his eyes watching hungrily as his bestfriend continues to slowly grind into you, your mind turning to mush slightly as the slick sounds of your bodies coming together continue to fill the room.

you nod feebly, suddenly feeling shy under the gaze of both men “s’ okay, just not so hard, you’re too big.”

satori snorts from the corner of the room, a lazy grin on his features as he continues fucking up into his own fist “gotta be gentle with her, she’s not used to being treated like a slut” ushijima hums, gaze trained on where he and you were connected, smirking at the white ring that was left around the base of his cock.

what tendou had said was true too, when he and you were together it was never as dirty as this, he would never say anything degrading. instead only endless praise tumbling from his lips as he practically worshipped your body

but this? this was entirely different, you felt like you were being ruined by wakatoshi, his cock so big that it ached slightly as he pressed against your cervix. it didn’t help that the way he was treating you before made you feel as though you were unable to think, looking at you as nothing more than an object he could use to make himself feel better.

you felt slightly guilty for liking how he made you feel too.

the sensation of ushijima pressing down on your stomach makes you whine, pulled from your thoughts as he continues to move in and out of you

“holy shit don’t tell me..”

tendou is almost giddy as he watches now, him and ushijima looking to one another as wakatoshi sucks in a breath “can see where i’m fucking her tendou” you gasp as he sends a harsher thrust up into you, his voice practically pathetic as he pushes down on your stomach in awe

tendou has to stop the movement of his wrist for a moment, the sentence alone making him feel all the more sensitive.

you can’t help the moans that leave you as ushijima picks up his pace once again, a simple “sorry i can’t help it” leaving his lips as he groans, eyes trained on where your stomach bulges from the imprint of his dick

hands push and claw at his forearms as tears collect on your lashline, the sensation almost too much as you whine about how he was “too deep.” yet your needy moans don’t stop as tendou encourages you from his seat to the side “you can take him my love, just gotta touch that pretty pussy n you can cum yeah?”

the sound of skin slapping against skin is so lewd, wet shlick echoes filling the room as you whimper out loudly, head nodding as you eagerly listen to your boyfriend’s words. fingers fumbling as you push them into your own mouth, eyes trained on satori’s own red pair as you let your tongue push against them, saliva pooling and dripping around them before bringing them down to your core.

your broken moans stutter into a gasp at the first contact of your fingertips to your clit, ushijima hissing a breath through his teeth as he feels you clench down around him “feels good when she gets all tight like that doesn’t it?” satori groans out, hips moving upwards to meet the eager strokes of his hand

“yeah, god how is she this tight?” your toes curl from the praise, a desperate whine for more leaving your lips as you let your fingers rub messy circles against yourself. the way they were speaking as if you weren’t even there made your stomach tighten slightly, a coil winding up from the overwhelming pleasure of being absolutely wrecked by your boyfriend’s best friend.

tendou catches on the way your hips begin to stuttering up to meet ushijima’s hard thrust’s, free hand clawing at the large man’s muscular forearm, nails indenting into the skin as he winces from the sting, he knew you were close to coming around his friend’s cock now, and it made his cock twitch desperately at the idea

“toshi, need more” you gasp out, practically panting as your hips grind against him “you’re so big!”

ushijima nearly whimpers at the sound of your desperate cry, fingers pressing into the skin of your hips as he tries not to cum first. “you gotta see how pretty she is when she cums” tendou speaks up again, ushijima almost forgetting about his presence as he focuses on the way your cunt tries to keep him close

“tori” you cry out once more, lip wobbling as you turn your head towards him, wanting him to come over and kiss you, touch you, whatever. you just needed him close

he seems to understand this too, standing from his seat, hand still wrapped around his cock as he stands in front of you now “what is it baby, don’t you wanna cum?” his free hand strokes the soft skin of your cheek, thumb pulling your lower lip down as you desperately nod

“just love you s’much” his grin widens at this, a condescending glint in his eye as he watches your eyes roll back from a particularly rough thrust from wakatoshi. “i know baby. know you love wakatoshi’s cock too, don’t you?” he teases, and you have to restrain yourself from cumming as you feel wakatoshi angle his hips upwards once again

“isn’t she a good girl wakatoshi? even while you’re fucking her, she’s tryna show me how much she loves me” ushijima chuckles at the idea of it, when he worded it like that it made you look stupid “sure you’re not just a cockhungry slut beautiful?” tendou coo’s and you immediately shake your head no, a broken sob leaving you as you desperately fight off your orgasm.

