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Oikawa Tooru — Jersey #2

PAIRING: Oikawa Tooru/Reader WORD COUNT: 6k TYPE: Angst, Fluff, Humor, Rivalry, Emotional Constipation (we laffed and we smiled and we crode) WARNING(S): Injury, There are no specified pronouns or identity for reader, but they are on the shiratorizawa boys volleyball team for plot reasons.

There are several truths in life.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. The Earth orbits around it by spinning on its axis. Oikawa Tooru hates geniuses.

He hates Shiratorizawa, hates all natural talent, hates Ushijima Wakatoshi, and hates everything he represents. It's kind of his drive, the loathing, but really, he just wants to be something. And people like Ushijima and Tobio just seem to wall him.

His time as a first year student in Aobajousai is fine. He has his admirers, and Iwaizumi still slaps him on the neck when he pisses him off, and that guy Hanamaki punches him on the shoulder and calls him a heartthrob in a sarcastic tone when girls come around to watch them practice after school.

Sure, his upperclassman is still the regular setter, but that's normal. Maybe if he puts in some extra thirty minutes every afternoon, things will be different.

When it comes to sports, Shiratorizawa is inevitable. They're always going places, be it the junior teams or the high schoolers. Like when Ushijima washed them when they were in Kitagawa Daiichi. It's a school that upholds individual talent and prestige, so Oikawa goes to Aobajousai and it's fine.

They arrange a practice match against them two weeks after the season starts. None of the first years from Aobajousai make it on the line-up, and Oikawa's sitting on the bench next to Iwaizumi, and he heaves a theatrical sigh. "Only watching is so boring. I hate this."

"Quit whining," says Iwaizumi.

"But it's not fair, Iwa-chan! Look, they're all first years on the other side. Is Shiratorizawa bragging or something?"

Ushijima looks like a big lumbering idiot as usual, Oikawa thinks, but he's not even going to acknowledge his presence. Yeah, that'll show him.

"I've heard most of their players don't even get to, well, play," Iwaizumi says. "Maybe they're trying to scout 'em out." Coach Washijo does have a reputation for being high maintenance.

"So they are flexing," Oikawa cries.

Iwaizumi punches him on the shoulder. "I said stop whining."

It is not Ushijima who gets the first serve. Instead you stand there, and you look like you don't know what the hell is going on, but when the whistle blows, you jump high and smack the ball straight to the nationals. Their libero doesn't even twitch to touch it — hadn't expected it — and you score the first point, even though someone receives your second one.

Oikawa's immediate thought is to wonder if his serve is this powerful. And if it isn't, how much practice he needed to make it so.

His gaze stays on you after that, and it comes to his attention that you barely know the rules of the game. You're all sharp reflexes and raw power and high jumps, but the only time you make correct plays outside of serving is when the guy with the weird hair tells you where to block.

It has become apparent to everyone else, too, and most of the wing spikers target you since you're bad at receiving. Float services fuck people over all the time, too, and the guy in front of you fumbles when the ball changes trajectory at the last second. You extend your leg and kick it to the other side of the court with something like amusement in your eyes and that's another point.

Aobajousai takes the game, but it doesn't matter because Oikawa is wondering what that was. All of it. So he stays up late that night searching up Tendou Satori and Semi Eita and [L/n] [Y/n] on Facebook like a man starved for attention, looking for a victim to torment with the poke function.

He doesn't infer much about this Tendou fellow except that he had a bowl cut until not long ago. And Semi Eita seems to think being mysterious is cool because his wall is empty except for the strange messages Tendou has written on his board and occasional birthday wishes.

You're not discrete like them, but maybe you have no reason to be. Photo after photo after photo of you posing with trophies — first place, almost always — with this stupid, guileless smile on your face, but it's all for soccer.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you in the volleyball club now?

It's not like Oikawa's never won an award. He just acts like it.

Then... Then, he realizes, ah. You're one of those people he hates.

___

This is their first time at the Inter High as high schoolers. It's prime time to get bullied by Shiratorizawa for anyone unfortunate enough to play against their team. In the corridors, after Aobajosai's first win, Oikawa doesn't mean to eavesdrop, not really.

"Man, we got our asses handed to us," whines some guy to another teammate of his and a boy who's probably the manager, judging by his attire. "Shiratorizawa's totally unfair."

"I thought we'd have an easier time if we targeted number twelve because Ushiwaka is too overpowered-"

"Overpowered?"

"-but that kid's got demonic spikes, too."

"Number twelve is a meathead and if you guys worked harder, we wouldn't have been humiliated like this," says the manager before he lets out a yawn.

"Oh, shut it!"

"That asshole's asking for a shattered wrist hitting the ball that hard every time."

"Oh, so your spikes suck 'cause you're concerned for your safety? How convenient."

Number twelve, the other wing spiker. So you're a regular, huh?

It's stupid, anyway. No one can win against Ushijima by ignoring him.

No one can win against Ushijima, but that kind of goes unspoken.

___

He bumps into you and deems it rational to assert himself. "We're gonna win, you know?"

You turn around to face him and you appear confused. "Who are you?"

Oikawa's eye twitches but his lips curl up in a phony smile, anyway. "Oikawa Tooru," he says. "From Aobajousai."

He watches the way you squint at him until recognition flashes across your face. "Oh, you're that guy."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

"Ushiwaka has his eyes on you."

He fakes a shudder. "And that's totally not a creepy thing to say."

You shrug and pivot on your heel to leave since your teammates are probably waiting for you inside the bus already, but for some reason he can't quite explain, Oikawa blurts out,

"You play soccer."

"Used to, yeah," you say. "You a fan? I'm planning on starting tennis in university." Then you rummage through your pockets until you pull out a marker and aim it threateningly at his forehead like you're about to autograph him.

"What? No! Not my beautiful face!" Oikawa shields himself with his forearms and once you appear to have stopped moving, he deems it safe enough to expose himself again. He thinks about how every word you said during the last minute pissed him off. Who the hell switches sports for every academic establishment they enter? "Tell Ushiwaka to mind his business."

You smile. "Sure, I'll let him know."

"... Are you serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be serious?" You pull out your phone and dial someone, and he flails his hands around as he wonders once again what the fuck is wrong with you, but you're adept at ignoring his urgent gestures. "Hi, Ushijima. No, I didn't get lost, it was just a tough shit to squeeze out. Yeah, yeah, tell Coach I'm coming in a bit. Listen, some Oikawa Tooru said you should mind your business. Ah, okay, I'll let him know."

When the call is over, you tell him,

"He said you should've come to Shiratorizawa."

Oikawa clenches his fist and chokes, "Ack." Then he sticks his tongue out at you. "Whatever. Hmph."

You seem to find some amusement in his theatrics.

___

Before the match when everyone's doing their warm-ups, a hard smack echoes across the gym when a stray ball whizzes past Oikawa's head while he's setting before it bounces off. For a second he thinks Iwaizumi has finally decided to assassinate him, but then he glances towards Shiratorizawa's side only to see you panicking with wide eyes and frantic waves of your hands. You rub your head, still grimacing. "I'm so sorry!"

"You blockhead! What's the point if the ball makes it out of bounds?! That's ten extra laps next practice," Coach Washijo reprimands, shaking his fist in the air while you shriek and duck away from him before you skid to the other corner of the room.

Oikawa stares while Tendou points and laughs at you. Did you do that on purpose? Are you picking a fight? It didn't seem that way, but the thought of a Shiratorizawa member being endearing to him makes Oikawa sick.

___

He can't help it; Oikawa is always looking at different spikers and thinking about how he'd utilize them. Even on opposing teams and even about Ushijima once or twice, but it's more of an ego thing. He likes the idea of everyone reaching their full potential when he's pulling the strings.

Unlike Semi Eita during the practice match, Shiratorizawa's regular third-year setter doesn't toss to you or anyone else much at all. Not that it stops Ushijima from stomping all over them throughout the first set — like usual, really, since Oikawa and Iwaizumi are the only ones who can even attempt receiving those left-handed spikes — but Shiratorizawa has all these tall heavy-hitters, and only one of them gets to shine.

You're the kind of useful idiot who's running all across the court to make sure Ushijima has enough energy to spare for all five potential sets. And you don't stop or think because with people like you, of natural talent and ability, flinging yourself at the ball wherever it goes is about enough.

Up front, he gets to face you head-on and it's better because it doesn't seem as impossible. Again, taking notes is something he does almost unconsciously, even if only to help him read the game better. He likes to think he knows he's good enough of a setter to hone a sense for these things. The two third-years rush to attempt to wall Ushijima, but from the toss, the only person who spikes that high, from that position, is...

When Oikawa blocks you, it feels like you're trying to break his arms. His hands sting, but it doesn't matter because the ball makes it back to your side of the court, and the pain doesn't matter either because he's endured worse just to make this happen.

He lets out a dramatic ouch before he flicks his fingers and your mouth parts open in surprise. Do you have to be so shocked that he managed to stop you. How conceited-

"Woah, that's awesome," you say, looking at him through the net.

"Eh?"

You point at your teammate. "You read his ass!"

He blinks. Once more, "Eh?!"

Begrudgingly, days after that stupid, familiar, devastating feeling of losing a match right at the finals, Oikawa admits to himself he finds it a shame that someone like you has to play second fiddle to Ushijima. But maybe he just hates him and hates you a little less.

___

"Could you stop staring at their number twelve like a pervert all the time?" asks Iwaizumi. Casually.

It's another practice match. Tendou Satori tells you something while you're holding your water bottle, then you squeeze it and water squirts straight into your eye. Tendou all but dies laughing until Semi Eita smacks him on the neck and scolds him, though it hardly seems to phase him.

He's not ogling you or anything. You look stupid, is all.

"Wh- I never did such a thing! Stop being trashy."

"Says Trashykawa."

Oikawa pretends to flip his fringe. "You don't have to be jealous."

With his usual pout on his face, Iwaizumi looks a touch more incredulous than usual when he raises his eyebrows. "Jealous?"

"I understand you want my attention all the time." He grabs Iwaizumi by the shoulder and sighs like this is some kind of Shakespearean play. "But you don't need to act out-"

Just before Iwaizumi is about to call him a dumbass, which is his usual repertoire when it comes to insulting him, Mattsun and Makki join the conversation with intentions of ruining Oikawa's day. Apparently they'd overheard all that. Hanamaki whistles and says, "Fraternizing with the enemy, aren't we?"

"No fraternizing is going on," Matsukawa says with a shit-eating grin. "I think that's the kinda thing that's supposed to go both ways."

"Ooh, savage," supplies Makki with a snicker. Jerk. It's not funny.

"Like I'd want [L/n]'s Shiratorizawa cooties." Oikawa crosses his arms, and he means it in full seriousness when he says this.

"Shiratorizawa cooties," repeats Iwaizumi, like he's trying to get him to understand how ridiculous he sounds. "Why are you an overgrown baby?"

"Besides, I didn't even know that person's name, but you do," Matsukawa adds.

"Wah! Stop ganging up on me!" Oikawa covers his ears and Iwaizumi gestures towards him with a shake of his head as if to say, 'See, an overgrown baby,' and Matsukawa and Hanamaki nod as if to answer, 'Yeah, an overgrown baby.' "You big bullies, I'm telling!"

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes.

"Telling?" Hanamaki asks. "Are you twelve?"

___

Oikawa never had any expectations to see you outside of a court, much less at this time of night. He's a few steps away from school when you appear into view, running, and then you halt when you notice him. At least you're as quick to recognize him as he is to you, so Matsukawa could eat that.

He's not sure if greeting you would be appropriate. It'd be cordial, yes, but you're on opposing teams and he's kind of notorious for being unable to stand your ace. Not like you leave him any time to think about his decision because you make your way in front of him. "Why are you out so late?"

"You are, too!" he says, though he doesn't have much reason to sound annoyed.

"I was out on a jog."

"All the way out here? Are you stalking me? Are you a fan?" he taunts, even though it's obvious you've crossed paths with him by accident.

The cleverness of him throwing back your words at you seems to escape you, and if it doesn't you don't care enough to acknowledge it or be impressed. "You're still wearing your uniform," you say. "Were you practicing 'till now?"

Oikawa doesn't see how that's any of your business. "Observant, aren't we?"

"Not really," you say with an impish grin. "I'm pretty dull."

You seem like such a happy person, but he figures it must be easy when you're on the side that wins all the time and when you've made it onto the list of most promising rookies despite playing for less than a year. Not that Oikawa's name isn't there, but this is different.

"What do you want?"

"I'm curious about you."

He's a bit dumbfounded by that.

"You talked to me at the Inter Highs before."

"So?"

"So," you say. "That means you're curious about me too, right?"

"No, I'm not. You're projecting," he whines and his tone is all defensive. "I'm going now," he finishes lamely.

"Bye-bye. Take it easy, alright?"

Like you're one to talk. You make some of the most exaggerated movements he's ever seen and put too much force in both your spikes and your serves and it's probably not even a big deal. Your concern pisses him off.

___

Oikawa makes it to second year without ever going to nationals. But it's fine, they'll get two more chances to try, or at least that's what he settles on telling himself. Another year means another practice match, and another, and another, and what that means is more chances to see Ushijima's annoying mug. He scoffs when Iwaizumi tells him to behave.

"I'm not your dog, Iwa-chan, you brute," he pretends to cry.

"Please spare me the embarrassment."

There are some changes, of course. High school teams rarely resemble what they used to be by the time another season rolls around. He watches you hound some newbie along with Tendou during break. The number on the back of your shirt now reads seven instead of twelve. You push yourself up and down the bench with your leg while Tendou is having the time of his life bothering whoever this guy is.

"You can't seriously be doing homework right now, Shirabu," you say.

"Not all of us can stay in this school with a sports scholarship," he says as his pen flits across whatever exercise sheet he's filling out even faster than before, maybe just to spite you.

"You're such a nerd." Tendou covers his mouth to laugh.

"You're a smartypants," you add, and then you high five each other, much to Shirabu's chagrin.

"Oh, you thought you did something," he says before he throws his pen at you, or at least he tries to, but you catch it before it can poke you in the eye. That's some killer aim, you think.

"A souvenir! From our precious underclassman!" Tendou exclaims before he comes closer to examine it like it's a mystical artifact. "Lucky."

"Hey, actually, can you give it back?" asks Shirabu, flustered, and it doesn't suit the stern expression he's trying to pull off at all. "I don't have anything else to write with."

This isn't at all riveting. Oikawa doesn't know why he's always observing.

___

Oikawa hatefully watches Semi set for Ushijima across the field even though what they're doing is innocuous. Everyone else went back already, but he finds himself sitting on his ass in the middle of Shiratorizawa's open yard, taking dramatic sips of water here and there, maybe waiting for someone to notice his sulking. What his reasons for staying are, even he doesn't know. Perhaps he's waiting to discover Ushijima's secret weakness.

He was tossing to you before this, actually, just to see what it was like, but then you started kicking the ball around, not letting it touch the ground. His gaze flickers back to you, and he thinks you're an asshole because you've been at this for longer than ten minutes.

"Do you like my moves?" you ask, once you notice his attention is back on you.

Oikawa considers it. "No," he says, then drinks some more water for emphasis. "Why'd you quit soccer?"

"Wanted to try something new," you say. "Why do you care so much about me playing soccer?"

"Doesn't it piss you off being in Ushijima's shadow? You seem like such an attention hog on the court."

He bursts out laughing when your legs tangle and you almost lose your balance and trip over nothing. Though you're still on your feet, somehow, the ball falls down and rolls away. "Ushijima is," you start, like nothing happened, and Oikawa laughs at you some more, "the best." And then he stops laughing.

"I'm sure he is," he settles on, but makes sure his tone is sarcastic enough so that you know he disagrees.

"I love it."

He pouts. "You love it?"

"Yeah," you say. "I like to compete with him. He doesn't take me seriously, though. It was so boring in soccer. I was the best player in the prefecture junior leagues."

Oikawa's eye twitches.

"I know you hate Ushijima."

"And? Everyone knows that," he says, not unlike a petulant child.

"You don't need to get so wrung up over some losses."

Oh yeah? That's easy for you to say, he thinks with a scowl, before he figures it must be a good time to leave.

___

Semi is a much more competent setter than the old one, but Oikawa can't say that brings him any comfort, exactly. When they lose finals again, he can only see Ushijima staring at him with the same distanced look on his face. Like it's natural, like it's not a big deal.

