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PAIRING - Tendou Satori x Reader x Tsukishima Kei WC - 9.4K GENRE - smut CW - threesome, unprotected sex, oral f!receicing, fingering, spit, face fucking oral m!receiving, multiple orgasms, praise, light degradation (reader called slut a couple times), two dicks one hoooole dp, creampies, mentions of drinking <33 SYNOPSIS - im insane 10 years after the 2012-13 volleyball season, Miyagi prefecture decides to hold a small reunion at the Shiratorizawa campus and as Aoba Johsai's old manager and Iwaizumi's little sister, of course you're invited. you finally get to live out those fantasies you had about the forbidden players from the other teams and then some...
note: honorary tag to miss risu @tetsuskei , my fellow tendou and tsukki simp <3 happy birthday girlie <3
Miyagi meant a lot of things in your life. Growing up, it was always a place you were trying to get away from. A motivator to get yourself to the next stage and off to collegeâcollege that was far, far away. You wouldnât plan on leaving the country, not like your brother had, that change was too much for you. But you could use at least a couple hours between you and the place that youâd always call home.
Growing up in Miyagi meant following your brother to Kitagawa Daiichi for middle school, becoming best friends with the younger sister of his best friend. It meant the two of you then following along with the âvolleyball madnessâ of your elder brothers and once again following them and going to Aoba Johsai for high school. It meant that the two of you became managers for their volleyball team. Miyagi meant you and your best friend being nicknamed âlittle Iwaizumiâ and âlittle Oikawa,â respectively. Though youâd hated to leave her alone, youâd loved escaping the title of âlittle Iwaizumi.â
Lately however, you had started to dread your time away. You missed the comfort of being back home, missed your best friend and the fun you used to have together. So, when there was news of a Miyagi volleyball reunion, it was a relief to you.
A ten-year reunion between the old high school volleyball teams, held at and sponsored by Shiratorizawa academy. All the teams you used to watch from the sidelines as a manager during high school.
You guess you could use the word âwatchâ as a relative term. âDrool overâ was probably better used to describe it. You could never talk to your best friend about it because sheâs been in the same relationship since middle school, she didnât understand it. But you? Perpetually single you? Took every chance to drool over the boys from the other schools, the tall and ridiculously well-built boys. Much to the dismay of the boys on the Aoba Johsai volleyball team.
You truly couldnât count how many times Tooru had begged his sister and you to just pick one of the boys on your volleyball team if you wanted a volleyball player. The two teams in particular that seemed to piss off Hajime and Tooru just so happened to be the teams you watched the most.
It wasnât like you planned to get the hots for boys from Karasuno and Shiratorizawa. You always did feel bad about it, but you just couldnât help yourself.
Two boys in particular always drew your attention more than the others.
Tsukishima Kei and Tendou Satori.
It made you feel like an awful manager, an awful little sister, but how could you not look at them like that.
Youâd been yelled at when you were caught staring at Tsukishima and berated even further when you were caught with Tendou in your sights next. Begged by your third years that if you had a thing for middle blockers you could go for Mattsun or for Kindaichi and no one would be mad about it. But Kindaichi was too nice for you to think of that way and you hated the prospect of being with someone as close to your brother as Mattsun was.
It wasnât like anything ever came of the little fantasies that lived in your head though. The little dreams you had of getting one of the tall boys from your rival teams to fall for and fawn over you.
No, you were âlittle Iwaizumi,â and everyone on the team made sure you wouldnât be touched.
Even when Hajime and Tooru left, theyâd left Kyotani to be your âguard dogâ with explicit instructions that no other team was to even look in your direction. And when Kyotani left, heâd passed the torch down to Kunimi and Kindaichiâ the traitors held to the rule.
Now, however, ten years after youâd first joined the Seijoh volleyball team as manager, you couldnât be called âlittle Iwaizumiâ anymore. 25 years old, your brother couldnât control who got close to you anymore, no one on the team could. They could only complain when they saw your eyes wander.
This reunion really did nothing to calm their stress over you. Not when the two boys who controlled most of your fantasies in high school were in the same room as you now. Not when you had less guilt about who you were drooling over and how that drooling affected others.
Everyone in the room had grown up tremendously, matured in both physicality and mentality.
That did not mean that their competitiveness disappeared, however.
Now, you canât seem to remember who first proposed the idea, youâre not sure anyone really does, but the volleyball net had been dragged out and three-on-three matches had been on rotation for the last hour. Short single set matches that youâd all elected would end with the first to hit ten points.
You couldnât remember who first proposed the idea, but god were you mentally thanking them for what it got you right now.
You were leaning on a table, chin propped up on the heel of your palm, sucking down yet another alcohol-filled beverage and staring at the two boys currently only separated by the volleyball net. Both Tsukishima and Tendou had gotten taller since youâd first seen them. Both still all lean muscles and sharp movements. Lazy smirks and their very long fingers that the balls bounced off of.
âGet a hold of yourself Little Iwa," Makki laughed lightly, poking fun at you from his seat diagonal from you at your table.
âY/n can you fucking stop," Hajime growled at you, annoyed at the way you refused to tear your eyes off of the two boys moving across the court, sending taunts at each other.
âWe donât need our manager getting with one of those losers," Tooru pouted, crossing his arms with a huff. You rolled your eyes quickly but went right back to staring.
âFirst, Iâm not your manager anymore,â you said pointedly at Tooru, and kept talking before he took your small silence as a chance to speak. âSecond, Iâm just looking, so relax. You all know Iâm not going to do anything.â You ignored the grumbles that came from the table.
Your best friend, Oikawaâs little sister was over at another table flirting away with her boyfriend, and you shot her a quick glare. As much as you loved her, sheâd left you to deal with the overprotective boys of your team alone.
The three-on-three of your favorite eye candy ended quickly, like most of the matches had been and you watched as your brother and Tooru moved onto the court along with Mattsun.
âYouâre real keen on annoying them huh?â Makki gave a laugh without looking away from where his closest friends were starting their game. You rolled your eyes and stood up from your spot, tearing your sight away from where Kageyama and Hinata were taking the side opposite from your boys along with one of their old aces.
You easily finished off what was left of your drink before setting the cup down on the table. âIâm gonna go find a bathroom, now that my guard dogs are busy.â
Makki snorted at your declaration but made no move to stop you from moving towards the exit of the gym. The rest of your team was too invested in the match about to start and barely noticed you slip out. You sighed, sliding the door shut behind you just as you heard them hit the volleyball for the first time.
You breathed in the fresh air, it was a smell youâd missed in the city for college. The light was quickly fading from the sky and the stars were slowly starting to peek out. The air sent soft bumps rising across your skin in response to the temperature change.
You barely noticed the exchange of words sent out in harsh tones until you saw who they belonged to. Tsukishima and Tendou were standing across from each other, words dripping venom as their bodies began to move closer to each other.
The familiar forms of boys about to get into a fight sent your body into an instinctual reaction. Practice built into the fiber of your being from all the confrontation youâd shut down in your time as a manager.
You easily slid yourself between them without a second thought, the flat of your palms finding each of their chests and lightly pushing them apart. They each took a step back, probably from shock rather than the force youâd pushed them apart as you started to ramble off.
âCome on now, no oneâs supposed to be actually fighting tonight,â you insisted, closing your eyes and shaking your head lightly. âAll fun and jokes tonight and it will not be on my watch that a fight breaks out.â
The slight buzz in your veins from your drinks had you forgetting that who you were spouting off to were not your old Seijoh boys. That they were not the boys you were usually lecturing. That they were, instead, the boysâ the men youâd never actually found yourself in a conversation with despite how often youâd dreamed them up. Men who probably didnât even know who youâ
âYouâre the little manager from Seijoh, right?â A voice from your left sounded off, deep and smooth, a playful lilt to the tone as it up-ticked on his last word.
âYeah, yeah," a voice from your right mused, indifference leaking into his words as he acknowledged who you were as well. âIwaizumiâs little sister, yeah?â
And suddenly the warmth inside your veins from the drinks youâd had seemed to turn into ice, freezing you in your place.
They knew who you were?
The reality of the situation crashed down onto you. You were standing between two men who were much, much bigger than you.
You swallowed hard as you took a step back to have them both in your view at once. Both of them easily towered over you. Even with their slouched postures, their long limbs made height no competition.
You had never seen either of them this close before and you felt yourself try to swallow the ball of nerves suddenly formed in your throat as you stared up at them.
You could see the defined lines of their muscles running across their skin and suddenly you were once again falling victim to all the little fantasies your teenage self had dreamed up all those years ago. You felt your face heat up as they both stared down at you and you quickly realized that you hadnât responded to either of them.
You, despite your realization, couldnât force yourself to push out any sort of response. A small pathetic squeak was the only noise that came out as your mind derailed into images of all the times youâd thought of them while you touched yourself.
You had always thought of them separately, however, now here they both were. Standing in front of you. Together.
Your eyes darted between the two of them quickly, your brain trying to force your body to move or your voice to come out, to no avail.
Tendou was the first one to reach out and try to grab your attention. If you had been as observant as Tendou, you would have noticed the way Tsukishimaâs eyes had trailed to the bottom hem of your dress, resting on your revealed upper thighs.
Tendouâs smirk was easy as he lifted his hand. You jumped at first contact, his fingers hot as he brushed them along your jaw, lifting it so that you could look at him as he stepped into your personal space. His voice slipped out of his throat easily as his eyes flicked over your features, taking in every small reaction. âWhatâs wrong little bunny?â His head tilted at the question, smirk forming a mocking pout. âYouâre not scared, are you?â The teasing lilt of his voice sent a new layer of goosebumps rushing across your skin as you struggled to reply.
Your attention was stolen as Tsukishima scoffed and stepped next to Tendou, easily swatting away Tendouâs hand and replacing it with his own. Your jaw was turned easily, forcing your gaze to him now. âIs this guy bothering you?â He gave no pause for me to answer his question even if I had my wits about me before he continued to speak, âwhy donât you come with me, pretty girl?â
You felt your thighs squeeze together involuntarily and your eyes widened as you looked up at him in shock. Tendouâs laugh seemed to bring not only you, but Tsukishima as well, back to the moment.
As both of their touches left your body, you stood between them again, completely lost as they turned their eyes away from you and, instead, they looked over you. Yet another reminder to yourself of how much bigger they were. You shrunk in your own skin at the intensity they used to stare at each other, but your legs stayed pressed together as you intently watched every twitch of their jaws.
âWhat?â Tendou laughed at Tsukishima, inviting him to participate In a little game. âDo you think you could reach deeper than me?â You choked on the air trying to escape your lungs and looked up at Tendou shocked, trying to process the taunt that had just left his lips. Tendou had lifted his hand again, he displayed it in front of your face then, wiggling his fingers lightly as if to show me their movement range and length. âCome on bunny, tell me I could go deeper than Mr. Vanilla here.â Mr. Vanilla, a taunt that heâd assigned to Tsukishima back in your first year. A taunt that dared you to say a contradictory statement.
Tsukishima stole your attention again, staring at his fingers brushing down your arm as he wrapped them easily around your wrist. You whimpered as you registered that his fingers were just as long as his current competitorâs.
âDonât worry, pretty,â you stared in awe as he bent down lightly, bringing his face inches from yours, âIâll prove him wrong, and then you can be mine.â You swallowed hard again, your eyes flickered over to Tendou as Tsukishaimaâs grip tightened on your arm, demanding your attention again. âAll mine, right?â His tone screamed âcondescensionâ and your brain and body were melting under the possessive words and touches.
You barely registered your feet following blindly along as the two of them ushered you through the unfamiliar territory of the Shiratorizawa campus towards the dorm rooms. You registered Tendou slipping a key into the door of one of the rooms.
Each of those who came in from out of town for the reunion had been offered up a room in the dorms to stay in for the weekend. Part of the overly generous sponsorship of Shiratorizawa Academy.
Hands brushed against your body easily, wandering touches from both the men, grasping at the thin fabric covering your body. Your head was swimming and you had no idea what to do with yourself.
One of your arms rested on the shoulder of Tendou in front of you as his hands were pushing down the straps of your dress. He was bent towards you, pressing kisses into the left side of your neck and trailing them to your collarbone, sucking marks into your skin.
Your other arm was reaching behind you, hand grasping onto Tsukishimaâs hair as his fingers easily were bringing down the zipper on your dress. He was bent towards you as well, sucking his own marks into the right side of your neck.
You were pressed onto your toes in this position, both their hands holding you up to ease their own bending. Your head was stuck in place, head tilted towards the ceiling, your eyes half shut as you let yourself be consumed by the dizzying feeling of their lips and hands on your skin.
âI hate how gorgeous you look," Tsukishima whispered under your ear, his hot breath fanning across the wet marks heâd just left. His tone was heavy and his voice had gotten deeper since entering the room, a shiver forced its way down your spine at his words.
âNo idea how much Iâd wished I could get your hands on you back in high school," Tendou pushed down the top of your dress, slipping the fabric below your chest as he immediately moved his mouth lower. Delivering hot kisses to the tops of your breasts, he slowed down your processing of his words. Did he justâ âI would watch you at games you know.â The words were paired with his mouth latching around one of your nipples. A harsh gasp was forced out of your mouth, your chest arching towards his mouth.
âYou have any idea how fucking irritating it was,â Tsukishima pushed the fabric of your dress down lower, past your hips so that it could pool at your feet, his hands immediately finding purchase on your hips, âto know such a cute little thing like you couldnât be touched?â You felt his fingers tighten across your hips and whimpered lightly as he rolled his own hips harshly into yours.
âLook how small you look between us bunny," Tendou teased and you shrunk in your skin again. Your thighs pressed together hotly only to be knocked back apart by one of Tsukishimaâs legs from behind. âItâs so cute how shy you get when we remind you.â
You felt your face heat up even more, the flush spreading down your neck and up your ears. You let out a small noise in the back of your throat as Tsukishima stood back to his full height and pressed his body flush to yours. âWhatâs the matter, pretty girl?â He was rubbing hard circles into the sensitive skin of your hips and your breathing stuttered as Tendou removed his mouth from your chest.
âYou look a little nervous," Tendou teased as he stood back up to his full height, pressing his body into your front. You caught both of them in your eyeline as they gave you predatory stares. They really did make you feel like a stupid bunny whoâd been caught by two wolves. Two wolves who were fighting over which one would get to have you for dinner. They were willing to split you in two to win. âWeâre just playing a little game.â His voice was playful but his smirk told you that you would not come out of this alive.
âCome on Tendou,â Tsukishima chuckled as his circles continued, forcing your hips to involuntarily jerk into his, âletâs explain to her the game.â
âYou get to decide who wins, baby," Tendou cooed in your ear, his fingers finding their way to flick over your nipples, still wet from his mouth, pulling a whine from your throat. âWeâre gonna figure out whoâs better with their fingers.â
Your eyes widened as you processed Tendouâs words. You looked up at him, his expression was playful, like he was conducting a simple experiment. You had no doubt that he meant every word of what he said.
âYour body decides the winner, really," Tsukishima laughed and you quickly changed the target of your eyes. You felt your eyelashes flutter slightly as Tendou pressed another sloppy kiss to your collarbone. âItâs a game of who can make you cum more," he whispered against the hollow of your ear.
You tensed at the prospect. It was no time to feel shy, standing before the two men in nothing but a pair of panties, but your face heated up nonetheless. The expectations of their fingers and kisses caused your thighs to press together. You could feel the heat pooling in your abdomen, excitement and anxiousness fraying every nerve of yours. You were hyper-aware of Tendouâs fingers trailing down your stomach towards your last remaining item of clothing. Hyper-aware of Tsukishimaâs fingers bruising your hips before soothing them, only to do it again.
Tsukishimaâs kisses trailed to the front of your neck, your head falling back onto his shoulder as he sucked tiny marks into your skin. Your breathing became weighted and soft moans fell out of your mouth at the overload of touches that you were feeling. âWhoâs making you feel this good, pretty girl?â Tsukishima taunted against your throat.
You were fighting against the foggy feeling in your brain, trying to come up with an answer. Truthfully, you didnât know. You couldnât pick between the two of them, their smells, the heat coming off them, their touches overwhelming your senses in tandem. You were so focused on trying to get your tongue to form the syllables in your mouth that you didnât notice Tendouâs movementsânot until your body was completely lifted off the ground, your knees being hooked easily over his shoulders.
You gasped loudly at their quick and effortless change. Tsukishima had switched his grip so that he helped suspend you in the air by an arm wrapped around your waist, the rest of your weight being placed on Tendouâs shoulders. Tendouâs grip around your upper thighs came with fingertips digging into the soft flesh of one of your thighs as the other hand easily cupped your ass, kneading into it. Your attention was drawn to the way Tsukishima took up the mantle of handling your nipples, rolling them softly between his fingers before pinching to draw a cry from your lips.
Your attention snapped back to the man between your thighs as he bit lightly into the inside of your thigh. You cried out but the pain was quickly washed over by Tendouâs tongue brushed softly over the bruising skin. âTe-tendou,â you panted out as you looked down at him, Tsukishimaâs bites on your neck causing your words to sit heavy on your tongue as you whimpered again.
âNo need to be so formal," Tendou teased as he sucked another mark onto the sensitive skin of your hip. You whimpered out, hips pushing towards him against your will as Tsukishima held your upper body in place. âCall me Satori.â He smirked up at you, locking eyes with you before licking lightly up your thigh, closer to your panties.
âSa-ahh,â you tossed your head back as Tendou interrupted you with a hard press of his tongue, flattening it and dragging it up your core through your panties. Panties that you had no doubt were either already or about to be soaked throughâruined. âSatori, please,â you whimpered, trying to bring your attention back to watch him kneeling there. You tried to take in the sight before you, his bright hair was damp from the match heâd played just half an hour prior. It wasnât spiked up like it had been back in high school, the soft natural waves were pushed back and out of his eyes. His eyes that were trying to lock with yours, analyzing your every reaction. He pulled back just as you accidentally pushed your hips towards himâhaving guessed that was what you would do even without your own prior knowledge of it.
âI want to hear you ask me for it,â you could feel his hot breath against your core and you whined. A new wave of heat flushed through your abdomen and you could feel your thighs tensing. By the smirk he wore, you knew Tendou did too. He trained his teeth to bite into your flesh once again. âYou smell so good, bunny.â
âPlease,â you whimpered out, a fresh flush climbing up your face as you tried to form the question. Tendou hummed against your inner thigh, close to the edge of your panties. Licking teasingly, his tongue just barely brushing under the hem and you cried out in frustration. âPlease Satori," you sobbed out, the stimulation Tsukishima had against your chest was nothing close to the amount that your body was begging for. âSatori, want you to eat me out," you begged, your shame only serving to flood your panties more. âWant to feel your fingers in me," you slammed your eyes shut in embarrassment but that didnât stop you from hearing him.
âOh ho?â You could hear his smirk in his voice. âWhat the cutie wants, she gets.â
Your panties were torn easily from your body, the sound of ripping fabric filling your ears. You, however, had no time to react to the sound before you were assaulted with the instant pleasure of Tendouâs hot tongue pressing against your core. The lewd sound of him slurping up your wetness pulling a cry out of your lips as his tongue flicked over your clit.
âThis wet from just a few kisses?â Tsukishima shamed you in your ear. You whimpered and nodded, keeping your eyes squeezed shut. âDonât be mean," Tsukishima commanded, his hand lifting from your chest to tilt your head down. âLook at him when heâs making you feel so good," you whimpered and pulled your eyes open, looking down. Tendou was already looking at your face, a smirk still on his lips as he went to suck your clit into his mouth. âWhy donât you thank him?â Tsukishima laughed as he felt your body tighten up.
You whimpered as you stared down at Tendou. He hummed in content, sending vibrations through your body. âTh-thank you-â the last syllable drawled out of your mouth as you felt Tendou press his tongue into your entrance. Your jaw hung open as your head fell forward, watching him through half-lidded eyes. He pulled away for a second and smirked at the whine that left your body from the lack of contact.
âDonât thank me yet," he chuckled before latching his lips back onto your clit. The moan that fell from your lips was broken and interrupted by a loud gasp as Tendou slipped one of his long fingers inside of you. You whimpered at the depth, no one had reached that far into you with just a finger before. The arousal pooling in your abdomen, leaked out around his finger and he pulled his mouth just far enough away from you to speak. âYouâre so fucking tight, baby," he moaned out the words and immediately pressed his tongue back to your clit. Soft licks making your head dizzy as he pushed in another finger.
The feeling of being stretched by his fingers while he licked dutifully at your clit had moans of need falling unabashedly off your tongue. âPlease,â you begged as he started to thrust his fingers into you, his knuckles brushing against your entrance every time he pushed in, ââtori please.â You could feel the tightening in your core and tried to push your hips down into his hand and mouth. Tendou smirked up at you and picked up the pace of his tongue. He pressed harder against your clit, switching between sucking and licking on it, his fingers twisted inside of you and curled towards himself. The thrusts of his fingers turned into stroked as he buried his fingers as deep into you as he could, pressing against your g-spot.
A string of curses fell from your mouth as his pace became unforgiving. Your fingers found a way to curl into his hair, your head falling back onto Tsukishimaâs shoulder. âYou gonna cum for him?â Tsukishima asked in your ear. You nodded your head frantically, the curses coming louder as the coil curled impossibly tighter. âCum then, cum like a little slut all over him.â Tsukishima sucked onto the skin under your ear and you felt yourself come undone.
The moan you let out, was more akin to a scream as you felt your body tighten and then relax in rapid succession. Tendouâs pace didnât let up until your grip on his hair loosened. He chuckled as he pulled his face away from you. Your head lifted slightly to see the mess he sported. His hair was messier than before, sticking up softly from where your hands had just been, the bottom half of his face was slick from a mix of your wetness and his own saliva. Your hips protested as he dragged his fingers out of you, trying to follow him but being held in place by Tsukishimaâs arm.
He wiped his face lazily with the neck of his t-shirt and you whined as Tendou brought his fingers to his lips. His tongue darted out as he licked a long stripe up them. âWanna taste?â He teased, bringing his fingers to your lips as he let your legs drop and stood up. Tsukishimaâs grip on you kept your toes a few inches off the ground as your legs dangled. The two still towered over you and your eyes followed to look up at Tendou as his eyes trained on the way your lips parted obediently for your tongue to lick his fingers clean. His fingers lay heavy on your lips as you tasted yourself on them and his eyes glanced over your head to look at Tsukishima. âI think thatâs one point for me," he taunted with a lazy smirk on his lips.
You shrieked in surprise as Tsukishima let out a low growl and dropped your body. You fell forward, your shaky legs buckling at the impact of the floor on your feet. Your chest collided with Tendouâs as his free arm wrapped around your waist, supporting you as his other fingers staying on your lips, coaxing your tongue out of your mouth. Tsukishimaâs fingers entered you from behind as you were distracted, knocking the breath out of you as his two fingers pressed in easily.
âFuck," Tsukishima cursed as he spread his fingers inside of you. âYou really are fucking tight.â He groaned and your eyes rolled back easily as he started to move them in and out of you. The moan you let out was cut off as Tendou easily shoved his fingers into your mouth, testing your gag reflex. Your eyes snapped open to look up at Tendou to find him staring down at his fingers in your mouth.
Tsukishimaâs movements were a contrast to Tendouâs, instead of curling and stroking, he wasted no time beginning to piston his fingers in and out of you. Pulling gargled cries out of you, the stimulation of his fingers so soon after your release had your nerves lighting up and the coil in your core reforming lightning fast. Tendou pressed his fingers in your mouth further and smiled as you tilted your head back for his easier access.
âWhat a good little bunny,â he praised you and you could feel yourself tighten around Tsukishimaâs fingers, a groan leaving his lips in response. Tendou tilted your head back further with his fingers at the front of your throat, forcing you to look up at Tsukishima behind you. âLook how cute you are with those tears in your eyes.â
âYou love how big we are donât you?â Tsukishima taunted, his fingers sending your body tightening along with his words. âHow easily we can make you fall apart?â He chuckled as your eyes rolled back, the pressure of Tendouâs fingers on your tongue and of Tsukishimaâs pounding into you becoming too much as you fell over the edge again. The only noises you could make came out as lewd gurgles around the fingers in your throat as you came on the fingers inside you. âOne for me.â
Tendouâs fingers left your mouth, allowing soft moans to escape from your body as Tsukishimaâs fingers didnât stop moving. You gasped at the sudden intrusion of Tendouâs fingers pressing into you next to Tsukishimaâs. Your body was shaking, reeling from the aftereffects of the orgasms that had been ripped out of you in such a short amount of time.
Your mind grew fuzzy, the only thing you could focus on being the way their fingers moved at different paces, both reaching deeper inside of you. The competition of who would be the one to make you fall over the edge. The noises fell out of your mouth as a mix of whines and moans and pleasâfor what? You werenât sure. You were deaf to any words that fell from their lips as you were overwhelmed by them. You felt another orgasm crash over you with no warning, knocking the air out of your lungs and causing your body to seize up.
Their fingers both pulled out of you, all support on your body disappearing. You fell easily out of their arms, trying to gasp air into your body as you fell. Your knees crashed to the ground harshly but you couldnât be bothered by the pain of the impact when your whole body was still buzzing from the pleasure.