“no, m’ not tori! m’ your girl, i love you s’ much!” ushijima takes your denial as a challenge, thrusts growing harsher as he continues to angle towards the spot that was making your brain fog over.

tendou scoffs once again, cutting off your attempt at rambling out more confessions of love by pushing his cock past your open lips “i know baby, you’re my girl” he agrees, eyes practically in hearts as your teary gaze meets his own, tongue dragging along his length as you bring him further into your mouth

ushijima moans at the sight, feeling his orgasm approaching as you start to twitch around him, eyes rolling back as you suckle on your boyfriends tip, a needy repetitive mutter of “m gonna cum!” leaving your lips as you instead start stroking him, back arching off of the bed as you finally feel that coil snap

you can’t help the loud moans that escape you as your other hand digs into ushijima’s arm, his own desperate pants growing louder as he feels you clench around him; watching as your body writhes slightly as he continues pushing deeper.

“good girl, doing so well” tendou praises as he thrusts into your fist, ushijima shutting his eyes tight as he focuses on the way you feel cumming beneath him, it was a sensation he wanted to imprint into his memory forever.

his thrusts slow down however as you desperately cry out about it being “too much” your skin shining with a sheen layer of sweat as your chest rapidly rises and falls. panting, you try catch your breath

and when ushijima pulls out, you can’t help but mourn the loss slightly.

tendou leans down to press a kiss against your lips, hand returning to his own cock as he watches your gaze begin to lazily blink open and closed

grinning as he watches ushijima peel off the condom, groaning lowly at the feeling, tendou walks towards him, offering his hand “want me to help?”

ushijima chews on his lip as he thinks for a moment, nodding as he catches your tired yet eager gaze

tendou is slow as he moves forwards, a hand gently reaching up to the taller males face as he pulls him in for a kiss, you press your aching thighs together at the sight of the two attractive men sighing into one another’s mouths, tongues skilfully pushing and pulling against the others

ushijima shudders as tendou presses their abdomens together now, large slender hands wrapping around not only his own but also wakatoshi’s large cock as they both sigh in relief

you can’t help but watch as the two men stroke their cocks together, tips rubbing against one another as their hips stutter up.

ushijima’s lip is pulled between his teeth as his brows furrow, shuddering slightly as he mutters out a curse “shit” tendou is smiling as he watches his friend groan, his head tilting back slightly as he closes his eyes to savour the feeling.

“who knew this would feel so good huh?” you chuckle at tendou’s words, sleepy eyes trained on the way their cocks rubbed together, ushijima’s twitching slightly as he likely neared his finish. “you can cum if you wanna toshi’” his dark gaze flits over to your own as he nods, sucking in a breath as he lets tendou continue jacking the two of them off

his brows furrow, chest panting as he finally allows himself to give in, a quick warning leaving him before cum splatters against his own and tendou’s chest, your boyfriend following shortly after with a quick “fuck” the pair of them leaning against one another as satori pulls his hand away so as to not overstimulate them both.

you smile tiredly up at the pair as they both pant, tendou falling gracelessly onto the bed as he smirks up at wakatoshi “i told you it would be a good stress relief” both you and ushijima chuckle at this, your eyes rolling as you shuffle over to scratch your fingers against your boyfriends bright red buzzcut, you’d seen pictures of what he’d looked like before he buzzed it all and felt upset that you wouldn’t get to feel that too.

“thank you” ushijima begins, ears red as he finally takes a breather “both of you” you grin up at the flustered man, tendou patting the space on the bed beside him in gesture for him to sit. “it’s all good wakatoshi, hey if you win this next big game maybe she’ll let you do her raw next time”

your skin buzzed with the promise of this happening again, wakatoshi seemingly thinking a similar thing as he grinned; uncharacteristically excitable from the newfound motive

and when he and his team won their next match, well you and tendou were sure to keep your side of the deal.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu thirsts #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #tendou satori #tendou x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader

[moon1833]

How they, yk

Haikyuu and jjk edition

Smut below the cut, 18+ characters

He’s big, and he has you wondering if he’s completely unaware of it with the brutal pace he sets. It’s unwavering, the force of his thrusts would throw you forward if it wasn’t for his hands wrapped around your hips.