You got six service ace points overall and goaded about it until Ushijima outdid you. Tendou told you to take your sausage party to the locker rooms before going out to celebrate later, and Oikawa had to listen to you argue with him about whether he's a twink or not on the way out of the gymnasium.

You're... competing with Ushijima in your own way, just like he is, aren't you?

___

Oikawa can't say Iwaizumi didn't warn him. Even wrestled and dragged him out of the gym a few times, but that's beside the point. He trained harder because it was obvious there was something he was lacking. Overcompensating. Still, he has an injured knee now, and he's going to be out of commission for a few weeks.

There is nothing he hates more than sitting back on the bench and watching a practice match. Too lost in thought, he almost bumps into you on the way up the stairs, and when he snaps out of his trance, he sees your hand is hovering in front of him. Then his focus adjusts completely and he sees the seven on your shirt is now a two.

He looks at you like you're an alien.

"Heard your leg got fucked up," you elaborate, though you don't see why offering help is something that needs an explanation.

For a second his face seems blank, until he reaches out to wrap his fingers around yours and announces, "Sure. I love getting treated like a prince."

You tilt your head because you really do not understand his character sometimes, but then you smile as usual. "Like a prince? Just for this? You're so silly."

"Hey! Are you laughing at me right now? I dare you to tell me you're laughing at me."

You help him up nonetheless, and Mattsun and Makki make scandalized expressions at him in the background just to be annoying.

___

"What are you doing here?" asks Oikawa in an accusatory voice like he just exposed you for doing something incriminating.

Like it isn't obvious what you're doing.

"Uh," you gesture at Minako, who's holding onto your sleeve and who Oikawa knows because she's friends with Takeru, mind you, "walking my cousin to volleyball practice?"

Minako cranes her neck to look up at you and asks, "So you know the creepy man?" while pointing at Oikawa.

"Hey!" Oikawa protests.

At the same time, Takeru snickers and says, "Is this your dumb older cousin, Minako?"

"Hey," you protest, too, looking the tiniest bit embarrassed for what feels like the first time.

"Yeah!" She beams at him in confirmation, which isn't really helping your case. "I'm gonna be even better than [Y/n] at volleyball, believe it."

"Sure, Naruto," you say with a roll of your eyes.

Oikawa is pretty eager to pretend the toddlers didn't just have a roast session on both of your asses, so moving swiftly on, he squints and asks, "How come I've never seen you around?"

Minako and Takeru rush to greet Coach Ukai, who they find cooler than you and him combined.

"I don't really hang around."

He rubs his chin as if you're suspicious. "Then what do you do?"

"Go to the gym or go for a jog. Come back. Pick her up." Then you raise your eyebrows, wondering why he's acting like you just committed a crime. "What do you do?"

"Take photos, duh," he says in his usual snotty tone.

For some reason, you struggle when trying to picture him doing that, but you lower your eyelids before your lips quirk up in something more teasing than usual. "Well, aren't you sentimental," you say and adjust the strap of your gym bag around your shoulder. "Sure, you know what? I can watch, too."

Your thigh is pressing against his on the bench. Affection feels bitter in Oikawa's stomach, and so, he asks, "How were nationals last year?" even though he knows full well Shiratorizawa didn't win. Not that you'd care, anyhow.

"Not bad," you say, then you smirk and glance at him from the corner of your eye. "Same old, same old."

He frowns and huffs.

"You took a dig at me first."

"Yeah, but gallows humor is only funny when you're in the gallows, you know?" Oikawa punches you on the shoulder with a cry.

"Maybe," you allow. "Your team's good. I think we played worse guys there once or twice."

"That doesn't make me feel any better, in case you're wondering."

"Sometimes," you fiddle with the drawstrings on your shorts, "when Coach puts me out, and I'm looking at the game from the sidelines, I kinda root for you instead."

At this, Oikawa punches you on the shoulder even harder, then whines some more. "I don't need your dumb pity either."

You've got a charming smile and he really, really hates that about you. Among other things.

___

It doesn't stop Shiratorizawa from winning Inter Highs again, but Oikawa thinks they were in their prime last year, with Semi as the setter. Not that Shirabu is bad — he's not — but it's like he's always shielding himself behind Ushijima. So it makes their loss feel all the more despairing.

Oikawa really doesn't need your dumb pity. You talk with him every week when Minako and Takeru go to Lil' Tykes, so what? That doesn't mean he hates you any less for always winning, or for jumping higher than him, or for being more flexible, or for hitting harder serves, or for having a stronger block.

So why you're trying to hug him right now is beyond him.

"Away with you." He waves his hand to shoo you and backs away with this grimace on his face that almost convinces you you're diseased. "You're all sweaty and gross."

"Be nice," chides Iwaizumi before he slaps him on the back of his head with a towel and disappears down the hall. He's probably hurrying to cry in the locker rooms. Not that Oikawa doesn't do it, too.

"A girl from cheer told me she likes it when I get all sweaty after a game."

Oikawa covers his mouth in abject horror and disgust. "Ew?"

"What? I'm sure someone thinks that about you too."

"You're appalling," he says in the most distressed voice he can muster, ducking out of the way again once you attempt to go for a second embrace.

___

There are several ways something can go wrong. Actually, Oikawa isn't ready for things to go so wrong this soon.

You're going down the stairs to leave the building after your win, Tendou and Semi trailing behind you. Oikawa is going up the stairs to look for Hanamaki, who had disappeared to god knows where. He didn't cry in the locker rooms, so it was possible he chose the toilet as his brooding spot. Or maybe if he's feeling cinematic, he could be on the rooftop. Though that isn't really his style.

You reach out to give him a high-five in passing and he's reluctant to return the gesture.

Oikawa doesn't quite see how it happens.

Maybe you slipped? All he knows is that you lose your footing and barrel down seven sets of stairs mid-step, landing straight on your left leg, and then stumble onto the other one. Oikawa and Tendou both reach out their hands like they're trying to catch you, but you already fell.

You jostle a little where you stand, but it doesn't occur to you that something might be wrong after the initial flinch. If any noise came out, the impact must've drowned it out.

"Shit, are you okay?" Semi asks, hurrying down.

"I'm cool," you say, then you take a step forward, and sharp, searing pain shoots up your leg. Immediately, you fall down to your knees and start sobbing like you can't bear it.

Tendou joins to help you up and they support you with their shoulders on the way to the nurse. Not that she could do much to help with that, probably. Oikawa gawps at the spot long after everything has passed like he's in a stupor.

But it's going to be fine, right? You're one of the most physically resilient people he has ever met. Surely he's overreacting.

___

You feel kind of stupid laying down in a hospital room with a cast on your leg. Like when something of exaggerated destructive force happens in a cartoon and then two characters who hate each other have to occupy adjacent beds. Actually, you feel kind of stupid all the time, so maybe this isn't that different.

Tendou visits you a day after your surgery. Almost like he's mad at you, he throws something and you catch it before it can smack you in the face. "You've got an admirer. Which, fuck you, by the way."

"Oh, is it from Yui?" You wiggle your eyebrows since you know this will piss him off. The two of you have been having this debate for half a year.

"No!" Tendou says, giving you the stink-eye. "And you keep your grubby paws away from her. If you scare her away like Saeko-chan, we'll never get a cute manager to pass us bottles before we graduate."

Yui is the latest candidate for the manager position. The last one, Saeko, tucked in tail after the first half of her trial week, though you think it was unlikely Coach Washijo would approve her application. He's always nit-picking.

"You freaked her out by showing her your Goku voodoo doll. I didn't do anything."

"No, you scared her away by showing her the rotten sandwich in your locker," Tendou argues before he pulls the chair backwards and sits on it with his arms crossed. You laugh when you remember the incident. She looked kind of confused when you first told her to 'come smell the sandwich,' but you're pretty sure she ended up thinking it was funny. Maybe. "Anyway, that's from Oikawa."

"Yeah, I can... tell," you say, examining the envelope. Not that you're the guess monster between the two of you, but it's pretty obvious since it's labeled 'From: Oikawa Tooru ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*' on the front.

He sighs and slouches almost all the way down his chair. "I wish Iwaizumi would dote on me."

"You've got a thing for aces?"

"What'd he get you?"

"Chocolates," you say. You're not sure if you're allowed to eat that. You certainly didn't when you were on an eating regime for sports, but that's not relevant right now. 'Get better soon (╯3╰)' was written on the inside, so he hadn't even bothered to get a piece of paper. It's pretty shoddy, all things considered.

But you appreciate the gesture... Kinda.

"He came during practice looking for you and I was on the way, so." He shrugs. "Anyway, how's it lookin'? When are you coming back? The old man was bugging me about it."

"Oh," you say with a wry smile. "I'm finished, I'm afraid."

Seeing genuine surprise on Tendou's face, of all people, is rather rare. Maybe you would've eviscerated your ankle earlier if you knew. He sits straight up again to stare at you. "Wait, huh?"

You stare back at him.

"That's really not funny," he says with a forced laugh before he pats you on the shoulder. "You're always such a jokester. Now tell me, really, when's it gonna heal?"

"They said 'cause I was already under a lot of strain before it happened, it probably won't go back to the way it used to be. So."

Tendou isn't really sure what to do. He's not good at these kinds of things.

"Would it make you feel better if I drew a dick on your cast?"

"I mean, shit. Maybe you should write me a Hail Mary, too."

With a salute, he promises, "On it."

___

Oikawa sees you for the first time again after a little over a month following what happened. You're about to leave with Minako and he hadn't noticed before because you were sitting next to him on the bench, but he can see it in the way you walk.

It's not like it's hard for him to make observations. You're easily the most dynamic person in Shiratorizawa alongside maybe Tendou, while the rest of them are stiff. Quick on your feet, what-have-you.

Your limping isn't as bad as he expected it to be considering apparently they took off your cast not too long ago, but his gaze lingers on the way you're slightly dragging your foot across the pavement.

Minako pulls on your fingers and yells out your name.

"Hm?"

"Can you carry me?"

"Sorry," you say. They told you to lay off the weights, and you're already carrying both of your bags. "Can't."

"You suck!"

You laugh at her and flick her forehead.

"Uh," Oikawa starts. He thinks about the time he had a sprain and you helped him up the stairs, and he wants to offer to do the same, but the words don't wretch their way out of his throat. Besides, he has to get Takeru home, and... "See you around."

At finals, preferably.

"See ya." You give him a peace sign.

"What was that?" asks Takeru in a judgemental tone. "Lame."

___

There are several ways something can go wrong in life. It always has to be all ironic and shit.

This isn't how this was supposed to go.

You're sitting on the steps outside, hunched over with a fizzy drink in hand. Oikawa plops down next to you and he can recognize the Shiratorizawa uniform shorts anywhere, but you're wearing a random shirt and some tracksuit along with it. "Isn't it a bit cold to be sitting out here like this?"

"Whatever," you say, eyes flitting over to him. "The fuck are you dressed like a journalist for?"

"Gah! Don't be mean, I couldn't find my contacts in the morning," Oikawa cries before he adjusts his glasses.

You always seemed like such a happy person, smiley and cheery and air-headed.

"Why weren't you on the bench?" he asks when you don't follow up with anything.

"I guess you wouldn't know," you say. "I got kicked out of the team a few weeks ago."

This isn't how the finals were supposed to go — it should've been you and him playing inside, and then Shiratorizawa would've lost, and Ushijima would've bowed down to him, and you would've put your head in your hands and said, 'Oh, damn!' or something.

He traces your leg with his eyes and stops when he sees the way your knee cap juts out way more than it did before. "I'm sorry about your... injury," he says, because there really isn't much else to make of this.

You purse your lips and shrug. It goes without saying that you've lost, well, everything. Your biggest hope of getting into university was the stupid sports scholarship, and Oikawa has overheard those morons Tendou and Semi tease you for your abysmal grades more than enough.

"I think I'll try chess next," you joke and your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes.

"You'd probably be good at it. Maybe Shiratorizawa would have won if you were there," he concedes. He doesn't have any preferences on who wins between the two pains in his ass, so speculating isn't any more miserable than the current reality.

"Probably not." You pick your ear. "I really hate how Shirabu sets."

"Semi's better than him," agrees Oikawa in a mild tone, and you take another sip of whatever crap you're drinking.

Oikawa isn't half as cruel as he likes to believe he is. He thought — had really, really hoped in a way that's selfish and naive — if this were to happen, he would've felt vindicated. To see someone with an advantage over him get punished for it. But it did and he doesn't, and he thinks if it was Ushiwaka instead of you, he wouldn't have been content with it either.

You're just some dumb kids with dreams, after all. Be it your stupid desire to conquer every sport you can get your hands on or his desperation to make it to nationals at least once, to prove himself.

And really, Oikawa isn't as wronged by fate as he makes it out to be, either. He can still go for it.

You can't.

___

I got my leg fucked the same way reader does in this fic, broke both of them actually, and while one of them is fine, the other one that took the brunt of the it never healed properly lmao

#oikawa x reader #oikawa imagine #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa tooru x you #one shot

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morosefrogs · 1 year

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Canon Headcanons

Happy new year! I've been seeing a lot of Haikyuu!! headcanons recently and NONE of them are canon... that's the whole point though, ... isn't it? So, for my, and others' sake, I will write some CANON headcanons!

(these are completely random).

- Oikawa really did try his best to bring both him and his team to nationals.

- Kenma and Kuroo slowly drifted apart over the years and are no longer as close as they used to be in middle school-- Kuroo is devastated about it and Kenma is constantly blaming himself for it and thinks it was because he was too boring. (NOT a ship)

- Ushijima and Kageyama have tried to make themselves more approachable.

- Yamaguchi is very insecure about his freckles and has tried multiple times in the past (mainly in middle school) to cover them up with makeup.

- Tendou hates himself, a lot, and absolutely despises mirrors and looking into them. In middle school he actually punched one during a mental breakdown and shattered the mirror and broke his finger(s).

- Tsukishima is actually very popular with the girls, so if Yamaguchi were to receive a love letter, he would automatically assume it's for Tsukki because the girls are too afraid to go up to Tsukishima themselves because he's not very approachable-

- Hinata hates losing, we all know this. So when he loses, even if it wasn't his fault, he'll assume it was and he'll actually yell at himself to do better and push himself even harder-- he will sometimes push himself too far and get sick and or overexert himself.

- Kiyoko hates compliments because they are always about her looks and never about her personality.

- Oikawa is a very clingy person because he is scared to be alone-- it's a really big fear of his.

- Nishi doesn't actually love Kiyoko-- he just wants to protect her and keep her safe from other guys so no one would take her from Tanaka (Tanaka isn't aware of this).

- Even with all of his MANY fangirls, Oikawa still feels very alone.

- Akaashi is so used to Bokuto yelling all the time and being loud, that when Bokuto graduates from his third year of high school, Akaashi would break down because it's so quiet without Bokuto.

- Tsukishima doesn't trust or open up to anyone-- not even Yamaguchi.

- Yamaguchi loves floppy and soft french fries!

- Tsukki would be the best at calming someone down during a panic attack; aside from Suga.

- Suna was never really showed affection as a kid, as his parents were never really around due to their jobs; so he is very touch starved.

- Bus rides with the Karasuno boys are A M A Z I N G! They are usually blasting music, scream-singing along, playing card games, and you better bet there is a lot of gossiping.

- Suga and Yamaguchi take the neatest notes, their handwriting-- immaculate.

- Kageyama can play "The Knife Game" and almost game Suga and Asahi a legitimate heart attack.

- Noya can 100% breakdance and is really good at it.

- Saltysaurus sleeps with his socks on.

- Tsukki can't swim.

#haikyuu!!#headcanon

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twinkinspector · 1 year

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Tendou Tendou Tendou!! Please friend I just know he drips like sticky sweet syrup over a stack of fluffy pancaaaaaaakes!!

I volunteer to be the pancakes 🥞

obsessed w this i'm kissing ur brain <3

tendou has a few factors involved in his leak analysis! 1. i feel like he's touch-starved. and 2. he is soooooo easily excitable!!

leak frequency: insanely high. he gets a kick out of bantering and play fighting and joking around, but that's also something he's really attracted to!! he literally starts leaking when u laugh at his jokes i swear

leak quantity: because his leak frequency is so high, his leak quantity is actually perfect??? he leaks a little during day-to-day stuff but when you touch him, it's like syrup on pancakes!!!!!! ty for that visual because now i need to go walk around the block or something

LEAK LEVEL: 10/10.