âAww, bunny," Tendou cooed at you, his hand gripping your chin and tilting your head up. He pulled your bottom lip down lazily as you looked up at him with half-open eyes. âIf you wanted to be on your knees for us, you just had to let us know," you whined lightly and watched his thumb as he pulled his hand from your face.
âLook how cute you look down there,â Tsukishima teased, coming to stand in front of you, next to Tendou, âalready drunk on us?â He clicked his tongue in disappointment at you and you looked up at him, the need to win his approval clawing at your insides. âYou havenât even seen your prize yet.â
You watched in awe as the two of them shared a small look before they reached for their shirts. A firm grip on the back collar of their shirts and a fluid movement that pulled the fabric over their heads. The sight of their muscles flexing and the reveal of their picture-perfect abs had your mouth hanging open as you stared.
You could feel the light amount of drool collecting in the corners of your mouth as you locked your eyes on their hands and how their long and nimble fingersâ the ones that had just been inside of you and making you fall apartâ easily undid the buttons on their jeans. Jeans that, until this point, had done a wonderful job of denying you the pleasure of feeling just how hard your positions had been making them.
You could register their voices coming out, but your ears tuned out the actual words as your eyes flicked between the bulges now staring you right in the face. Small wet patches staining the fabric of their briefs. The second their briefs came off, you were pressing your thighs together at the sudden rush of wetness you felt flood towards your core. Your eyes widened as you watched their lengths bob lightly as they were releasedâ thick and long and so so pretty. You couldnât decide who you wanted to look at more, your eyes flicking back and forth in awe as you were pretty sure some drool started to leak down your lips.
âCome on pretty girl,â a light tap to the side of your face had your ears working again as Tsukishimaâs voice came into focus, âwhich do you think is longer?â You couldnât answer. Their lengths were both so impressive and from your angle you couldnât tell if one was longer or not.
Your silence was greeted with Tendouâs taunting voice. âLook at you,â he chuckled and you knew he was wearing a smirk but you couldnât pull your eyes to look anywhere but the cocks that you wanted so desperately to reach out and touch now, âpretty little slut, so transfixed by a couple of big cocks. Huh, bunny?â You swallowed hard, registering the words but not finding the willpower to do anything but take in the details of their cocks. The pretty veins running along the underside of them, the precum leaking out the tip, the way their hands wrapped around their own bases snugly and supported them in your line of view.
âCâmon baby,â Tsukishimaâs voice seemed irritated and his hand tapping on your cheek again, âcanât even answer a little question, can you?â You let out a soft whine, not being able to form words as you watched his hand give his length a languid stroke.
âAww, thatâs okay,â Tendouâs voice came out sweetly as your eyes flicked to see the way he squeezed around his length, more liquid dripping out of the tip, âwe can find out who fills her better in a minute.â
And that was what it took to break your trance becauseâ oh fuck. You were going to have to fit those inside of you? You snapped your eyes up to their faces. Predatory smirks graced their lips as they looked at you with narrow eyes.
âThey,â You swallowed hard, your voice coming out whiny as you could feel your still-wet eyelashes brush your eyelids, âtheyâre not gonna fit.â Both of the men in front of you let out a groan as they looked down at you, their eyes filled with the faintest residual of self-restraint.
You didnât realize how wobbly your lips were until Tendou pulled on your bottom one, steadying it. With his thumb pulling it down, he cupped your jaw with the rest of his hand. âWeâre going to make them fit, right?â The condescension flooded his voice as his grip on your jaw made your head nod up and down in affirmation. Your body face heated up again at the implication and you felt your uneven breathing catch in your throat again. âFuck I wanna ruin you," he mumbled, staring at your wide eyes.
âLook how cute and obedient you are," Tsukishima praised down at you, watching as you started to nod on your own. Your eyes fluttered shut as he ran his fingers gently down your hair. You leaned into his touch as the tips of his fingers massaged into your scalp. He suddenly made a fist and jerked your head back to look up at the two of them. His eyes filled with pride at the cry that was ripped from your lips. âGonna be a good slut and get our cocks nice and wet?â You nodded easily, not even second guessing the motion as you licked your lips excitedly.
âSenpai first," Tendou teased as he pulled your chin towards his hips. âOpen up bunny.â You let your lips part hesitantly, your tongue flicking out to lick softly at the head of Tendouâs cock. You reached your hands out, wrapping one around Tsukishima and one around Tendou, meeting their own hands hesitantly. You let them guide the movements of your hands as you licked again.
You gathered the salty liquid from his tip onto your tongue and glanced up at him to gauge his reaction. His eyes were half shut, watching you carefully as his chest heaved. Heavy pants fell from his lips and you decided to push forward. You stretched your lips carefully around his tip and gave an experimental suck. A soft moan left his lips and you smiled at it. You licked along the bottom of his length as you attempted to take more of him in. You loosened your jaw and started to bob your head. The stretch of your jaw stung but it was worth it to hear the moans fall out of Tendouâs mouth as you moved.
After a few minutes, Tendou groaned and wove one of his hands through your hair. âYou trust me right?â You paused your movements and looked up at him, nodding the best you could with your mouth full like it was. His free hand came to unwrap your hand from his length and you let him drop it back to your side. your eyes watched him carefully, your other hand still pumping up and down Tsukishima to the side. âGonna let me make you a little soppy, bunny?â His question was soft and you nodded hesitantly. His smirk grew and suddenly both his hands were in your hair.
He held your head in place and thrusted into your throat quickly. You let out a strangled squeak, your head instinctually trying to pull back as tears sprung to the corners of your eyes. Both men chuckled above you at the panicked look that filled your eyes before he picked up his thrusting. One of his hands fell to your jaw, keeping it pried open, using his grip on your head to thrust in rougher. The wet sound of your gagging sent both of the men above you moaning and more wetness dripping onto the tops of your thighs.
âFuck that feels so good baby," Tendou moaned, his head tossing back as he kept up his thrusts. You could feel the drool falling down your chin, the tears from your eyes spilling over onto your cheeks and mixing into the drool.
A second hand in your hair ripped you away from Tendouâs cock easily. Your mouth hung open, strings of saliva connecting your lips to him. You panted, trying to catch your breath, your chest heaving as your tongue hung out of your mouth. You barely had time to take in gulps of air before the emptiness in your mouth was filled by Tsukishima.
Your eyes rolled back easily as he chose to keep his hips still and instead used his grip on your hair to bob your head up and down roughly. Your throat protested at the rough treatment, tightening as he abused it easily. Tears flooded through your eyes squeezed shut but the sounds of their moans kept you in your place. Your nails digging into your palms as you thought about the disgusting amount of pleasure flooding your lower half.
Your head was dizzy as you zoned in on their voices. âYou getting off on this little slut?â Tsukishimaâs words came out in a mix of groans as he struggled to hide how much pleasure he was in.
âOf course she is,â Tendouâs voice was paired with the wet sounds of him stroking his cock, his fingers gathered some of the drool dripping off your chin, your watery eyes watching as he brought it to aid his motions, âlittle bunny just loves how much bigger we are.â
You whined around Tsukishimaâs cock, the sound coming out wet and gargled. âYou love being pushed around by us?â Tsukishima taunted, dragging your lips off his cock and turning your head so that Tendou could push his way back into your mouth. He gave a couple hard thrusts before pulling out again. Each had a hand in your hair, pulling you back and forth. Tsukishima thrusted into your lips again and you fought back a wet sob as you gagged. âLike us using you how we want.â
You gasped desperately as your mouth was freed again, the lower half of your face covered in spit and precum. Tears flowed steadily from your eyes but you kept your jaw held open. âLook so precious crying over our cocks, bunny," Tendouâs voice cooed down at you. Your vision was blurry but your ears were overwhelmed by the sounds of their voices and the moans falling from their lips.
âYou wanna be filled up now, pretty girl?â Tsukishimaâs taunt cut through to you and you whined around whoeverâs cock was stuffed in your throat. Trying your hardest to nod when you couldnât move much.
âCome on messy girl," Tendou said playfully, and you were pulled away from both of them, gulping in air as you felt the cold air hit your wet face and neck. âBeg for it.â
You whined up at him but did it without thinking. âPlease," your voice was hoarse and breathy as you panted out the words. âWant it. Want it so bad," you brushed the back of your hand against your mouth, wiping tears and drool and a little snot away. You sniffled pathetically at how disgusting you felt.
âWant what, slut?â Tsukishima laughed, pinching your cheeks together as you looked up at them. The way they towered over you forcing you to feel the slick on your thighs drip even lower.
âBe specific, bunny," Tendou pouted at you, a small smirk pulling on the corner of his lips.
You whimpered at both of them, the shame filling your cheeks with heat. âWanna be filled with your cocks please," you begged, sniffling as you looked up at them with wide eyes.
âAww, cute little bunny," Tendou teased, slapping Tsukishimaâs hand away from your face and pulling you up onto shaky legs. âYou ask so well, donât wanna disappoint the cutie.â He placed you back between the two of them, facing you towards Tsukishima and pressing against your back.
You let out a shocked squeak as he lifted you up easily. He wrapped his arms around your thighs easily, gripping onto your elbows to trap you in place, your back flush to his chest and your thighs spreadâputting you on display for Tsukishima. You could feel his tip pressing lightly against your entrance, barely pushing in. The stretch was already making your eyes water but you whined for him, trying to push your hips down to no avail, babbling out pleas.
âYou ready baby?â Tendou whispered in your ear, his eyes locking with Tsukishima over your shoulder. Tsukishima who had his own eyes trained on where your pussy was clenching around Tendouâs tip begging to be filled. âWant me to go slow?â His voice was teasing and you couldnât take it anymore.
You shook your head desperately. âPlease," you begged, a soft sob coming out of your mouth. âJusâ want you," your words came out slurred and whiny as you tried to push your hips down onto his. âNeed you now,â you cried, ânot slow please," you begged. âWanâ be fucked âTori.â
Tendou chuckled darkly and you felt Tsukishima grip your chin to bring your attention to him. âYou asked for it, bunny." Tendou dropped you down quickly, laughing at the scream that tore its way from your throat at the feeling of the intense stretch. Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the burning pain engulf your body. You felt Tsukishimaâs lips press to your cheek, kissing away the tears that streamed out of your eyes. âCâmon bunny,â Tendou whispered in your ear, his voice strained at the snugness of being inside of you finally, âyouâre okay right?â His lips pressed to the opposite cheek of Tsukishimaâs, kissing softly before licking up some of your tears cruelly. You whimpered in response, trying desperately to relax your body around him so he could move.
âYouâre so pretty when you cry, baby," Tsukishima cooed, forcing you to open your eyes and look at him. You could barely focus, your chest heaving up and down as you panted, Tendouâs cock pressing so deeply into you, kissing your cervix, deeper than Iâd ever felt anything before. âYou said you wanted it, right?â Tsukishima mocked.
You nodded stubbornly. You had. You had said you wanted it. You did want it. Whimpers fell out of your mouth in the form of âyesâs. âYou can take me, right baby?â Tendou asked, one hand coming up to aid your head in nodding.
âCâmon little one, tell us what you want," Tsukishima prompted, smirking at the glazed-over look in your eye. âAsk for it.â
You whimpered as Tendou moved his hand back into its position on your arm, his breath hot on your neck. âMove please," you cried, pushing through the pain. âWanna feel you move," you panted as you felt his grip tighten around you. âPlease âTori.â
At the sound of his name you felt Tendouâs lips smirk against your cheek. His arms easily flexed to lift you up and drop you back down. You cried out loudly. Babbling out âthank youâs and whines as he bounced you quickly. The pain gave way to pleasure at the way he made you feel so full. The friction he built causing the coiling to start.
Tendouâs lips trailed down to your neck, marking it more as he bounced you quicker. Tsukishima, in front of you, caught one of your nipples in his mouth, his fingers catching the other one. Your eyes rolled back, your cries turning into loud moans and curses falling off your tongue. Pleas for more coming out as simple babbles, the words refusing to form properly as your brain tried to process the feeling of being pushed closer and closer to the edge. You couldnât even tighten around him, too stretched out to, as you felt yourself tipping over the edge.
You came with a scream, your body going limp in his arms. Tsukishima easily pulled you into his own arms. You whined at the feeling of loss as Tendou slipped out of you. You werenât empty for long, your arms instinctually wrapping around his neck for stability as his cock slipped inside of you. You tried to wrap your legs around his waist, his hands gripping onto your ass as he bounced you up and down. Loud moans fell out of your mouth, Tsukishimaâs groans filling your ears.
The stretch that came from Tsukishima hurt just a little less. your mind was dizzy, your eyes blurry as he fucked himself into you. Tendou cooed praises into your ear as Tsukishima got rougher, his hips slamming into yours. The tip of his cock hitting just the perfect spot repeatedly. It was different than Tendou, harder and rougher, he bullied another sobbing orgasm from your body. You screamed out and felt him still inside of you.
You were gasping, every nerve ending on fire, flinching at every small graze from Tendou and Tsukishimaâs fingers. You felt Tendouâs hard chest press back against your back and you snapped your eyes to look back up at them.
âYouâve got more in you, right pretty girl?â Tsukishima said softly, commanding your attention, you whimpered at the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you. âWanna keep being our good little slut, right?â Your eyes widened as you felt Tendou press the head of his cock against where Tsukishima had already stretched you out.
You whimpered and turned your head slightly to lock your fearful eyes onto Tendou. His darkened eyes looked at your tears hungrily. âIt's okay, bunny," the softness of his voice was contradicting the look in his eyes. âYou can take us, right?â He coaxed, soft fingers brushing over your lips. âBe our good little girl?â Your eyes glanced between theirs. Their pleading looks had you nodding your head without thinking, giving into their pleas even as you could feel the tears starting again.
âFuckâ and âGood girlâ were moaned out simultaneously in your ears as Tendou eased himself in slowly, his cock snug against Tsukishimaâs in your tiny entrance.
You let out a wet sob as your head dropped forward against Tsukishima. You felt the tears fall in steady streams from your eyes as you whimpered in pain. Tsukishimaâs fingers were gentle as they pressed under your jaw, guiding your chin back up. âYouâre so good for us," he praised in a soft whisper, a soft moan following right after. He kissed away some of your tears.
âYouâre so pretty crying for us." Tendouâs fingers brushed hair away from your eyes gently, softly turning your face to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. âYou still want to take us?â You realized through the fog that the whisper against your lips was a check in. A chance for you to call it quits and find relief from the overwhelming feelings spilling out of you.
You paused for a second, the pain of your lower half screaming at you to stop. But you couldnât help yourself, not when you had every fantasy of yours right on the verge of coming true. You shook your head adamantly. âPlease," you whimpered out, your voice quiet, getting caught in your throat. âWanna cum on your cocks again," you begged mindlessly. âWant you to make me cry," you sniffled, looking away from both of them. âFeels so good.â
They shared a smirk above your head and without replying, started their brutal assault. Moving at different times, tearing a sobbing moan from your mouth as you came without warning. âAlready baby?â but your brain was too fuzzy to recognize whose voice was saying it. You had a hand on each of them, mindlessly clawing at them as they alternated who was filling you. The constant fullness numbing your brain as they took turns hitting into your cervix.
You could feel Tsukishimaâs hands gripping onto your ribcage, his thumbs under your breasts. Tendouâs arms were wrapped under your legs again, spreading them to ease their access. You felt Tendouâs fingers brush over your clit, pulling screams of curses out of you as your body convulsed in their arms. âTell us whoâs filling you better baby.â The command filled up your head through their moans. âWhoâs making you cum like this baby?â
The realization crashed over you at that comment. The realization that your body was cumming without your permission, without your knowledge, at the onslaught from the two men.
âFu-fuck, Kei!â You cried out, throwing your head back, ââT-tori," you whimpered as you heard them both let out loud moans. You sobbed again as you felt them both release inside of you, the feeling of their release being so deep inside of you and slowly leaking out around their cocks making your vision go splotchy.
You whimpered as you felt Tsukishima pull out first, his hands still supporting you as Tendou followed after. The sudden feeling of emptiness sent a rush of emotions through your body that you couldnât quite process. You felt them lower you softly, neither removing their hands from your body, completely supporting your weight. Their fingers rubbed soothingly across your skin, brushing over every bruise and mark they had left on your body.
Soft praises fell from your lips as they tried to help your body calm down. âYou did so good for us, bunny," Tendou whispered, soft kisses pressing to your temple.
âYou look so pretty when youâre all spent like this," Tsukishima mumbled. With your eyes shut, you relied on their touches and words to keep you grounded.
âLet us help you out, okay baby," Tendou whispered as Tsukishimaâs grip left your body. âJust relax, okay," you whimpered at the feeling of a wet towel being pressed to the inside of your thigh. You pulled your eyes open to see Tsukishima there, moving the towel gently as he cleaned up the mess he and Tendou had made of you.
âCome on pretty girl," Tsukishima said softly when he was done, taking your weight from Tendou as Tendou slipped soft fabric over your body. You registered the fabric as the shift Tendou had been wearing earlier.
You were scooped up into Tendouâs arms easily and he set you on the bed, propping you up to sit against him. You whimpered at the movement but was quickly soothed again. âWe got you.â
Your head felt light, droopy as Tsukishima pressed a cold glass to your lips. âDrink some water, please.â You let your lips part to sip, the cold liquid soothing the roughness in your throat.
A soft tug on your hair came as Tendou softly brushed out the tangles from your hair. Gentle fingers working against your scalp as you let your eyes fall shut again.
âYour phone is going crazy," Tsukishima warned as Tendou finally let you lay back against the soft mattress. You found yourself gripping onto Tendouâs arm as he laid next to you.
âLet her sleep," Tendou whispered back in warning. âDonât worry about it, baby," he mumbled into your hair, kissing the top of your head as you could feel your consciousness start to slip away.
You barely registered the sound of the door opening and closing as you snuggled into the warmth Tendou provided. Your phone was long forgotten and irrelevant on the bedside table. You would deal with the consequences later.
3 new messages from Kunimi
5 new messages from Haji
2 missed calls from Kindaichi
1 missed call from Mattsun
5 new messages from Toru
4 missed calls from Kyotani
3 new messages from Fuyuko
6 new messages from Kyotani
10 missed calls from Haji
1 new message from Makki: Little Iwa, you better hope your brother doesnât find out who you ran off with. Have fun ;)
a/n rewriting this made me just as insane as the first time...
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âœâŻâŸ - PEEPING TENDOU
ê° synopsis ê± : Heâs always been obsessed with you, but now he finally has the chance to show you how good youâd be together. Hopefully you'll wake up soon to realize it.
ê° contents ê± : MDNI. Please read the tags. tendou satori x reader ; noncon, somno, elements of coercion, mentions of ex!ushijima, slight degradation, fingering, unprotected sex â WC : 961
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Tendou never thought heâd find himself in such a precarious situation. Curled up in your bed, you were a vision with the way your eyelashes kissed your pretty cheeks, mouth slightly parted open as your chest rose and fell. The sight alone shouldnât have made him ache so badly, an egregious desire coursing through his veins.
The soft, almost seductive glow of moonlight poured into the room, caressing your skin in ways that he could only dream of. A nasty streak of jealousy stung at his heart as he envied all of the things that have touched you so intimately before him.
The two of you had been in the same friend group for years since you dated Ushijima. He'd find every reason to be around you constantly, admiring you from afar and silently cursing his best friend under his breath for getting to you first. Lucky bastard.
It was okay though, heâd find himself by your door many times, furiously pumping his cock to the sounds of the two of you together. He'd try his best to drown out Ushijimaâs deep grunts in favor of focusing on how youâd mewl over him, begging him for more.
After he had moved to Paris, he had heard whisperings of the big breakup. Something about Ushijima putting volleyball first and setting off to chase his goals â an act Tendou wouldâve never committed. Not if he had you.Â
But as fate would have it, Ushijima had sent him an invite to his next big game and booked the flight as soon as he heard you were going â trying to get back with him no doubt.Â
Tendou was overjoyed that you were going to let him sleep on your couch in your little apartment in the city. His thoughts flooded with grand delusions on how maybe youâve changed your mind and wanted him instead, even though you were hosting the majority of the old high school pals â including Ushijima.
But now that heâs back where he belongs, right by your side, he canât help but crave so much more than his lust-filled daydreams as he watches you sleep right inside the sanctuary of your bedroom.
Surely it wouldnât hurt if he were to touch himself right now. His wide, wild eyes fixated on the sliver of skin that peeked out from the thin sheet. It was all too tempting, something nudging him forward to act on his impulses.
His slender, lithe fingers slid down his boxers, gripping his half-hard cock and giving it a few hesitant pumps to further bring it to life.
Itâs all he wanted to do â really, he didnât plan on more. But when you shifted in your sleep, revealing the all too thin shorts you had on paired with no underwear underneath, well. He could only resist so much.
Careful not to disturb you, Tendou crawls onto the bed, slightly gripping your thighs and prying them open. The fabric of your shorts was loose enough that he could see your pretty little pussy. Unable to stop himself, his fingers reach out for you, caressing your glistening slit.
He hardly falters when you stir in your sleep, red eyes flitting up to you as you let out the breathiest moan heâs ever had the pleasure of hearing. And he wanted more.
Slipping a digit in, he slowly pumps it in as his other hand focuses on his cock. Everything about you was so sweet, so vulnerable. A beautiful flower ready to be plucked, the fruits of his labor finally ripe for the taking.
Surely you mustâve wanted this, right? You were the one that slept without underwear, that left your door cracked open â just for him.Â
And your messy cunt seems to agree, your essence already easily coating his finger. The sounds of your arousal filled the room and drew him in, his nose brushing along your clit so he could take it in his mouth.Â
The sounds you let out drove him forward, desperate hips now humping the mattress with a need too great he canât bother to hold back anymore.
Tucking your pants to the side, he hastily lines himself up, sinking into you with a low groan of your name. The sudden pressure caused you to stir once again, this time your eyes snapping open to the sight before you.Â
Tendouâs palm slaps against your mouth as he continues sliding in. Your wide eyes were struck with a swirl of surprise and horror, already brimming with tears as he pushed deeper into you.
âAh, ah, ah.â Tendou all but coos. âNot a peep from you.â
You attempted to gasp out his name but with the way his fingers curled into your cheek and dug into your plush skin, it came out as a panicked jumble of a cry. The fear in your voice only spurred him on, cock pulsing as he began to thrust into you. He felt your walls constrict around him, welcoming him in despite your feeble attempt to push him off of you.Â
But you just kept trying to make noise.
âQuiet.â He hissed, his patience starting to wear thin. âDo you really want to wake everyone up? Have Ushiwaka come and see you like this? Desperate? Pathetic?â
You stop squirming, eyes widening even more. He had you right where he wanted you and let out a little chuckle at how easy it was. He really shouldâve done this sooner had he known how quickly youâd give in.
âYou can be good for me, canât you?â His voice switches back to something sugary as he grunts with every slow roll of his hips. âThe only thing I want to hear out of that pretty little mouth are those sweet moans I know youâre capable of making.â
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(ăŁââĄâ)㣠℠When they're so horny, they just don't think⊠â„
such a hory asses...
HQ: Atsumu Miya. Satori Tendou, Bokuto Kotaro, Hinata Shoyo, Nishinoya Yuu.
Naruto: Kakashi Hatake, Sai Yamanaka, Naruto Uzumaki, Kiba Inuzuka.
MHA: Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki, Bakugo Katsuki, Dabi, Shigaraki Tomura.
JJK: Yuji Itadori, Choso Kamo, Gojo Satoru, Toge Inumaki, Ryomen Sukuna.
KNY: Inosuke Hashibira, Gyuutaro, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Tomioka Gyuu.
#anime smut#haikyuu smut#naruto smut#my hero academia smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#kny smut#Atsumu smut#giyuu smut#bokuto smut#tendou satori smut#hinata shoyo smut#Nishinoya Yuu Smut#Kakashi smut#Sai smut#kiba smut#hanta sero smut#denki smut#bakugo smut#dabi smut#shigaraki tomura smut#itadori smut#choso smut#gojo satoru smut#sukuna smut#Inumaki smut#inosuke hasibira smut#Gyuutarou smut#zenitsu smut
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The Inbetween (Tendou x Reader)
masterlist | ao3
Pairing:Â Tendou x Reader
Summary:Â You and Tendou have been best friends since before you can remember. You share everything with each other and over the years have fallen into a friendship with clear boundaries but intimate values. When you start to notice Tendou growing more distant, you begin to worry that heâs keeping more secrets than you thought.Â
"Tendou gets like this sometimes. He grows quiet for a few moments as if he is weighing something in his mind. You can see the inquisitive look in his eyes and every now and then, his bottom lip will bounce and it will tell you that heâs thinking about something. In these moments, youâre never quite sure what heâs thinking. Youâve never been able to tell and youâve reserved yourself to thinking that it is not meant for you or for anyone else."