“Sl-slow down!” You barely get the words out.

“‘m sorry,” He groans. “you feel too good, baby.”

BOKUTO, Asahi, Daichi, Atsumu, IWAIZUMI, Nanami, Geto, Ushijima

He’s so squirmy under you it makes your heart swell. His hands are guiding your hips as you rock back and forth, the sluttiest whimpers falling from his mouth as he thrusts up unintentionally.

He’s mumbling praises, barely aware of the words coming from his mouth, too lost in you to even think.

KENMA, OIKAWA, Kageyama, YAMAGUCHI, Akaashi, Tendou

He’s agonizing slow and he knows it. He’s doing it on purpose, sliding in and out of you waiting for you to crack. Waiting for you to beg him to go faster. He’s pulling out of you fully, sliding back in until you can feel the tip of his dick in your stomach.

He keeps going until you’re pushing yourself against him. He pins you down, taunting you.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

TSUKISHIMA, Gojo, Suna, Toji, TENDUO

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[tojiphile]

you want to say you hate him. your academic rival, your only competition for that number 1 spot in school. you’re at each other’s throats everyday, much to the amusement of your teachers and classmates. in reality? yes, it’s a competition, but you’re not fighting for valedictorian. you’re fighting to win that stupid bet you made: whoever tops the school gets to fuck the other.

so when you waltz up on stage to reap the fruits of your labour, you can’t help but meet the his steely gaze. you shoot him a cheeky wave and laugh internally when his jaw tightens.

“f— fuck you!” he spits, pushing his spectacles up. he really tries his best to be silent, but a desperate whine escapes his lips and his knees buckle as you stuff his tight hole with your 7” neon pink strap on, fucking him into his bedroom wall.

“that’s what i’m tryin’ to do baby doll,” you coo, pushing your hair away from your face, “if you just, shut— up!”

you give his perky ass a hard smack and he can’t help but jump at the impact, grinding his hips into yours. not just a smartass, you note, covering your own mouth to stifle a giggle.

you love seeing him like this. his ears burn a furious shade of red, his usually perfectly-styled hair messed up and sweaty. and god, he makes the most pornographic sounds, whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat. he presses his palms against the wall, trying his best to hold himself up as you thrust into him, motivated by his babbling.

“‘s too much, i can’t— oh!” he gasps as you wrap your hand around his aching cock, running your thumb across his sensitive slit, leaking with precum. “fuuuuuck!”

it hits him all at once.

“i’m c—close, please— god, don’t stop, don’t stop!” he chokes, hot tears running down his face. any pretence of pride he had was thrown out the window as his hands balled into fists and he fucks himself on your strap, sinking down fully, whining and desperate.

“that’s it baby doll,” you murmur, “take it all.”

“ahhh— ‘m cumming, cumming, cum—” you feel his body convulse against yours, shockwaves sporadic and intense as you fuck him through his orgasm, strap mercilessly slamming into his g-spot. you jerk him off even as you feel him cum over your fist, a sticky warmth covering your palm.

you pull out of him with a squelch as you catch him before he collapses to the floor. his eyes are half-lidded, his glasses are crooked and he’s heaving as he tries to catch his breath. and he’s definitely still feeling the orgasmic high. you can’t help but feel a but smug, not only because of the mess you’ve made him into, but also because of how well he took your strap.

you lay him down on his bed, take off his glasses (you’re surprised he doesn’t stop you), clean them with the hem of your shirt, then place them on his bedside table, neatly folded.

you lay down next to him, opening your arms to offer a hug. he accepts, rolling over and getting on top of you, pressing his face into your chest.

“you’re mean…” he mutters, muffled by your boobs, “next time, i’m gonna be the one that fucks you.”

you smile. “game on.”