#evening q #tendourot #leak levels #highposting

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two-gays-in-a-trenchcoat · 2 years

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Half-Incubus!Tendou x reader

no thoughts head empty only touch-starved half-incubus tendou wanting cuddles -osa

In the middle of a chilly December night, you had your window open just a crack to let the frigid air in, so that you might cuddle up in your blankets. you had been fast asleep, enjoying the warmth of your bed, until something caused you to stir. you groggily shifted awake, half-opening your eyes, only seeing the dark of your bedroom, and the narrow crack in the window letting just a sliver of light in.

There's nothing there, you thought. I might as well go back to sleep…

You rolled over onto your side, content to nestle into your blankets and let sleep envelop you, until you felt a cold hand slipping onto your waist.

At once, your eyes shot open, prepared to scream but a hand covered your mouth. You were met with wide, piercing eyes that sent a jolt of fear to your heart.

“Relax, it’s just me.”

Your struggling slowed to a stop as you recognized the voice, and the eyes. you yanked the cold hand from your mouth, glaring.

“Jesus Christ, Tendou,” you whispered. “You gave me a heart attack. What the hell are you doing here?”

Instead of answering, he opted to stretch out, wrapping his long, bare arms around your waist, pulling himself closer. Instinctively, you hugged him to your chest. His skin was freezing to the touch, and he was only wearing a T-shirt.

“How’d you even get in?” You asked.

He lazily smirked up at you. “Half-incubus, remember? Magicking through cracks in windows in the dark of night is kind of a specialty.”

You huffed. “Right. But still, what are you even doing here?”

“I got kicked out, and I’ve been outside in the cold for hours. I needed somewhere to stay.”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

He cocked his head. “What?”

“That is a fat lie right there.”

He sighed, and nuzzled his head into your neck. “Do I have to tell the truth? You might not let me stay…”

“If you don’t tell me, I won’t let you stay either way.”

For a moment, there was silence. And when he did answer, his voice was soft, muffled against your shoulder.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

Your voice caught, and whatever response you had planned died on your tongue. Instead, you let him lay there, curled up into your warmth. He sighed, and you could feel the fluttering of his eyelashes on your skin.

“Do you think,” Tendou started, “You could do that thing that you did the other day? With…. With my hair, maybe?”

You already knew what he was talking about. you tightened your hold around him, and your hands found their way into his hair and up and down his back. He gave a deep, almost violent shudder at your touch, followed by a shaky sigh as your nails scratched against his scalp.

You could feel the bumps and ridges of his spine as you caressed your hand along his back, as well as the hard, cordy muscles that twitched under your fingers. His hair, devoid of its typical styling gel, was smooth and dry, freshly washed. As you continued to hold him and touch him, you could feel him melting in your arms, relaxing and sighing.

“You couldn’t sleep, huh?” You hummed. “So you came here.”

“...Yeah.”

“Why?”

He shuddered hard once more as your fingers wound in and up from the bottom of his hair, and tucked his face into your collarbone. “Honestly? I… haven’t been able to get a good night’s sleep for a while. And when you did this, it just felt so nice, and I was so relaxed… I thought it might help.”

“Well, does it help?”

You tugged at his hair, and he released another shaky sigh.

“Yes,” Tendou breathed. “A lot.”

Your legs tangled together, and his long frame threatened to overrun the small twin bed. But he curled into you just right, fitting near perfectly. His eyes were closed, and you could tell he was beginning to drift off.

“And this,” you whispered. “We’re cuddling like this as ‘just friends’?”

“Yeah,” Tendou yawned. “Just friends. You’re just… helping a friend fall asleep.”

You smirked when a shiver followed his words, caused by your running your hands along his sides.

“Sure. Just friends.”

In just a few moments, he was fast asleep, breathing deep and even, body completely relaxed and void of the usual tension he held. Your hand stilled, but you didn’t move it from where it rested tangled in his hair.

*note: this is part 1.5 of my tendou series, read part 1 here if you’d like

Commissions open! Check out my page for details :)

#fluff #hq x reader #hq fluff #x reader #haikyuu #tendou #hq tendou #tendou satori #tendo #tendou satori x reader #tendou x you #romance #scenario #cute tendou #touch starved tendou #cuddling #cuddle scenario #cuddly tendou

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introloves · 4 years

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*Basically purrs and leans into your touch as you're playing with his hair, breathing in your scent as he keep his eyes closed* Kinda hard to think about anything else when you're in my arms, Kitty.

*Reaches around you to intertwine his large fingers with yours and pulls it to his lips to place a gentle kiss to your small knuckle before bringing it back down to wrap around your waist* Let's see, I'm thinking about how tiny you are in my arms, how right it feels for our warm skin to touch, and how well your little pussy took me in. The way you whined so beautifully when I’m fucking you is something I’ll never forget, especially cuz I’ll use that memory to touch myself when you’re not here with me.

What’s on your mind? Better not be some other guy especially since I’ve just fucked u so well.

-Satori

*your words feel like a fire, makes me burn up, i’m still sensitive and your words make me flinch just a little, i breathe- trying to calm myself down, i ground myself with giving your hand a couple of squeezes, almost going crazy with how the purr of your voice gets me going again, after you just fucked me so good*

you have a way with words baby, makes me feel good, you’re gunna use the memory of my pussy to get off hm? i like that a lot.

you’re all that i’m thinking about right now, i don’t think i can, you’re going to get tired of me now that i had a taste. i don’t think i’ll ever want another cock that’s not yours.

#— tendō. 🐥#i’m— god plssss i want a satori so baddddddddd want him to kissss meeeeeeee call me a good girl #i’m actually going crazy #yeah tomorrow i’m going on a tendou writing spree #there are tears in my eyes i’m so touched starved

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himbofan · 2 years

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haikyuu boys reacting to you hugging them for the first time

everyone likes to talk about first kisses, but i think first hugs are just as heartwarming. feeling the way the other persons body fits around yours and taking in their smell for the first time… :,) i just love pre-relationship pining 🤌🤌🤌 but no tsukki cause i’m working a bigger fic for him 😳

cw: fluff, gn!reader

prompt: running up to them after they win a game and hugging them for the first time

characters: bokuto, kuroo, tendou, asahi, atsumu, iwaizumi

bokuto kotaro

surprised at first, but the surprise quickly melts into a huge grin as he wraps his arms around you

his hugs are all encompassing, big arms trapping you to his chest so you can smell nothing but him

riding the high of adrenaline from the game, he decides to lift you in one of those spinny hugs

his heart is definitely racing, but he plays off the embarrassment by laughing and smiling like he always does

will definitely try to find excuses to hug all the time you now that he knows he can, and he will sulk if you refuse

akaashi gives you a thumbs up in the background

kuroo tetsurou

also surprised, but quickly recovers from it with a smooth comment “oh? did I really do that well today?” and returns the hug with a sincere smile

if it was a particularly stressful or intense match, he won’t say anything and just hold you tightly

gives those good good hugs where one hand is on the small of your back and the other is on the back of your head to keep you pinned to him

will take this as permission to touch you casually, like poking your arms or resting his arm on your head (if you’re shorter)

will pout if you don’t give him a hug after every game from now on

tendou satori

is very surprised, he’s used to being ostracized so having someone willingly show affection towards him is rare

it takes him a second to register that yes, you are hugging him of your own volition

i imagine tendou to be touch starved as hell, so he holds you like you’re the last thing on earth

will ask you for more hugs at random times not during games because he simply can’t get enough

i don’t have as much to say about miracle boy i just wanna give him a big hug 🥺

azumane asahi

congrats you broke him

no but really, his face is fully red and his expression is indescribable

constantly debating on where to put his hands, overthinking the smallest things like “oh no what if i’m too sweaty and they think i’m gross”

just look up at him and give him a big smile and his heart will melt

his hugs are gentle, warm and comforting; you feel protected from the outside world

he blushes when you make eye contact with him for the next few weeks

suga and daichi will definitely tease the hell out of him later

miya atsumu

he is a fiery guy, so he can get caught up with the flow of intense emotions, especially after a match

this means he actually goes to hug you first once he spots you

he hugs you like it’s second nature, there’s no surprise or hesitation

atsumu gives complete hugs that feel like your bodies are two matching puzzle pieces, there’s no awkward spaces or gaps

another passionate guy like bokuto, he will pick you up and spin you around with a giant smile

definitely starts using a ton of causal contact afterwards, hugs and headpats n stuff

iwaizumi hajime

is definitely surprised, he expected all of the attention to be on oikawa

his face is a little red, but the deep color of his ears betray all his embarrassment

this man is ripped so you know his arms are thick asf 😩 makes for the best hugs

another breathtaking hug-giver, his arms snake around your waist and circle firmly on your back

he buries his face in your neck to hide his embarrassment, but the adrenaline dulls and he suddenly remembers that he’s sweaty

pulls away quickly and apologizes with averted eyes, but oikawa is already taking pictures and giggling (cut to volleyball hitting him in the face)

he’ll definitely be a lil more blushy and conscious in your presence, but doesn’t mind if you ask him for a hug now and then

authors note: hello thank you for reading! i'm super critical of my own work so it takes a while for things to actually get posted lol thanks for sticking around

feel free to pop in my ask box with other characters you might wanna see for something like this :) ill try my best!! or if u wanna just say hi!

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ozetia · 3 years

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Haikyuu boys favourite cuddling position

He’s the big spoon. His left arm is lowered under your neck, hand cupping your boob, face nuzzled into your neck. He lets his right hand trace over your side. He prefers making small talk when cuddling, he wants to hear about your day and what plans you have coming up but he also wants to take in his surroundings and have quality time with you.

Akaashi, Daichi, Fukunaga, Aone, Goshiki

He’s the little spoon. He lays on his stomach with you by his side. Your leg is draped over him and free arm placed on his back. His face is placed inbetween your tits. After a really bad day being the little spoon hits differently for him, he’s emotional and needy. He’s can’t talk when he’s head first in your tits instead he rubs your sides in silence.

Tendou, Lev, Nishinoya, Kenma, Koganegawa

On his stomach. You’re length ways on the sofa, faces side ways watching television. One of his arms around you holding you into place leaving no room for you to escape, his other arm proudly on your ass giving you cheeky butt grabs every now and then. He’s loud when cuddling, if you’re watching a movie be prepared for a 40 minute talk about the “secret back story.” You end up falling asleep to the rhythm of his breathing and he ends up suffocating you with a bear hug.

Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Konoha, Shirabu, Sugawara

All cuddle positions are the best. Side by side, close hugs, butt pillow, lap pillow etc. He’ll cuddle you any time of week as much as he possibly can. He’s attention starved and can’t wait to get his hands on you. He’s talkative depending on the day and mood, he just wants to touch you.

Yamaguchi, Kai, Oikawa, Hinata, Bokuto, Ushijima

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nishiannoya · 3 years

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...𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖

18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI

f!reader x tendou satori, long read, smut, pwp, language, just a tiny bit of angst & hurt/comfort, a dash of humor, roomies to lovers, clingy tendou, touch starved, cuddle therapy, coercion-ish? (just tendou being mindful really), dry humping, f!dom-ish, good ol' consensual boning, praise kink, 'good/sweet boy,' dirty talk, little bit of possession, creampie, reader is on bc, implied switch!tendou, (8.1k word count)

۞ completely unaware are you that he thought it'd be great having a cute girl like you for a roommate at first and then almost instantly regretted it after 2 weeks of realizing that it's actual torture, and continued to live in agony.

You moved into Tendou's apartment at the end of sophomore year at university. You were looking to move out of your family's home to gain some independence when you checked the school classified forums for any room postings. Tendou's caught your interest for being relatively cheap, close enough to bike to your usual side of the campus, and being one of the few places not notorious for gang activity.

You met with him to check out the space and were happy to find Tendou's energy quite pleasant to be around. His place was fairly neat and you'd have your own bathroom. The only possible con to moving in was that you thought he was kind of cute, but you convince yourself that probably nothing would happen and that he might be gay for all you know, and so you shake hands and started moving your stuff in the next weekend.

That was all nearly a year ago, now you feel comfortably settled in. You figure out that Tendou's definitely not completely gay after spotting a few different women and the occasional man (sometimes even 2 people at a time) leaving your apartment on your way home from your part-time job at the local hotpot restaurant from time to time. Not that it matters, you two seem to have nearly opposite schedules and you rarely are awake or around the apartment at the same time. You mostly communicate via text and even still it's mostly generic things - "I'm at the store. Do we need paper towels?" or "The landlord said they're working on some plumbing issues so we might not have water for a bit." It's a rather nice living situation though and you have no complaints and are really enjoying life away from your family.

And then the pandemic hits. First, all of your classes go online, next the hotpot restaurant boards up, and then it's advised to not go outside unless absolutely necessary. Slowly your schedule starts to line up more with Tendou's, starting with waking up earlier and drinking coffee together. You learn more about his daily activities and that he's anxious to go back and see his friends. You two start eating more meals together, though you notice he doesn't eat much for such a tall boy, but he does mindlessly eat candy when reading manga. Now you're spending most of your time with him, watching cartoons, playing video games, doing some YouTube workouts, and you really enjoy getting to know more about him and basking in his playful nature. It makes the lack of outside socialization much more bearable.

One day about 3 months into lockdown, you feel particularly cooped up and say 'fuck it.' You arm yourself with hand sanitizer and a mask and go out for a quick stroll around the block, just long enough to get some sunlight and maybe nod to someone on the opposite side of the street for some social variation. You're gone all but 20 minutes when you come back through the front door and see Tendou on the couch. He quickly looks in your direction and then looks away and wipe his face.

"You're back!" He says excitedly, but you notice a small crack in his voice. Moving closer towards him you see that his eyes and nose are a little red and the corners of his eyes are damp.

"I just went for a walk. Are you okay?" You ask with concern and immediately take a seat next to him after you take off your mask. You've never seen him look sad in all the time you lived with him, and your heart clenches at the sight of his pain.

He looks at you and the side of your leg pressing against his. He sniffs and wipes his eyes again as he shakes his head once.

"Just being stupid," he says with a chuckle.

"No way, if you're sad then tell me! We have to support each other," you huff and grab his forearm with your hands, making him jump a little but not pull away despite the surprise. You've been seeing countless headlines on your news feed about checking in on people's mental health during quarantine, and know not to ignore how even the most chipper of people are doing under pandemic pressures.

He sighs and leans back into the couch, debating whether he should open up to you. Even though the two of you have gotten closer lately, you still haven't had a deep conversation. He looks at you and sees your sincere eyes waiting patiently to aid him. You give his arm a reassuring squeeze and he decides that he can trust you.

"I- uh, came out from studying in my room and saw your room was empty and you weren't out here. Just kind of freaked out for a moment," he says and then hesitates. "The thought of you leaving and being gone was- it didn't feel good. I... got called creepy and a monster growing up. Sorta took me a while to find my place with people. Kinda dumb that it still gets to me sometimes. I don’t- ugh, I just don't want to be alone," he sighs and covers his face with his hands. "It's stupid. Told you, I'm just being stupid."

You frown, gritting your teeth as you process what he said.

"Don't be ridiculous!" You cry as- Wait, are you actually crying? Your lower lip trembles as you look at Tendou with big fat tears in your eyes. "I thought you were really c-cute and charming when I first met you. And I still think that even though your hair is getting shaggy!" You say as you feel your nose starting to get stuffed up already. You don't even notice him turn a little pink as he inspects the ends of his hair that have grown a few centimeters since the salon on the corner closed its doors.

"And I really like living here and making sweets with you and watching kid shows and doing those dance workouts even though they kick my ass. I don't know if I could stand living with anyone else during this pandemic," you ramble and the tears that roll down your cheeks burn just a little. "So I promise, I'm not going anywhere!"

He stays quiet for a moment, shocked and a little frightened to see you crying.

"Uhm, are you okay?" He asks and hands you a tissue from the table, blinking at you with wide eyes that seem just as concerned as they are surprised.

"Yes! I just apparently have some backed up emotions about this whole lockdown thing," you pout as you blot your eyes and wipe your nose. "And seeing you sad makes me sad too. I hate thinking that anyone could be cruel to you."

You feel Tendou shift and suddenly you're enveloped in his arms, the side of your face smushed against his chest and ear right over his drumming heartbeat. Perhaps you should feel surprised or nervous, but the warmth of his body is instantly soothing to you as you feel yourself relax into him despite the unexpected contact. Shyly you circle your arms around his waist and gently nuzzle your face against his hoodie, letting it soak up the remaining tears.