Content Warnings:Â fem!reader (gender neutral pronouns but there is a line that references you as his girlfriend), it does include manga spoilers since this takes place after they graduate high school, slow burn, childhood friends to lovers, angst in the middle, Â miscommunication, smut, fingering, oral (f!receiving), orgasm denial (just once), teasing, minor minor cockwarming (he lets it sit there for a little lol), there's no real mention of protection
Word Count:Â 25.8k (lol)
A/N:Â I decided not to break this fic up because I wrote it intending for it to be one piece. It ended up way longer than i thought it would be. I'm posting it all here, but I would def recommend reading it on ao3 if you prefer!!! i'm a little nervous about this one. i really struggled while i was writing it. i love him so bad tho... he's always a joy to write <333 hopefully i didn't miss too many typos. anyway, its finally here lol so i hope u enjoy <3
You think that there are periods of your life where growing pains become impossible to ignore. The change tends to hurt. Like rebreaking a bone to help it heal correctly. When youâre 8 and in bed, unable to sleep because your legs ache somewhere deep in your bones. When youâre 16 and you canât seem to ever feel like something really fits, like youâre not doing a good enough job at being good enough.Â
Sometimes, theyâre agonizing. The steady roll of dull pain that you canât quite pinpoint, sending you anxious and aching in a way you canât quite verbalize.Â
Sa-to-ri: U wanna get drunk tonight?Â
You: Not particularly.Â
Sa-to-ri: k
Tendou shows up at your apartment forty-five minutes later with two bottles of wine. He lets himself in, holding the both of them in one hand, his long fingers curled around the necks of the bottles. It looks assured but precarious and you watch as he shoves his keys back into his pocket, takes a bottle in each hand, and kicks your front door shut with a flat foot.Â
âThought I told you I didnât wanna drink tonight?â You call from the couch, craning your neck to face him.Â
Tendou is looking at his shoes as he slips them off, watching as he goes heel to toe and slides them past the curve of his foot. Then, he tilts his head up and looks at you with a lazy grin. Heâs at ease here, padding into your house.Â
He has a particular gait about him. When Tendou walks, he sways side to side as if the length of his limbs is too much to control and his head tends to follow. He leans one way and then the other, confident in his step but wobbling nonetheless. If you had to compare him to anything, it would be a more confident version of one of those floppy blue pillars that jerk back and forth at car sales on TV. Youâre not sure what theyâre called, but Tendouâs step reminds you of them.Â
âI know you well enough to know that youâre a liar, you borderline alcoholic, you.â He smiles, sitting down on the couch beside you with a grunt and passing you one of the bottles.Â
âNo glasses?â You quirk a brow.Â
âAbsolutely not.â He twists the lid of the wine bottle off and tilts the spout towards you. Tendou always buys cheap wine so that you never have to worry about uncorking it. âCheers.âÂ
You roll your eyes, twisting the lid off of your own bottle and clink the neck of it against his. It gives a high-pitched click when you do, the sound short and succinct with how full the bottles are.Â
âCheers.âÂ
âCan we watch Evangelion?â He asks almost immediately, leaning forward to reach for the remote in your hand.Â
âJesus, what on earth makes you want to get drunk and watch Evangelion?â You hold it away from his grabbing hand. âAre you insane?âÂ
Tendou chuckles, âI think it would be interesting.âÂ
âI think it sounds stupid. Youâre just asking for an identity crisis.â You roll your eyes, setting the remote down on the other side of you.Â
You bring the bottle of wine to your lips. Itâs a Moscato, overly sweet and the slightest bit fizzy. Tendou likes these kinds of wines. The ones that donât taste like alcohol at all. He watches as you sip it before bringing his own bottle to his lips, curling them around the spout of it and taking a long pull from the bottle.Â
Youâve known Tendou since you were 13 and heâs always been like this. He likes sweets, anything with enough sugar to make a normal person pull a face. He likes weird music, the kind that makes him the least eligible person to be in control of music on long car rides. He hates tomatoes but forces himself to eat them anyway because it âbuilds characterâ and he never fails to treat it like heâs suffering through some great trauma.
Tendou, for as long as youâve known him, has always been like a breath of fresh air after a long day inside. Either that or loud music emanating from a comically small car.Â
âHowâs your boyfriend?â He asks, taking another sip.Â
âDead.âÂ
âFor real?âÂ
âTo me,â you finish, rolling your head to the side and looking at him.Â
Tendou huffs, leaning further back into the seat. âNeed a shoulder to cry on?âÂ
âNo, he was a cunt.âÂ
âIâll drink to that,â he raises his bottle as if to salute someone far away and brings it to his mouth again. âHow long did this one last?âÂ
âA month,â you heave a sigh.Â
âNew record,â Tendou chuckles to himself.Â
âWhat is wrong with me?â You swallow a large sip, exhaling as you do. âItâs like- Itâs like Iâm just dicking around!âÂ
âWell, are you?âÂ
âNo!â You rub your palms into your eyes. âI mean, I find a guy, I go out with him, and then⊠I lose interest or he turns out to be a total tool.âÂ
âOr married,â Tendou adds, taking another sip.Â
âOr married,â You confirm, following suit.Â
âI knew you wanted to drink.â Tendou gives you a wry grin. The corners of his lips pull up pleasantly and his voice takes on a lower and more knowing tone.Â
âShush, itâs only âcause youâre doing it.âÂ
âPeer pressure really works wonders.âÂ
You smile, scoffing lightly as you pull the bottle from your lips. It pops when you do, pressure releasing from how youâd been sipping.
Tendou offers you a smile, the kind that youâre so familiar with that it aches. He rolls his head across his shoulders, letting it rest on the back of the couch cushions.Â
âMaybe you just havenât found the right person for you.â He says, half to himself as he lifts the bottle.Â
âMaybe.â You agree, âor maybe Iâm just eternally cursed. Maybe Iâve got a rotten bloodline.âÂ
His eyes slink across his lower waterline to look at you.Â
âI doubt that.â He laughs and you canât help but smile.Â
Tendou has a certain way about him. If you know him well enough, he is reassuring to the point of relaxation. He never fails to comfort you in moments of need, winding you down on days you feel particularly tight.Â
He seems like someone who knows everything. Tendou feels like heâs got it all figured out and when you talk to him he maintains a certain confident air that is pleasant to be around. Sometimes it feels like Tendou knows you better than you know yourself and youâre grateful that at least someone does. He maintains that particular aura about him and you think that it belongs to him like it does no other.Â
Tonight he seems particularly mellow, lounging comfortably on your couch. You eventually give in to Tendou, resigning yourself to watching Evangelion with him, and he seems content to just sit beside you and watch.Â
His arm is tossed over the back of the couch, the other nursing the half-empty bottle of wine. You follow the line of it with your eyes, lingering for a moment on the curve of his knuckles, flushed pink against the pale color of his skin.Â
You follow his fingers, admiring the ways his skin is pulled taut over them. Theyâre long like he is, spanning the entire top of the couch cushion short ways. His wrists are thinner, the bones of his fingers coming to connect nicely where his lower arm meets his hand. You admire the even quality of his skin, following the lines of lean muscle up to his shoulder. Muscle and sinew form a trail up his arm, tucking itself away under the sleeve of his sweatshirt where it hides until the fabric meets the delicate skin of his collarbones. You watch his neck, his pronounced Adamâs apple bobbing slightly when he swallows at particularly nerve-wracking scenes. Still, he keeps a slight smirk on his face. Itâs like heâs glad to just be here, eyes low-lidded as he peers at the TV.
By the top hem of his sweatshirt, you can see the beginnings of his collarbones and you know that beneath it, he is hiding an evenly toned chest. You can imagine the familiar dip and curve of his abdomen, his pale, almost sallow, skin stretched evenly over it. Tendou is all lean muscle. Heâs built tall and long and youâve seen the somewhat toned physique he hides beneath the thick cloth of the red sweatshirt. Still, you know that to the touch he is soft. Tendou has some give to him from the sweets he eats so regularly but, like the rest of him, you think it is beautiful.Â
You follow the trail to his neck where he has a few freckles, three to be exact. One sits above his collarbone, the other on the tendon that connects his neck to his head, and the third just below his ear, covered right now by his dark red hair which collects around his neck. Itâs as if the sun deliberately placed them there, dotting up the fine muscle as if it were Orionâs Belt glimmering across the winter and spring sky.Â
His hair is at his shoulders now, unruly and almost unmanageable on most mornings. At the moment, it sits delicately just above his shoulders, collecting in what looks like pools on either side of them. Normally, Tendou ties it up to keep it out of his face. Tonight, heâs keeping it down, letting the wavy tufts of dark hair hide the blushing nape of his neck from you, red from the wine.Â
Tendouâs face is long, you follow the trail his neck makes to his cheekbones. Theyâre high, complimenting his somewhat soft jaw nicely. His cheeks maintain a delicate pink tone, barely visible unless you look closer but aided tonight by the flush of wine. When heâs embarrassed, this quality shines red regardless. Tendou, in his more shy moments, lights up like a switchboard.Â
Just above his cheekbones, Tendou sports light under eye bags. They are partially from being tired, but you also know that they are owed simply to the quality of his face. Tendou has distinct upper eyelids. They crease heavily when his eyes are open and youâd almost describe them as somewhat hawk-like if it werenât for their round nature.Â
Tendou stays up late at night. His job as a bartender keeps him working until the early hours of the morning and you know from texts heâs sent you that he takes a few hours after to unwind before going to bed. Sometimes heâll play games, spurred on by Kenmaâs gaming channel, but he always loses interest in them after a few weeks. Tendou keeps his interests and hobbies short and sweet, though you donât think that diminishes their value to him. No, in fact, you think that it means that Satori has a lot of things that he loves. Still, this latest love of his has contributed to the dark under eyes he seems to sport around the clock.Â
Part of you knows thatâs just how he looks, but the other part thinks that if he went to bed earlier, that quality would lessen. Youâll never tell him that though. You quite like that quality of his. Itâs distinctive, as most of his features are.Â
Then, you shift your gaze down to his mouth. Tendou has a thin upper lip whichâwhen combined with his all-knowing eyesâmakes him look a little scary. His bottom lip, however, is full and pink. When heâs thinking, it moves slightly. It bounces as if Tendou is rehearsing what he wants to say, running through his thoughts at a mile a minute. You believe it to be endearing and Tendou, who has never been particularly vain, thinks that if you think so, it must be.Â
All of these things are things youâve come to know about Tendou since you met him. Youâre accustomed to his body language, comfortable (unlike so many others) with his gait and the way he moves. You think that there is only one other person in the world who is as comfortable with him as you are and that is Ushijima Wakatoshi, someone you both met in high school. He, like you, is someone that Tendou clicks with like a piece of a puzzle.Â
He talks to Wakatoshi every night on the phone. They talk about their lives, maybe about girls. Wakatoshi usually just listens though. What Tendou cannot say to you, he says to him and youâre not nosy enough to pry. Youâre positive that whatever you need to know, Tendou will tell. When you finally stand and go to the other room to get ready for bed, you can hear him through the thin wall, talking quietly into the phone so as to not disturb your nighttime routine.
You pad between your bedroom and the bathroom, occasionally passing close enough for Tendou to catch you in the corner of his eye. He raises his hand or his eyebrows when that happens, swiveling his head to acknowledge you as he leans back against the couch cushions, one arm thrown over the back and the other holding his phone to his ear.Â
The fan hums to life when you flip the light switch in the bathroom. Sometimes you wish theyâd be separate switches because when the apartment is quiet the noise is jarring and disorienting, but today the sound is just another addition to the symphony of noise in your home. It whirs softly as you put on a headband and run the sink, letting the water get warm before splashing it up onto your face.Â
You take your cleanser, pumping some of it into your hand, and slather it onto your skin in soft circles. The motion is familiar and you feel the way your shoulders relax a little as the cleanser turns white with foam against your skin. When you are ready to rinse, you dip your head down, cupping water in your hands and splashing it onto your face.Â
âYou always do that so messily,â Tendou chimes from beside you.Â
You jump, flinching to the side as you wipe the cleanser from your eyes quickly, âJesus, you scared me.âÂ
âSorry,â he chuckles, leaning against the doorway.Â
Tendou is lithe like a cat. Heâs long and slender, his body nearly dwarfing the doorway he stands in. His shoulder presses against the white wood and he crosses his arms pleasantly over his chest, hovering just outside of your space.Â
He watches with a content smile, eyes half closed as sleep starts to take over him. The corners of his mouth pull up curiously and his eyes follow the movements of your face as you gently rinse it with warm water. Occasionally, he will act like youâve flicked water on him, raising his shoulder lightly as if to shield himself from it, and you scowl in response.Â
âMove over,â he says as he steps around you and nudges your hip with his own.Â
Tendou slides in front of the sink beside you, grabbing one of your headbands and using it to push his hair back. It swishes when he does, revealing the rest of his forehead before he takes some water and wets his face. Then, he takes your cleanser and copies your previous movements, scrubbing his face lightly before dipping down and rinsing it. You watch, fighting the heat that bullies its way to your cheeks.Â
Heâs a lot cleaner at this than you are, cupping the water in his big hands and lowering his face to rinse it. His eyes flutter closed, lashes batting slightly before he pushes his fingers against his skin and then wipes downwards. A few stray drops of water roll down his forearms, following the path his lean muscles make until they drop onto your bathroom counter. For how lanky he is, the movement is strangely graceful and you watch with a tilted head as he repeats the process. It keeps the counters relatively dry and when heâs done, the only evidence of his having washed it at all are the few drops of water on the counter and the clean quality of his skin.Â
Tendou peers at you through the corner of his eye, smiling lightly as he stands to his full height and grabs his toothbrush from the holder. He keeps one here now. Given the amount of time he spends here, it only makes sense.Â
Sometimes you think that the intimacy the two of you share is too much. Sometimes it is difficult to reconcile that you could be this close to a person but Tendou is someone who begs closeness. No, he demands it. Tendou is as affectionate as he is adoring. Intimacy, be it platonic or romantic, becomes him and though you sometimes worry if things can continue like this, you quickly forget it in favor of simply being close.Â
To an outsider, Tendou has the feel of someone very far away. Youâve heard from acquaintances that he seems aloof and somewhat cocky, though you think that only the latter half is true. Tendou is particularly involved, however distanced he may seem. It comes with intimacy. He remembers almost every little thing about the people he loves. Should you visit the same restaurant twice, Tendou remembers what you ordered and if you enjoyed it. Should you be deciding between one shirt or the other, Tendou will recall what you already own and suggest the best possible option. Heâs attentive like that.Â
âThis face wash is new,â he comments, running a knuckle along the side of his cheek as if to feel how effective it is.Â
âYeah, my skin got used to the other,â you shrug your shoulders, popping your toothbrush into your mouth.Â
âWhat does that even mean?â He laughs. Tendouâs voice is warbled through his toothpaste. It sounds thick, the tenor ring of it dropping to a baritone hum through the thick white foam.Â
âDunno,â you shrug, âpretty sure itâs just a wives tale or something but I still believe it.âÂ
Tendou laughs again, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he leans forward and spits into the sink. You follow suit, waiting for him to pick his head up and continue brushing. The toothbrush looks smaller than usual in his hand, his long fingers curled around it as he guides it over his teeth, spitting for a second time and then reaching for your mouthwash.Â
âYou sleeping over?â You ask, taking the bottle when he hands it to you.Â
Tendou nods his response, swishing the liquid back and forth in his mouth. Then he leans forward and the smell of winter mint hits your nose. Honestly, you donât much like the taste or smell of it, but youâve found that it keeps your mouth feeling fresh for the longest. Besides, you donât mind it as much when itâs on Tendou. For some reason, the smell suits him.Â
Youâre relieved to find the reprieve of your bed. It hasnât been a particularly busy day, but the wine is getting to your head. It makes you sleepy and your duvet cover feels far more comfortable than usual.Â
Tendou usually sleeps on the bed with you. Itâs another facet of the intimacy you share with him. Your bed is large enough to fit the both of you comfortably with a pillow between you, though it almost never stays there the entire night. Both you and Tendou tend to toss around in your sleep and more than once have you woken up with either yours or his body splayed across the other.Â
Still, youâre only like this when neither of you is in a relationship. Your friendship has always maintained very clear boundaries. There are unspoken dos and donâts that accompany the closeness of your friendship. If either of you is dating someone, you wordlessly agree that Tendou sleeps on the couch. Itâs a respect thing for both of your sakes, as well as the sakes of your partners.Â
âAre you bummed about your breakup?â Tendou asks, facing the ceiling. Heâs no doubt watching the fan spin in circles in the dark. You know because youâre doing the same.Â
âNot really,â you sigh, âI mean, this might be shitty to say but I really wasnât all that attached.âÂ
Tendou shakes his head against the pillow, lacing his fingers together over his chest as he lets out a deep exhale. âNah, itâs not shitty. Thatâs natural.âÂ
âI guess.âÂ
âLet me know if you do get sad about it, kay?â He says, tilting his head sideways to look at you.Â
âYouâll be the first to know.â
You smile lightly at him and Tendou hums his satisfaction. He rolls over in bed with a soft goodnight before the room falls silent. You listen to the sound of his breathing and when it finally comes to an even pace, you smile. Sometimes Tendou struggles to sleep but tonight is not one of those nights.Â
You drift off after you are certain that heâs asleep, lamenting to yourself about the potential loss of his characteristic under eyes. Man, Tendou would really rip you a new one for thinking that.Â
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âI like your hair like this,â you comment, reaching up to flip a piece that sits across his cheek.Â
Tendou turns to you, watching the way your fingers play with the soft end of it before giving a small laugh and a smile.
âYeah? I feel like itâs too long,â he hums, looking at you and then to the coffee maker as it hums from its place on the counter. âThink mâgonna cut it soon.âÂ
âNah, donât. It suits you. Kinda devil-may-care, ya know?â
Tendouâs hair is too long by normal standards. It comes down just below his shoulders, falling in thickly layered wisps that frame his face and make it look delicate. Somehow, having his hair around his face softens his features. It gives him a more gentle, off-beat look.Â
âOh? If it makes me look so cool then maybe I wonât,â he glances at you through the corner of his eye, smiling a cat-like smile.Â
âI wouldnât go that far,â you snort, bumping him out of the way as soon as he takes his coffee from the coffee maker.Â
Tendou feigns an offended look before leaning against the counter beside him. He looks sleepy, still somewhat tired as he raises his mug to his lips and loudly sips his coffee. Itâs always too hot when he takes the first sip but he does every time nonetheless. Tendou says it tastes better that way.Â
âBy the way,â he starts, pulling the mug to his chest and partially resting it in the dip in his stomach, âI gotta leave right after I finish this.âÂ
âWork?âÂ
Behind you, Tendou shifts a little and furrows his brows. âNah, got some errands to take care of.âÂ
ââKay,â you turn to him, leaning against the counter opposite him.Â
Despite Tendouâs affinity for skinship and attention, he is surprisingly independent.Â
Thatâs something you admire about him. Tendouâs actions are sure and calculated and heâs comfortable going off and doing his own thing more often than not. Sure, heâll invite you with him, but should you opt not to go, Tendou doesnât let it stop him. Heâs fiercely independent and it balances out well in your friendship.
He doesnât really say anything about where heâs going and you figure that he doesnât have to. Heâll go off and do his own thing and you will go do yours.Â
You and Tendou are quite like-minded, as is Wakatoshi. Perhaps thatâs why you all get along so well. When you interact with people, they tend to understand the three of you as independent beings who just so happen to choose to be around the other two. Youâve heard from others that looking at the three of you is like looking at a gaggle of oddities that somehow found themselves magnetic to only each other. Since Wakatoshi moved away though, it has just been you and Tendou and youâre content to be perceived as an odd pair.Â
The living room is littered with evidence of your evening with him and you peer out at it from the kitchen, the sunlight from your curtains filtering in and casting a warm glow over the light-colored wood. The more than half-empty bottles of wine sit on the coffee table, their lids placed randomly on the countertop from when youâd tossed them down after opening them. The bottles catch the light from the small glass patio door and the white Moscato inside glimmers in the morning glow.Â
When Tendou leaves, he grabs his keys from your kitchen table. They jingle in his grasp and he shakes them to get your attention.Â
âIâm leaving now!â He calls even though youâre only a few feet away.Â
âHave the day you deserve!â You laugh.Â
Tendou swings your apartment door open, his legs leading the way as he keeps his head around the corner so that he can look at you. You watch as he cracks a smile that spreads from one side of his face to the other, upper lip curling.Â
âSour old bat.âÂ
âIâm only 24!â You protest as he chuckles and shuts the door behind him.Â
You walk to the door, locking it behind him and shaking your head lightly. Briefly, you think about what he might be doing. It could be groceries, though he usually brings you with him, or maybe he needs to service his shitty old car. He never uses it which means that when he does it breaks down easily, but he keeps fixing it nonetheless. Tendou canât bear to part with the characteristic hunk of junk.Â
Tendou works as a bartender. He stands behind the counter in a black dress shirt and black slacks, fixing customers' drinks before pressuring them into buying more. Heâs good at selling things because Tendou is a notoriously difficult person to say no to, whether you know him or not. Sometimes youâll go in and see him, sliding into a seat at the bar and waiting for him to notice youâre there. You usually donât even make it to the counter before he spots you, giving you an easy smile and tilting his head to the side.Â
You suspect that he is only working to make ends meet while he decides what he really wants to do. You always figured it would be volleyball given his gift for it but he told you in the third year of high school that heâd be quitting. It had never been something he was particularly set on doing and though he enjoys the sport, he thought the constant rigor of its training to be tiresome. You understand to a degree. It is very like Tendou to do things only because he wants to. Even Wakatoshi accepted it after a little while, thoughâin a fashion that is much like Ushijimaâhe still pushed for Tendou to further his gift with the sport. It was to no avail though, thatâs just the way Satori is.Â
Still, youâre not sure if there is something in particular that Tendou wants to do. He doesnât talk much about the future and lately whenever you ask, he waves the question off like he canât be bothered to think about it.Â
He has a plethora of interests and for now, his job suits him. He spends his time talking to people and though he works late into the night, you think that he enjoys the time he gets in the hours after his shift. Besides, during the day it means that Satori gets to bake. Itâs an odd hobby for him but he does it regularly enough that it has started to make sense, though youâre not sure if it is a fleeting hobby or one that will stick. Tendou likes to play around with flavor. His eye for new combinations is admirable and itâs not a rare occurrence for you to go over to his place and immediately be fed a new recipe heâs been testing out.Â
He is, in general, a hard person to pin down but once you do, youâve got him memorized for life. Itâs not unusual for you to be able to guess what heâs doing, though sometimes he will surprise you and be doing something entirely different. Still, youâre confident enough in what you know about him to know that once he does choose, it will be good for him. Tendou is someone who begets a good and honest future.Â
You spend the day tidying around your apartment. Youâve got no particular plans today and with your recent breakup, youâve no one to really make plans with. In high school, when Tendou was busy without you, youâd often sit with Wakatoshi and watch him practice. Youâd listen to the sounds of the ball hitting his palm and then the slap of them on the smooth linoleum of the gym floor. That, or youâd spend your time with the other people you met with the both of them at Nationals, goofing off on the phone while you waited for Tendou to wrap up whatever it was heâs doing and walk home with you.