GOJO SATORU, okkutsu yuta, TSUKISHIMA KEI, oikawa tooru, miya atsumu, tendou satori, sanji, CHILDE, captain kuro, sawamura daichi, shirabu kenjiro, wanderer, thoma, geto suguru, miya osamu

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[bleach-your-panties]

ꪉ DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME! 》 ~ satori tendo x fem reader

a/n: y'all can thank @prettybraat for this😂😂

cw: chocolate and dick. that's it. that's the post. tendo is his time-skip age.

dividers by @/hitobaby and @/cafekitsune.

wc: 550

"Keep sucking, baby; make sure you get it all..."

Tendo moaned and pushed his gloved hand harder down on top of your head.

With your boyfriend being a world-renowned chocolatier, he was often bringing work home with him.

He'd spend hours in the kitchen, conjuring up new concoctions and recipes for you to taste-test before he would ever let the ideas breach the kitchen of his workplace.

You were always so eager to be his little sous chef, as well.

He'd tie one of his much larger aprons around your smaller frame and plop his chef's hat on top of your head, just to watch the beautiful smile that bloomed across your gorgeous features.

You're his cute little girlfriend, sweeter than the treats he was so well at crafting for others to enjoy.

When the two of you got in the kitchen together, it often ended up looking like a scene out of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory; though, you're not exactly sure how you both ended up in this exact position.

"Ah, fuck, shit - shit's still warm." He chuckled as he took the spoon he'd been stirring the pot with and drizzled more of the deep, cocoa-colored confection down onto his shaft and your awaiting tongue.

You looked so fucking dirty like this; sitting on your knees on the tiled kitchen floor. His apron still covered your body, but you were completely nude beneath it.

The chef hat on your head had flopped down over your forehead, shielding your eyes, so Tendo reached out to lift it out of the way.

When you looked up and his eyes met yours, his dick twitched in your mouth, releasing a stream of pre-cum.

You kept eye contact with him for the next few minutes, just dragging your tongue all along the underside of his dick to make sure you didn't leave any traces of chocolate behind.

Needing to take a break, you slowly pulled off with a loud, wet, 'plop'. Strings of saliva mixed with chocolate and precum followed your lips, making Tendo's small, squinted eyes roll back in his head.

"Fuuuck, you're so nasty, baby. You know that's why I love you, right?"

With a little smirk, you licked your plump lips and sat back on your legs.

"I thought you loved me because I'm pretty and I always help you in the kitchen?"

He then rolled said eyes and returned your smirk.

"I guess that, too, then." He laughed when you smacked his thigh then grabbed your arm, pulling you forward to smash his lips against yours and taste the combination of candy mixed with his and your essences.

You both moaned into the kiss before Tendo finally pulled away, cupping your cheek in his hand.

"I love you, baby. You're always such a great help to me. I couldn't do this without you."

The confession made your heart swell with love and you grinned big.

"I love you, too, 'Tori. You make me so proud."

He tried to hide the blush that bloomed on his cheeks, but you already saw it, causing you to let out a small giggle.

With spoon in hand, he dipped it once again in the pot before reaching behind your back to untie the apron.

"Lay back, gorgeous. Now it's your turn."

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ok so he like really loves chocolate. his favorite food is chocolate ice cream asgfhsdjg;

#satori tendou #tendo satori #tendou satori #tendou x reader #tendo x reader #satori tendo x reader smut #tendo smut #tendou smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #💗💗🍡°hq drabbles #💗💗🍡°hq masterlist #byp🌹

[dlscenarios]

MDNI

Tendo loves watching his partner masturbate. He thinks it’s so cute how they think they can cum just by their pitiful fingers rubbing their clit. He knows they CAN’T get off without him. He refuses to even touch them, egging them on as they whine and writhe from their own hand.

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[etherrreal]

"an ode to tendou's hands"

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

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.

Written by: Luna you've got an @; we've got a taglist~

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[virtual-bunny]

Not Fair

A/n: This was supposed to be for kinktober but i forgot 💀💀

Tendou bully’s your pussy :D

Pairings: Tendou x Reader

WARNING: Overstimulation, bad bad smut, orgasam denial, SHORT FIC

“S-satoriii, c-cmooonn.” You whined, wiggling around the bed.