"This is nice," you say in a small voice. "Thank you, I missed hugs."

He agrees with you and squeezes you a little tighter which makes you hum in delight. You sigh and soften in his hold as you breathe in the scent of his products. Fresh. Cool. And just a little bit sweet. It makes you smile and sink further into his comfort.

Tendou's fingers start to trace small lazy lines on your back and suddenly you're more aware of his cheek resting on top of your head. You study his breath as you move along with his inhales and exhales. His heart beats steadily under his hoodie, having you wonder if it's always so strong or if he's growing aware of your bodies being so close, just as you are.

You tilt your head to look up at him and feel your cheeks warm when his hand rises between your shoulder blades as you meet his red eyes. A foreign shiver rattles up your spine. Seeing him this close, you note that he's even better looking than you thought. Your breath quickens a little and you struggle to keep yourself from thinking how easy it would be to just lean up and forward to kiss him. No, absolutely not an option, don't be a weirdo, you say to yourself.

"I- uhm...Wanna watch Dragonball Z?" You fumble nervously, trying to cool yourself down. At the start of quarantine you two had committed to the endeavor of watching Dragonball from start to finish to pass the time: A perfect distraction for the sudden fluttery feelings in your chest.

"Oh! Yeah, we're almost at the end of the Frieza arc," he says with an excited smile that makes you feel a little more at ease even though you also find it pretty damn adorable.

He lets you go and settles into the couch while you reach for the remote, body still feeling a little flush and you think maybe you shouldn't have been so hasty to separate yourself from him. No, you remind yourself, he's your roommate and you don't want to make things awkward—who knows how much longer lockdown will go on. You find your place in the streaming app and plop yourself against the cushions once you hit play.

"Um," Tendou's voice catches your attention and you glance over to see him looking at you shyly while scratching his cheek with his index finger. Your heart skips a beat at his visible nervousness and you wonder what's on his mind. His lower back is leaned against the armrest, body facing you still as he pinches the fabric of his black joggers.

“I was thinking- I was wondering- Nevermind. Uh, what shampoo do you use?” He fumbles with jittery fingers tapping on his leg.

You squint your eyes at him, ignoring his obvious distractor question.

“Do you, maybe...want to cuddle?” You ask slowly, making your best guess at what he actually wants without flustering him more. It makes your heart race when you see his neck go red all the way up to his ears. His mouth forms a little "oh" in surprise that you read him so easily.

“Yes! I mean, is that weird? We don’t have to. It felt really nice to have someone close and-” He rambles anxiously, but stops himself when you move toward him and lean back into his chest and between his legs. Your insides are fluttering about, but his comforting warmth at your back helps to settle the nerves.

“It’s fine. I like it, too,” you say as you tip your head back to give him a reassuring grin. You feel his adam's apple bob against your head before he smiles back at you a little bashfully. He relaxes some and slides his arms around your middle, elbows settled just below your breasts. You find yourself doing a nervous gulp as well when his hands take place at your sides and do your best to ignore how hot they feel even through your shirt. Just some friendly cuddles, you say to yourself and gently rest your arms on his. Trying to stick to your words, you fight the urge to run your fingers over his knuckles.

You try to concentrate on the show in front of you, though Goku's screaming does little to distract you from Tendou's fingertips that every so often twitch against you. Hopefully he doesn't notice your breath starting to increase. He smells so nice and it certainly doesn't help the thoughts in your head that are starting to race like a malfunctioning marquee.

You gulp again when he squeezes you just a little tighter to him when Frieza launches one of their attacks. He leans forward into your back, cheek resting against your head. He's so close, so warm, so lush with subtle affection that you find yourself greedily wanting more of. All you would have to do is rub your backside deliberately against him and- Holy shit, y/n. Chill. It's not that kind of situation.

Friends. You two are friends. Right? Even if you hadn't become close until the recent months, you've been in each other's space for a while now. That makes you friends? Something less? Something more? You don't even call him by his first name!

“Satori."

His name rolls off your tongue quietly with a sigh. You feel him tense around you and you realize that he heard you over the sound of the TV. Your breath stills when he loosens his hold a bit and leans his head forward to look at you from the side with curiosity and something else that you can't quite place.

“J-Just wanted to try it out, since we’re close enough for...this. Or is that- um, too familiar?” You stutter as your shoulders stiffen, feeling a little embarrassed with his ruby red eyes looking into you so closely.

“No- I mean, I call you by your name. I was just kind of shocked. You make it sound so nice,” he says and pulls you in a little tighter than before. You relax at his words even though his face is so much closer than before. Both of you smile and your heart flutters nervously at how attractive you find him right now. You've always thought he was cute, but in an admiring kind of way, not in a "I want all of you" kind of way.

“It is nice: Sa-to-ri,” you say softly with a giggle, breaking up the syllables to his name and making it sound almost like a little song. Your body feels so warm and alert as you turn your neck to look at him when he leans back again.

Oh!

Just one look says so much; eyes blinking widely at you, a shy smile twitching at his parted lips, a splash of pink that spills over the bridge of his nose and onto his cheeks, and his chest quietly but visibly heaving.

You reach for the remote and pause the show without breaking eye contact. Slowly you shift your weight to the side of your hip and gingerly place your hands on his chest, his heart thumping under your palms. If he were anyone else, you'd tease him for looking at you in such a way. He's not just anyone though, you realize.

When you think about it, he's been the perfect roommate and friend, always been so careful not to invade your space, and so attentive whenever you two would spend time together. You think of your friends ranting about their roommates and significant others, and really you have no complaints about Tendou. As embarrassing and terrifying as it is, you could see yourself surviving a few years of quarantining like this, save for one thing.

Painfully slow, you two gravitate towards one another, waiting for the other to stop or pull away. It's futile to think either of you could possibly resist what's happening. Your eyes drop to his lips, only a couple inches away from you now. You part your own, leaning your head just to the side and close your eyes as you press forward to close the gap.

It takes him a second to respond to the feeling of your lips on his. He wants to take a moment to think about it, though the feeling of your lips is too good, too soft to ignore. Completely unaware are you that he thought it'd be great having a cute girl like you for a roommate at first and then instantly regretted it after 2 weeks of realizing that it's actual torture and continued to live in agony. He needs physical affection and it’s been so long since he last felt it. You know nothing of how he's been going crazy trying to keep from touching you since the start of lockdown. And now he's here, exactly how and where he wanted to be for so long, yet it all seemed to happen so fast.

He can't think of all of that though. Your lips won't allow for it, too demanding to be kissed back, to be sucked at, to be nipped and licked and pulled. He does precisely that, arms tightening around your middle and turning you closer into him.

Already whimpering and trembling at his kiss, you struggle to keep hold of your mind. It had been a long time even before lockdown since your last hook up, and it took until now for you to notice how pent up you've been. His hand cradles the back of your neck in his long fingers, and prods your lips with his tongue. A wanton mewl rolls from your throat as soon as you grant him access and feel his tongue brush against yours. He pulls back for just a moment at the sound, a thin line of saliva connecting the short distance between your lips.

“Sorry, I-”

He can't finish his apology. Your hands grab his face and pull him back to you, not caring about the noises coming from your mouth as you press your chest into his. You can feel your nipples hard against the material of your bra and the tightness in your lower core is almost painful as it contracts with need. Perhaps it is all happening too fast, and with the last bit of your sanity you unlock your lips from his.

“Is this weird?” You ask, though you're not even sure why you asked. You don't even wait for the answer, cupping his sharp jaw in your hand and kissing him again between heavy breaths.

“I don’t know, is it?” He asks. He leans back against the armrest, pulling you on top of him and allowing you to study his flushed face and all the little excited movements of his breath and heartbeat underneath his skin.

You don't have an answer for him that's simple. Yes it's weird, but a good weird. Like walking around a foreign city; exhilarating, exciting, and just a little bit terrifying. Is there a possibility of feeling strange about it later? Tomorrow? Next week? You don't know. You don't think so. It feels good. It feels necessary, and that's all you're able to think about.

“We can stop if you-” He says as if you have anything else on your mind besides plotting where to place your lips next.

“Don’t want to. Want more,” you cut him off and wiggle to throw your knees around his hips and move into his lap. He groans as you settle your weight against him, hands falling to your waist and fingers squeezing at your back through your shirt.

He looks absolutely delectable beneath you. His eye twitches and breath catches when your crotch hits his growing hardness. So cute, almost as worked up as you are. You smile and bite your bottom lip before slowly grinding your hips in a circular motion against his groin, needy little gasps escaping your throat as the seam of your pants works against your clit through your underwear.

His name that was unfamiliar to you only minutes ago spills off your tongue softly when you press yourself into his body, nose digging into the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent. He moans as you start to kiss at the thin skin over his pulse, placing tantalizing little kitten licks after each teasing peck. You go to move your affections down his collarbone, but the fabric of his hoodie will only allow you so much access. Practically growling, you sit up for a moment and tug at the bottom of the offending clothing item.

“Off. Off,” you grumble with your eyes glued to the skin that keeps getting revealed inch by inch as you push the material up his body.

He gives a light laugh and complies, sitting up to reach behind his neck and pull it over his head. You do your best not to stare, recalling you have seen him a few times without a shirt fresh out of the shower. Tendou is all lean muscle though his skin is smooth and soft-looking with a dusting of freckles on his shoulders to balance out his sharp angles. You let your gaze drop to his abdominal muscles for just a moment before bringing your eyes up to his face. Lightly giggling, you fix the red hairs that are mussed from stripping off his hoodie.

You catch his eyes boring into you, attentive and a little nervous. Both of you are breathing heavily and you smile to reassure him that you’re more than okay with being here with him like this. A smile twitches at his lips as he does his best to relax, though it’s difficult when you’re so fucking pretty and sweet yet overflowing with a hunger that makes him feel like he's going to get devoured with every touch. Your fingers card through his hair, soothing him despite the shiver he feels in his spine.

Leaning into one another again, you close your eyes and catch his bottom lip between yours. He moans against you, hands planted at your hips to keep them from wandering. You grab his hair, though not too hard, pulling him closer to you as your kisses start to line his jaw and move down his neck again. His bare chest feels so hot against you and the small noises that escape with his breath at your teasing lips make you all too aware of the layers you're wearing that separates your skin.

You can't help the little whimpers that tickle your throat other than to grind against Tendou's hard member under his sweats. Your breath shakes as you find a rhythm and angle that seem to just build your frustration rather than offer relief. His fingertips dig into the material of your pants, jaw clenching as he tries to not lose himself in your lust. You feel unbearably hot and constricted in your clothes, as if you're stuck in them against your will.

“Hold on, hold on. I just don’t want to freak you out by moving too fa-a-st...” His voice tapers off and eyes go wide when you pull back and hastily peel off your shirt. Quickly you unfasten your bra, tossing it to the side and letting your breasts out in plain sight.

You scan his face for his reaction. His pupils bloom to take over the red irises, though he remains still. You sense a little apprehension from him underneath the desire, and can tell he's holding back. Perhaps he just needs some encouragement.

“Don’t just stare. Please,” you say as you grab his wrists and bring his hands to your breasts with a shy smile. You really hope you're not pushing him, unaware that he's thinking the same thing.

His whole body buzzes at the contact. Your pebbled nipples poke at his palms and his fingers start to sink into your soft skin. You nod your head as your hands squeeze over his and he takes your permission to gently knead the bouncy flesh. He quickly realizes how sensitive your nipples are when he catches them between his fingers, giving a light pinch and roll that has you crying out from the ache it causes in your cunt. Eyes clenched shut, you move your hands to his shoulders and dig your nails into his skin as he circles his thumbs over your peaks.

"Ohmygod, please- Feels so fucking good," you whimper as you grind yourself more and more into his lap. Your whole body is on fire. All of the muscles in your core tense at his teasing fingers that seem to know exactly how roughly to grasp at your tickling skin.

He removes his hands for a second, only to fully wrap his arms around you and dip his head and run his tongue over one of your hardened buds. You cry out, feeling the threads of a rope starting to snap within you. He sucks and nips, eyes closed not daring to look because he might just cum in his pants if he sees your face so lost in pleasure. The noises you're making along with your shaky movements against him are already nearly more than he can handle.

“Satori, please. Want you. Want to feel you inside me,” you whine, your voice high and breathy in a way that you barely recognize.

“Are you sure? I want to, but we can take things slow,” he says because honestly he could spend a whole week soaking in your reactions to him playing with your tits.

Slow would be nice. Slow would be ideal, but with the way your cunt is throbbing, all you can think about is haste. If he tweaks your nipple a few more times, you just might come undone in his lap.

You answer him by grabbing one of his hands and guide it down the front of your pants. Tears spring forth from the corners of your eyes when the pad of his middle finger hits the soaked material of your panties right over your aching clit. It sends a buzz through your body that has your facial muscles twitching and scrunching in an attempt to hold back the disgustingly lewd noises that want to claw their way from your throat.

“F-Fuck. You’re really wet,” he rasps and presses his finger just enough to have you writhing against him. He draws a few little circles over the slimy fabric, taking in your choked cries and pulsing throbs of your cunt against him.

He quickly removes his hand to pull your pants down. You slide and wiggle with compliance, more than eager to get the damned garment off of you, though careful not to accidentally crush his dick in the process. With a few awkward kicks and tugs, you’re free, straddling his lap in nothing but a pair of slick soaked panties.

Too hot. You look too fucking hot for him to process as your juices start to leak into the material of his joggers, just over the tent that keeps jumping against your heat. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling your chest against his so he can bury his head into your hair. Your sensitive nipples rub against him as you desperately roll your hips, feeling his clothed head poke at your panty clad entrance.

"Please. Please, just- Want you. Want your dick," you beg, barely able to form the words through the twisting knot in your core.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable living with me after,” he says, face burning red despite how far you’ve gone already. His apprehension would normally make sense to you, but right now you have little patience for trying to understand it.

“Satori, shut up. You’ve been so cute and kind and considerate, but right now I want you to rail the fuck out of me, and maybe again tonight, and tomorrow, and the next day. So just please-”

He doesn't let you finish your worked up ramble, suddenly moving a leg off the couch and sits both of you up to hook an arm under your knees. He scoops you up in his arms and lifts you off the couch. You let out a squeak in surprise - it feels rather nice to be held in his strength. He carries you the short distance to his room, nudges the door open with his foot and drops you onto his navy blue comforter with a soft thump.

You realize you’ve never been in his room before. There's lots of shelves full of knick knacks, a small hoard of cups that you had wondered about when doing the dishes a few days ago, and an unignorable, over 6-foot-tall cardboard cutout of a terrifyingly handsome man with olive hair in a white jersey and shorts with a volleyball that has you raising an eyebrow in question.

"Gah! Sorry, that's- uh, my best friend! It's a joke. I'll go move him," Tendou says stiffly with burning cheeks as you laugh at the unexpected guest. He picks up the cardboard man and moves him into the hall and you can hear a light "sorry Wakatoshi."

He closes the door behind him and takes you in sitting nearly naked on his bed after he turns around. It’s something he’s thought about more times than he’d like to admit. You look so tempting, yet he still seems a little nervous when he makes his way over to you. You grab his hand and invite him to crawl over you as you lean back into his pillows. He has a lot and they smell like him, making you wish you could just live and soak in their comfort.

"We don't have to, you know," you say to him, feeling a little calmer though still fairly aroused. Your fingers brush up and down his toned arms while trying to figure out if maybe you really are moving too fast for him. Just because his dick is straining against his pants doesn’t mean...

"I want to! I really want to, it's just- um, been a while," he says, darting his red eyes away bashfully before looking back at you. You look so good lying beneath him with your hair spread on his bedding, how could he not want to? He hopes the smell of your shampoo will still be there if you don't wind up sleeping in his bed later.

"I can guarantee it's been longer for me—I've seen the people leaving here before I would come home from work," you say teasingly with a giggle and sheepish eyes.

"Y-You saw?!" He stammers and turns bright red from neck to ears.

"I mean yeah, I wouldn't have minded if you let them spend the night," you reply with a smirk, even if you would have been just a little bit envious.

He leans back until he’s sitting upright, covers his nose and chin with his hands, and lets out a groan. You cock a brow, not sure why he's being dramatic.

"Those weren't hook-ups," he mutters once he drops his hands back to his lap and you wonder what it must be if he’s so flustered. "They were, um- it's really embarrassing.”

"Satori," you say his name while sitting up to grab his hands, bringing his focus back to you and not allowing him to close himself off to you.