Youâve been to see them at nationals every year that the two of them have gone. In your third year, Tendou and Wakatoshi did not attend the tournament as players nor spectators, but the three of you sat in Wakatoshiâs room and watched the games together. You recall watching Karasuno fight their way through the ranks until they tasted a bitter loss once the promising first year, Hinata Shoyo, fell ill. Tendou had chided early on into the tournament that he was pushing himself past his limit and Wakatoshi agreed but you didnât have the eye to see it until he had collapsed on his hands and knees on the court. Still, the three of you sat shoulder to shoulder in front of Wakatoshiâs computer screen, knuckles tight against your thighs.Â
Sa-to-ri: shall we grub tonight?Â
Your phone lights up sometime around 3 pm and you open it to see Tendouâs distinct contact name light up across the screen.Â
You: u miss me? lol
Sa-to-ri: nah
You: whatâs on the menu?Â
Sa-to-ri: ramen
You: then yeah okay
Tendou has one particular ramen shop that he likes to frequent with you. Itâs a bit of a tradition and when you both go there, it is either in work uniforms that make you look silly or house clothes so comfortable they could hardly be considered outfits at all.Â
Some nights, you both trudge into the shop, you in the remnants of your work uniform and Tendou fully dressed in his, ready to attend his shift once you finish eating. Tendou wears his black slacks but rolls them to the knees and his black dress shirt is untucked in the front. He looks silly, but you know from visiting him that he always fixes it before he clocks in. You usually wear something business casual to suit your desk job, dress pants and a white shirt of sorts. On other nights, you both will come in wearing whatever it is you were wearing around the house.Â
The shop is a few blocks from his place and if you werenât looking for it, you would miss it. It is tucked behind two brightly lit shops in a back alley. Still, when youâre hungry for a particularly good bowl of ramen, you can smell it from down the block. The aroma of garlic and miso wafts through the streets from the alley it sits in and both you and Tendou find that you would know it by smell alone. It beckons to you both in a homely manner.Â
âYouâre so late,â Tendou comments as he meets you at the bottom of his stairwell.Â
âWere you tracking me?â You furrow your eyebrows. You hadnât agreed to meet him outside his place, so to see his lanky figure descending the outdoor steps is a bit of a shock. Still, you wouldnât put it past him to check your location for where you are. In fact, you suspect he does it often and for fun. You donât mind though. After all, you do the same to him.Â
âYeah,â he shrugs, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweats. Tendou leans forward, shifting his weight onto his hips and letting his shoulders droop.Â
âEugh, creepy,â you shiver slightly and smile at him.Â
Tendou tilts his head to the side and gives you an affectionate grin. It spreads across his face and his eyes narrow in a familiar way. For a moment, you think he is about to say something that makes you want to cross one of your well-defined boundaries but instead, he comes out with, âif you were on time, I wouldnât have to.âÂ
You shove him to the side plainly and turn to stride down the sidewalk before you can watch him wobble back and forth like a card house. Your heart hammers lightly in your chest. This happens sometimes. You find yourself getting tripped up on the familiarity of his expressions and the way his smile curls like dry paper. Then, you hear the sound of his sneakers against the floor as he jogs to catch up with you in the direction of the restaurant.Â
âWooaaahhh, so hostile tonight, huh? What happened to my nice BFF from this morning?â He leans forward as he walks so that heâs in your eye line, trying to catch your avoidant gaze as you suppress a smile.Â
âThey remembered that youâre an irritating little shit,â you huff, pretending to be mad.Â
âHarsh.âÂ
The two of you walk the short distance to the restaurant in near silence. Itâs nearing 9 pm and the streets have gone dark, illuminated only by the streetlights and sign shops that stay on through the evening. Their electric glow casts the sidewalk pavement in artificial blues and yellows, elongating your shadows until they dip into the street where cars and cyclists zip by on their way home. You watch people bustle through the street, their lively chatter creating a city soundscape that youâre familiar with. Groups of men in business suits walk into nearby restaurants and bars, finally off the clock for the night but not quite ready to return home. Girls wearing colorful spring clothes move in gaggles as they head into a new and trendy spot that recently popped up.Â
Some of these girls stare at Tendou as he passes. They watch the lazy nature of his eyes and the way he hunches over himself slightly. They marvel at his height and the cool exterior he wears as he looks somewhere past them at the buildings lining the somewhat busy street. These girls giggle into their mouths when he passes because, for every person who has ever called him creepy, there are an equal number of people who call him handsome. They glance behind them as they walk, asking each other if you are his girlfriend to which you chuckle internally. Tendou pretends not to notice, though you know from the way that he is careful not to look at them that he does.Â
Every now and then when this happens, Tendouâs gaze will slink over to look at you. You can feel the way he watches your expression, his gaze fixed on you through the corners of his eyes. Sometimes you will look back at him and raise your eyebrows and heâll shake his head. Other times, you will keep staring straight ahead just to see how long he will look at you for. Youâve learned that it will be until he needs to look ahead for fear of running into someone.Â
When you reach the door of the small ramen shop, which consists of a blue curtain with kanji lettering, Tendou holds it to the side for you with his forearm. He reaches ahead of himself and puts it against the doorframe, pinning it against the wood frame to keep the cloth out of your way before ducking his head to follow you in. When you look behind you, Tendou is straightening himself up again to his full height.Â
The chef inside calls a welcome to you before he asks how youâre doing. He knows you both well by now and whenever you enter, it seems that heâs pleased to see you. Heâs an older man with heavy wrinkles beside his eyes and between his eyebrows. Heâs expressive and the lines of age on his face demonstrate that very clearly. The chef has sharp features that soften considerably when he smiles and a low, gruff voice that seems to somehow match the interior decoration of his hole-in-the-wall shop.Â
âYou together yet?â He leans onto the counter after asking which particular bowl of ramen youâd like.Â
The chef is an old man and far too cheeky for his own good. Every time you come in, he never fails to ask if youâre dating each other yet. Through a tenacious grin, he poses the question you both have been asked countless times over. Tendouâs response is different every time.Â
âOh yeah, weâre so in love now.â You take the liberty of responding and Tendou leans his cheek onto his hand and raises his eyebrows at you.Â
âYeah?â He questions, the fat of his cheek smushing his lips into a slight pout.Â
âNo.â You turn to the chef and shake your head. âItâs not gonna happen.âÂ
The chef clicks his tongue and shakes his head with a small laugh and Tendou sits up and drums his fingers on the table as he leans back in a stretch.Â
âAw, never?â He teases.Â
You nod at him, exaggerating the movement.Â
Tendou closes his eyes and laughs, his fingers still drumming against the surface of the table before he reaches a resting position. You hear him mumble bummer as you look away and when you look back at him, you find that he is staring blankly at the drink menu in front of him. His expression is unreadable.Â
Tendou gets like this sometimes. He grows quiet for a few moments as if he is weighing something in his mind. You can see the inquisitive look in his eyes and every now and then, his bottom lip will bounce and it will tell you that heâs thinking about something. In these moments, youâre never quite sure what heâs thinking. Youâve never been able to tell and youâve reserved yourself to thinking that it is not meant for you or for anyone else.Â
Then, just as quickly as he falls into the slight moment of silence, he pulls himself out in his same usual manner. Tonight, he remarks on how hungry he is and how he doesnât want to work tomorrow night. Then, heâll let you talk until youâve nothing left to say. Whereas Tendou does most of the talking with Wakatoshi, you do most of the talking with Tendou. You can appreciate the way he just wants to listen, his eyes trained sleepily on your face as he listens to you chatter on about something mundane. He knows you would and have done the same for him and you imagine that he feels the same about listening to you talk that you do listening to him.Â
You both slurp at your noodles through idle conversation. He talks about work and you converse about what it is that you want to do next. Sometimes, in moments like these where you are both discussing your precarious futures, it feels like youâre in your third year again getting food after evening practice. The only difference now is that Wakatoshi is not with you and you are no longer 17. Instead, both you and Tendou are 24 and in the inbetween of life, floating between present and future in a perpetual cycle of uncertainty. Somehow, the only thing that seems to quell it is the familiar presence of one another. The small ramen shop, with its sounds of boiling water and conversation, grows smaller still.Â
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Tendou is weird. Heâs always been weird. He somehow manages to seem like he knows everything. He has wide, unsettling eyes that look like they have x-ray vision. He can guess what just about any of his friends are doing at any given moment and heâs open about it. All of it is weird. Itâs not as if heâs been particularly normal up until now because there is truly nothing normal about Tendou and you like him that way but recently⊠heâs been weirder.Â
You canât exactly pin what could be off because he hasnât done anything in particular. He still texts you to hang out, he still wears that familiar smile that you adore, he is still as attentive as usual, but heâs weird. Something is weird.Â
You imagine that what youâre sensing is a radar you have only for Tendou. The feeling comes to you as more of a sixth sense rather than anything based on evidence. You know him like the back of your hand. Youâre likely to notice even the smallest new detail. Thatâs how it is with Tendou. Hand in hand with the particular closeness you share, is the ability to tell when heâs off.
Tendou lately has been spending more time on his phone. He stares and clicks it on and off like heâs waiting for something. The screen will occasionally light up his features before he clicks it off again upon seeing nothing. Occasionally he will swipe his phone open and check whatever it is heâs waiting on directly, though you canât tell if itâs news or a conversation. You watch the way he holds the sleek rectangle in his long fingers, drumming them against the smooth side of it and waiting for it to vibrate in his grasp. More often than usual, while he drums his fingers across the back of his phone, he will wear that blank look and stare into space, thinking about something youâre not privy to.Â
The thought pops into your mind that it could be a girl, though youâre not sure thatâs the case. If it were a girl, you think Tendou would tell you and if he didnât⊠well, that thought makes you more uncomfortable than youâd like to admit for reasons you canât quite pinpoint. Tendou is his own person, as are you, but if there is one thing you pride yourselves on it is the way you share openly with each other. You inhale, letting your gaze slink from where he fiddles with his phone to the television screen. You wonât dwell on it. Youâre not nosy enough to dwell.Â
The feeling isnât particularly uneasy and any anxiety that may have manifested while you were considering Tendouâs predicament quickly melts away once Tendou begins talking to you. You find yourself at ease while he chats, telling you that his job wants him to pick up more hours but heâs not sure if he wants to. Itâs so boring, but itâs not. This topic is such a mundane one but you feel that familiar fondness bloom through you as he speaks. Nothing seems boring when youâre with him.
Then, the phone in his hand begins to vibrate. It hums to life in his somewhat limp grip and Tendou, in one smooth and slow motion, checks who exactly it is. Thereâs no rush to it. In fact, Tendou finishes his sentence before shifting his eyes down to look as he flips the screen up to face him but you can tell that heâs eager. He tilts his head, reading the words across the screen as the jingle of his ringtone plays softly from the muffled speakers. Tendou dropped his phone in water once and as a result, his ringtone sounds like it is playing through glass. His expression shifts from one of barely readable anxiety, to disappointment, to happiness.
His gaze slinks over to you and he gives you a lopsided and lazy grin.
âItâs Wakatoshi.â
âYeah?â You peer over his thumb, looking at the familiar name across the screen, âcan I say hi?âÂ
âDuh,â he sticks his tongue out like youâve said something stupid before answering the call, âWa-ka-to-shi! Iâve got _____ here,â he holds the phone out to your mouth, âsay hello!âÂ
âHi Wakatoshi.â You speak and you can hear the gruff sound of his acknowledgement before Ushijimaâs rich baritone spills through the speaker.Â
âHello,â he says your name, even across his tongue, âitâs been a while since we last spoke.âÂ
âYeah, well, you never call!â You fake a pout and youâre certain Ushijima can hear it through the phone.Â
Ushijima gives a soft exhale, âI could say the same about you.âÂ
You roll your eyes even though he canât see it and Tendou fakes being hurt on your friendâs behalf.Â
âBut donât worry,â he starts, âIâll be back in Japan in a few weeks.âÂ
âNo way! Really?â You feel the excitement bubble in your chest before it shows on your face and Tendou tilts his head at your expression. You watch the way his eyes slink across your features, soaking in your joy through his skin like the sun until he is kissed with it.Â
âYeah, visiting family,â the response is short, much like the way Ushijima usually talks.Â
âMan, the off season works wonders,â Tendou hums from beside you, wiggling a little in his seat.Â
âYou know thereâs no off season, Tendou. We train year round,â Wakatoshi states.Â
âMinor details,â he says, waving his wrist back and forth as if he were erasing the sound of the words from the air around him.Â
Tendou gives you a wry grin before pulling the phone back and switching off speaker mode. Vaguely you can hear the sound of Ushijima giving a brief apology about not calling you, but youâre not actually mad enough to warrant it. In fact, youâre elated that heâs coming to visit. You and Wakatoshi are very good at clicking right back into place, so worrying over why he doesnât call isnât exactly in the front of your mind. Besides, you figure he still thinks about you because every morning you receive an influx of tiktoks and new articles that heâs sent you through the night. So thoughtful, that one.Â
âSo whatâs up?â Tendou speaks, placing the phone against his ear and pinching it there with his shoulder.Â
He reaches in front of him, unscrewing the top of his water bottle and taking a sip as he listens somewhat intently to what Ushijima has to say. Tendou leans back, extending his arm over the back of his couch and leaning deeply into the cushions with a sigh and mumble of confirmation.Â
He looks like heâs at his leisure here. The lean muscle of his neck is relaxed and the tilt of his head makes him look like heâs scheming something. A small smile plays at the corners of his lips as he gazes thoughtlessly at the table in front of him. It tugs the ends of his mouth upwards and you recognize it as one that is entirely subconscious. Satori doesnât even realize heâs doing it and the thought sends a fond flood of warmth through your chest, honeyed and heavy.Â
You stand, exhaling deeply when you do. Itâs best to leave them to their chats. Satori and Wakatoshiâs time together is limited, so when the other calls each night, it fulfills a certain (and private) routine which you know they both value.Â
Tendouâs eyes slink over to you as you move. His eyebrow quirks up as he pinches the phone between his ear and shoulder, pulling the bottom of his phone from his mouth as if heâs ready to respond to whatever you say. You opt to mouth at him, as you can still hear the baritone hum of Ushijimaâs voice on the other end of the line.
âIâm gonna go take a shower,â You point behind you to his bathroom.Â
Tendou makes the OK symbol with his hand before he smiles at you. Then, he turns his attention back to his phone and you can hear him start the sentence âitâs going okayâ. You watch as the smile falls and his face returns to a somewhat pointed resting position. He glances sideways at you one more time, his eyes tracking over your figure as you eavesdrop in a somewhat obvious way. All he offers is the slight upturn of his lips, but you canât shake the eerie feeling the smile gives you. It looks like itâs made out of glass and as you step away, you hear the way his voice drops to a hushed whisper before it fades entirely through the thick wood of his bathroom door.
You start the shower, turning the knob in Satoriâs bathroom. Itâs familiar here and you donât need to pause to think about which way is hot and which way is cold. Coming to his home is like walking into your own and part of your relishes in getting to use his shampoo and conditioner.Â
It smells like him, somewhat rich and musky, with a sharp and clean aspect to it. You think that his shampoo smells a bit like menâs deodorant, but far more gentle. Itâs less masculine than that, somewhat sweet, but it still retains this aspect to it that maintains whatever it is Tendou has going on. You like wearing that smell. Itâs like a homecoming and sends your stomach flipping.Â
His bathroom is decidedly western. Blue tile decorates the shower wall, itâs white grout somewhat tinged with age. The tiles are clean though. You know because Satori reminds you constantly to go over it with the squeegee when youâve finished. It gives his bathroom this particularly polished quality.Â
You lather his shampoo into your hair, inhaling deeply as you do. It smells like him. It smells like Tendou after an evening practice, coming out of his motherâs bathroom as he rubs at his then-shorter hair. It smells like the way he does when heâs at home and you feel it in your lungs when you take a breath.Â
You think of his strangeness. You think of the odd way he carries himself, the way he walks, the way his eyes slink back and forth in a decidedly lazy way. You imagine the cadence of his voice, the soft tenor hum of it when he speaks and the pointed way he says what he means while simultaneously saying the opposite.Â
Then, you think about his recent behavior. You think about how tense he is, the way he clicks his phone on and off like heâs waiting for something.Â
Youâre not particularly sure why the concept of it rubs you the wrong way. Itâs a particular feeling of uneasiness and one you havenât felt with him before. Itâs newâsomewhat excitingâand dreadful. As you shower, rinsing his body wash from the planes of your own, you ponder on the feeling of it. Weighted in your gut, it sits like poison. You feel like youâre watching an anvil hang from a fraying rope, the weight too much to bear, though why you feel it, you donât know.
When you leave the bathroom, Tendou is still seated on his couch. He doesnât seem to hear you leave, and if he did, his body language doesnât betray it. He sits, his legs extended out onto the coffee table in front of him, one ankle crossed over the other. The phone is still pressed to his head with one hand, his long finger holding the back of it to the shell of his ear.Â
âI havenât,â he says quietly.
Thereâs a pause and you can only presume that Ushijima is talking.Â
âYeah, itâs just-â he rubs a hand up under his hair, scratching at the back of his head, âitâs a hard thing to bring up.âÂ
Another pause, except in this one, he stares distantly into the space in front of him. You recognize that look, the one that tells you heâs somewhere far away. The corners of his lips pull flat and you watch as his eyes cloud over with a consuming thought. Itâs the same as the night in the ramen shop, placid and somewhat melancholy. Tendou wears this look often lately, though itâs meaning is one that you canât figure out.Â
It casts over his face like a mask and even now, as he nods into the phone as if Wakatoshi can see it, you wonder what runs through his mind. You have Satori figured out but this expression is an anomaly, one that you canât place your finger on.Â
âWhat is?â You pipe up, walking around the side of the couch and plopping down.Â
Tendou jumps with a start, his hand coming up over his chest before he gives a short laugh.
âJesus, someone needs to put a bell on you,â he breathes.Â
âI wasnât even that quiet,â you laugh a little, âwhatâs so hard to bring up?âÂ
Tendou gives you a wry smile, dispelling the expression he wore a moment ago and donning another. You see it tug at the corner of his mouth before answers, âitâs a secret.âÂ
You roll your eyes, huffing a little. âCâmon, thought we didnât have any?âÂ
âNone that I want to share,â he says, giving you a lopsided grin.Â
âI really hate you.âÂ
Tendou puts his head on your shoulder, peering up at you. âYou promise?âÂ
You bark a small laugh and Tendou turns back toward his phone, his head still resting on your shoulder. You can feel his tufts of dark red hair at your neck, tickling your skin through the fabric of your pajama shirt and you lean into the touch absentmindedly. His free hand fiddles absentmindedly with a stray thread on the hem of your shirt and he mumbles to Wakatoshi that you just got out of the shower. Their conversation, now that youâre present, feels much slower than it previously was, like theyâre deliberately trying to change the subject.Â
Despite the touch, despite Satoriâs blatant affection, the prospect of a secret tastes bad on your tongue. Youâve never been the type to pry. Youâve always believed that whatever you need to know, Tendou will tell. So why is it that youâre so uneasy right now? Distrust sews itself into your skin like a badge and you furrow your eyebrows a little as you watch the planes of Tendouâs face twist with lively expressions through his conversation, the lamp on the side table casting him in a faint orange glow that feels homely and somewhat eerie.Â
You and Tendou head to bed together a short while later, dragging your feet across the carpeted floors before collapsing into bed. Tendou rolls over quickly, mumbling an absent-minded goodnight and while you stare at the ceiling and wait for his breathing to slow and steady itself, you ponder the inbetween. Youâre not so sure which inbetween youâre thinking about thoughâ whether youâre thinking about the inbetween of youth and stabilityâor something else entirely.Â
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âDid you get the text?â Tendou calls from your living room. Heâs posted himself up in there today, his laptop open as he clicks away at something he wonât show you.Â
The text heâs talking about is one from none other than Ushijima Wakatoshi himself, telling you and Tendou that the three of you should meet up for dinner tonight. He suggested a restaurant downtown, near the station and you were thrilled to receive the text.Â
âYeah, I did,â you call, leaning back on your heels to peer around the corner at him. âWanna meet up here first?âÂ
Tendou is quiet for a moment in the other room before he agrees, telling you that heâs going to send a message to Wakatoshi and let him know. You thank him briefly, returning to whatever it was that you were doing on your phone.Â
You must admit, you have ulterior motives for wanting to go to dinner. Itâs not that you arenât thrilled to have the three of you back together. You are, deeply so. But secretly, you are hoping that it will bring back a sense of normalcy youâve lost in the recent month. To you, it feels like the last normal night was a month ago in your apartment when Satori brought over wine after your break up. That was the last time he felt the way he always has.Â
Recently, heâs been stranger than usual. You canât help the rot that rises in your throat when you think about it. Itâs an uneasy little bug, sending you queasy and anxious over the smallest changes, though you arenât quite sure when it started happening. Itâs hard to place, especially because it is about Tendou of all people. Until now, youâve always felt comfortable telling him everything but for some reason, you worry that bringing this up will make him vanish altogether. Still, you hope that attending something nostalgic like this with him the way you always have will fix it somehow. You hope that maybe youâve just been too sensitive and that after seeing Wakatoshi and eating a meal together, things will just click back into place.Â
Maybe thatâs just wishful thinking though.Â
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Sa-to-ri: u ready? Iâm downstairsÂ
You check your phone, seeing it light up on the top of your bed through your mirror. Youâd been checking something irrelevant about what you are wearing, fiddling with the waistband of your bottoms or the way your hair falls on your forehead. Nerves rise in your throat as you put on your shoes and lock your apartment door behind you, hopping down the stairs.Â
âWell, donât you look pretty,â Tendou hums, smiling up at you.
Heâs wearing an oversized t-shirt and joggers. They cut off just above his ankles, revealing a worn pair of black high top sneakers. The sleeves of his shirt rest against his upper arms nicely and his hands are tucked into his pockets as he shifts his weight forward. It bunches up around his forearms, creating big, sloping pockets across the front of his abdomen where the hem of his shirt covers his waistband. You roll your eyes, catching the unusual heat rising to your cheeks and swallowing it down.Â
âThanks,â you exhale, âyou trying to butter me up or something?âÂ
Tendou gives you a wry grin. âHowâd you know?âÂ
You sneer lightly at him, âbecause youâre awful at hiding shit.âÂ
Tendou presses his lips into a small line. His eyes glass over a little as he starts to walk, keeping his hands in his pockets.Â
âAnyway, what is it?âÂ
âWhatâs what?â Tendou raises an eyebrow.Â
âThe thing you want to butter me up for?â You furrow your eyebrows, laughing a little.Â
âHuh? Oh, nothing. I just want to be on your good side.âÂ
âScared or something?âÂ
âA little,â he hums, looking at his shoes before glancing sideways at you as he raises his chin to peer at the tops of the buildings lining your walk to the station.Â
The restaurant is a few stops away in a newly painted building. Itâs a few blocks from the station, lit up by electric blue lights characteristic of KokubunchĂŽ. The crowds, which you should be used to, overwhelm you a little and youâre grateful for Tendou, whose height makes him impossible to lose. Youâre surprised that Wakatoshi would suggest a place downtown, just off from the izakaya and clubs that make KokubunchĂŽ such a popular destination for people our age. After all, heâs never been much of a partier, often choosing to abstain and stay in shape.Â
Itâs been a long while since youâve seen him. Wakatoshi spends most of his time traveling around Japan and Asia, playing volleyball in countries youâve never even thought to visit. He competes in global competitions and will most likely be recruited for the Japan National team for the Olympics.Â
When you arrive at your designated meeting spot, Wakatoshi is standing outside. You know that before you even see him because people round the corner he stands behind while glazing backwards over their shoulders. They mutter about how big that man was, if theyâve seen him somewhere before, if heâs a celebrity. Tendou snickers under his breath, his head tilting a little like itâs on a spring, and you smile in response.Â
You run ahead of Tendou and round the corner, greeted by Ushijimaâs tall figure standing outside of the entrance to the building, lit up by the neon sign above him.Â
âFinally!â You shout, bounding over to him and embracing him into a hug.Â
âYou should really announce who you are before you hug someone,â he says, his voice low and baritone as he wraps his thick arms around you.Â
âI did,â you laugh a little, your excitement at finally being able to see him again climbing in your throat.Â
âI wouldnât consider that enough warning.âÂ
You pull away, pouting a little at him before cracking a wide smile.Â
âHow are you?â he continues.Â
âIâm good,â you exhale, âJesus, look at you. I think you got taller.âÂ
âI didnât,â he says matter of factly, âthey measure me a lot for the team. I would know.âÂ
âStill straightforward as ever,â you huff a little and Wakatoshi gives you a gentle smile. Itâs barely there, but youâve known him long enough to be able to notice it now.Â
âNo greeting for Satori?â Tendou feigns injury behind you, shrugging his shoulders and scuffing his heel against the floor.Â
Wakatoshi scoffs lightly before stepping close. Then, the two boys hug each other, clutching tightly around the otherâs shoulders as they mumble about how long itâs been since theyâve spoken in person. Satori makes an off-handed comment about Wakatoshi getting more handsome and Wakatoshi jostles his shoulder in response, saying something about Tendou being smoother around the edges too.