Tendou only chuckled, his eyes never leaving you as he kept fingering you.

“I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He sighed, his finger going in deeper making you gasp.

“P-please, I-I-I-ah-“ you were a mess. It was embarrassing really, how pathetic you looked. And it was true, he hadn’t even fucked you, and yet, you were already so weak.

“Is n-n-ot fa-ah-ir.” You held onto Tendou’s wrist as he slowed down his pace, humming.

“Well maybe if you hadn’t worn that pretty dress of yours, we wouldn’t be here.” As he said this, you squirted for the fifth time, making Tendou coo at you. As the familiar buildup feeing started taking over you , your vision started to get blurry, gasping for air.

Tendou stopped for a second, making you shudder. He looked up at you, his check resting on your thigh.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered. You smiled weakly at him, your legs shaking. There was a small pause, your heavy breathing being the only thing the both of you could hear.

Tendou got up, sighing. He put his hand behind your back, making you sit up. Tendou sat behind you, you between his legs.

“What are you doing?” You asked him. Tendou only gave you a kiss, rubbing your arm.

“Gonna make you feel good darling.” You could feel his hard dick behind your back, and as much as you just wanted to turn around and suck his life out, you know you wouldn’t have gotten away with it.

Tendou started manhandling you. His hands touched you in every possible place. He squeezed your tits, making you whine.

“So sensitive.” He giggled, giving them one last hard squish.

“Please fuck me.” You cried, too stupid to be ashamed.

“Oh ho ho, needy aren’t you?” Tendou whispered, his hand slowly making its way to your pussy.

“N-nooo. Please, want your dick.” You whined, tears starting to form in your eyes from desperation. He didn’t listen, he started to rub your clit in circles as slowly as he possibly could, making you buck your hips.

“Please Tendou.” You cried, trying to get away from him. As you did this, Tendou wrapped his arm around your waist, pushing you against him.

“Wanna cum, please.” You moved your head back to look at him, only to meet him already looking at you.

“No.” He smiled, kissing your forehead.

It hurt, it hurt a lot. Somehow Tendou always knew when you were about to cum, which made him completely stop.

“P-please,” tears started to roll down your cheeks, bottom lip trembling. “Need it so bad Sato- please.” You choked between sobs. Tendou only stared at you, stroking your arm.

“Be quiet baby, good girls take what they get, and you’re a good girl aren’t you?” Tendou asked, inserting two fingers inside of you.

You whined, nodding.

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[chosovixen]

NSFW!!

tendous fingering skills are unmatched.

you’re laid out on the silky sheets, legs propped up, and tendous slender fingers between your quivering folds. he’s been pumping them in and out of you for what seemed like hours. you try to get him to move faster by pushing against him, but he slaps your thigh each time.

“so impatient, huh?” he says with a slick smirk covering his face. he then removes his fingers from your cunt and holds them up to your face. you watch as your sticky arousal coats his finger, and he begins to scissor the air just to taunt you. pouting, you push his hand away, letting out a small ‘humph.’ tendou’s quick to snatch your face, pulling you back to his gaze.

“if you’re a good girl, i’ll let you cum.” his voice is smooth and husky. he knows you better than anyone. he knows you’ll pout for weeks on end if you don’t get what you want, so he doesn’t wait for your answer before his fingers are back between your legs and push past your folds. you let out a relieved sigh when you feel him pumping at a reasonable pace. “yeah, like that?” he hums, pumping faster till he can feel your hips jerk and your pussy clench around his long fingers.

a few more thrusts, and your legs begin to feel weak so being the menace that he is tendou curls his finger slightly and fucks you at a steady pace. hips lifting from the bed, your vision blurs, and you cum all over his fingers. he leaves them inside till you’ve come down from your orgasm, then slowly pulls out. 

your chest feels heavy as you feel him spread your legs to get between them. a slight slap on your clit makes you jolt, and you peer down to see what was going on. tendou was now aligning himself with your spent entrance, and you wiggled a bit at the sight. he noticed, and with one hand on your ankle and the other wrapped around his aching cock he smiled at you.

“ready for something bigger?”

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