He looks at your hands squeezing his and follows the line of your arm up to your face. You wait for him patiently, hoping for his trust through your eyes that stay trained on his. He chews the inside of his lip and then sighs, deciding that he had no reason to think you'd judge him.

"It- It's kinda like therapy—a support group, ya'know? It's—They're from a cuddle group," he fumbles nervously and your brain goes blank from the new information.

"A wha-?" Not what you were expecting. You don’t need to ask for an explanation though as he cuts you off before you can even formulate a thought on it.

"It's not sexual! I mean sometimes it can get a little intimate, but I just need physical affection to recharge and feel stable," he explains, face still burning as he anxiously scans yours for a reaction.

You don't even think. You just launch yourself at him, enveloping his body in your arms and tackling his back to the bed. You squeeze him with everything you got, inhaling his scent and moving your hands to massage his scalp through his cherry red locks. Skin to skin, you hope he feels how much you want to connect with him.

"I- I'll take care of that for you from now on. As friends, as whatever. Just come to me when you want to be held," you say as you move your hands to the sides of his head and lift yourself up. "I really like being in your arms, too."

By the look on his face, that isn’t what he was expecting you to say at all.

"You might regret that. I might get really clingy," he says, looking up at you with wide eyes that keep getting drawn down to your breasts dangling in front of his face.

A smile pulls at the corner of your lips when you notice his chest rising and falling a little faster. His lids blink heavily and his tongue darts between his lips, body ever so slightly adjusting beneath you.

"Then smother me, I don't care. I'll do the same to you. Like right now, I just wanna..."

Your eyes droop drunkenly and you let out a sharp breath as you dive down into his neck, placing a slow, flat-tongue lick from hollow to earlobe. He gasps and goes to grab your shoulders, but you catch his wrists and pin them to the sheets beside his head. You wait a second to see if he struggles, but he relaxes in your grip and even tilts his head to open more of his neck to you.

How can you not indulge? Your cheeks warm at him slowly giving himself over to you. Cute moans from his throat tickle your lips as you run them over his pulse, testing out a light suckle that has him shivering. You suck a little harder between licks and nibbles, knowing that it will leave a small mark. He doesn't oppose through any of his gasping breaths. If anything he seems to be asking for more with the way he gently writhes under your body, pushing his hips closer to yours. You oblige with enthusiasm, moving your lips higher up and parting them just a little more to leave a more obvious bruise. It's not like there would be anyone to notice besides you.

"That feels- wow, fuck," he huffs, head thrown back and chest arching up towards you. Your vision vibrates and your whole face tingles excitedly at the sight, something starting to click in your head.

"Are you okay with me being in control?" You ask, wondering if maybe you figured out a solution to the unease from before. He squeezes his eyes for a half second before popping them back open to reveal the full shining dilation of his pupils.

"Yeah, yes, that's good," he nods excitedly, swallowing as his breath picks up even more in pace. No one’s ever asked him before and he’s never really thought about getting to sit back, but hearing it from your mouth he wonders if it’s something he’s wanted his whole life.

"Good," you say, smiling at the response. Being the one on top is a little foreign to you, but something about him makes you want to try. His movements and reactions are like a guide beckoning to be read. "Just tell me if you want to stop."

"I don't think you have to worry about th-AT!" His voice nearly squeaks at the end of his sentence when you dip your head down and latch your lips and tongue onto his nipple. The sounds that leave his mouth sends another round of heat through you, making you moan just as loudly against his skin. You never realized a man could react in such a way to your touch, and you could easily find yourself becoming addicted to teasing his pink buds and feeling him try to buck against you.

You release his wrists and shift your body a little lower so your crotch can grind against him. Curses and pleas sputter from his lips as you slowly rock with him, your soaking panties gliding over his painfully hard member still hidden in his pants. He tries to grab for you, but his arms just fall back to the bedding weakly when you place your hands on his chest for a better angle to relieve the throb in your clit.

"Want me to ride your cock? I’ve been - ahhhH! dying to feel you inside me," you say between heavy breaths and languid humps. A coil burns hot in your core. You said you would take control, but it feels like you might lose it to the painfully tight feeling every time he groans beneath you. With every empty clench of your walls, you grow more and more agitated with the need to be full.

"Yes, please. Wanna be inside of you. Wanna make you feel good," he gasps, raising his hips into you with a wince.

His feedback fills you with pride. You move off of him, grabbing his dick through his sweats and giving it a nice stroke. It feels long with a very appetizing slight curve upward, making you eager for the unveil. He huffs and grunts, working himself in your hand. You tease him by releasing your grip and running your fingertips up and down the length lightly, a smirk pulling at your lips at his frustrated noises.

"Good boy," you coo and his cock jumps in against your fingers. You can’t help but to let out an excited little laugh, feeling a rush of blood to your ears that makes your head feel light.

"Ohh? You like that, when I call you a good boy? Too fuckin' cute," you say with a grin and lean in to kiss him. He gives a muffled whine into your mouth, straining his lower body to get more friction from your hand. Just like you told him, too fucking cute. If your cunt didn’t ache so bad, you’d make him cum right here.

For both of your sakes, you tug at the band of his sweats, working together to get them and his boxers off as fast as possible. He pops free and your breath gets caught in your throat at the sight.

"Holy shit, you have such a pretty dick," you say with stars in your eyes.

Standing up amongst a smooth field of red hair, veins snake artfully up his shaft up to the pretty pink head that’s drooling with precum. He tries to say thank you, but you’re already grasping right below the crown, thumb swirling the oozing liquid around the smooth skin of his head and bringing it back to your lips for a taste - pleasantly salty and not bitter like you expected.

"Gonna put this in if that's okay with you. I'm on birth control, so it's okay if you cum inside me," you tell him before giving the underside of his length a nice wet lick up to the tip, letting your drool mix with his precum to get him nice and wet for you. Though by the way your panties try to stick to you when you go to remove them, you hardly need the extra lubrication.

"Fuck- Yes that's fine. Please," he breathes and nods enthusiastically, trying to swallow down his excitement as you throw a leg to the other side of his hips so you can hover above him. He can hardly process your fully naked form, having to force himself to stay focused on your face so he doesn't completely lose it.

You smile down at him as you both do your best to maintain eye contact through your lust drunk vision. You lean down for one more sweet reassuring kiss just before you adjust your position, admiring the way he looks at you so trustingly. It takes a few tantalizing tries to line up his length, but it's completely worth it when you feel the tip stretch the entrance of your pussy. You bite your lip to try and concentrate on relaxing your walls, waiting until he's mostly in to let your muscles tighten and suck the rest of him into you.

"Ohhh fuck, you fill me up so good," you say through shaky breaths, just barely holding back from letting your eyes roll into your head. His hands fly to your hips, fingertips gripping at the juicy flesh in an effort to keep any part of him connected to the earth. Your whole body is burning, urging you to move even though your thighs are shaking from how fucking good it feels to take all of him.

Your hands move atop his as you peek down at him. His chest is rapidly rising and falling, a near full body flush painting his skin from abdomen to just below his eyes that are screwed shut. So pretty, and all for you. Slowly, you move yourself on his cock, feeling the drag of his curved length against the gumminess of your walls. You can't help but to moan loudly at the sensation, high pitched little grunts letting out every time you drop your weight on him, and tip nearly grazing your cervix. Praises drip like honey from your lips at how perfect he feels and how lovely he looks all lost in your heat.

"Feel you s-squeezing me. So wet. Fuck, oh fuck,” he pants. His head is thrown back, neck in a straining arch that has you just a bit worried for his muscles.

You fall forward, catching one hand on his chest, the other cupping his cheek to bring his gaze back to you. You manage a smile when he cracks an eye open, only to immediately draw closed when he sees the way your tits bounce once you find a good rhythm. Everything about you is too sexy. Too hot. Too over brimmed with sweet need just for him.

"O-Oh god, holy shit. I might- nnnnngh! might not last very long," you moan, feeling all tension you were feeling earlier bubble and boil in your gut. You grind and glide your hips along his, clit throbbing against his pubes that are drenched in your slick.

"Ah- It's good! Too fucking good," he gasps, head rolling back and forth against the comforter. "Gonna go crazy."

Your legs quiver in opposition to your quickening pace, but it doesn't matter to you if they break. All you can focus is the way his brows are pulling so tightly together and the flash of his teeth gritting in a vain attempt to stall his pleasure as you continue to rut on top of him. You know he's trying to not come before you and the sentiment behind it makes something in your chest feel like it's going to burst.

"I like you, Satori!" You let slip as you bounce on his hips, ass slapping atop his thighs mixed with the wet sounds of your drooling cunt. He whimpers and his dick pulses inside you at your wanton confession. There are better times to say such things for the first time, but there's no filter for the things you're feeling right now, including the overwhelming affection you have for the redhead between your legs.

"I like you so much! So cute—such a good fucking boy. My good boy. Make me feel so good," you praise and his cock jumps inside you, head pressing against the spongy part of your walls and making your eyes cross.

He can't even speak. If he opens mouth, he thinks surely you'd be disgusted with the primal growls that he's locking down in his throat. He can feel you gripping his cock tighter and tighter, your creamy juices soaking his balls and staining the bedding underneath.

"Gonna fucking cum, sweet boy. Mmmm! Fuck, wanna feel you fill me with your cum," you tell him. He can hardly respond, fingertips dig into your ass, but you can faintly hear hummed agreements and choked yes’s amidst his babbling moans. His fingers are strong and bruising, but the pain feels good and so full of his need to come apart with you.

"Ohmygod, please, fucking c-cum, please 'tori! Gonna—F-FUCK!"

The cry you let out is embarrassingly noisy, but you don't care. You can't help it. It's more powerful than any orgasm you've felt before, so much that you wonder if maybe you've been doing it wrong for your entire sexually active life. Your peak triggers his. He chokes on a groan, spilling up into your fluttering warmth and sealing his hips against yours while sputtering broken filth. Blood rushes through you like a flash flood, and you clamp down on him to milk out every sticky rope of cum he can give you.

It takes a couple minutes for you both to regain yourselves. Your breath is still heavy when you slide yourself off him and fall snug against his side, nestling your face against his chest and shoulder, and draping your arm over his torso so your hand can brush through his red hair that’s just a little damp with sweat. You sigh in satisfaction, feeling your body start to melt in exhaustion.

"You really mean it?" He asks once his respiratory rhythm settles some, voice just a little raspy.

"Hm?" You peek your eyes open and lift your head just a bit so that you can see his face and the light dampness at the corners of his eyes. You wonder what from as you thumb away the wet trails and look at him curiously.

"You said you like me and that I'm ‘your’ good boy," he says, eyes following yours as you blink at him in surprise.

"Ah?!" You squeak, suddenly embarrassed for the unfiltered dirty talk. You just couldn't help yourself when he looked so pretty beneath you. "Was that too much?"

"No! It was nice—felt really good. No one's ever talked to me like that before," he says with a shy smile.

You lean even further into him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and neck, and nuzzle your nose into his cheek sweetly before placing a soft kiss. Part of you is a little sad that he’s never gotten such affection that he so clearly requires, but the other part is happy and a little proud to be the first. It makes you want to hand over all of your love and more.

"You have a place with me," you say as you lift your head to look him in the eye, and your cheeks tingle with warmth. "Or more like I have a place with you, since you lived here first, but you know what I mean."

"Sort of?" He says with a cute little tilt of the head and you feel your heart skip a beat when you realize you're gonna have to elaborate.

"Y-You're mine now!" You declare shyly despite your bold dominance just a few minutes ago. You thumb over the little hickeys on his neck that advertises your claim. He seems pleased by your words though, and you soften at the way his lips twitch into a goofy smile. "So you gotta promise me one thing."

"What's that?" He asks.

"Let me know how you're feeling, anytime. I like you and I care about you, so if you're ever feeling not okay about something or even if you’re feeling nothing, you have to tell me," you say, pressing your forehead to his.

"Um, well right now I'm pretty happy. I like you and care about you, too," he says with long fingers coming up to tangle themselves in your hair. "And I’m kinda hard again."

You lean in for a kiss, smiling against his lips. Your heartbeat picks up, happy that you two can talk like this. Looking at his glowing face is enough for you to feel blood energetically filling up your veins again.

"Okay, give my legs a minute," you say with a playful sigh, testing out some movement, but still finding yourself a little jello-y.

He surprises you by sitting up and then rolling on top of you. He looks down at you, eyes dark and impish as a lazy smile pulls at his lips. Your skin prickles under his stare, sensing something fiendish going on inside his mind. You let out a gasp when he dips his head next to yours, turning his mouth tauntingly close to your ear.

"Who said you have to do anything this time?"

Omake: After Round ???

Sometime after your 4th orgasm of the day, you and Tendou agree that you need to take a break eventually. You manage to stumble out of bed with wobbly legs and grab a few of the hoarded water cups in your hand.

"I'm taking these back to the kitchen. I'll get us some fresh water," you tell him with a cheeky smile.

You go to open the door with your free hand and immediately drop the cups, stale water splashing around your feet.

"BLAAAAGHH!" You scream when you come face to face with a giant man.

You had completely forgotten about Tendou's giant cardboard friend from before.

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#ushi sent the cutout at the beginning of quarantine so tendou would miss him less #bc thats what a himbo bestie would do

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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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Feed Me

Pairing: Alpha! Keiji Akaashi X Omega! Reader, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Rintaro Suna x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: Ooooo what about when Alphas 🐘 ( maybe akaashi, ushijima, rin and kuroo) find out that their omega has not been eating enough like (their only eating little things like granola bars or fruit) so their upset that they had to find out through someone else and they scold them for that but then their told that they have gain some weight and that gets them even more upset because they think their perfect etc.

Summary: Some times, people do things because it’s what they think is best. You don’t tell your alpha about some weight gain you’ve noticed, and try taking care of it yourself because of this.

Author’s Note: Hey, you. Yeah you. The beautiful person reading this? You are perfect. You are worth it. Your feelings are valid and you shouldn’t feel bad about having them. You are so amazing, and even if I don’t know you, I am so proud of you. You are so strong for making it so far. Keep going. Never change. :) Also your nice comments? Literally my dose of serotonin

did I mention my OC one or twice? Yes. Am I sorry? No. Also, idk if anyone is curious, but Yuka doesn't actually go to Shiritorizawa but whatever.

Requests: Closed!

Buy me a coffee?

Trigger Warning: Mentions of (Semi?) Starvation.

Keiji Akaashi

➵Now, Keiji is pretty on top of omega and significant other care.

➵ Like, weirdly so. It's honestly kind of creepy?

➵ In an endearing way.

➵ He always says 'Bokuto-Kun prepared me in a way.'

➵ Honestly, he loves doing this for you too!

➵He loves caring for you so much.

➵ Like I firmly believe Akaashi's love language is acts of service.

➵ So things like bringing you food, leaving sweet notes in your locker, helping you with your homework.

➵ He lives for doing these things.

➵ Especially feeding you snacks and things.

➵ It made his inner alpha purr because that meant he was caring for you. Providing for you.

➵ Being the very thing that made him worthy of an alpha.

➵ Prove that he could continue being the alpha you needed and wanted.

➵ Unfortunately, there were downsides.

➵ Your hips had the beginnings of small love handles, a little more chub on you tummy, thighs a little squishier.

➵ Let's not lie, Keiji absolutely adored this, by the way.

➵ I also think one of his biggest kinks is praise

➵ He makes sure you know how loved and how perfect you are.

➵ It's sometimes hard to believe him though.

___

"Y/N?"

You hummed an acknowledgment at Keiji's call, typing the final words to your essay before turning to look at your beautiful alpha- Sometimes you questioned how you hooked him. His gorgeous emerald eyes shining with love and adoration.

"I'm gonna go run and pick up some supper, what would you like beloved?" He came up to squeeze and massage your shoulders, leaning down as he pressed a small peck to your temple, your purr a sweet melody to his ears.

You swallowed behind your purr, trying to hide the small panic in your eyes. Your mind instantly flashed to your reflection this morning, how you pinched your hips with a frown. You already had been slowing down on the snacks, and fast food made you shiver.

"I-I'm okay for now, Keiji. Thank you though." You smiled, nonetheless, holding Keiji's cheek in your hand. He quirked a brow, frowning slightly before nodding lowly. Another peck was pressed to your cheek before he left, ordering your favorite from the diner he took you to for your first date.

"Beloved, I'm back." Keiji called, once more tearing you away from your essay; you were always thankful for the distraction though. He set down the take out bag, taking out the top box and handing it to you before shrugging off his jacket.