You watch, stomach swimming with a familiar feeling you get only when the three of you are together. Itâs like you are all 17 again and nothing has changed. The way you speak, the way you feel, the uniquely comfortable atmosphere the three of you set with each other, blankets you like snow.Â
Tendou walks into the restaurant first, followed by you, and then Wakatoshi behind you. People inside of the restaurant turn and stare when they duck under the doorway, standing to their full height in the restaurant. Even among people with similar heights, the two of them stand out. Tendou with his knowing eyes and Wakatoshi with his undeniably good looks. You are in the middle, caught between two magnetic forces that youâve spent the majority of your life around.Â
You settle at a small table in the back. Itâs clean and hardly has enough room to fit the three of you around it comfortably. Itâs a trendy restaurant, mostly famous for its matcha desserts which mix western cooking with Japanese flavors. The majority of the menu are smaller appetizers, but there are sandwiches as well as seafood options which you hungrily stare down. When the time comes, you settle on a salmon dish with miso seasoning, Satori decides on a spicy curry, and Wakatoshi orders the same thing you do but with a small side of tempura. Looking at the place now, you figure that itâs probably closer to an izakaya than any other type of restaurant. You look forward to dessert.Â
âAre either of you getting drinks?â Tendou leans forward on the table on his elbows, giving a wry grin.Â
You peer at him from the side, smiling slightly. âAnd you say Iâm the alcoholic.âÂ
âYou are,â he states, leaning forward and smiling at you.Â
âIâm not,â Wakatoshi adds.Â
âWell spotted, Ushiwaka,â Tendou snickers.Â
âYeah, youâre a regular Sherlock Holmes,â you laugh.Â
âI meant that Iâm not getting a drink,â he says flatly, pressing the ghost of a smile between his lips.Â
You and Tendou glance at each other before bursting into a fit of giggles. Then, Wakatoshi follows with a laugh thatâs deep seated in his chest.Â
âI donât know. Are you?â You ask Tendou, exhaling deeply.Â
âI want one,â he shrugs.Â
âOf course you do,â you chuckle a little. âThen, Iâll have a beer too.âÂ
Tendou tilts his chin upwards, his eyes narrowing as he gives you a little smile. Itâs like he expected you to do the same, an affectionate and knowing little curl of his lips that sends heat rippling through your stomach. It takes a lot of strength to tear your eyes from him and when you do, you find yourself trying to shake the new feeling from your stomach as you inhale.Â
âSo Wakatoshi, howâs the team?â You ask as Tendou flags down the server and orders two beers and a glass of water.Â
âTheyâre fine,â he says, smiling a little. âTeam practices still happen even in the off season, but whatâs important is weight training to make sure we stay strong.âÂ
âIs that why you were able to come back to Sendai for a bit?â
âMhm, though I still train every day,â he offers, leaning back so that the server can set down the drinks on the table.Â
âSo drivenâŠâ Tendou smiles.Â
âYou should be playing, you know,â Wakatoshi says to Tendou.Â
He waves his hand in response, dispelling the thought. âMe? Go pro? Nah, I think Iâd be miserable. Volleyball was just a high school thing for me.âÂ
Wakatoshi shrugs his shoulders.Â
âYou gonna be on the Olympic team, âToshi?â You pry a little, leaning forward.Â
âI donât know yet. Weâll find out next year.â His expression doesnât betray anything, but you can hear the excitement in his voice. It makes the sound feel tight, like heâs trying to keep from shouting about it. You smile to yourself.Â
âLook at you, youâve got a whole career. Meanwhile, Satori and I have no clue what weâre gonna do in the future,â you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink. The condensation sticks to your hand.Â
Then, Wakatoshi furrows his eyebrows and looks to Tendou. He looks back at him and for a moment, they sit there like that, communicating telepathically (most likely). It makes you uneasy, like there is something about Tendou that youâre not allowed to know. The uneasy feeling thatâs made itself scarce the entire evening bullies its way to the base of your throat. You try to swallow it down, but to no avail.Â
Tendou inhales and the moment is broken. The two boys settle back into their seats and glide past the strange occurrence.Â
âIâm sure youâll both figure it out,â Wakatoshi offers, smiling gently at you. âYouâre very capable.âÂ
âI applied to a temp agency a week ago, so hopefully something comes of that,â you take another big sip of your drink.Â
âTemp agency? Why didnât you tell me?â Tendou pouts a little.Â
âI mean, itâs not a sure thing. Just an application. Didnât want to get ahead of myself.â You laugh.Â
âAwww but I wanna hear about your life,â Tendou whines lightly.Â
âBro, you are literally in my house five days a week. You know just about everything.âÂ
Tendou shrugs his shoulders and leans back in his chair, mood shifting from the false sadness into something of realization. Has he only just now realized how much time the two of you spend together.Â
â_____, Satori told me you and your boyfriend broke up.â Wakatoshi says.Â
âDamn, seriously dude?â You shrink into your chair, letting the server place your food in front of you. It looks good and your cut of fish steams on the bed of rice it sits on. Your mouth waters.Â
âSorry, he asked about it,â Tendou shrugs his shoulders, picking up his chopsticks to start eating.Â
You wave off the apology. Itâs not like you werenât going to tell Wakatoshi anyway.Â
âYeah, we did,â you say, swallowing the first bite of fish.Â
âWhat happened?â he pushes.Â
You shrug your shoulders, sitting back in your chair a little and pushing the fish around your plate. âWe just werenât compatible. I didnât like him the way I thought I should and he clearly didnât like me very much. He was kinda mean.âÂ
Tendou swallows his bite of food beside you and Wakatoshi glances up toward him. They exchange another look and Satori shakes his head, returning his gaze to the food.Â
âThatâs terrible. Iâm sorry,â Wakatoshi offers.Â
âNah, donât worry. Iâm not all too beat up about it,â you laugh a little. âIt might sound twisted, but when we broke up I didnât really care all that much.âÂ
âI can vouch for that. They called him a cunt.â Tendou adds, smiling over his drink.Â
âI did do that,â you confirm.Â
âSounds like them,â Wakatoshi gives a small laugh.Â
The rest of your meal is spent in idle chatter. You and Satori have a few more drinks, trying to get Wakatoshi to order one in the later half of the evening, to which he dutifully shakes his head. You blather on about how much you miss him and when the next time heâll be in Japan is while he smiles fondly and tosses sideways glances to Tendou who just shrugs because he knows you get like this.Â
You realize, at some point, that unlike you and Tendou, Ushijima is not in the inbetween. Heâs got a well-established career with a clear future path. He is not stumbling around blindly, but rather taking deliberate steps towards his future. You and Tendou, it seems, are caught in that particular place, walking yourselves in circles until you finally find the courage to walk in a line. Youâre relieved to know that someone is in the circle with you.Â
Briefly, you think about the looks Satori and Wakatoshi exchanged. Pointed, deliberate looks that exchanged information between the two of them. Youâre not sure why it bothers you the way it does. Itâs not as if theyâve never had secrets between the two of them before. This one, however, feels somehow heavier. It feels like itâs an elephant in the room between the two of them. You hate the inflated feeling it gives off. It swells and presses you against the wall, stealing the air from your lungs and sending panic to rise up through your throat.Â
Youâre sad to part with Wakatoshi, offering him a long hug and doing your best to squeeze the air out of him. He pats your back, laughing lightly about how heâll be back eventually. You whine, telling him that he needs to call more. He promises that he will, though you know it will probably remain the same. The two of you have engaged in this perpetual cycle for years now.Â
Satori hugs his friend goodbye as well, mumbling something to Wakatoshi that you donât catch, to which he says that they can talk about it later.Â
You scuff your feet against the floor the whole way home, trying to pretend that your plan to make things feel normal worked.Â
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You and Satori have clear boundaries. You always have. There are things you can and canât do with each other that you both follow religiously. Itâs not as if youâve ever actually discussed it with him. The two of you have never sat down and actually talked about these rules you have in place. They are unspoken but mutually understood.Â
You suppose that drawing those types of lines started in high school. Before then, it had never even crossed your mind that skinship or your particular ways of showing affection to each other could be taken as anything but platonic. Satori was the first of the two of you to get a partner. In your second year of high school, heâd started going out with a girl in his class. Youâd never met her before then in earnest, though youâd certainly seen her around, mostly out of the corner of your eye.Â
Tendou wasnât all that popular in high school. Not just because of the way he looked (which youâve always thought to be above average), but because of the somewhat aloof attitude he maintained. Between snide comments and a generally over-confident demeanor, most people found him off-putting. It didnât take long though for a few girls to notice his better qualities. They noticed his fingers, long and lithe and wrapped in bandages. They noticed his smile, the coy kind that affects one side of his mouth before it affects the other. They noticed his height and stature, the lazy way he carries himself so that he always seems a little off kilter.Â
To you, these things have always been obvious. His good looks have always been something that youâre keenly aware of. Whatever unique qualities he has only seem to add to them.Â
Still, when he started seeing her, you and Satori seemed to fall in sync about these unspoken boundaries. One day, the line in the sand between you both was drawn into being, separating your friendship from anything beyond that.Â
Youâve always been grateful for that little line, you think. It keeps things from getting confusing. It protects yours and Satoriâs platonic relationship as much as it protects your romantic ones. You donât read too much into things. Your heart doesnât flutter when he touches you (or does it). You keep your pesky emotions at bay. Itâs all thanks to that lovely little line.Â
Sometimes though, like now, that line stares at you. For some reason, it feels like whatever is going on with Tendou is on the other side of it. You feel like heâs moved the line farther away from him, drawing a bubble and preventing you from stepping close. His situation, whatever it may be, is now beyond your grasp and you feel as if asking would be stepping over it.Â
Itâs the first time in your friendship, you think, that Satori has drawn a line all on his own.Â
Heâs back in your house today, lounging on your bed with his head hanging off the end. You can see the way his neck protrudes and bobs each time he swallows. Itâs got a lovely angle to it and you can see the lines of lean muscle running up the sides of his neck.Â
When heâd walked in, youâd found yourself shocked to see that heâd not only decided to get a haircut, but to buzz off all of his hair entirely. Youâd gaped at him, reaching up to touch his head and lamenting the loss of his shoulder length hair.Â
âWhat? You donât like it?â heâd asked through a coy smile.Â
âItâs not that itâs just⊠why?â youâd questioned, unable to shake the feeling that it has something to do with his secretiveness.Â
Tendou adopted that familiar far off look and shrugged. âNeeded the change. Kinda felt like I was going in a circle.âÂ
Then, heâd brushed past you and into your house, asking about something to drink.Â
Satoriâs looking at his phone now, scrolling through social media like heâs a robot stuck on repeat. Every now and then, his lips will quirk up a bit when he sees something funny, but otherwise, the only thing that moves are his thumbs and the gentle bob of his neck.Â
You stand facing the mirror in your room, watching him through it as you busy yourself with something on the shelf adjacent. Youâd been looking for a book to read but had been quickly distracted by your train of thoughts after seeing a photo of you and Satori from high school.
You keep it framed on your nightstand in a cheap wooden frame you bought from a thrift store before going to college. It was taken a few weeks before your graduation, standing in front of the school gym. Satori is in his volleyball uniform after playing a final skirmish with his team before he passed down his jersey. His hair is spiked up and his forehead is slick with sweat. Heâs pulling you close to his body in the photo, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and his fingers secured on the other end of you. You can almost recall the feeling of his jersey, damp with sweat, and your smile in the photo betrays a slight grimace at the feeling of it.Â
Satori, however, is beaming. His smile is radiant and his eyes are half closed in what looks like the beginning of a genuine laugh. Heâd found it amusing to pull you close to him that day, relishing in the way you whined a little about how gross he was. Not that you really minded. You donât mind much of anything if itâs Satori doing it. Heâs special that way.Â
A notification on Satoriâs phone draws you from your thoughts and your eyes wander habitually to the reflection of his screen in the mirror. It looks like an email and Satori shifts when he gets the notification, sucking in a quiet breath as he quickly reads over it. Then, he closes the application.Â
âWhy are you staring?â He speaks abruptly, satisfied at the way you jump at being caught.Â
âI was just wondering what youâve been waiting for on your phone lately,â you admit, toeing the line heâs drawn.Â
âMmmmmmm,â he hums, not turning to look at you as a smile creeps up his features, âyou curious?âÂ
âMhm,â you answer, turning to face him properly. âIs it a girl?âÂ
At this, Tendouâs eyes slink backward to look at you over the crest of his eyebrows. His lips quirk up in a wry grin. It smooths across his features like liquid metal.Â
âWhy? You wanna date me?âÂ
Youâre not sure why the teasing question flusters you so much, but it does. Heat bubbles in your stomach and rises to your face just as quickly and you chide yourself for the way you turn away from him.Â
âI was just curious,â you huff, rolling your eyes to try and dispel the new sensation rising in you.Â
Tendou gives you a catâs smile through the mirror before he stretches his arms above his head and lets them hang over the side of the bed.Â
âItâs not a girl,â he answers, laughing a little. Then, he pauses like heâs debating something before growing quiet and adopting the strange look heâs been wearing. âNothing important really.âÂ
You furrow your eyebrows and eye the line in the sand.Â
Itâs killing you, not knowing. This melancholy and secretive facade Tendou has adopted is making him feel like a stranger and itâs eating you up inside. But you trust him. You trust Satori with your life and more, so you swallow down the uncertainty. Itâs coming from somewhere unfamiliar. Somewhere possessive and needy. You ignore the fact that the feeling is coming from a place you previously thought your feelings for Satori didnât come from.Â
âYou sure?â you press, clenching your jaw after the words leave your lips.Â
âYeah.â Tendou doesnât look at you in the mirror, stretching his arms above his head. You think about growing pains.Â
Lukewarm. The inbetween. You know what this off feeling is. That subtle space in which your lives have been in for the better part of the last five years. A delicate balance between present and future. A delicate balance between friends and something more. This feeling is different. You worry that it is the inbetween of affection and indifference. Itâs going to eat you alive.
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Tendouâs apartment is pleasantly disorganized. It is one of those spaces in which everything looks out of place, but never really is. Tendou knows where each thing is, even if youâve always had trouble learning. While this is true for all of the places that Satori inhabits, you think it is especially true for his bedroom and the office.Â
His room is littered with small boxes for little items heâs collected over the years. His shelves are stocked with manga heâs liked enough to collect. They arenât organized in any particular way except by series, but the pattern seems to make sense only to Tendou. His nightstand always has a half drank glass of water on it and on nights when you stay over, there is one beside it for you.
In the corner, thereâs a tall dark oak dresser full of his clothes, all of them folded neatly in drawers and tucked away until he needs them. On top of it, there are framed photos of his childhood, as well as one singular nationals trophy that he didnât have the heart to throw out. You think all of it is endearing. Thereâs something lovely about entering this space and feeling him all around you. Any stress seems to melt directly off of your shoulders.Â
âWanna order in?â You pad into the living room where Satori is posted in front of the television playing some rendition of the Legend of Zelda games.Â
âHuh?â He says before quickly interrupting himself. âOh, yeah sure. What did you want?âÂ
Tendou glances at you over the couch, his eyes catching yours for a moment. He grins, his lips curling up in a delightful way, before he turns his focus back to the TV.Â
âI dunno, chicken?âÂ
He chuckles, pausing his game and putting his arm over the couch cushion. Tendou tilts his head to the side and smiles. âYou always want chicken. Same place, I assume?âÂ
You shrug. âYeah well, I like their spice blend.â You lean your weight against the wall beside you. âSo can we order chicken or not?âÂ
Tendou tilts his head up, pressing his lips together in a smirk and narrowing his all-seeing eyes.Â
âSpice blend,â he chuckles, humming pleasantly like heâs mulling something over. Then, he clicks his teeth and you wonder briefly about the motion of his tongue when he does. âYeah, letâs do it.â Then, he turns back to the TV and presses play.Â
âKay, Iâm gonna order from my phone then,â you hum, rolling your eyes and unlocking the screen.Â
âSure,â he says and you pad over to his bedroom to sit down as you pick out what you want. âOh! ____!âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
âIf youâre ordering from the place down the street, Iâm pretty sure I have a voucher for a free plate.â He calls.
âOh, where?âÂ
âOffice, I think. Somewhere on the desk.âÂ
You chuckle to yourself, walking down the hall and into the small makeshift office Tendou has set up. Itâs in what should be a closet, with only enough space for a light and a small desk set up. When heâd moved into this place, heâd proudly told you about his plans, to which you told him that if it makes him happy, he should do it.Â
âWho even keeps physical coupons anymore?âÂ
âMe, bro,â he laughs. âJust use it though, Iâm pretty sure itâs gonna expire.âÂ
âKay!âÂ
His desk is littered with paper. Most of them are things heâll never use again; flyers he was handed on the street, takeout menus he usually looks at online, printed receipts for things he bought years ago. Only a few things are actually useful; printed recipes from the internet, a small booklet full of drinks from his job, and a thick recipe book with papers and post-its sticking out of it.Â
You shuffle through the papers, looking for the coupon. Youâre expecting something bright red and gaudy. Something that feels like itâs trying too hard to get your attention. When you find it tucked beneath the thick book of recipes, you almost just grab it and go. If it hadnât been for the way your eyes lingered on the spot where it was for a moment, you never would have seen it.Â
Underneath the coupon, is a clipped together stack of papers. A wax-covered yellow paper clip holds them together and at the top, it reads Le Cordon Bleu and then DiplĂŽme de PĂątisserie. Itâs been hastily translated into Japanese and you canât beat the curiosity or the way dread begins to swirl in your stomach.
Itâs an enrollment confirmation and clipped underneath it, there is a confirmation for the rent of a studio apartment in Paris. The date for the enrollment is two months from now and you grimace at the paper, making out what you can of the sloppy translation and French writing.Â
In your hand, clipped with the yellow-paperclip, is all of the evidence of Tendouâs intention to leave. Worse yet, his intention to leave without telling you in advance. An inky black substance rises in your through, swelling there like lead before realization rounds the corner. In your head, the ball thatâs been looming over your head for months now finally drops and you manage to make sense of his behavior the last few months. It wasnât a girl, itâs never been a girl. It was this.
Itâs hard to tell exactly what thoughts run through your mind as you register what youâre looking at. The first is that heâs been keeping this secret for longer than three months judging from the paperwork, the second is that he deliberately chose not to tell you, and the third is the phrase youâve repeated to yourself since high school. Everything you need to know, Tendou will tell.Â
You try not to spiral. You try to keep your feet rooted on the ground at the idea of this person youâve known since adolescence simply going away so suddenly. None of it works. The secrecy of it cuts you like a slow-dragging knife, pressing into your skin and cutting a fine line from your stomach to your forehead.Â
â_____!â Tendou calls. His voice startles you from your thoughts. âIf you havenât ordered yet, can you get me extra hot sauce please?âÂ
You donât answer, instead starting to make the short walk from the office to the living room.Â
Tendou says your name. When you donât answer, you hear him pause his game and stand up, calling your name again.Â
By the time heâs turned to start walking in your direction, eyebrows furrowed, you have reached the entrance to the living space. The papers are clutched in your hand and you can feel the edge of them pressing into your palm.Â
âWhat are these?â You ask, attempting to keep your voice steady.Â
âWhatâs what?â He tilts his head, smiling before he glances down to your hand.Â
You hold it up so that he can see.Â
When his gaze settles and he registers what youâre holding, his smile falls. You see the blood rush to his face and a look of shock cover his usually calm features. The expression is foreign on him and it sends a pang of dread through your chest. You had hoped that you were wrong. You had hoped that maybe he was going to tell you, that youâd show him and heâd laugh casually about how he just found out and wanted to tell you once it was settled.Â
âWhat is it?â You say softly and Tendou struggles to find the words.Â
He opens his mouth, closes it, and then opens it again. You watch as he scrambles, your lips pulling deeper and deeper into the frown that you can feel taking over your face.Â
âAre you going away?âÂ
He nods.Â
âWhen?âÂ
âSeptember.âÂ
The air is knocked from your lungs and your voice comes out as barely a whisper. âThatâs in two months, Satori.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âHow long have you known?âÂ
He doesnât answer and when you look up at him, you can see the way that his eyes are growing red.Â
âHow long?â You say, a little more forcefully.Â
âSince March.âÂ
âJesus,â you scoff, âMarch? Thatâs nearly five months.âÂ
He nods, slightly defeated.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me?âÂ
Tendou scrambles for the words again, and suddenly you feel like youâve been poisoned. Your stomach turns and your vision goes a little dizzy and you consider the type of sickness that this will bring to your friendship. How sick will it make the both of you? How long will it be until you are well again? Tendou, whose face has fallen into something of dread and uncertainty, clearly feels it too. You blink, staring at him with wide eyes to give him the opportunity to salvage what small bits of your trust remain.Â
Somehow, the expression he wears looks like heâs been about to form it for months. Like that blank expression he adopted was somehow an early version of this and itâs with a heavy heart that you realize that what youâd been seeing on him was the expression of keeping an awkward secret.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me, Satori?âÂ
âI wasnât-â he swallows. âI didnât-âÂ
âYou didnât know how?â You frown, finishing his sentence. You feel the way your brows press in the middle. âYouâre my best friend, Satori. Thereâs nothing you canât tell me.âÂ
It hurts to know that he didnât trust you with this. Unlike the secrets he keeps with Ushijima, this feels like a secret heâs deliberately kept from you. It wounds you to know that there is something Satori didnât want to tell you, especially something this huge. You feel yourself bleed out onto his floor, though youâre not sure what the other emotions that come with this are. Something adjacent to hurt, like heartbreak.Â
âYou didnât know how to tell me, so your solution was to just fuck off to France one day without warning?â You raise your voice a little and Tendou, who is usually so fearless, flinches back from it. You press your lips into a line.
It feels selfish and you canât figure out why. None of this makes any sense at all to you.Â
âYouâve kept secrets before too,â he says like heâs just thought of the justification. Satori scrambles like a young boy caught in the act, clamoring for a way out of the hole heâs dug himself. The more he reaches for his footing, the worse it hurts you.