"Keiji? I said I was okay-"

"I didn't believe you. Now come on, you need to take a break and I'm touch starved." The raven didn't even look behind at you before pulling out his own box, dragging your rolley-chair to the bed. He pulled his sweater over his head, handing that to you as well before giving you a sweet peck.

His eyes locked with yours. Your breath hitched. So many silent words swam in his eyes, asking you, demanding you, to tell you what was wrong.

"I just- I've gained a little weight lately and-"

"And? My love, you are just as gorgeous as the day I met you. Nothing is wrong with a little weight, even if I think you're foolish to think you've gained weight. Never think otherwise. Even if you do, let me know, my job as your alpha and boyfriend is to make sure you feel as good as possible no matter what."

He slipped the sweater over your head, rehanding you your meal that he took from you momentarily, running a hand through your hair.

"Your my beautiful omega. Nothing should keep you from your happiness."

Wakatoshi Ushijima

➵Unlike Akaashi, Wakatoshi is little more...Hesitant (In a way) when it comes to omegan care.

➵ He never really learned how to? Ya know?

➵ Both his parents were alphas, and he was never around omegas consistently enough to learn.

➵and it's not like you were a volleyball that he could use the same techniques to up-keep.

➵ He also couldn't ask his team.

➵ Well, he could, but only one other person on his team had an omega. (It was Satori and his advice, though helpful, could only go so far.)

➵ He was doing good though, especially with you holding his hand through the entire thing.

➵ The first time he noticed something was up was when you didn't show up to lunch-- texting him a picture of you in the library, tongue poking out as you held up a peace sign to assure him you were okay.

➵ When he brought it up to Satori, who had his own omega (A small, but fiery brunette named Yuka) leaning on his side as she played some sort of phone game on his phone (Mama's slusheria? He thinks?) .

➵He explained he didn't know what was going on with you while Satori listened with a hum before giving him a sad smile. "Sorry I can't help you further Ushi-waka, but as you can see-" He slid his unfinished lunch towards Yuka, who popped one of the Dango skewers into her mouth without looking up. "I'm not very familiar with the problem."

➵ He offered his help as much as he could nonetheless.

➵ He slowly began to pick up on smaller things, locking them in his steel trap.

➵ Like a good boy :)

➵ He put hours of research into omegas after this (not that he hadn't previously). Keeping strenuous notes beside him.

➵ They were colorful and highlighted :)

➵ And he followed the advice that 'Mommy Luna-boo' posted on the blog he found like a goddamn Mantra. ('Sometimes Omegas need a little more love! Their bodies, especially during high school years, will change a lot! They may feel a little down! As an alpha, make sure you remind them how beautiful they are!')

➵She was mother Theresa and he was her follower.

➵ Well after he followed you.

➵and after he made sure you were feeling better

___

"Omega?"

"Toshi."

Walking into your dorm room, Wakatoshi set down a small bag filled with goodies. He set it down on your bed as he sat down as well, watching you carefully.

When you gave him a small smile with a quirked brow, he took a deep breath, remembering everything Tendou had coached him through.

"Have you been eating enough lately?"

You sucked your tongue at the question, shuffling your shoulders. Truth be told you had been missing out on a few lunches after noting a few extra pounds you hadn't noticed earlier. You never meant to worry him, that was never your intention, but it seemed the world was working against you. You had no clue where to go from here. If you told him the truth that would do nothing but worry him, but lying was never good in any form of relationship.

Your hesitance to tell him was more than enough though, as his larger lands encased your own, holding them tightly.

"Why?" His tone wasn't accusatory nor was it angry in the slightest. Genuine curious if anything. If he could get to the bottom of the root of the problem, he could prevent it from happening in the future. Right?

"I- I just...Noticed a few extra pounds and-"

"That's it?"

You looked up to him with a tilted head, like a lost puppy. "What do you mean that's it?"

Pulling you closer, Wakatoshi effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, using one hand to dig through the bag beside him while the other wrapped around your hips. He pulled out a few of your favorite snacks laying them out in front of you.

"That's, in my opinion, a silly thing to worry about. If you feel that's a big problem, I can offer my services to you in any way you wish-- whether it be support or as help, it is my job to be there for you." He nuzzled your scent gland, voice rumbling against your shoulders.

You purred in response, leaning back onto your alpha.

Rintaro Suna

➵ Suna is a lot like Akaashi in the sense that he has incredible observational skills as an alpha.

➵ His eyes are like sniper scopes.

➵ The minute something is wrong, he's on it.

➵ Like he looks aloof but he's not.

➵ He had notes.

➵ So hiding something from him is not easy at all.

➵ But you two most likely ended up together because you gave him a run for his money.

➵ You made him work at being an alpha.

➵ And he loved you for that.

➵ It did come back to bite him in the ass though.

➵ The only reason he heard about this was because the betas at Inarizaki were loud mouths.

➵ Honestly he learned so much tea from them.

➵ Like this third year was sleeping with a first year because she planned on baby trapping him and-

➵ It was wild.

➵Though most times it was nothing more than a source of entertainment for you and him to laugh about.

➵This time the gossip was actually useful.

➵ He wasn't thrilled they were talking about you, but provided some very useful information.

➵ And he was set into action.

➵ typing a few things onto his phone he set out to find you.

___

"Rin, I said I'm not hungry-"

"I know and I'm making the executive decision to ignore you."

He squinted his eyes at the carefully written instructions in front of him, sending a silent thanks to Atsumu's mate Haruka. (;)) She had written a step by step instruction sheet to making Onigiri while also dropping off all the ingredients (Pre-prepped). The only reason she didn't make it was because Suna's alpha, no matter how much he trusted her, wouldn't have let it near you.

"Rintato-"

"Look, Y/N. I love you, you know that. You know a lot of things, you're my smart little omega. So you must also know this isn't good, right?" Sliding a plate of, albeit mediocre, onigiri towards you, Rintaro focused his gaze on you.

"You know this, eh?"

You swallowed before grabbing one of the triangles, nibbling on the top in an attempt to appease your alpha. His sharp gaze still focused on you, making you shiver as he rounded around the counter. He turned you around so you were facing him, his hands holding your hips.

"You know this."

You wilted under his expectant gaze, knowing what he wanted from you. "I know this."

He smirked, leaning to take bite from your snack, licking his lips as he did. "Good omega."

"Rintaro that's mine!"

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tarouken · 3 years

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HAIKYUU MEN DURING YOUR PERIOD

CONTAINS: female reader, periods, cramps, cravings and food mentions

NOTE: this is totally not written because i’m on my period and touch starved. a lot of characters are probably missing from this, but i tried to make it as complete as possible :))

He religiously keeps track of your period on an app on his phone so he knows when it’s time to prepare. He stocks up on your period products, pain killers, your favorite snacks to keep your horrible symptoms at bay and keep a somewhat happy partner during your time of the month.

― daichi, sugawara, sakusa, aone, akaashi, asahi, ushijima, yamaguchi, meian, reon, kita

He knows how horrible your cramps get and isn’t surprised to find you next to your shared bed on the cold wooden floor trying to relieve yourself from a spiking fever caused by your cramps. Without question he takes his place beside you, his warm hand rubbing your tummy or back and slightly relieving you from the never ending ache.

― tsukishima, goshiki, iwaizumi, tendou, kyoutani, tanaka, kenma, kageyama, suna, atsumu, konoha, hanamaki, hinata

He’s totally not disgusted if you accidentally leak through your pad and stain the sheets. If you’re the one to notice it first and accidentally wake him in the process, leave the cleaning of the bed and changing the sheets to him. He sends you off to the bedroom to take a shower and tells you not to worry about it. When you return from your warm shower, a set of fresh pajamas will be waiting for you. And don’t even think about apologizing to him, he will shush and tell you there’s nothing to be sorry about before cradling you to sleep again.

― oikawa, kuroo, kita, daichi, aran, meian, akaashi, reon, ennoshita, ushijima, iwaizumi, semi

Of course it happens that you get emotional over something really minor. Maybe you found out your favorite show got canceled, the annoying pimple on your jaw just won’t disappear, you ate all your favorite color gummy bears and now you’re stuck with the less tasty ones or your hair just won’t cooperate with you. It doesn’t matter what you’re crying over and how silly it is, even through his repressed chuckles he will comfort you and whisper to you that everything will be alright while he cups your face in his hands to dry your tears.

― terushima, kuroo, atsumu, bokuto, tendou, tanaka, konoha, futakuchi, koganegawa, matsukawa, goshiki

He would never stand between you and your sweets when you’re on your period, but he doesn’t want you to replace all foods with snacks and junk food. He will cut up your favorite fruits all through the week and subtly (to him, he’s never subtle with it) replace whatever you’re eating with it so you will have your daily dose of vitamins. And if you don’t do it willingly, his horrible pouty face will definitely force you to eat it.

― nishinoya, osamu, shirabu, asahi, komori, hinata, bokuto, oikawa, sugawara

masterlist - maybe you’ll enjoy some of my other works

#rachel’s assignments #ra: scenarios #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #atsumu miya x reader #oikawa toru x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #shinsuke kita x reader

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bellesowl · 3 years

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tell me you love me

- multiple characters

⤷ sakusa, atsumu, ushijima, kuroo

genre: fluff ; established relationships

synopsis: haikyuu boys and their love languages

word count: 1.5k total <3

warnings: very very small mention of bullies and season 4 spoilers in atsumu’s, i curse a lil

- a/n: one last fluff hc before february ends! i just wanted to do something short & sweet but then it evolved into this as always atsumu’s is too long. oh and ai (@/ luvnami) has a post very similar to tsumu’s so make sure to check it out too! kuroo’s is a sort of prequel to this post too. finally, are we surprised at my choice of characters to write at this point?

- sakusa kiyoomi

his love language is physical touch

PHEWW i know y’all weren’t expecting this

but let me explain myself

i abhor the fact that people think sakusa would detest touching his partner & that he wouldn’t act completely touch starved

so obviously, even getting him to talk to you was a whole quest and a half in and of itself but once he gets comfortable around you?

especially enough that he willingly spends time with you as your boyfriend?

you cannot tell me this man wouldn’t be completely cuddled up to you 24/7

“kiyooo” you sigh, “baby, you have practice right?”

he shakes his head, trying to trick you into spending more time with him, but by now you have his practice schedule memorized.

“c’mon, c’mon, up we go” you gently shove him off you and he pouts, “as much as i would love to stay like this forever, we both know you can’t be late to practice- especially with nationals right around the corner.” you grab his hand and lead him towards the gym.

“well maybe if you became a manager like i suggested, i would be more inclined to go to practice because i wouldn’t have to choose between my favorite things- you and volleyball.” he says with a pointed look in your direction.

you both stop in front of the gym and turn to face each other. “maybe if you do well enough at nationals, you might come back next year with a new manager, huh?” you unhook his mask and give him a slight peck. “i’ll see you tomorrow, okay babe?”

he pulls you in for a slightly longer kiss, “i was thinking more like tonight after practice, okay my love?”

you nod and shove him into the gym, where the smile on his face fades back into his signature scowl. you laugh slightly, he never will change, will he?

- miya atsumu

his love language is words of affirmation

i think this one was pretty obvious, but along with this is definitely physical touch

i mean we all know that tsumu is known for being clingy as hell but it’s cute so it’s fine

but words of affirmation- like we saw in s4, he was constantly left out, tbh borderline bullied by the other kids

sure, he always acted like it didn’t matter but that hurts, especially in middle school.

so having someone tell him they love him, that he’s great & all (at something other than volleyball), and that he’s enough? he’ll follow you to the moon and back.

as karasuno’s cheering section continues to roar with delight and the crows are on the brink of tears on the court, you can’t seem to take your eyes off a certain setter. you watch as he stands there, almost in denial. come on tsumu, you’re fine love, you think, silently cheering him on. you watch as he says something to the karasuno duo, and you smile slightly when he begins to argue with his brother.

as they line up, you stay a moment to make sure the goddamn cheering squad doesn’t say anything rude to the team who just poured their hearts out on that court. satisfied with their applause, you make your way down to the court. you wait for them to finish their team meeting before approaching your boyfriend.

“tsumu!” you yell, hoping to grab his attention. his head whips toward you and his smile widens.

“baby!!! you came!” he runs up to you with a grin but you realize his eyes aren’t lighting up the way they usually do.

“of course i did,” you scoff, “you think i’d miss this?” you grab his arm and drag him over to kita. “kita-san, i hope you don’t mind me stealing atsumu for the rest of the day?” he shakes his head and waves you off. your eyes lock for a single moment, but you receive the message loud and clear. take care of him, will you? you nod slightly before dragging your boyfriend out of the stadium.

the drive to your hotel was silent, the music keeping it from becoming awkward. the walk to your hotel room was slightly worse. you finally enter and force him to sit on the bed.

“babe, i- what?” he asks, confused and slightly flustered.

“nothing like that you idiot.” you slap him lightly on the head. “just wanna talk ‘s all.”

he avoids your gaze but you grab his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “hey” you smile, “how do you feel, my love?”

by this point, he looks to be on the verge of tears. you pull him into your chest and he finally breaks down.

“you deserve so much better than a loser like me, doll. much much better than someone who practices all day and all night and still couldn’t manage to bring his team past their first day- a complete and utter failure.” he sobs lightly. you shush him and run your hands through his hair.

“ ‘mu, you know you’re so much more than that, right?” you ask softly. he opens his mouth to interrupt but you continue, “you have a natural talent for this sport, and a drive and ambition unlike anyone i know. you’re the absolute best boyfriend, and a good brother. you’ve learned to care for your teammates, and they’ve learned to love you for you, not just your skills. you’ve grown so much as a person that no one can call you a failure- ever. and if they do, send them to me.” you crack your knuckles and finish with a wink.

he chuckled lightly and pulls away from you. “i love ya, you know? i really don’t know what i did to be able to get a partner as perfect as you.” he ends with a kiss.

- ushijima wakatoshi

his love language is gifts

okay his is specifically giving gifts

not even extravagant gifts, just small knickknacks he sees that reminds him of u

he knows he isn’t the best with his words, so he tries to make up for it with these trinkets

you enter the gym and your eyes immediately lock on your boyfriend. you see tendou nudge him and point over in your direction, and you smile at the way his eyes soften. you walk over to the bench and give him a small kiss.

“hey toshi” you say with a smile, “i hope you don’t mind me coming over to watch you.”

“of course not, my love. your presence is a very welcome distraction” he answers, his eyes lighting up as he remembered something, “actually, it is very convenient timing.”

he pulls something out of his bag and hands it to you. he watches the way your eyes light up at the keychain and explains, “i remembered that you wanted something for us to match,” he pulls out a matching keychain, the lighter side of the yin and yang symbol, “so i got us this. i assumed you would want the darker side? unless i assumed wrong and you wish to switch?”

you kiss him once more, “it’s perfect, tosh, thank you.” you reply with a bright smile, the joy in your eyes evident. you kiss him a final time before gently nudging him back to the court, “i’ll be here, miracle boy.” you say, amusement and love shining in your eyes.

as wakatoshi walks back toward his best friend, he realizes that he’d do anything to make sure you look at him like that for the rest of your lives.

- kuroo tetsurou

his love language is quality time

okay so i hc kuroo as someone who wants to be with you 24/7

like while doing hw he would be facetiming you, walks you to classes, wants you to watch practice & brings you home after, etc.

he does this because it makes him feel like he’s knowing everything there is to know about you. he wants to understand each and every side to you cause he knows it will only make him love you more.

“babyyy” kuroo whined, “are you done yet?”

you sighed and answered, “like the last 5 times you asked, no. if you want to go to the party that bad, then you can go ahead. i’ll try to catch up.”

he scoffed, “and have to suffer without you? no thanks.”

“they’re your friends.” you deadpanned, irritation evident in your eyes.

“okay, but you’re much more interesting- easier on the eyes too.” he winked, “and besides, i’m going to have to stare at their ugly faces for a week.”

“and you’ll miss me” you chimed in.

he nodded, “and i’ll miss you. which is why you should just come with me to the training camp. just, i don’t know, pretend to be a manager? please?” he pleaded.

“you’ll be fine without me for a week, you idiot.” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“it will be a week of hell.” he stated, “which is why i want to spend as much time as i can with you before i have to leave. and if that means sitting here while you do your homework, then so be it.”