You furrow your eyebrows. âSure! Iâve kept secrets about who I fucked in high school. You kept secrets about your entire fucking future!â The words sting the front of your tongue. âDoes Wakatoshi know?âÂ
Tendou doesnât answer.Â
âDoes Wakatoshi know?â You say again, forcefully this time. Hurt makes its way into your lungs like a fever.Â
âYeah,â he says quietly, shoulders slumping forward. âHe does.âÂ
You let out a laugh, reaching up to your face and wiping away the tears that have started to well up. When Tendou sees this, his eyes go wide and he takes a step towards you. Instead of letting him take you into his arms the way he always has, you step back. Then, you walk to the entrance of his apartment, grab your bag, slip your shoes on, and open the front door.Â
âCongratulations. On the school,â you muster, though it feels spoiled.Â
You want to mean it, but you donât and the realization sends you out of the door and down the street. When you get on the train home, you finally allow yourself to cry, trying to put together why all of this hurts so much. Why are you spiraling the way you are? You wipe hot tears from your face with the backs of your hands, sniffling quietly while people struggle not to stare. The summer heat in the train car is stifling, clinging to your skin and making your face sticky with tears and sweat.Â
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Youâve never fought with Tendou like this before. Sure, youâve had small spats that lead to a few days of not talking, but this feels bigger than that. This feels like the earth has somehow cracked between you both and opened a deep rift. Youâre not sure how long itâs been forming, but you know it isnât sudden. Pressure builds behind you both like a damn fit to burst.Â
Itâs not as if itâs only the move thatâs doing this. You think itâs more. You think it has something to do with that line in the sand or whatever these new feelings for Tendou are. All of it has been somehow funneled into this one secret, spilling out in a messy and jumbled way that confuses you about feelings (or lack thereof) that youâd been certain about for over 10 years.Â
The floor of your apartment is cool like glass. Itâs always colder on the floor than it is standing. You lay down to escape the heat, clinging to the wood like a seastar to a rock. Humidity clings to your skin and makes you sticky. You grimace, rolling over slightly.Â
It may seem dramatic to lay on the floor and think about Satori, but you often find yourself on the ground when you need to think about something important. The energy flows better down here. There have been several times in which Tendou has laid down on the floor with you to think. He did it when you needed to decide where to go to high school, he did it when you needed to think about saying yes or no to a confession, he did it when you were deciding where to take the entrance exams for at 17. Come to think of it, all of the major decisions in your life were made on the floor. Satori had been there for all of them.Â
You breathe out an exhale and more heat sticks to your skin. Even the breeze coming in through the window is unbearably hot, though you suppose thatâs just the nature of July.Â
Itâs been almost a week since you last saw Tendou, which isnât too long in the grand scheme of things, but feels like a lifetime because itâs him. You canât remember the last time you went so long without seeing or speaking to him. You canât bring yourself to respond to his texts. Heâs left four of them, each asking to talk to you about it. Every time you try to respond, you lose the courage to do it, sputtering to a stop just before you start to type.Â
Heâs been with you for all of the major decisions in your life, but you werenât privy to even know about this one. Sure, Satori is allowed to do what he wants. You know that heâs not obligated to tell you everything, that he doesnât have to inform you of every small change in his life, but you wouldnât consider this a small change. Shit, this is bigger than any decision heâs ever made and he didnât tell you about it.Â
Youâre not sure whatâs worse, the idea that he kept it from you all this time or the idea that had you not stumbled upon those papers, he might have just vanished one day. Itâs difficult for you to wrap your head around, the idea of Tendou just going away. For you, heâs been a constant presence in your life. Even when you went to college in Kyoto, heâd come to visit. The train ride was never more than a few hours and he would stay through the weekends or youâd make your way back up to Sendai where he attended the local university.Â
Paris is thousands of kilometers away. Forget visiting on weekends, you might not even be able to visit him on holidays. Then comes the question of if he would even want you to visit. If he didnât tell you he was leaving, maybe he wouldnât want to have you there. It could be that Tendouâs closeness with you was too much and it had reached a boiling point youâd never noticed.Â
Itâs hard to believe that the boy youâve known since 13 could think to go so far away from you. Itâs difficult for you to wrap your head around, almost like the thought is presented to you in another language. Itâs vaguely familiar, but deeply confusing, so much so that it sends you reeling. Youâve been reeling for the past few days, spun like a top and left to settle on your own.Â
This summer is hotter than most and the air doesnât aid your thinking. It leaves you feeling stagnant, distracted by the sound of cicadas outside your balcony. Heat and anger cling to your skin like sticky black tar and the more you think about you and Tendou, the more you feel the poison in your bloodstream. You wonder briefly if Tendou is feeling it too, though of course heâs brought it on himself. Even through your anger, it hurts you to know that he might also be hurting.Â
When you met Satori, he was only an inch or so taller than you. He sprouted up around your second year of middle school, turning into the beanpole that he is today. He didnât have a lot of friends when he was younger, not until halfway through your first year of middle school when he became a regular on the volleyball team.Â
You suppose that he didnât have many friends because of his name, or maybe it was because of the way he looked. Before Satori grew up, his big eyes and thin upper lip were even more pronounced than they are now and when he was 13, he hadnât yet grown out of that awkward, middling phase all children go through. You never minded but the other kids certainly did.Â
In fact, you always liked that Tendou matched his given name so well. Satori, referring to a yokai that can read minds. His all seeing eyes. The way he seems to know everything about you before you know it yourself. It all suits him so nicely. Youâve always liked that about him, those qualities which heâs owned from a young age and maintained throughout the majority of his life.Â
Theyâre as dear to you as he is, and you know that theyâve become dear to him as well.Â
When you were young, you never cared much for the gossip of other children, so when Satori joined your middle school class and was greeted with the whispers of your classmates, you paid them no mind. It seemed that Satori didnât either, instead focusing on volleyball, which allowed him to realize a certain twisted kind of satisfaction he craved. Your friendship unfolded quickly, moving through the awkward acquaintance stage and into the friend stage quickly.Â
The first summer you both spent together was one of the most memorable. Come to think of it, you and Satori had somehow managed to skip over the awkward part of making friends at 13, barrelling into the summer season together as comfortable friends. Heâd sat out on your back porch with you often, eating cut watermelon your mother had prepared for you both. She was just glad to see youâd made a friend. As a young child, people found you unapproachable, as youâd always had an agency over yourself which other kids didnât have.Â
Satori was the same, though he was always more immature in his teasing. Tendou has always gotten a kick out of toying with others and in high school it half-way earned him his nickname of Guess Monster, which plays on the word âgesuâ meaning âlow-lifeâ. You always thought it was mean, but it would be a lie to say that Tendou didnât earn that name with his opponents. He always somehow managed to come across as somewhat sleezy to them, even if you know heâs anything but.Â
It happens to be another part of him that you adore deeply. The way he makes you squirm has always been an enjoyable aspect of your neatly kept friendship.Â
Still, that first summer and all the summers after, went the same way. On the porch or balcony with a plate of fresh watermelon, laying across the slightly-cooler floor and debating through bored slurs what to do next. You can recall every version of him. 13 and immature, grinning over the tops of sunburnt cheeks. 17 and laidback, with a cheshire-like grin and a penchant for teasing. 20 and in college, with long hair and an easy, attractive grin. 24, with freshly buzzed hair, sitting between the past and the future, getting ready to leave you behind.Â
You know itâs unfair to think that way. Heâs not leaving you behind. Not really. Satori is just moving forward. Heâs taking another step towards his future and thatâs supposed to be a good thing. Itâs supposed to be good that he knows what he wants next. But you canât find it in you to be happy for him.Â
You think itâs selfish. Itâs selfish of him to not tell you. Itâs selfish to want to go so far away. Itâs selfish to want to be somewhere that you arenât. Most of all though, it hurts that you didnât know. It aches somewhere deep and ancient in your chest, a kind of pain youâre unfamiliar with. Foreign and dull, pressing right up against your sternum from the inside. It feels like heartbreak, as alarming as that is.Â
Satori has a side to him that you didnât know. A secretive one. One that allows him to just slowly withdraw if he wants to. It makes you wonder what else he keeps from you. Everything you need to know, Tendou will tell. How far does that extend? What other things donât you know?Â
While the ache is there, you can also feel confusion. Itâs a deep, skin-tingling sensation, like something not quite realized. You have no idea why youâre reacting as adversely to this as you are. Itâs not as if him not telling you this yet means anything that youâve spiraled into believing. Itâs not like it means he doesnât care about you, it just means that he was as tongue tied as you feel right now.Â
Your friendship has always had clear rules and boundaries and you think that feeling the way you are and Tendou keeping this secret has somehow broken them. Itâs like, in breaking your unspoken rule somewhere else, Tendou set off a chain reaction that caused you to break another. Now, all you can think about are the inbetween moments. The liminal space between friends and something more that you and Satori have occasionally crossed into.Â
Itâs not because you are fantasizing about it, nor is it because you necessarily want it to mean something, but it is because they mean the most to you. Those little moments are when youâve felt the closest to him, as if your relationship were strengthened by your physical proximity and the feel of his hands on your arms or face.Â
You think about those easy summers. About the way girls pass him on the street and giggle into their mouths when he glances at them. About the way he looks at you when he walks. All of it piles up like sand, heavy and easy to sink into. You could get lost in these feelings and it terrifies you.Â
Youâre so deeply uncomfortable with the change, both in Tendouâs life and in your steadily rounding realization. Why is that? Youâve separated from plenty of friends before just like this and never felt so hopeless. Leaving for college was no different. Even when Wakatoshi moved away permanently, you werenât half so torn up. You didnât mourn the loss of some unplacable thing that had yet to exist. But here you are now, laying down on the floor of your apartment and thinking about what it means that heâs going away and what it means that he didnât tell you. What makes Satori so different?Â
Youâve never had to do this before. Thinking about how to respond to Satori feels so strange that itâs making you sick. You used to always know what to say. Whatâs making this any different? Why does it feel like thereâs a lump in your chest thatâs going to make you sick?Â
Maybe itâs because you canât figure out his motivations. There are very few instances in which you canât tell what Satori is thinking. After all, heâs the person you spend the most time with, of course youâre able to tell what heâs probably thinking about. You wonder what you could have done to hurt him, rolling onto your back and clenching your fists to quell the crack you feel forming across your chest.Â
Thereâs so much anxiety, so much uncertainty. All you can smell is that first summer. All you can hear is that hot and humid day when you were 13. You wonder why it comes to you so clearly now. Is it because this is the last? Is it because you both have already been poisoned beyond healing? Or maybe itâs simply because that is when these feelings started to take root.Â
Maybe they started to take shape a long time ago, this uncertain, swelling ache in your chest that feels so adjacent to love you could have mistaken it for exactly that. The only reason you havenât is because you know better. You know better than to break the rules, than to love him like that when your friendship has never been anything more.Â
Youâve been staving it off for so long, you think. This unplaceable desire has been curbed time and time again. You think back to all of the times itâs felt like Satori was about to cross a boundary and you wonder if he ever actually was or if youâd just imagined it because you wanted it so badly. Even now youâre not sure. You think about your past boyfriends, why it never worked. Had you ever actually cared about them or were you just seeking out traits you thought you saw in Tendou?Â
Even if it is more than friendship, even if he does mean more to you than you thought, all you know is how angry you are. It swells in your chest, ballooning until it presses against the inside of your ribcage and makes you ache. You know this canât be fixed alone. You could run yourself in circles and none of it would make any difference. None of this introspection will matter until you can talk to him, until you can be in his presence again.Â
The threat of loss looms heavy over you, like an anvil tied to a string, it swings precariously above your head. Satori, even after keeping the monumental secret, is still your best friend and losing him, distance be damned, is unfathomable. Heâs everything to you and the situation, its precariousness, makes you afraid. How long have you been in the space between loving him and losing him?Â
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Sa-to-ri: hey i wonât text you anymore after this, but please come by when youâre feeling up to it. i can explain.Â
You read the text over and over in front of his apartment. Thereâs a thrumming in your chest, like nerves come alive, and you canât seem to just open the door.Â
Satori opens it first, swinging it open with one sharp pull and staring at you.Â
âWere you tracking me?â you ask softly.Â
âYeah,â he admits.Â
He steps to the side to let you in and you quickly remove your shoes, stepping into his apartment.Â
Satori looks like the Satori he always has. Tall and lanky, with big, heavily creased eyes and his thin upper lip. His bottom lip, full and round, bounces slightly as you turn to face him. You rake your eyes over his buzzed hair, still not quite used to the way it looks on him. You remember running your hand over it a few weeks ago and feeling the soft, spiky texture of it. Part of you misses the long hair, though you think this suits him more somehow.Â
His eyes, which are usually low-lidded and laidback, look swollen, and the bags under his eyes which you admire so secretly, are more pronounced. Satori looks tired and as soon as you register that itâs probably your fault, you let your shoulders fall.Â
âHow are you?â he questions softly, the familiar tenor ring of his voice tentative and needy as he follows it with your name.Â
You shrug. âIâm okay. How are you?âÂ
âBeen better,â he says, giving you a lopsided grin that you struggle to return.Â
You nod at him, swallowing thick, and Satori lets out a shaky exhale and runs a hand over his buzzed red hair.
âI can explain whatâs happening, if you want,â he offers.Â
âIt seems pretty straight forward,â you say. âYou applied to a school in France, got in, and it spiraled out before you got the chance to tell me. Right?âÂ
Satori tilts his head, surprised. Youâve hit the nail on the head.Â
âIâm sorry,â he says quietly. âI didnât mean- I didnât think that-âÂ
You nod, biting back the familiar sting of bile rising up your chest. âI know. Iâm trying not to be mad.âÂ
âAre you?â he asks. âMad, I mean.âÂ
You nod.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âWhat do you mean why?â you say, giving an incredulous snort. âYouâre going away and you were going to do it without telling me.âÂ
Satori tosses his arms up a little, beginning to grow frustrated. âI thought you just said you understood what happened?âÂ
âI do!â you shout back. âDo you expect me to leap for joy because youâre going 9,000 kilometers away?âÂ
Tendou tries to step towards you, reaching out with his lithe fingers to attempt to soothe the anger he can feel rising in you.Â
âI have no real idea why you didnât tell me,â you admit, crumbling a bit. âI think I could go over it a million times in my head and never really understand. But I think the worst part is that I donât even know what Iâm mad at. Iâm just mad.âÂ
He falters, opening and closing his mouth in an attempt to find something to say. You feel your eyes grow wet with tears.Â
âWhy is it so easy for you to just leave me behind?â You question quietly, your voice cracking as tears start to spill. You feel silly and selfish for asking him this, but itâs what comes up. That unfamiliar swell of emotions youâve been experiencing for the past week all bring you here. âHow can you just up and leave just like that without even asking me about it? Didnât you ever consider that Iâd want to know and celebrate with you?âÂ
â____,â he says quietly.Â
âAnd I feel so dumb because I know I should be happy,â you cry, wiping your eyes. âI know I should be happy that youâre taking the first steps toward your future, but I canât be. Iâm so hurt, Satori and Iâm so sorry that I am.âÂ
You shake your head a little when Tendou steps close to you, unable to lift your head to look at him.Â
âI know you have your own life and your own future,â you say, nodding your head. âI know. But I donât know how you could ever want to go so far away from me. I donât think I could ever do that.âÂ
Itâs not accusatory, but uncertain, like youâre weighing the words on your tongue. It almost sounds as if youâre questioning your own feelings. It even surprises you and you stare at the floor between your feet to try and ground yourself. You can hear Satori breathing. Itâs a steady sound, occasionally hitching and giving away his emotions.Â
âDo you love me?â he speaks up quietly. You raise your head, eyebrows furrowed. âDo you love me like that?âÂ
You donât know what to say or how to answer. The question has forced your gaze back up to him. His small eyebrows are pulled together in the center and his lips, usually tinged with a small grin, are pulled downwards. You ache at seeing him like this.Â
âBecause I do,â he adds, staring at you.Â
âYou what?â It shocks you, and you shake your head a little as if that would clear up the misunderstanding. You watch as he breaks every boundary you both have ever created.Â
âI have for a long time. I love you and Iâm not leaving because I donât,â Satori looks almost unrecognizable, so deeply passionate and emotional, but thereâs something familiar in it. Thereâs an emotion that youâve seen somewhere before. âI didnât keep it from you because I donât.âÂ
âWhat are you saying?â You can hardly hear your own voice over the sound of your heartbeat.Â
âDo you love me?â He steps towards you, adamant in receiving an answer. âBecause I really need to know, man. I canât do this without knowing.âÂ
You try to gather your thoughts. All of the teasing, all of the little lost glances Satori would adopt, all of the secrecy. It was because he loved you? It was because he loves you? Even the thought feels heavy, like itâs coated in lead. The idea drops into the pit of your stomach, weighing you down and for a moment you think you may be sick.Â
Do you love him? Do you love him the way he wants you to? You look at him, fingers trembling.Â
âI donât know,â you swallow.Â
âCome with me,â he pleads, âjust come with me.âÂ
âWhy didnât you tell me?âÂ
âI donât know,â he says, running a hand forward on his head. âBecause I love you. Because you drive me insane. Because I didnât even realize I was hiding it until it was too late to not be hiding it. I never meant to let it get this far I never- I never meant to make you cry,â he says, stepping forward and taking your hands in his. âYouâre my best friend. I never wanted- I never wanted to lose you and I was so scared and I didnât- I didnât know what to do.âÂ
You take in his explanation, nodding slowly. âSo your solution was to say nothing?â You frown at him.Â
Satori stares at you. âIâm sorry,â he squeezes your knuckles, âcome with me anyway. Even though I didnât tell you. Come with me.âÂ
You stare at him for a second, attempting to process the speed at which your brain is moving.
âI canât do this without you,â he admits, letting his shoulders fall forward and casting his eyes toward the floor of his apartment.Â
This sends you reeling more than anything heâs said yet. Satori, by nature, is fiercely independent. Heâs fiercely driven and internally motivated. Most people, when they meet him, can recognize this instantly. It makes the admittance heavy, like itâs waterlogged. You gape at him.Â
Your eyes follow the familiar planes of his body. His round, double-lidded eyes which are so familiar to you that you would know heâs watching you without even looking. The sharpness of his cheekbones. The undereye bags that you love so deeply. You follow the trail his cheeks make to his mouth, slightly parted and glossy with spit. His neck, leading down to his collarbone. The exposed parts of the muscles, now visible to you from any angle since he cut his hair.Â
Heâs looking at you with a desperate, wild look. It would be frightening if it were anyone else, but itâs Satori. Itâs your most loved person. The one person you could do anything with and be okay.Â
The boundaries which youâd relied on so often in times like this, donât exist anymore. Thereâs no inbetween to fall back on, no safety net to keep you from falling completely. If you want you, you could give into this entirely. You donât have to catch yourself. You donât have to sleep on the couch. Thereâd be no more side-stepping and avoiding and wondering if you wish it or if you dread it.Â
âOkay,â you say quietly, inhaling. âOkay.âÂ
Tendou looks at you for a minute, blinking. His face is so familiar and being able to look at it like this is like a homecoming.Â
âAre you still mad?â he asks quietly, his hands still gripping yours.Â
âYeah,â you admit.Â
âCan I kiss you?â He breathes out.Â
âYeah.âÂ
Satori leans forward, bringing his hand to the side of your cheek gently. Heâs so close. The boy youâve known since 13. You can feel his breath on your face, trembling slightly as he draws closer. You screw your eyes shut as his lips meet yours. Familiar is the word that comes to mind. Youâve never done this with him before, but you can map out the way they look from the feeling of them alone. Â
You inhale sharply and Satori leans in closer, bringing his other hand to your face and deepening the kiss. He cups your face firmly with both hands, pulling you close to him as his shoulders drop and he lifts your face to get a nice angle. Everything about his touch is different, but somehow deeply familiar. Itâs like youâre meant to be here like this with him. Like youâre meant to be in his arms, which your face cupped between his long, lithe hands.Â
He pulls away from you, leaving you dazed and breathless. Looking at him from this close feels like a privilege. Itâs like you can see every single detail about him that youâve ever loved. You reach up to touch his face, running your thumb across his under-eye bag.Â
âIâm sorry,â he says again, his lips swollen.Â
You shake your head. âI should have been happier for you.â
âMmm, you always worry about other people like that,â he says softly. âIâm the one who acted like an asshole.âÂ
âI still donât want you to go away.âÂ
âI know,â he leans forward, pecking your lips. âBut itâs not for a little while. Weâve got time.âÂ
You kiss him first this time, pressing forward until your lips find his. Tendou immediately licks into your mouth, deepening it with a groan and pulling your body flush against his.Â
Thereâs so much relief in touching him like this, in feeling the slip and slide of your skin against his. It feels right, so right that all of your previous experiences begin to pale in comparison.
He is so dear to you that it is overwhelming. All of it comes at once as he lays you on the bed, hovering over you with his eyebrows pulled together. Everything that he is is so dear. His hair, his smile, his low-lidded and heavy creased eyes. Oh, how you love him. Any anger slips away in the realization.Â
Youâve never seen him look quite so shy, nor so hesitant. His hands, which are usually so sure, run up your sides at an awkward pace, like he canât quite get a hold of whatâs happening. You feel that your expression mirrors his, that the pace of your breath betrays the nerves youâre feeling.Â
Satori hovers over you, his shirt pulled off to reveal the pale expanse of chest youâve seen a million times. His chest heaves, like heâs out of breath, his round shoulders supporting the weight of him as he looks at you. His eyes betray a sense of adoration. Itâs an emotion youâve seen in him a few times, similar to the expression he wears when he plays volleyball. It looks like heâs being consumed. Then, he tilts his head at you and smiles. You smile back at him, reaching to hesitantly touch the back of his head and pull him close to you.Â
His buzz cut feels soft to the touch and Tendou gives in when he feels the warm pads of your fingers at the back of his neck. He lowers himself closer to you, shifting onto his forearms and then dipping his neck down to kiss you, beckoned by your gentle touch. You feel his knee press into the mattress between your legs and gasp when he moves it up to brush against your center.Â
Thereâs a strangeness to being touched there by him. Along with the relief of friction, comes the oddness of who. Thatâs not to say that it doesnât feel right. It does, though to ignore the years of history between you two would be a disservice. That strangeness, however, only fans the flames of your desire. This is a part of him youâve never seen before.Â
Satoriâs fingers snake down your abdomen where your shirt has ridden up. Theyâre cold and you can almost imagine the round and somewhat pointed look of them. You glance between you both, admiring the knobby curve of his knuckles and the way he toys lightly with the elastic of your waistband.Â
âCan I?â he breathes out, barely above a whisper and so laced with desire that you almost think he might whine.Â
âGo ahead,â you exhale and he gives you a little smile before dipping two fingers between the folds of your cunt and pressing lightly on your clit.Â
You gasp, arching your back up at the cool sensation of it, slowly relaxing as he starts to move his fingers in a steady circle. When you open your eyes, you see that heâs watching you, his neck craned down to peer at the expression youâre wearing.Â
âStop thatâŠâ you laugh lightly.Â
âStop what?â he croons, pressing lightly at your entrance with the pad of his finger.Â
âStaringâŠâÂ
Satori leans down and kisses you while sliding one finger in. You feel him smile against your mouth when you gasp, the corners of his mouth curling up delicately as his mouth leaves yours.Â
âYou have no idea how long Iâve waited to touch you like this,â he says quietly, still against your mouth. Then, with that lovely upward lilt to his voice, âlet me stare a little longer.âÂ
You huff a little, fighting the heat rising to your cheeks and he laughs a little bit, kissing down the exposed parts of your neck.Â
âI could do this instead,â he hums, teasing a little as he pushes your shirt up and places a kiss between your breasts.Â
His lithe fingers cup up to cup your chest, pinching your nipple over your bra with two fingers as he smears his lips down your stomach. You donât know how to respond, instead watching the rise and fall of his head with your breathing as he leaves a trail of kisses down your abdomen.Â
When Satori reaches your waistband, he pulls his hand from you and hooks two fingers around it, shimmying it down your legs.Â
Itâs not as if you havenât undressed in front of him before. Satori has seen you at your best, your worst, and all of your inbetweens. Youâve changed in front of him more times than you can count, even going so far as to skinny dip together the summer before college. Still, this time is different. This time, when Satori undresses, heâs looking at you with his eyes that see everything. Heâs watching the expanse of your body, gaze crawling up each inch of exposed skin until his gaze rests on your now exposed cunt.Â
You let out a subconscious whine when his breath hits you and his lips curl up a little when you do. He rests his head on the inside of your thigh, looking up at you from between your legs.Â
âFeeling shy?âÂ
âObviously,â you force out, covering your face with your forearms.Â
âAw, what?â he pouts. âDonât hide from me.âÂ
His voice is so sincere and so fond that it draws you out from behind your arms. Heâs still looking at you, smiling from where he lays between your legs.Â
âThere ya are,â he says, a lopsided grin spreading across his features. âIâm gonna touch you now.âÂ
Then, he spreads you open with two fingers and licks one long stripe between your legs. You shiver, your hand instinctively flying up to his head where you grow frustrated that his long hair isnât there to hold onto anymore. He gives you a small smile from between your legs, holding your pussy open, before dipping back down and securing his mouth around your sensitive clit.Â
Something about this is so deeply embarrassing. Maybe it's the fact that itâs Tendou, or maybe itâs because you havenât had someone go down on you this well in a long time. Either way, you feel the humiliation in your teeth like sugar, your knees knocking inward every now and then when he hits a particularly sensitive spot.Â
Satori hums into your cunt every now and then, tongue lathing over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Everytime you twitch or gasp, he gives a pleasant little hum that you feel buzz through you, then he looks up to check on your reactions. His hands, which are so familiar you think youâd know them only by touch, wander over your thighs and up your stomach to your breasts. They donât stay in one place for long, instead running all over your skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.Â
Youâve always liked Satoriâs hands. Ever since you met him, youâve thought they were nice. Theyâve got a gentle look to them. Theyâre big and his fingers are long, but theyâre thin, with smooth and somewhat knobby knuckles from injuring them so often in volleyball. Theyâve always been hands that you wanted to be touched by and now that theyâre running softly over your skin, you find yourself shivering at the overload of sensitive touches.Â
Every one of Satoriâs touches are gentle. Even his tongue between your legs, which winds the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter, is gentle in his appreciation for you. Itâs like heâs experimenting ever so slightly, like heâs cherishing you while simultaneously figuring out what makes you tick. He already knows everything about you in a platonic sense, now he gets to learn in a sexual sense.Â
Still, despite the gentleness of his touches, it is all too much. His hands, his mouth, the feel of his tongue as he sucks on your clit. Even just the way he looks, eyes closed and brows pulling upwards, is overwhelming. He moves his face side to side slowly, smearing you across his face, before he looks at you with low lidded eyes.Â
The knot in your stomach tightens and you begin to swelter. Your face grows hot, lightheadedness flooding the space between your ears as youâre worked closer and closer to your high. You gasp, reaching to run a hand over his buzzed hair.Â
He reaches up behind his head and knots his fingers with yours at either of your sides. You squirm against him, desperate as you build higher and higher. Satori groans lightly as you choke out a light warning, trying your best to not sound as broken as you feel. He nods, lapping at your cunt with a flat tongue until you feel you are fit to burst. Your chest heaves, your head spins, you begin to peak and then, Satori stops.Â
Your voice catches in your throat. Itâs a feeble, pitiful sound that catches and tapers into a low whine. You buck your hips forward, legs feeling like white-hot sandbags as your climax slips steadily away from you.Â
Satori tilts his head at you, giving a wry grin. His signature smile is coated in you and his mouth and chin glistens in a way that feels incredibly vulgar. You tremble lightly as he wipes his face with the back of his arm and sits back on his heels. You watch the heave of his chest, lean muscle shifting underneath pleasantly warm skin. Starry freckles dot pleasantly across his chest and you briefly wonder where on earth he got them.Â
As the frustration wanes, you find yourself wanting to be closer to him, desperate to build your high back up.Â
âI kind of liked that reaction,â he drones lightly, leaning over you as you beckon him.Â
âYouâre such an asshole,â you breathe out, catching his mouth with yours.Â
He hums into it, lips curling as he kisses you softly.Â
âUh oh,â he says against your mouth, âam I on your bad side now?âÂ
âYeah,â you respond, reaching down between you both to run your hand lightly over the bulge in his boxers, âthe worst of it.âÂ
Your response is absent-minded and quiet, not retaining your usually snarky attitude. Right now, the only thing youâre thinking about are the points of contact between you and Satori. Thereâs only touch.Â
Satori doesnât respond, instead letting his head hang between you both as you reach under his waistband and wrap your hands around him for the first time. Heâs long and not particularly thick and you drag your hand up the length of him just to test his size. Satoriâs so hard that you think it must hurt him, his tip wet with precum.Â
He shudders over you, his shoulders tightening as you run your thumb over the tip of him. Heâs more sensitive than you would have expected and you tilt your head slightly to watch the way he screws his eyes shut.Â
He looks so new to you like this. Everything is new. Itâs so new, in fact, that you can push aside your own desperation in favor of witnessing it. Though the person is familiar, the situation is not. It makes you feel like a virgin. Well, it makes you feel like a virgin and not a virgin at the same time. Youâre having fun just playing with him, running your fingers along the length of him. Itâs like getting to show him what you know, all with the butterflies of a virgin.Â
You suppose he feels the same. Maybe thatâs why heâs got his head tilted down, only looking up to give you a strained smile whenever the head of his cock brushes your slick cunt.Â
Thereâs so much feeling. Thatâs the only way you can describe it. There is so much feeling between you both, humming and shifting and pressing against your sternums from the outside, begging to be let in. Itâs tangible between the two of you, so present that you think you could grab it with your hand, but neither of you move to take it. Instead, you press closer, letting it sit heavy in the air between your faces.Â
Satori doesnât move to push himself inside of you and you donât move to guide him there. Instead, you let the tip of him press lightly against you, running your fingers up and down it. The tension, made up of your frustration and feelings, balloons until you are certain it will burst. Your lower stomach winds and coils despite how gentle the touches are and desire makes its way into your throat where it sits leaded and heavy.Â
He groans lightly over you, his hips shaking lightly with how long heâs been holding himself there. You run one hand over the curve of his shoulders, feeling the way the lean muscle shifts as he tenses and untenses.Â
Finally, he pushes past the tight ring of your cunt with a low whine and you move to wrap your hands around him. The pads of your fingers press into his back, leaving marks in skin that youâve seen a hundred times over. He trembles over you and your focus is pulled between your legs where you feel the pressure of Satori there. He presses forward until his hips are flush with yours and youâre made breathless by the sticky pressure of his pelvis against yours.Â
He stays still for a while, tilting his head to the side to catch your mouth. You feel his breath come in quick bursts, but he never moves to fully kiss you, instead brushing his lips against yours as if to draw the desperation from it. You grow antsier by the moment, pushed to frustration quickly by the stillness of his hips and the distance of his mouth from you. When a low whine escapes your mouth, Satori smiles silently and flicks his hips forward once.Â
You tip your head back and Satori chases your mouth, finally kissing you lightly as he starts to rock back and forth.Â
He finds a slow rhythm. Itâs deep and overwhelming, each thrust pushing deep into you until you feel the press of pressure in your stomach. He doesnât so much thrust his hips as he does roll them at steady intervals, pressing the tip of himself up and into that gummy spot inside of you.Â
Youâre sticky between the legs. You can feel it each time he pushes into you, dripping from your pussy down to the mattress. Satori smears it with his hips on purpose. You can tell from his expression that heâs enjoying the mess, his familiar face watching for your reactions as he experiments with you.Â
âYouâre so fucking pretty,â he says through gritted teeth. His hand comes up to brush the side of your cheek.Â
You donât know how to answer, cut open by the affection in his voice and the way pleasure sews itself through.Â
âYouâve always been so pretty,â he says again, bending down to kiss your neck. âBut youâre even prettier like this. I donât want to share it.âÂ
You shiver, âThen donât.âÂ
Satori hums lightly, dragging his mouth down your chest to take a nipple in his mouth. He speaks around it. âI like the way you sound when you try and talk while Iâm fucking you. Talk sâmore.âÂ
The sentence is so dirty that it feels like your face is lit on fire, âNo.âÂ
âCome on,â he teases, popping your nipple from his mouth and sitting up completely. He hits you deeper like this and you feel him twitch inside of you. âJust a little?âÂ
âSatori,â you whine a little, breathless. âIâm embarrassed.âÂ
âOf what?â He questions, reaching to take your hand and press it to your stomach.Â
âI donât know,â you grunt, gasping when he adds pressure to your stomach.Â
âOf that?â he grins, fucking his hips into you sharply. You can hear the sound of your wetness.Â
âYeah,â you gasp, âthat.âÂ
âDonât be,â he mumbles, leaning over you again to speak against your mouth. âItâs really hot.âÂ
Your stomach flips, turning over as the pressure and his words come to a head in the space between your ears. Your cheeks heat and your stomach seems to roll beneath your skin. Youâve heard Tendou say all sorts of things about all sorts of people, but for some reason, the idea that he finds you hot sends you syrupy.Â
âSatori,â you breathe out, tipping your head back to let him nip again at the sink on your neck.Â
âHm?âÂ
âNothing,â you sigh. âJust wanted to say it.âÂ
âAgain,â he says, punctuating his sentence with his hips.Â
âSatori.âÂ
He groans, laughing a little. âSounds different when you say it now.âÂ
Heâs right. Youâve said his name a million times, but it sounds different now. Thereâs more intimacy to it, like youâre not just calling to him, but for him. The distinction to you is important and the sharp sound of the syllables leaving your mouth only serve to heighten your desire.Â
Pressure mounts in your gut like water against a dam. You feel it build there while Satori presses his hips deeper. You repeat his name, embarrassed but calling out for him nonetheless. He obliges every time, meeting your pleas with heavy sighs that give away the closeness of his peak.Â
âIâm gonna-â you choke, grabbing at his shoulders.Â
âYeah, baby,â he breathes, âme too. Whenever youâre ready, okay?âÂ
You nod, meeting your high with a dizzy head. Satori holds you still while your hips buck and your knees buckle beneath him. He follows not long after, spurred on by the press of your thighs around his hips.Â
It takes a long while to come down. The haziness fades away but even after several long minutes, the glow does not. It sticks you to both like summer heat, inescapable and rich. Satori plays with the small baby hairs by your forehead and you let him, resting your cheek on his sticky chest. Youâre not sure of what to say. Itâs difficult to orient yourself.Â
âShit,â he mutters softly.Â
âWhat?â Your stomach drops.Â
âNothing,â he says, running a hand down his face. âI think Iâve just got it way worse for you than I thought.âÂ
âOh,â you say, nodding, letting silence settle over both of you before you break it once again. âI think I love you.âÂ
âYeah?â he says quietly, lifting his head from the pillow a little.Â
âMhm,â you say softly.Â
Satori presses his smile into the side of your head.Â
âIâm a little nervous,â you say, laughing quietly.Â
âOf what?â He grins. âThat youâre gonna like me too much?âÂ
You slap his chest lightly, âDefinitely not.âÂ
âHarsh,â he laughs a little.Â
âIâm nervous because what if things donât work?â you admit quietly. âWeâve known each other for so long, Satori, but what if one day we canât stand each other? What if in the future we donât even talk anymore?âÂ
âYou trying to jinx it?â he laughs a little.Â
âNo,â you pout.Â
âWell, look,â he says, lips curling in the corners, âthereâs no way in hell I could ever get tired of you and Iâd never let you get rid of me. Iâve been haunting you since we were 13 and I donât really plan to stop.âÂ
âHaunting?â You scoff. âYou know, Satori, youâre really fucking weird.âÂ
âThat right, baby?âÂ
âEugh,â you laugh a little. âGross.âÂ
Satori shrugs.Â
âIâm still upset you didnât tell me about France either.âÂ
âI know,â he says a little softer. âI really-â
âYou donât have to defend yourself,â you say. âI think Iâm just going to be mad about it for a while. Youâll just have to put up with me.âÂ
âOkay,â his voice sounds small and you turn over onto your stomach and press your forehead to his chest.Â
âEverything feels so complicated now,â you say softly.
âHey,â he tilts your chin up. âDo you love me?âÂ
âYeah,â you answer, fighting the heat rising to your cheeks.Â
âGood,â he says, giving you a boyish grin. âI love you too. Thatâs not so complicated, right?âÂ
The words of affection feel strange in the same way new shoes do. They fit, but theyâre foreign. You have to orient yourself to the way they make you feel, but the joy of wearing them hums to life in your chest like a stringed instrument. Satoriâs lips curl into a cheeky grin and the expression is so familiar that it makes you ache. Itâs mischievous, like heâs not quite being serious and if you didnât know him better, it would make you nervous. But you do know him better. You nod lightly and let his smile infect you the same way it has since you were 13.Â
The glow remains.Â
â
Sa-to-ri <3: you ready?Â
You: ya coming now.Â
Sa-to-ri <3: kk iâm outside.Â
Your heart leaps into your chest. It swells there, heavy and affection filled. When you step outside, Satori looks up at you, pressing his palm to the wall behind him and pushing forward in one fluid motion. You watch recognition flash across his face the same way you feel it flash across yours and then, his eyes soften. His lips melt into an affectionate and easy going grin as you approach him.Â
You fly down the steps, unable to choke back the small laugh bubbling at the back of your throat.Â
âSatori,â you breathe as he takes you into his arms. You bury your face in the extra fabric of his sweatshirt, inhaling his familiar smell.
âHi,â he chimes softly. You feel him rest his head on yours then, he sways a little bit.Â
âI really missed you,â you sigh, unwilling to let go.Â
âI missed you too,â he laughs a little and you feel his fingers come up to cradle the back of your head.Â
How long has it been since youâve seen him? Four months? Maybe five? Since moving to France, heâs come back to visit once for only a few days and though you talk to him on the phone almost every day, itâs not enough. Itâs never enough unless heâs here.Â
When you pull away, he takes your face in both of his hands and looks at you like heâs cataloging everything thatâs changed about you since you were separated. His eyes trace the lines of your face and yours do the same to his.Â
âYou got prettier,â he smiles lightly.Â
âLiar,â you laugh a little.
âNope.âÂ
Satori leans forward and places his mouth on yours gently. You suck in a sharp inhale, heart racing against your ribcage. Even a year later, he still makes your heart leap out of your chest. You missed the way he tastes, relieved to finally be able to taste him again.Â
âYou buzzed your hair short again, baldy,â you laugh, reaching up to run your hand over the spiked surface of it.Â
Satori rolls his eyes, They glide upwards as his head follows the motion of them and then, he scuffs the tip of his shoe against the floor. Heâs wearing a pair of worn black high top converse. Youâve seen them many times before in the entryway of his old apartment, but in his time away theyâve become so well worn that theyâre gray in certain areas.Â
Tendou gives you a wry smile. Itâs a ghost across his face as he narrows his eyes a bit in a familiar way. âEasier to manage this way at school.âÂ
âMm, I bet. You sure youâre not just losing hair?â You tease.Â
âEven if I were, I think youâd date me anyway.âÂ
âYou got me,â you laugh, turning to walk down the street with him.Â
Satoriâs fingers automatically tangle with yours. You feel his knuckles slide past your own, the tips of his fingers cool but his palm warm and wide. Your mind runs at a mile a minute and you realize that you have no idea what to say to him. Right now, his familiarity and your longing for it are overwhelming. All of your thoughts are abstract and the warm, fuzzy feelings are unplaceable. They live in your throat.Â
Instead of talking, you look over at him. The hair heâs just recently buzzed again highlights the delightful round shape of his head and you think it suits him. He looks clean and trimmed, something unusual for Satori, but you donât find yourself missing his shoulder length hair. Instead, you like this metamorphosed version of him, somehow grown from the man he was when he left. You resist the urge to reach up and run your hand over the top of it again.Â
Itâs nearly 9pm and, as usual, the sidewalk is littered with people on their way home or out with friends. Girls pass Tendou in the street with little glances. They peek to the side as he walks past them, admiring the sway in his step and the alluring way he slouches forward the way they always have. These same girls giggle into their mouths the same way they always do. Itâs easier to see now that you know how to feel about him, that Tendou is attractive. Heâs always been that way, but now, as these girls whisper about you being his girlfriend, you find yourself giddy to be able to say that you are.Â
You take stock of him beside you. Heâs long and lean, staring ahead at the building just beyond the sidewalk in its seemingly endless stretch into the sky. His eyes slink back and forth between the screens illuminating the street with ads and every now and then, his gaze will stop on one he finds interesting and he will squeeze your hand. You watch him through the corner of your eye until you have to look away.Â
The walk to the ramen shop is longer from your apartment than Tendouâs old one, but itâs familiar. Youâve not been back there since Tendou first moved to France last September. Still, each step that you take feels so natural that you could do it blind.Â
When you reach the familiar ramen shop by Tendouâs old apartment, you notice that the blue curtains in front of the door have been replaced. The kanji is cleaner now and the bottom isnât fraying quite the same way it used to. Tendou still holds them to the side for you, unlacing your fingers and ducking through the doorway after you. When you walk in, you find that now there are two ramen chefs behind the counter. The old chef, the one you grew up with, is toward the back of the bar and in front is a young man with features like his.Â
You settle evenly into the bar, smiling softly at Tendou when he looks at you. When the old ramen chef sees you, the corners of his eyes crinkle in a welcoming smile.Â
âItâs been a long time since you two have been here! Whatâs been keeping you away?â he exclaims, placing his hands on the bar. âThe same usual orders?âÂ
âOh, this and that,â Satori hums. âI moved to France and they hate coming here alone.âÂ
âThat so?â The chef smiles.Â
You both nod and Tendou slips into an easygoing rapport with the man, leaning his chin onto his hand as he talks. You watch the way the muscles in his arm flex and the way the corners of his mouth curl into a smile, sinking quickly into the comfort of the space.Â
âYou two together yet?â The chef glances between the both of you.Â
Satori leans back lightly, looking sideways at you before he shrugs his shoulders. He doesnât offer a verbal answer and you find yourself following suit in his shrug.Â
âYup, weâre in love,â you say, leaning forward and fighting the heat that rises to your cheeks.Â
The chef waits for your subsequent denial but when it never comes, he smiles knowingly and pats the counter softly. He doesnât offer his usual chiding remark. Thereâs no reason to anymore and instead he turns to fix your bowls. The soup will take 8 minutes to prepare. You have 8 minutes to sit here with Tendou and ask him everything you want to ask before you both become inevitably engrossed in your meals the way you always have. Tendou no longer adopts that signature spacey look he would have at times like these.
âHowâs Paris?â you ask.Â
Tendouâs eyes slink along his lower water line and he turns his headâstill resting on his cheekâto look at you. âItâs good. Kinda cold. Make sure you bring lots of jackets.âÂ
You nod and think back to your apartment, filled with boxes that will be moved out and shipped ahead to Tendouâs Parisian apartment. All of your things, your life, are packed into those boxes. Scores of memories and matter, evidence of the years spent with him, neatly organized to be transplanted somewhere else. The apartment itself doesnât matter much though, your home, youâve found, is wherever he is.Â
âYeah? Howâs school?â You lean forward to be closer to him.Â
âReally good,â he sighs a little. âIâm really happy. Gonna be happier when youâre out there to see me graduate though.âÂ
âIâll be there to see the other stuff too, like when you open your own shop.âÂ
âMhm,â he laughs a little. âDid I send you the picture of the new place I was thinking of?âÂ
You shake your head a little. âNot yet, show me now.âÂ
Satori gives you an excited grin before he pulls out his phone to show you. The tab is already open on his phone, like heâd been staring at it only moments earlier and daydreaming about his future there. Itâs on a street corner with big glass windows. The space looks empty from the photos, already cleared out and ready for him to move in.Â
You can just barely see past the clear glass door into the cozy space inside. In fact, it looks to be only a little larger than the ramen shop youâre in now.Â
âItâs got an apartment upstairs,â he says, a little quieter now. âI was thinking we could tour it once you get out there. Iâve already put in an application.âÂ
You bite back a giddy smile, the prospect of living with him becoming more real as he talks to you about it. There are several things youâre grateful for since you started seeing him, though perhaps one of your favorites is his continued openness with his wants and feelings. Even this small conversation makes you feel loved in a way that you have trouble describing. Itâs so full that you have trouble swallowing it.Â
ââCourse, youâll stay with me in my old apartment till itâs all squared away,â he smiles a little. âIâve got enough room, though it might be a little tight.âÂ
âI hope so,â you laugh a little, rolling your eyes. âIâm really relieved.âÂ
âRelieved? Why?â He gives you a small laugh. âYou like being that close to me?âÂ
You shrug a little, rolling your eyes at his gentle tease. âI was worried youâd get out there and realize everything was wrong⊠or something.âÂ
âWeird of you, but okay,â he laughs a little, playing with your hand on the table.Â
âThough youâd really be fine anywhere,â you laugh a little. âI think youâre just that kind of person, Satori.âÂ
âOnly if youâre in my corner,â he says, giving you a sly grin. You shove his arm at the cheesy remark. Despite dating for a little over a year now, things like that catch you off guard. After all, in hindsight, being with him like this was the next natural step, youâd just been too stubborn to see it.Â
Itâs been a long while since the two of you have spoken in person and you soak him up like sunshine. He seeps into your skin through proximity alone. The distance made you nervous at first. Though youâve gotten over the initial lie that separated and then brought you together, for some reason there was still some part of you that felt that when Satori left for Paris, he was leaving forever. You know now that that feeling was just your affection for him, but it doesnât make the relief any less sweet.Â
You can recall the teary-eyed confession he made like it was yesterday. The image of him with his hands at his side, asking if you loved him is burned into your brain. If you could go back, you donât think you would change a thing. Your only regret was not being able to formulate those vague feelings which became so overpowering earlier. If youâd known earlier, youâd have been able to have loved him longer. Youâd have been able to consciously love him the way you do now, the way you think you always have. Loving Satori comes easily, like breathing, up until that summer youâd just been too young and dumb to see it, your head underwater. Itâs only been a little over a year, but hindsight is 20/20.Â
When silence falls over the two of you, you lean close and let him scroll through the pictures from his time in France. Youâre so deeply content. Youâre so prepared to move to be near him, so ready to take that next leap and follow where he goes. Itâs a secure feeling, one that grounds you in the moment.Â
The chef places two bowls in front of you and Satori perks up, sliding his phone away and moving to crack garlic into his soup. He hands you the chili oil, remembering how you like yours and you smile warmly when his eyes meet yours. If you could, youâd kiss him right now just for remembering. The smell of ramen wafts up in thick clouds of steam, hitting your face with warm and heavy moisture as you lean over it and inhale.Â
âItâs none of my business but,â the chef says, clearing his throat a little, âyou both have been coming here for a long time and I think youâve grown into fine young people. Take care of each other.âÂ
Youâre too emotional to find the words, but the chef looks at you with something of a fond stare. Heâs known you both long enough to understand to some degree how long itâs taken to get where you are. You stare with a childlike wonder, unable to say anything to this man who created the space you found so inviting through your adolescence, but Satori finds the words easily.
âItâll be my privilege,â he smiles, the corners of his mouth turning.Â
Itâs such a simple statement, but itâs definitive and somewhat serious for Tendou. It implies longevity, the kind that lasts a lifetime. He sounds so certain of himself that you find yourself nodding firmly beside him, heat rushing to your cheeks.Â
âEat up, kids,â the chef smiles, glancing between you both and patting the counter with a smile.Â
Tendou thanks him and you stare at the noodles in your bowl, feeling oddly introspective. What youâre feeling now is not quite elation, nor is it indifference. The best you could describe it is as a hopeful nostalgia. Beside you, Tendou begins to slurp at his noodles and when you glance sideways at him, he meets you in the middle. You canât help but mirror him when he smiles around his chopsticks.Â
You eat your ramen through idle conversation. Tendou talks about his future shop and you talk about the job youâve managed to secure overseas with your previous experience from the company youâve worked at the past year. You both have stable jobs now and itâs strange to talk about your future together as if it has already arrived.Â
Suddenly, you are in your third year again, discussing futures that have long passed after an evening practice. Satori is in his volleyball sweater, concealing a sweat-drenched uniform, and you are wearing your skirt with sweatpants underneath it. Thatâs what this feels like. Youâre no longer in the in-between. There is no precarious balance between past and present. There is only future. Thereâs only the future that youâre living in and the one youâve both begun to make with each other. The in-between, that space between adulthood and adolescence where present and future find their middle ground, is finally beyond you. Though you can sit here and glance behind to recall all of those little choices, youâre here now, already arrived at the place where all of it has always led you.Â
Two people, two collections of memories, each winding and twisting in their own individual ways. Theyâre what makes you both, the decisions that have brought you to this inevitable finish and this endless beginning. You remember the choice to say yes and it is with a nostalgic fondness that you realize, in all of your future glory, that there are more choices to come.
In this little ramen shop where your past meets your future, you and Tendou Satori, the boy youâve known since 13, in the after.Â
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Hq Smut rq?? Ugh so many thingz. Alr could you maybe possibly write a lil sum w/ ma baby Satori :3 pretty please with a cherry on top :> (idc what but if you need extra inspo maybe how he just absolutely spoils the shit out of y/n?)
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tendou satori x f!reader
cw: fingering, bunny as petname, drool, crying, teasing, cum-eatingâŠ
your body was buzzing with lust and anticipation, head slightly spinning from the onslaught of kisses on your neck. tendou was reveling in the soft mewls you let out, wondering what you would sound like if he touched you right where you needed him.
his left hand now trailing from your neck down to your tits, kneading the soft flesh in his hands. âyou sound so good, bunny. are you sure you still wanna do this?â he asks, long fingers circling your bud.
âyes tendou please~â your back was arching into his touch, wanting him to just touch your cunt. your eyes were closed, savoring the touches and kisses from him. âok, anything for my bunny.â he says before slowly trailing his hands down your body.
you could feel your arousal staining your underwear, squirming from how uncomfortable it felt. his hands were now at the hem of your skirt, gripping your inner thigh, drawing small shapes near your gushing cunt. your hips were bucking up into his hands, wanting to feel it already.
âpatience, bunny. wanna make sure youâre already dripping for me before i touch you there.â he mutters, cupping your sex in his hand. a moan slips out of your mouth from the heat emanating from his palm, your hand slapping your mouth shut.
âi want none of that, hm? let me hear those beautiful noises, bunny.â
he ran a finger down your clothed slit, groaning from how wet you were. âalready making a mess for me, such a good girlâ. your eyes were squeezed shut, not wanting to feel humiliated from the sight of the mess youâve already made down there.
pulling your panties off you, his large hands caress your inner thighs, squeezing so close where you need him most.
âmmm, your cunt looks so pretty, bunnyâ he coos. his index finger was now toying with your folds, tracing it before running his finger up and down your slit, teasing your needy clit and your dripping core.
your eyes met his as he circles his fingers around your clit, avoiding it entirely. the room was filled with the smell of your arousal, and the desperate whines and moans you let out.Â
âplease tendou, just touch me alreadyâ you whined, hips bucking up.
âstay still, bunny. and i am touching you, see?â, he teases, his free hand pushing your hips down while the other still touches your cunt, avoiding your clit and hole. âi wanna hear you beg for it, bunny. can you do that for me?â
your face flushed even redder than before, looking him straight in the eyes before pleading.Â
âplease touch my clit and my pussy, tori.â
âsuch a good girl for me.â he says before finally pushing a finger in your needy hole. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, body lurching forward from the new sensation. his finger thrusted in and out of you, curling to find your sweet spot. you were such a moaning mess, couldnât even find the strength to feel embarrassed at the squelching sounds your pussy made.
he loved it though. loved the way you were arching into him, slick starting to coat his palm. savoring the sounds you made, tendou inserted a second finger, thumbing your clit and licking the bead of sweat dripping between your tits.
âoh g-god, tendou please! kiss me please,â you plead, your hips bucking up even with his hand on your hip. he smirked at your fucked out figure, your eyes half-lidded, mouth slightly open, drool slipping out on the corner of your mouth.
âyou look so pretty like this, bunny. legs spread out for me, your slutty pussy creaming around my fingers.â he coos before pecking a kiss on your lips. âalthough i do want to kiss you, i want to be able to see your face and hear your sweet sounds as you cum. you can do that for me right?â
nodding your head, your mouth continues to let out the sweetest moans, and prettiest whines. your head was spinning as an unfamiliar knot formed in your core. his lithe fingers were thrusting into you faster, thumb rubbing your clit a little harder. your hand gripped his wrist, the other holding onto the arm holding down your hips.
âwanna cum, i w-wanna cum, baby. please let me cum!â you plead, your eyes clenched as a few tears slipped from your eyes.
he became more feral when he saw the tears dripping on the sides of your face, loving how good you looked even with drool on the corner of your lips and your hair sticking to the side of your face.
âyou sound so beautiful, bunny. câmon, cum for me. cum for me like the good bunny that you areâ his fingers thrusting even faster, free hand kneading your breast.
your back arched as you came, body shaking, your mouth open in a silent scream, and the back of your head pressing into the mattress behind you. you looked so beautiful as you came. you looked just like the girls in the hentai mangas he used to buy. eyes squeezed shut, tears falling, and your mouth agape with your tongue lolling out.Â
his fingers slowed down as you rode your high, his tongue pushing your drool back into your mouth. his hand rests on your neck, pushing your head up to deepen the kiss.
reduced to soft pants escaping your lips, he pulled away and brought his cum-stained hands to his mouth, sucking on his lithe fingers. you were buzzing with lust. he looked so good with fingers in his mouth. his eyes locked on yours as he continued sucking, savoring the sweet taste of your cunt.
âyou taste so good, bunny. câmereâ, bringing your head to his, he captures your mouth once again with his tongue pushing in your mouth. you could clearly taste yourself on his tongue, gripping his hair to pull him closer to you.
standing up from his position, he gave you one last kiss before grabbing a wet rag to clean you up. still quite sensitive from your orgasm, you pressed your thighs together, head tilting back and eyes squeezed shut. âiâm sorry, bunny. iâll be quick, hm?â he coos, continuing his actions.
he laid down beside you, both of you laying on your sides, facing each other. your hand grasped the hair on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you to press kisses on his face.
âthank you, tori. i love you.â you whisper as you pull away, foreheads resting on each other.Â
âthank you for trusting me, darling. i love you too.â
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kinktober 2023 -> day 12
public play - tendou satori x reader
word count: 607
kinktober masterlist
Youâd always known Tendou was a freak in bed. Even before you two had begun dating, you had an inkling. With how unorthodox he was, anyone wouldâve guessed he was less than vanilla under the sheets. What shocked them was when he got together with you.
You knew how you looked to the people of your university. Prim, proper, never a hair out of place, well-ironed clothes and clean smile, always early for class and always on top of your grades. What can you say? You were efficient.
So how had you ended up here? Dating the Guess Monster of all people? You heard the whispers follow you when Tendou walked you to class, the same class he had the gall to be skipping. You knew they wondered, and you knew that they had no idea just how similar you and Tendou actually were.
âI wish they could see you now, honey.â Tendou cooed in your ear as your body squirmed and jerked. His lean, surprisingly sturdy figure held you in place against the wall, long thin fingers wiggling inside you so carelessly that you were worried he would rip you apart. He hummed to himself right afterward in contemplation. âWell, they could very well see you. All they have to do is really look.â
And he was right, standing under the shadow of the staircase, it wouldnât take much for the bustling crowd of students rushing through the halls to take a little breath and slow down, realizing that the huddle under the stairs was you pressed into the wall while your tall boyfriend fingered you fast and rough, his hand disappearing under the hem of your skirt.
You bit into Tendouâs shoulder to try and stifle your moans, bucking your hips into him more and more. You wanted to cum so bad, all rational thought had flown out the window long ago. You didnât care who saw you at this point, the voices and chatter of the people long drowned out by the roaring in your ears. Tendou chuckled.
âDirty little thing,â he had a teasing lilt to his voice. âYou love this, donât you? Getting fingered in public. Crying all over my hand. And youâre soaking, too. Way more than usual. Should I do this more often?â
You were panting at this point, breathing hard to try and compensate for your lack of moans. You were close, and Tendou could tell, from the slow stiffening of your body to how you pushed yourself closer to him, your movements getting more desperate.