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sinfulcries · 3 years

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Tendou begging for love after a long while. Now getting it and slightly regretting it as the reader fucks him raw and rough, till he sobs.

cravings — tendou x male reader

authors notes: this is fluffier and tamer than usual but hope its still okay HAHA sorry this was a bit rushed i was getting sleepy while writing it

tw. soft sex turns rough at the end, praise kink, touch starved tendou, barebacking, belly bulge, size difference

Tendou Satori desperately needed love. He craved for it, longed for his close friends to give him love and even when they did, It just wasn’t enough to satisfy him. Until he met you however not only did he crave for your attention, but he craved for your warmth as well.

You were so nice to him, so gentle. Your kind gestures never failed to make Tendou’s heart beat faster and at last his craving was satisfied. But when you started to grab his hips, Kiss him longer than usual, leave your marks on his skin— He started to crave for more again.

“Y/n.... Can I talk to you about something?” The cheery middle blocker asked, His voice softer than usual. “Go ahead Satori, I’m all ears.” You smiled warmly watching Tendou’s cheeks flare up into a dark shade of red.

“C-Can you....” He trailed off, making you tilt you head in confusion. “Can you show me how much you love me!” He squeaked out, shutting his eyes tightly in an attempt to avoid your hot gaze.

“And how would you want me to do that baby?” You mused, Walking towards the man as you wrapped your bulky arms around his slim waist. “Take you out on a romantic date? Or perhaps, You want me to fuck you?”

Teasing him never got old and soon enough he was begging for you to fuck him. He clasped on to your shirt tightly, pulling you in for a kiss. You quickly grabbed his thighs, lifting his tiny body up with ease before bringing him onto your bed.

Tendou loved the feeling of your rough hands against his warm skin. He felt so loved, So appreciated, The praises that spewed out of your mouth only making him even more needy for you.

“So. Fucking. Beautiful.” You punctuated your words with each kiss you gave him— and Tendou melted at the gesture. Removing his underwear, You jerked his cock harshly— A big contrast to the way you were softly muttering praises against his ear.

“C-Can I cum?” Tendou gasped, feeling your wrist twisting around his sensitive length. “Yes you can baby. Cum for me.” And so he did, whimpering as he came on your hand, Panting as he tried to regain his breath.

The sound of you unbuckling your belt soon replaced the comfortable silence, and you pressed your cum coated fingers against his gaping hole, Lubing him up so that he could take in your cock.

Tendou was already squirming and you weren’t even done showing him how much you loved him! It was cute seeing the man crumble merely because of your hand and your sweet words. You loved him so fucking much.

Without another word, Your pressed your cockhead against his hole before pushing in, going nice and slow at first before pounding him mercilessly against the mattress. The bed creaked with every thrust and the sound of squelching accompanied by Tendou’s loud moans only made you fuck him faster— Wanting to see the red head sobbing.

The thought of going gentle on the man seemed to have slipped your mind and soon enough you were fucking him like he was a mere cock sleeve, His thin stomach bulging from your thick cock. “Satori— Fuck, I love you” You groaned, Making him whimper in response.

“I loooove youu tooo~ y/nn!” He slurred dumbly, Holding onto the head board as he tried to keep up with your rough pace, His head clouded with thoughts of your cock. He could feel every vein rubbing against his warm walls— And he was slowly going mad from how good you were doing him, How good you were wrecking his touch starved sensitive body.

Another yelp left his lips as he felt you lifting one of his legs up, slinging it on your shoulder making your cock reach deeper into the red head. “Y/n—!” He screamed as tears started to stream down his flushed face, His body shaking from how you were taking advantage of his overly sensitive body.

Tendou slightly regretted his actions. However his heart was now at ease knowing how much you loved him with how hard you fucked him. He didn’t mind how sore his ass would be in the morning because then again you were able to satisfy his craving.

#sinfulcries works #seme male reader #top male reader #dark content #haikyuu x male reader #dark blog #dark haikyuu #x male reader #dark hq #tendou x reader #tendou x male reader #tendou satori x male reader #hq smut

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shiggyscumrag · 3 years

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Things I think the haikyuu boys would say to you (sfw)

This is a bit self indulgent so I'm making the reader a trans!male with a afab body...so yeah if you dont identitfy as such keep scrolling and dont interact<3

TSUKISHIMA KEI

Look look look, he's not very expressive in n the romantic aspect of your relationship. He much more prefers to tease you to high and hell BUT he will still occasionally flirt and compliment you. And god help you if you're shorter than him cause that will only fuel his ego and boost the teasing.

"Ah what you doing pipsqueak?"

"You really are proving the short and angry stereotype right."

If he ever sees anyone flirt or come on to you he suddenly switches up and pulls this:

"He's my idiot, so fuck off." While pulling you away and proceeding to give you all the hidden affection in the world.

Saying shit like: "You're mine Short cake, all mine. My treat to snack on whenever I please." While nibbling at your shoulder while pressing you further into his body while spooning you.

Most used nicknames: Pisqueak/Short stack, Short Cake, and Idiot (not derogatory)

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

Tadashi will 100% nurture you. He's just a worry wart. But that doesnt mean he'll coddle you.

He understands the importance of personal space. But he's a very hands on partner.

He likes helping you out in anyway you need and will check up on you often.

He's also pretty cheeky but also cheesy

"Sunshine, you're so naughty~"

"Okay pretty boy! You're gonna give me a heart attack if you keep being so cute!"

"Pumpkin? You okay?"

Most used nicknames: Pumpkin, Pretty boy, and Sunshine.

OIKAWA TOORU

Teases you so much god- you thought tsuki was bad? You got a whole new monster known as Oikawa Tooru.

He just teases you to get a reaction out of you just like tsuki. Except the reaction he wants most of the time is you being a flustered mess.

He'll add subtle touches with the teasing. Well sometimes they are not subtle at all and will just full on grope your ass-

"You're my pretty boy right? My good boy?"

"Come on cutie, I know you can do better than that~"

Most used nicknames: Cutie, Pretty boy, and any fabrication of your name.

IWAZUMI HAJIME

Kinda like tsuki in the way that he'll tease you a lot but still compliment and openly flirt with you.

Like whenever you do something stupid or goofy he just looks at you and goes "Dummy."

Will smack your ass. Be prepared. There is never a time nor place Hajime will not take the opportunity to smack your ass if presented it.

*slaps* "HAJIME, WHAT THE HELL?!" "It's not my fault your ass was in perfect smacking distance."

"Okay hot stuff, give me a little spin."

Most used nicknames: Dummy, Hot stuff, and Babe.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

He has a way with words man, I mean...fuck.

Okay I was completely exaggerating with what I said before if you couldn't tell.

Ushijima is very blunt. If he thinks you look hot, he wont say that but he will say some shit like "Those pants make your butt look big. It's nice." And roll on like nothing happened. While you just stand there flustered and Tendou's dying on the floor laughing.

"You look very nice today love."

"Are you okay darling?"

"Could I help you destress?"

Most used nicknames: Love, Darling, and Honey.

TENDOU SATORI

Very touched starved so he shows most of his affection through physical touch, but I feel like his other love language is words of affirmation. He needs it just as much as you.

So he likes to leave notes around your things that have little words of encouragement.

He'll also come up behind you randomly and whisper sweet nothings in your ear like: "God you're so awesome. You really are my paradise."

"Sweet pea! I hope your day was good. Mine was blah blah blah..."

"Bug, you're just to precious! You're gonna make my heart explode!"

Most used nicknames: Bug (short for love bug), My Paradise, and Sweat pea.

Sorry for not posting for awhile, I just haven't been in a writing mood and have been highly unmotivated. I hope you enjoy this little drabble hc thing cause this was the only thing I have been motivated enough to write in a hot minute. Also thank you for nearly 300 followers btw, we're about halfway there which is fucking insane thank you! I'll most likely do a 300 follower special thanks fic/drabble/writing but uh yeah. Let's hope I could get this out before we hit 300, haha...

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two-gays-in-a-trenchcoat · 2 years

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Half-Incubus!Tendou x Monster Hunter!Reader (part 1)

Part 1 of what I hope to become a short series, and the prologue for my previous touch-starved Tendou fic. Spoiler alert: he’s still touch-starved and needs cuddles but this time he’s gonna be a bitchboy about it -Osa

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It had been a while since you had gone to a party.

The speakers’ bass was drumming so loud you could feel the vibrations through the soles of your shoes, thrumming in your ears and rattling your brain. Inside, the air was thick and hot and smelled like sweat and booze. The lights were dimmed and multicolored LEDs lit up most of the house. As soon as you stepped in, you felt like turning on your heel and walking back out.

“Hey, you made it!” A slurring, cheerful voice greeted you, along with a heavy arm slung around your shoulder which almost made you buckle under it. You recognized the flushed face of Terushima, slicked back hair tousled around his antlers. “I was hoping you’d coooome,” he sang.

You grimaced, and tried to move out from under his arm, but he stuck to you like gum on the bottom of a shoe.

“Want a drink?” He asked. “We got a lot.”

“I’m fine.” I should have left when I had the chance.

You didn’t know half of the people here; you’d hoped to meet up with Motoya or at least Fukunaga, but neither the peppy kitsune nor the awkward kappa were anywhere to be seen. You were trying to shove the drunk jackalope hybrid off of your shoulder, when his weight was suddenly removed.

It was a tall, lanky high schooler who had peeled him from you, looking as pissed as you had ever seen anyone. From what you could tell, he was human. His voice had falsely sweet venom to them. “Don’t you have other places to be?”

Terushima didn’t seem to notice the edge to his words, and he grinned stupidly up at him. “Semiiiii, I was wondering where you’d gone.”

The tall boy—Semi?—leaned down next to Terushima and whispered something indistinguishable in his ear. At once, Terushima’s eyes widened, seeming to glass over, and he couldn’t stumble out of the room fast enough.

Semi turned to you. You noticed his hair was bleached to a warm, dusky ash-blonde, and his eyes were sharp. “You good?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you said. “What did you say to him?

He ignored your question. “Aren’t you the new kid?”

You corrected him with your actual name, followed by, “And yes, I am.”

He smiled in amusement, and offered his fist for you to bump. “Semi. Cool to meet you.”

“You too,” you said. “So, are you gonna tell me what you said to make him leave so quickly?”

He smirked. “A magician never reveals his secrets.”

You looked him in the eyes, deadpan.

“Alright, if you really want to know…” He leaned in closer to you and whispered, “I threatened to leak his dick pics.”

A lie. You could tell. One of the few helpful gifts your monster-hunter ancestry had left you is the ability to tell when people are lying. It wasn’t magic, per se; it was more of a hypersensitivity, a trait made possible by your heightened senses. At any given moment, your brain was subconsciously noting every single detail around you, picking apart every change in your environment, analyzing anyone you came in contact with, dissecting tone and body language. And when you focused, you could read people like an open book. In the past, this would make you an expert tracker, a master of survival. But in the modern world, it aids you in different ways.

“It’s just about as close to mind reading you can get without magic,” your father had told you.

So you looked at Semi, expression flat, and bluntly said, “If you’re going to tell me anything, tell the truth.”

He seemed caught off guard that you had called his bluff so quickly, but regained his composure. He grinned at you.

“Too obvious? Alright, well, here’s the truth,” he paused for a moment. “I’m a siren.”

Your eyes widened. You’d only met one siren before in your life, in your middle school, and she had been a total bitch to you. She’d use her powers, her singing voice like puppet strings, to make you carry her things or just outright humiliate you. She didn’t stop until she found out that you were a hunter.

“Don’t worry, if you’re not a sleazebag like Terushima, you’re safe from my powers,” he said.

“I take it you’re not friends,” You guessed.

“Oh, we are friends, actually,” Semi replied. “I’m just, y’know, not blind.”

You snorted at this, which seemed to satisfy him.

“Wanna grab a drink with me, new kid?” he asked. “There are non-alcoholic options as well.”

Your first instinct was to say no; you never made it a habit to go anywhere with a person you just met. But there was an ease about Semi, and it made you feel comforted amongst the pressing of the party going on around you. So you nodded, and let him lead you over to the kitchen.

He waggled a bottle at you. “Sprite?”

“Why not.” You caught it with ease as he threw it at you, cracking the seal and taking a small sip. He grabbed one for himself as well.

“Y’know, if you wanted to leave, I wouldn’t blame you,” he said. “Terushima’s house parties are… An acquired taste.”

“I thought about it, honestly,” you said. “But I don’t know if dipping from the party after five minutes of being here would exactly help my social life.”

“Cheers to that.” He swirled his Sprite around in the bottle. “But, hey, if you need someone to chill with at school, you’re welcome to join me.”

Your heart swelled. “Really?” Maybe I would make friends at this new school, after all.

“Why not?” Semi said. “I don’t really stick to one group, anyways. Kind of a floater.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I was like that at my old school, too.”

He took a swig from his bottle. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you the ins and outs of Lyonell high.”

Someone called Semi’s name from the other room. He sighed. “It’s probably Taichi. I’ll catch you later, yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Thanks. For, uh…. Yeah”

“You don’t need to thank me for anything,” he said, shrugging. “You’re pretty cool.”

You gave him a half smile as he disappeared into the other room, which dropped as soon as you left. You leaned against the counter, sipping your sprite. Alone. The thought almost made you laugh; you were sure you looked as pathetic as you felt.

“Don’t like parties?” A sultry voice hummed in your ear.

You jumped back, only to see a tall, gangly boy with bright red hair and skin so pale you thought for a second that he must be a vampire. You vaguely recognized him; you’d seen him around at school, always lurking in corners, never with anyone else. He blinked at you, bow-like lips curving into a vaguely interested smirk.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, well, you did,” you huffed.

He tilted his head, mock-pouting. “I’m sorry.”

You looked away, deciding to ignore the boy in favor of your Sprite. You could feel him shift, and he leaned down to peer at you directly in front of your face.

“You’re new here, right?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you replied. “My name is-”

“Oh, I already know your name,” he cut you off. “The rest of the school can’t shut up about it.” He blinked at me. “I’m Satori, by the way, but most people call me Tendou.”

From this angle, there was no way you couldn’t meet his gaze. His eyes were heavily hooded and a searing red, almost the same color as his hair. There was something sharp about them, but not aggressive. Just intense.

You kind of liked it.

“So,” he continued, “why come to a party if you’re going to sit around in a corner being sad?”

“I’m not sad,” you said. “I’m just bored. And hey, you’re over here, too, so you can’t talk.”

He hummed. “Ah, but you see, the only reason I came over here is because I saw you.”

He stepped back at this, so he was fully facing you and you could get a clear view of him. He towered over you easily despite being slouched, and his baggy black T-shirt hung loosely on his slim frame. He had a few necklaces, chains and such, as well as pierced ears. The whole time you glossed him over, he never stopped looking at you. It was like you were his whole focus, like you were a puzzle he was trying to solve by looking at. Not that you were complaining; you found that you rather enjoyed being looked at by him. Despite having just met him a moment ago, you couldn’t help but feel attracted to him, a kind of magnetic pull.

Almost as if he could sense your thoughts, he offered you his hand, and inclined his head in the direction of the other room, where the real partying was going on.

“C’mon,” he said. “The new kid can have a little fun, yeah?”

Against your better judgement, you let him lead you into the other room. You could feel the temperature change, rise as there were more bodies packed together, drinking and laughing, swaying and bouncing along with the beat of the music. Tendou blended into the crowd easily, like it was natural for him. It was his kind of scene.

In the corner, you spotted Semi, supporting the weight of a red-headed Tanuki boy who you could only assume to be Taichi. He was a little out of it, wobbly and barely able to hold himself up, and Semi seemed to have his hands full.

In the kitchen, the music had been a dull thudding seeping through the walls. But here, at the center of its source, it was loud, seeming to drown all of your senses in it.

Tendou pulled you into him, urging you to dance. His body moved easily to the rhythm, loose and comfortable in the overwhelming atmosphere. He was grinning, and you could see the glint of it even under the dim lighting. His enthusiasm was contagious; you couldn’t help but dance along to the song a bit, an act which made Tendou grin even wider.

At some point, he had pulled you flush against him, and your faces were so close together that you could feel his hot breath fan across your cheeks. It was like an electric spark between you, something so high and full of tension that neither of you could pull away from. He began to lean down.

You suddenly felt a cold splash on your back that ran down your shirt. You yelped, and whirled around to see a very tipsy Terushima holding a red solo cup. He at least had the decency to look ashamed, eyes wide.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you,” he said. He was unsteady on his feet, the remnants of his drink sloshing about in the cup. You were quick to snatch it from his hand.

“I think you’ve had enough for one night,” you growled, turning on your heel and walking out. You deposited the cup on the kitchen counter, and went upstairs to where you hoped a bathroom would be.

Your back was sticky and smelled sour, and you were muttering curses under your breath as you trudged upstairs. The bathroom was directly across the hall, and you all but dove in, slamming the door behind you.

You took in heaving breaths. You felt so overwhelmed, so out of place, like you were forcing yourself to be someone you’re not. Everything was so much, too much, you felt suffocated. This feeling had been building up all day, you realized, and Terushima spilling his drink on you was just the tipping point.

You looked in the mirror. It was someone you didn’t recognize, hair tousled and face pale. It looked like a stranger. You turned around to see the reflection of where the drink had spilled. It was a cherry red, and ran down your back and even onto the waistband of your pants. It was definitely going to stain. You scowled.

There was a knock at the door, a pause, followed by a hesitant calling of your name.

“Yeah,” I said dryly.

The door cracked open to reveal Tendou, the grin wiped from his face and the enthusiasm drained from his piercing eyes. He just looked plain worried.

“You good?” he asked. “Can I come in?”

You nodded, turning back to face the mirror. Tendou caught a glimpse at the wide stain on your back and grimaced.

“Y’know, Teru’s always been one of those guys that talks big but really can’t hold his liquor,” Tendou remarked as he let himself in. In his left hand he was carrying a mustard-yellow T shirt. He saw that you had spotted it, and offered it out.

“Figured you didn’t have a change of clothes,” he said. “I’m hoping it’ll work.”

You took it. The material was soft and pliable from being worn, the printing on it faded. You snorted as you realized it had a printing of the periodic table.

“Is this yours?” You asked.

He shook his head. “Teru’s.”

You raised a brow at him. “He gave it to you?”

“Well…,” Tendou said, a hint of mischief in his voice. “Not exactly.”

“So you stole it,” you stated rather than asked.

“I didn’t steal it,” he corrected. “I borrowed it. For you. It’s the least he could do to make up for it.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, okay, that’s true.”

He gestured to the shirt. “Go ahead and get cleaned up.” He then turned to go back downstairs, shutting the door behind him.

After peeling your shirt from your skin, you wiped the stickiness off with a wet washcloth, and pulled the T-shirt over your head. You balled up your soiled shirt and tucked it under your arm.

When you opened the door again, you were surprised to see Tendou still there, leaning up against the stairway railing.

He offered a smile. “I guess it fits?”

“It’s a little big,” you said. “But yeah, it works.”

His long arms were crossed over his chest, and as he dissected you with his eyes, his brow creased. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You shrugged, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ears. You debated telling him, letting him have a peek into your mind. But some part of you still wanted to stay guarded.

“A little overwhelmed, I guess.” You settled on a half-truth.

“Are you coming back downstairs anytime soon?” he asked.

You shook your head. “Probably not. But you can go ahead.”

“Nah,” he said. “Parties like this are kinda’ lame anyways.”

For a moment, neither of you said or did anything. Tendou then stood up straight and started heading down the hall, pausing to look back and see if you were coming with him. You hesitated.

“Relax,” he hummed. “I know a spot where you can calm down.”

You let him lead you into one of the bedrooms. You paused at the doorway, wondering just where he was going with this, but he didn’t look back as he hefted the window open. Nimbly, he hopped up and pulled himself through, pausing on the sill.

“You coming?” He asked. “Teru’s roof has a pretty sweet view.”

You said nothing as you approached. He got himself all the way out, landing on the roof that started a few feet below the sill. He offered a hand to you, and although you were perfectly capable of getting yourself up there on your own, you decided to humor him and take it.

The September night air was sweet, cool, and most importantly, quiet. The booming bass of the party downstairs was a distant memory as you stepped out onto the roof. You two sat down against the scratching roofing, but you didn’t mind. You were still holding hands from before, but neither of you made any move to pull away.

He smirked. “Told you.”

He had been right; the view really was great. You could see the lights of the city below you from where Terushima’s house sat on a hill. You couldn’t see many stars because of the light pollution, but with how pretty the city was, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

You could feel Tendou wordlessly lean into you. He was warm, solid, comforting. You found yourself untangling your hand from his and instead snaking an arm around his waist. He tensed for a moment, as if he hadn’t been expecting you to touch him first, before relaxing and letting his head fall against your shoulder.

“This is nice,” he breathed.

You simply hummed in response. Your hand danced up and down his side, an innocent exploration. He jolted ever so slightly as your hand brushed against his shoulder blade. You traced your fingers higher, skimming along the searing skin of his milky neck until you raked them up from the bottom of his hair, brushing through.

You heard a sharp intake of breath from him, before he sighed contentedly, letting your fingers gently scrape against his scalp. His hair was stiff and crunchy from the product he put in it, but if you were messing it up, he didn’t say anything.

The two of you stayed on the roof like that for what seemed like forever, saying nothing but feeling everything. He had shifted to sit between your legs, reclined with his back facing you, head resting on your chest. When you stole a glimpse down at him, you saw that his eyelids had fluttered shut.

As if he could feel your gaze upon him, he lazily cracked his eyes open, staring catishly at you.

“I think you were right,” you said.

Saying nothing, he hefted himself up from your lap to face you, never breaking eye contact. He got close again, foreheads almost pressed together, breaths in the fresh night air mixing together.

And then he was kissing you.

It was warm and wet, but not heavy. His lips were slow, practiced, knowing how to mold into yours in just the right way. You kissed him back, cupping his face in your hands. His tongue slid out for a moment, making contact with yours in between your mouths pressing together, and then he pulled away.

“I’m getting a little cold,” he said. “Wanna head back down?”

You haphazardly slipped through the window, and followed Tendou downstairs.

The party had died down a bit, but not by much. You could spot a couple passed out on the couch, and a few small groups talking and laughing rather than a crowd of everyone dancing together. Someone had turned the music down—thank God—and although it still smelled like a teenage party, it felt somehow a little more bearable.

When you got to the bottom of the stairs, Tendou turned to you.

“That was nice,” he said. “Really nice. But I don’t want you getting the wrong idea; I don’t wanna, like… start anything. Romantically. It’s not really how I roll. I’d rather stay just friends, y’know?”

As soon as the words ‘just friends’ left his mouth, you knew it was a lie. You could see it in the blinking of his eyes, the slight twitch of the corners of his mouth, the tilt of his shoulders.

But you didn’t call him out on it. Instead, you said, “Just friends it is, then.”

And then you let him walk away, believing that you had bought his lie, that you were completely oblivious about his attraction to you

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angelatsumu · 3 years

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hq eyeliner hc's [nsfw]

hey babies! back again with another hc type deal with some of my favorite boys!

boys are: tendou, matsukawa & bokuto <3

basically just brain rot about boys would letting me do their eyeliner <3

warnings: slight dubcon with tendou, puppy!reader, oral (f!receiving), cockwarming, fingering, not proofread

requests are open! please send some requests for anything !!

t.satori

boy definitely loves whenever his good puppy does his eyeliner

let's be honest he does it himself usually

you'd come trotting up with the mischievous look on your face, eyeliner in hand.

he just smiles, sitting on the bed and you stood over him.

a smile grows on his face as he feels you crawling into his lap, straddling his waist.

"puppy's doing so good, hm~" he teases as you wiggle your hips in his lap, trying to get a better look at his eyelids for the eyeliner placement. his hands find your waist, gripping lightly as you wiggle a bit more, earning a low groan from your lover. a blush rose to your cheeks as you felt his growing semi against your backside, hand shakily continuing to apply eyeliner to the right eyelid. a huff leaves your lips when his hands move to smooth over your thighs, spreading instinctively to give him better access to your needy heat. he notices, a slight chuckle leaving his lips. you finally manage to complete the first eye, and just as you were moving toward the second, tendou managed to get his hand between the two of you, cupping your heat. you paused, studying your sly boyfriend's face for faltering. knowing your gaze, his eyes remained closed with a coy smirk on his face as his hand began to slowly rub between your folds, gently grazing your clit with each stroke. "hmph," you whimpered, retreating backward so you sat on the edge of his lap, hands just out of reach from your cunny. Tendou lets out a sigh, hands finding your hips and dragging you back into his lap, hard-on pressing into your heat intentionally. "finish what you started, puppy, or i wont be nice." you blushed at his words, craning your neck to begin work on his second eye. Tendou's fingers skillfully swipe aside your panties to collect your slick, spreading it over your clit with a pleased groan. Your cunny clenched around nothing as you whined, arching your back so your bodies pressed closer together. "puppy~" he scolded teasingly, pressing tight circles into your clit as you began to writhe beneath him. "tori, no fair," you whined softly, trying your hardest to focus on the last swipe of eyeliner. just as the pencil met his eyelid, tendou's two fingers penetrated your tight hole, walls immediately fluttering around him as your climax came closer. you whined once more, pressing your hips further onto his fingers in a wonton attempt to get some release. "i warned you~" tendou scolds, fingers moving at a punishing pace as his freehand circles around to rub tight circles into your swollen clit. "please, i-i'm so close~" he would rolls his eyes if they were open at your whining, and you knew that as your legs began to shake, body growing hot as your boyfriend continued to pleasure you. just as you feel that tight coil about to snap, tendou's ministrations on your needy heat cease, and he peaks an eye open to take in the disappointed look on your face. tears start to form in the corners of your eyes as you needily press your thirsty cunt into his hand, making a sloppy attempt of fucking his fingers. Tendou groans in annoyance, swatting at your clit which sends a jolt through your body. "eyeliner, pup. that's all you asked for." you know he's teasing but you can't help but cry a little at the thought of him doing this to you again. just as you go in for your second attempt, tendou's fingers are working you again. his fingers are crossed this time, giving you an irresistible feeling that with any clit stimulation would send you barreling to the edge. you begin to protest, not wanting to be edged right now—you were so sensitive for him, and this he adored more than anything—but tendou shuts you up. "you don't get to tell me no until you finish the fucking thing you begged me to do," he huffs, smirking at the whimper and feel of your salty tears on his skin. tendou loved you, but he loved being mean, too. finally, you finish the swipe across his eyelid, hoping that tendou's merciless behavior ceases, but he has other plans. his eyes flutter open, immediately pinned on you as his free hand once again finds your clit, rubbing figure-eights that have you seeing stars. the way you're squeezing him is driving him crazy, and all he knows is that he needs you to cream for him. your legs start shaking and you collapse against his chest, crying out his name as your orgasm washes over you in waves. his hands never stop pumping in your addictive cunny, and tendou smiles

down at you as if to say, "we aren't done yet".

m.issei

he let you do it when he saw you watching a tiktok of some dude saying he wanted a girl to sit in his lap and do his eyeliner

the issue wasn't that you were allowed to do it, it was that he knew your plan and he played dumb the entire day about it

i mean mans knows you did his eyeliner so that he would get all horny and fuck your brains out, but mans plays the long game

issei just really wants his puppy to beg to be touched like the touch-starved girl she is

"you've been following me around all day, y/n". his voice almost sounds annoyed, but you know that isn't the case. your boyfriend lived for how needy you were with him, but he enjoyed the occasional front to seem less whipped. "i am your puppy, after-all," you retorted, as slight blush at your own words on your cheeks. issei pauses, turning around to see you standing there with your hands crossed over your chest, pout in full-effect. he grins, eyes raking over your form slowly before he rolls his eyes and turns around once more. "if you're gonna stand there, at least help me put the dishes away," he snarks, and you sigh, being the obedient girl he knew you to be. as you're putting the last few dishes into the dishwasher, you feel issei's palm press into your lower back. a sigh leaves your lips as he takes place behind you, leaning so his lips were against your skin. "how about you get a better look at this eyeliner between your legs, hm?" an audible whimper leaves your lips as your tease of a boyfriend backs away, feigning innocence as he looks for an imaginary beverage in the fridge. "issei~" you whine softly, making your way over to him. he glances at you with a smirk on his face, eyebrows raised in fake surprise. "Hm, so horny puppy forgot her manners~" He's teasing and you know it, but you can't bother with games when he stands before you like this, grey sweats hanging low on his hips and hair disheveled. you try to pry your eyes from the prominent dick print, just enough to not get caught, but matsun's chuckle gives it away. matsun closes the fridge, moving to tower over you before backing you into the counter. "staring is impolite, puppy." his arms take place on either side of the counter, caging you in as you let out a whine. he notices your neediness, especially in the way you move your thighs together to create friction for that desperate clit of yours. your lover smirks down at you, shaking his head as he immediately drops to his knees. "you might wanna hold on, puppy~ " before you can process his words, issei's gotten your panties off, forcing them into your mouth. He raises his shirt you're wearing, eyes marveling at your cunny. he breathes in your scent like it's his last breath, licking his lips hungrily as he does so. issei hoists your right leg over his shoulder, sliding in closer to your needy heat. matsun's tongue licks a fat stripe between your folds, warm muscle sending involuntary chills down your spine. his eyes peer up at you, watching your face contort as he delicately presses his tongue into your clit, slowly drawing circles there. a gutteral groan leaves his lips as he feels your slick covering his mouth and cheeks, moving his tongue to lap up the entirety of your cunny at a faster but precise pace. your hands take purchase in his hair as he circles your clit once more, paying close attention the shuddering of your body with each stroke. his hands have a tight grip on your legs as he uses his left to hoist your left leg over his shoulder, rendering you helpless to his will. he pressed your further into the counter, groaning as you involuntary buck your hips against his tongue, desperate to feel his hot muscle inside your cunt. "behave, puppy," he scolds you, continuing to sloppily lap up your wetness as he feels your body quake beneath him. he needs you to cum, so desperate to satisfy his needy puppy after denying her for so long—for him. issei moves his tongue to your entrance, circling sloppily before pushing the muscle into your pulsing walls, and the pull on his hair tells him all he needs to know. matsun's tongue thrashes within you, moving at just enough speed you're seeing stars and losing your grip on your release. he manages to slide a hand between the two of you, massaging your clit with gentle rigor, and moaning into your heat, using the entirety of his tongue to lap up your slick. with a final pinch of your clit combined with the pressure of his tongue thwarting inside you, your orgasm washes over you and you're seeing white, nothing but issei matters as your hips buck wildly

against him. he grins into your cunny, knowing he's done well for his puppy.

b. koutaro

loves the eyeliner in the boys lap trend!

would probably see you doing it one day, and he's like hm?

and then he sees a tiktok of a dude saying he loves when his girl does eyeliner in his lap, and he's like uh, yeah?

so he sends you the tiktok, and you're more than happy to fulfill his fantasy or whatever

he, being the needy boy he is, suggests cockwarming while doing his eyeliner. (bo loves cockwarming doing anything but that's for another day)

"come on, puppy, please~" he whines, legs spread with a hand down his grey sweatpants. you sighed, your strong will wearing thin whenever your boyfriend gave you the puppy dog eyes. bo' loved you and he was constantly looking for ways to keep you guessing, keep you excited about his touch. he knew he never had to try very hard, but still he enjoyed the chase of it all. you clambered into your boyfriends lap, sinking onto his length slowly with a wince. he grinned at your faintly pained expression, knowing his girth always took you off guard. you sat in his lap, smiling at his excited features and he blushed softly under your gaze. it took everything in him not to tear you apart, completely disregarding the eyeliner. as you got situated, your velvety walls clenched around earning light whimpers from your beloved himbo. he grimaced, knowing he didn't want to ruin the intimate experience at hand. "please just start, puppy," he whined, wriggling under your touch as he grew restless. you smirked at him, enamored by your easily excitable boyfriend. you reached to start the first swipe of eyeliner on his left eye, straining in his lap to reach his eyes. as you approached, bo couldn't keep his eyes off of where you two were connected, and that made you blush. "kou, please close your eyes," you huffed and he obliged. his hands instinctively found your waist as you wiggled in his lap once more, his cock twitched inside you at the slight movement. a soft whimper left your lips at the sensation as you struggled to remain focused on the task at hand. with the first swipe across his eyelid, kou thrusted lightly into you, growing too restless to sit still. "bokuto~" you whimpered, withdrawing your hand and lightly pinching his cheek as you shifted attention to the other eyelid. "hurry up and finish so I can fuck you, puppy~" his tone was gruff and urgent, and you blushed, nodding softly. needless to say, the second swipe took no longer than two seconds and your brains were fucked out instantly.

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