âOr maybe I should drag you out there in front of everybody,â he mused, knowing what his dirty ramblings did to you, knowing they would push you closer to the end. âI should lay you out on the floor and fuck you right there, so a crowd can gather and watch you cry and cum over my cock. That what you want? Everyone to see how big of a whore you are?â
And his words worked, because the next moment you were cumming, your juices running down his hand and his wrist, his fingers moving faster and faster to prolong your orgasm as much as he could, ignoring how hard his own cock was, straining against his pants. This was enough for now, getting off on the thought of taking you in front of all these idiots who thought he didnât deserve you. They would understand then, as they watched you cry and moan about how good his fingers felt, why you were with him. That would shut them up real quick.
And Tendou was just freaky enough to actually pull that stunt someday.
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tendou smut brainrot
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pairing: agedup!tendou x fem!reader
warnings: rough dom!tendou, toys mentioned, bdsm, quickies, threesomes, switch!tendou
note: more characters soon⊠đ€«
body worship. he loves to compliment your body, kiss you everywhere n give you compliments as he goes along your body
he can be a soft dom, praising you and being very romantic and intimate but, he can also be extremely rough. tying you up, orgasm denial, overstimulation.
he loves loves loves using toys on you, especially the remote control vibrator while you guys are outside
definitely into voyeurism and having people watch you two
bondage. he loves tying you up and leaving something in you as he tends to the rest of your body
he also loves blindfolds and sensory deprivation, whether itâs him or you wearing the blindfold
if heâs blindfolded, it excites him not knowing where youâre going to touch him- heâs hard the whole time even when youâve yet to touch him
heâs definitely amazing at eating cunt, itâs like a sport to him and heâs the best at it. he can go for hours, hearing your moans and whines, heâll never get enough
he loves the idea of a threesome, having two people make you speechless, into a mumbling mess- he feigns for that shit.
he is always down for a quickie. on a double date? bathroom. shopping? dressing room. park? right there.
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hi!! i saw your requests were closed, but i REALLY REALLY love your writing style so if you find time please think about it!
i want to request an N$FW tendou with aftercare if thatâs okay!! áŠ(ĂČ_ĂłË)á€
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Pairings: Tendou X Reader
Warnings: MDNI !! Fluff, Aftercare, Smut, Doggy Style, Cowgirl
A/N: Minors Do not Interact !! I haven't written in so long due to school and I'm so tired of stuff and writers block got a grip on me. Literally Me with him right now when I write for him whenever I get the chance too ( Ë¶Ë ÂłË(ââ Û ââ)!⥠- I'm sorry but he seems like the guy to like biting and marking to tease you with later on the next day - praising you for actions? thats rare as fuck he will degrade your ass as he watches you fall into his lap as tendou whispers all the dirty things on his mind into your ear just to feel you squirm and whine clinging to him - His fingers and tongue are a blessing and a curse the way his tongue laps around your bud as he teases you with his lidded eyes while one hand pushes you to keep you down to the bed and including his fingers into you to add more pace and ecstasy - Everybody knows heâs a lil teasing shit but heâs got skill !! - he always pays attention to every little detail. Your grip in his hair got a little tighter when his fingers grazed that one spot? WELP heâll graze it again and two times more after that. - his tongue laps around one spot and your thighs shaky okay maybe he'd continue to edge you on the spot with that spot - TENDOU THIS MAN ! I KID YOU NOTTT WILL EDGE YOU !! he will edge you to no end he LOVES building you up just to hear you cry and beg for him to make you cum to make you finish and how unfair he was for doing this - broken moans fill the room every single time - Every time each ram of his hips bumps the head of his leaky cock against your favourite spot. your body practically feels like itâs melting into goop and your mind is so foggy you barely manage to make any noises - Okay listen tendou PLUS using toys just to piss you off - toys would be used for fun and also to try new things he is open to everything but the one time you pegged him he literally didn't know how to feel but on special days if you want to try he'll let you but he mostly enjoys having you being stuffed by him - He always likes to prep you properly with his fingers and/or using his tongue - Sometimes Tendou likes being restrained. he thinks itâs so hot when you tie his hands up and ride him or bounding him down sometimes - Tendou is the worst tease on the face of this Earth. He's mean too, loves to degrade you and make you blush about how well he eats you and how he always leaves you begging for more.
- His kinks are Breeding kink, Predator/Prey, Degrading, Overstimulation, Mind break, Creampie,
- grunts and moans lightly while fucking your brains out - Loves when you drool and whimper loudly but sometimes he has to force you to be quiet when you do it
- He loves having control when you are doing it so he likes stopping his movements on purpose just to hear you whine and beg for him to go back to railing you
- might grope you every now and then just for fun
- heâd just deny it with an smirk How heâd be turned off⊠if you call him master he finds that weird, open relationship, threesome (he wouldn't mind doing it with ushijima though cause he finds it fun) - When he praises you while your riding him and blushing an deep red on your face as he whispered the praises in your ear as you move faster and kiss him lovingly - After care is not his greatest strength - But he pampers you, cleans you up and helps you when you need help - He loves to run a bath and makes sure to put clothes on you if your too tired - Tendou loves to go over to you and makes sure your comfy and relaxed he loves and cherishes you so he'd help relax you while in bed rubbing your back and soothing you while praising you for your hard work - HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS :DD
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Can someone help me find a story
It was a haikyuu social media story where reader is kurros sisterïżŒïżŒïżŒïżŒ and theyâre in college/uni readers Ex was iwa and she falls in love with Kenma ïżŒbut iwa says things to him to stop him from falling in love with her and Kenma in a band with iwa or something
It had loads of chapters I canât remember the exact number I read it a few months ago but I forgot to be added to the tag list and now Iâve lost the story and Iâve tried to find it but I canât so if any of you could help Iâd really appreciate itïżŒïżŒïżŒïżŒïżŒïżŒïżŒ I also donât know if I followed the creator Iâll have a look through my following now but please someone help meïżŒ
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summary. for years you tormented tendou satori. now, the two of you reunite at a host club where it seems like the tables have turned.
cw/ tw. f!reader, prostitution, humiliation, shoe-humping, degradation, spit, bullying, revenge, slapping, manhandling, hair-pulling, dubcon?
âoh, how the mighty have fallen.â tendou croons, rough thumb stroking your cheek as he grips your chin, forcing your lips into a pout. you want to run, but you can see your boss at the corner of your eye, watching you closely. if you lost this job, youâd truly have no where else to go.Â
every shift, you wonder how you could have let yourself sink this low.
tonight, you had swayed your hips, strutting about the club in your uniform. the low-cut, tight fabric clung onto your skin, sticky with sweat from the time spent grinding against old and eager men to get some of their spare change.Â
you felt obscenely lewd. your top, that could hardly be classified as a top, exposed your midriff. what you once thought was a respite for cool air though, you soon learnt was a devil in disguise. dark bruises littered your waist, exposing all the places where paying clients had grabbed you, heartlessly passing you around to be shared.Â
you had never been a good girl, barely scraping through school, but you prided yourself on your charisma. you were always popular. after classes, you had boys lining up in the halls to give you gifts, only to be rudely dismissed should they have brought you anything other than your favourites.Â
teachers werenât safe from your charm either, and you were always willing to put on a show or more just for a passing grade. the only time you ever lowered your head was when you were on your knees, buttons popped open and skirt messily discarded, with your teacherâs cock resting heavy on your tongue.Â
safe to say, you were hardly kind.Â
cruel, instead, might be the right word. stone cold eyes staring down the girls that you tripped over in the halls, laughing as their skirts flipped over, exposing their panties.Â
your favourite targets through, were the lanky, ugly, friendless boysâthe ones with nothing to live for and no one to love them. youâd spend your lunch periods forcing them on their hands and knees, using them as feet rests while you and your friends hated on them right in their faces.
tendou satori was your favourite victim. he fit every criteria perfectly, and no one ever stopped you because he was practically begging to be bullied. his obnoxious taunts caused everyone to dislike himâyou were just doing the world a favour by making him shut up.
no, you were not a good girl.Â
when you dropped out of college, it was only to be expected. your parents had always expressed disappointment in how you turned out, but you turned a blind eye. who cared when you had everything?
but their disappointment turned to anger after you began to bring men and women alike back, keeping your parents sleepless in their own home. when they decided to kick you out of the house, you didnât care. you had your friendsâall the girls that wanted to be you, and all the boys that wanted to be with you.Â
but you were forced to learn that a lot had changed since graduation. girls that were once your loyal dogs had moved on to bigger and better things, sick of your dirt poor treatment. boys that were once begging for your attention had found other girls to obsess over.
âsorry.â they all said, not really sorry.
a harsh slap brings you back to reality, back to the nightclub where you are untimely reunited with the boy you used to bully.Â
you and tendou both changed a lot. but while your harsh words were replaced with faux smiles, his ugly jeans were replaced with fine yarn. adorned in a black suit, the man in front of you exudes luxury.Â
he gives you a saccharine smile, letting your face slip from his grip, âlong time no see.â
you straighten your back, patting down what little fabric covered yourself, and clear your throat. you know that if you were oh so lucky, this might be it. if tendou was an ounce more forgiving, you might be let go with an awkward wave of a hand and a request for a different waitstaff. if he didnât hate your guts now as much as you hated him then, you might be released to mourn your bad behaviour.
but alas, it seemed as if tendou had different plans. shooting you an unfeeling smile and telling the group of people he came with to âgive him a momentâ, tendou stands up, placing a warm hand on the small of your back, and leads you towards the back exit.Â
standing there is your boss, who you give a weak smile, internally begging him to notice something was wrong. but if he did, he made no move to show it, only grunting as he accepted the crumpled note tendou threw him, opening the door and letting you both out into the dark of the night.
you hardly notice he hasnât said a word, too caught up in your own thoughts. as the door slams shut behind you, youâre resigned to your fate. you step away from him briefly, wanting to save some pride by cursing him out one last time, but you are pulled back by a rough hand that grabs your elbow, slamming you into the wall.
you groan in pain at the impact, but tendou doesnât seem to care. why should he? you had done so much worse, and now, it was time for payback.
he has to lean down slightly, but tendouâs face presses close to yours, his eyes wide with a gaze both animalistic and sinister. his lips curl as he reaches up your short skirt to tug your panties down, two coarse fingers shoved in your core. itâs a tight fit, but youâre used to men being rough. you bite your lip. heâs going to have to do a lot more if he wants to hurt you.
he seems to have got the message quickly, slipping his other hand into your top, tearing away your pathetic excuse of a bra. âi knew you were a filthy cockslut,â he snarls into your ear, fingers toying with your sensitive nubs, âbut i never thought i would have the chance to fuck you.â
you struggle, but between the concrete wall and tendou, youâre stuck between a rock and a hard place.
âfuck you.â you spit, trying your best to avoid complete and utter humiliation.
the calloused hand playing with your tits moves to coil around your back, pulling you closer and forcing you against his hardening cock. he laughs cruelly, mockingly replying, âdonât worry, i will.â
you feel yourself flush, unable to think of a response before he continues, in that same taunting voice that caused you to despise him years ago, âi paid for you. tonight, youâre here to serve me.âÂ
another long finger forces its way into you, extracting milky strands that has your heart thumping against your chest. he continues, beginning to scissor you with his fingers, stretching your cunt, prepping you for his cock.
âyouâve always been such a fucking whore,â he drawls as your cunt clenches around his fingers, âyouâre clearly enjoying this.â he presses his thumb on your clit, moving in slow circles. you can feel the warmth growing in your stomach. a low growl escapes your lips, and tendou only scoffs, fingers moving faster.Â
soon, your eyelids flutter shut. tendou is good with his fingers, and you start to find pride a silly thing to worry about as youâre oh so deliciously close. but just as youâre about to cum, he pulls away mercilessly, leaving you empty. your body betrays you as it leans into his touch, following his fingers.Â
âsquat.â he instructs you.
you tilt your head in confusion. perhaps he meant to kneel? but as your right knee touches the rough floor, tendou hoists you up by your top, hissing into your ears, âcanât you follow simple instructions? are you that fucking stupid?â he throws you back, and you draw in a sharp breath as you scrape your hands breaking your fall.Â
âsquat.â tendou repeats, louder, as if challenging your intelligence. you remember again why you hated him, but do so anyway. you feel the cool air against your warm cunt, shivering at the thought of how vulnerable you seem now.
âlook at me,â he commands, and you look up, eyes meeting his. he towers over you, blood red eyes hazy with lust. his black suit is hardly disheveled, a stark comparison to you. your skirt is hoisted up, and your panties are hung carelessly around your ankles, as if they could slip off at any moment.
you realise how exposed you are, and how clothed tendou is. you are completely at his mercy.
your bra was messily discarded after tendou had ripped it off you minutes ago, and your top was quick to go too, as tendou reaches down and pulls it over your head.
you have half the mind to tell him to watch the hair, but when he grabs a fistful of it, you know heâd hardly care.
tendou moves you over by your hair to reach the base of his shoes.
âkiss it.â
you sputter. the memories of all the times you had forced him to kiss your feet came rushing back, but they were short-lived as he pushes your head down, causing you to lose balance and land face first on his leather shoes.
âgo on now.â
you can feel his eyes on you, and you want nothing more than to crawl in a hole and die. fuck, was this how he felt? you felt so utterly humiliated, a toy just for him to play with.
you press a chaste kiss on tendouâs shoe, and he hums in satisfaction. his grip on your hair doesnât falter, but he lets out a low chuckle, âyouâre learning so quick. if only i knew this back then...â
you gasp as you feel his shoe press against your leaking cunt, rubbing at your clit with the tip of his shoe. it feels surprisingly good, and you allow yourself to move in rhythm with tendou, getting yourself off on his shoe.
his movement suddenly stops, and he forces you to look up at him.
âhump yourself.â
your cheeks burn. it was one thing to let him use you and another to move with him, but humping yourself is succumbing to himâadmitting that he won, admitting that you lost.
tendou can sense your hesitation, growing more impatient, âi donât have all night. do you want your fucking tip later or not?â
you relent, shutting your eyes and start moving. you press your cunt against the cool leather, covering it with your slick as you start to ride his shoe. your cheeks are burning, and you focused your gaze from the little piece of gum stuck on the sideway.
âfucking look at me,â he growls, âi want you to look me in the eyes as you fuck yourself on my shoe.â
he pulls your hair up, and look up to see him staring down at you, eyes ablaze. you grew frantic, embarrassment turning into lust, spurring you on and causing you to move faster.
you need to relieve the ache in your lower belly, unable to hold back a moan as tendou lifts you by your hair, dragging you up to press you against the wall, nipples hardening at the touch of the rough surface.
unzipping his pants, tendouâs thick cock springs free, resting heavy against his stomach, head leaking with precum. he licks his lips, aligning the tip of his shaft with your puffy pussy, and gives you no time to adjust as he bottoms out, forcing himself deftly against your cervix.
you cry out as pain shoots through your body. the disgustingly pornography noises you make only spurs him on. thrusting into you harshly, he admires your wet cunt contracting around him so tightly, as if trying to push him out.
it turns him on, you, close to naked in front of him, crying at his touch. tendou gives you no mercy as he pounds into you, fucking you like a sex doll.
âyou like this? the boy you tortured stretching out your filthy hole? pathetic.â he spits on your back, but you were too fucked out to formulate a reply.
âyeah, thatâs fuckinâ right, youâre nothing,â even while pussy drunk, the words spill out of his mouth effortlessly, everything heâs wanted to say over the last decade of his life, âgoddamn slut, youâre a disgusting fuckinâ human, iâm gonna clean you with my fuckinâ cum.â
you start toying with your own clit, grinding against him as he bullied your hole relentlessly. ât-tendou, iâm close!â you gasp, legs struggling to support your own weight.
âcum for me.â
you cry out as waves of pleasure overwhelm you, sending electricity throughout your body. your legs canât handle it anymore, and you collapse onto the asphalt. tendou doesnât seem to mind, fucking himself with his fist.
you gaze up at him, eyes and mind hazy as he brings himself close to the edge. he moves to stand over your face.
âopen wide~â a sing-songy voice taunts you, but you obey anyway, too tired to fathom otherwise. he explodes over your face as he aims the salty streaks of white into your awaiting mouth. out of instinct, you swallow.
he scoffs, and you lay on the ground, too tired to move as he buttons his pants. redressed, he grabs a cigarette and lights it, taking a puff.
âoh!â tendou exclaims, forgetting something. he pulls his wallet out of his pocket, tossing a couple hundred-dollar bills onto your face. they stick onto your skin because of his cum, still not dry.
âyour tip. iâll see you tomorrow.â
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Tendou đłđłđ©
I need more of this idea
asking him for nudes [nsfw]
feat. tsukishima, kuroo, kita, atsumu, tendou
notes: will probably do a version of this for jujutsu kaisen
warnings: female!reader, masturbating, degradation, edging in atsumuâs, atsumu flashes his team đ, implied cum eating in tendouâs
tsukishima is annoyed, but when is he never? you begged and whined for nudes while the man was at work, for god's sake. he firmly told you no in the beginning and to stop acting like a brat. but when you kept pushing for some, and sending clips of how needy you were, he broke his composure.
the blonde slips into the employee bathroom, locking the door. finally freeing himself, he's already half hard. tsukki sends a picture of himself, smug expression and all with his pretty cock in frame. 'here. happy now?'. and of course he already knows the answer to that when you send a pouting picture in return. tsukishima can't help but take advantage of the photo to get himself off. he makes a video, spitting out profanities and words of degradation while he fucks his hand. he doesn't grant you the pleasure of seeing his face while he does. he knows how much you love seeing his face, but you disobeyed him, and this is punishment.
'you better not touch my cunt. i'm going to fucking ruin you when i get home.'
kuroo is ecstatic. he'll do anything for his pretty baby and the man is more than glad to send you some nudes. he doesn't send them right away though because he has to tease you first. he first sends a picture of his hard on through his slacks, the caption 'this what you want, baby?'. he knows you want more but he wants to see you say it. after successfully getting you to beg, he sends a video of him touching himself through his pants, telling you how it isn't nice for you to get him this worked up right now. how if you were in his office he'd have you bent over his desk. but of course kuroo asks for you to send nudes in return because he's dying to see just how wet you are for him.
being in his own office with no one else in the building, he doesn't hold back. he is loudâvery loud. he's moaning your name excessively and telling you how good you always make him feel. asking you if you'll ride him and clench down like you always do so perfectly. his vest and button up are undone and you can see all of his toned chest. he whines and mumbles about how well you take him and how he canât wait to fuck you. not long after, he orgasms and uses a tissue to clean himself.
'your turn, baby. let me see that pretty pussy i'm going to stuff full later <3'
kita is flustered. when he received a text from you saying 'there's an emergency' he was prepared to drop his farming tasks for whatever you needed. he wasn't expecting you to send him a video of you touching yourself, saying how much you need him. this is all new to him, but he wants so desperately to please you, so he tries his best. kita shreds his clothes, his fit and toned arms and chest in view, beautifully tanned from working outside. he truly looks ethereal.
he feels shy and a little embarrassed showing himself nude on camera but if anyones seen the man, there's absolutely nothing embarrassing about how pretty his cock is. he doesn't realize how pent up he actually is until he starts stroking himself, his whines and moans get gradually louder as he thinks about you and your cute cunt. but however the romantic person kita is, he starts rambling about how beautiful you are, and how he can't wait to start his own little family with you. he thinks you'll look so pretty round and carrying his babies. don't you? he rambled about how he'll take good care of you and your family. there isnât anything that turns him on more than the thought of you having his kids. he knows you two planned to wait a little longer, but thereâs nothing wrong with a little head start, right?
'sweetheart ya can't go and startle a man like that, now hurry home from work so i can finally have my way with ya. need ya pregnant by the end of the day'.
atsumu is smug. he knows he's attractive. he knows he's irresistible. especially when it comes to you. when he saw your message about sending nudes it was right after his practice had ended. sweaty and high on adrenaline, the blonde doesn't need to do much to get himself worked up. just seeing the messages of you being needy could be enough to get him to cum. but he is a performer, and as a performer, he must put on a show.
he teases you in the video, asking you just how badly do you want him and how you want him to take you. he assures you not to worry your pretty little head too much because however it is, heâll be having you cum multiple times. the thought of getting you off brings himself to the edge and he knows heâs about to cum. but what's this? atsumu stops himself right before he can. his dick is a deep, scarlet red and his hard on by this point is near painful. but if there's one rule atsumu has, it's to not waste his own cum. the only place it belongs is inside of you and not the shower floor. once heâs done edging himself he sends a picture of his painful, rock hard cock.
he ignores the cries of his teammates and the noise of disgust (from sakusa specifically who said for him to 'put that thing away') when coming out the shower. heâs just trying to make it home to you now.
'ya don't know what you just started, angel. ya better be face down, ass up on the bed when i get home. yer not sleeping at all tonight.'
tendou is spontaneous. one nude was never the same from the last one. you're convinced that him sending nudes is more enjoyable for him than you, considering how worked up he gets. there was one instance where he told you he had a 'surprise for you' to bring home from work, and the man came home with his dick in a box full of chocolates. needless to say, if you didn't have a sweet tooth then, you do now.
but imagine this time around asking for some nudes he actually beats you to it, asking to send something at the same you do.
"i've been waiting for you to ask for this~" he sings in the video "i've been working on something for you, mon chĂ©ri~'. your anticipation eats at you while you wait, but itâs quietly followed by a gasp at the sight on your screen. low and behold, the man had made a chocolate mold out of your pussy. how he did it, you don't know. do you even want to know? you're even more choked up when you see him fuck the mold, his pretty moans taking up the video. your eyes are drawn to his slender hips and the way he moves them. you hate to say it, but you really do envy chocolate right now. tendou sweet talks you, saying how he wish he can't wait to have the real thing, and how your real pussy is much sweeter than any chocolate. a cute smile is plastered on his face and his pale skin is flushed a pretty pink, the way he shudders lets you know he's close. he loudly moans your name, cumming deeply inside the chocolate. grinning at his work, he shows it to the camera.
'i made all of this nice filling for you. you're going to eat it all, right?'
do not copy and or repost. likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated though! (c) 2022 hyeque
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your husband who misses you so much at work that he finds an excuse to call you to his office but ends up pressing your legs against your shoulders on his desk as he rams into you aggressively, sloppy kisses occasionally and does not stop until he fucks you dumb to the extent you're blabbering his name through your orgasm.
-NANAMI,toji, higurama, geto
-daichi, KUROO, iwaizumi, bokuto, aone, TENDOU
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loverboy <3
loverboy characters who eat you out so sweetly, tracing heart shapes with their thumbs on your clit while they tongue your cunt đ also tracing their names on your cunt with their tongue too, making you guess what theyâre spelling out!
ౚৠgojo satoru, getou suguru, itadori yuuji, oikawa tooru, tendou satori, mattsun issei <3
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Good boy
Boys who are definitely too good.
GOJO SATORU, Yuta Okkotsu, TOGE INUMAKI, Yuji Itadori, Kenma Kozume, BOKUTO KOTARO, MIYA ATSUMU, Tendou Satori, Tanaka Ryosuke, OIKAWA TORUU, BAKUGOU KATSUKI, Shoto Todoroki, IIDA TENIA, Tokoyami Fumikage, KIRISHIMA EJIROU. +your Fav Character âĄ
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bird of prey (tendou x reader) - chapter 2
series masterlist | ao3
Pairing: Tendou x Reader, Bokuto x Reader
Series Summary: Satori Tendou is your best friend, but you fuck for fun.
Chapter Title: Act I, Scene 2 â People I Want You To Meet
Chapter Summary: You and Satori attend a party together after an awkward moment in the car.
Chapter Content Warnings:Â afab!reader, college au, friends with benefits, no strings attached, angst, car sex, semi-public sex, jealousy, teasing, dirty talk, substance use (casual), mentions of tendou having previous sexual partners
Word Count:Â 8.6k
A/N: here's chapter 2, im excited to write the rest of this and flesh out the story woo hoo
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Satori has never seen something so lovely. Your silhouette in the streetlightâs dim glow through the back window of his car and the roll of your hips across his. Youâre panting like an animal and thereâs nothing in the car but the quiet sound of breath and whines. Â
An hour ago heâd stopped by your place to pick you up. His intentions for the evening had been truly innocent. You were going to go get some food, maybe from the convenience store or from a quick curry house, then eat it before dropping you back off at your house. That was the plan. Heâd pulled up in front of your house, you got into the car, and Satori drove away. Somehow, heâd ended up here, parked out at the top of a lookout with the engine turned off, just out of the direct light of the street lamp.Â
Youâre fucking him in has backseat and heâs leaned somewhat uncomfortably against the backdoor. Your legs are on either side of him, back hunched forward, and youâre using one of your hands to brace yourself on the window, the other on his chest.Â
Thereâs no real goal to this besides making you cum. Heâs not going to toy around or play, and he doesnât quite feel like teasing you the way he usually would. His hands are spread over your hips, guiding them while you ride his cock with a practiced ease that makes him a little jealous to think about. What? Jealous of himself? Heâs not all too sure, but he knows that he feels it, his fingers digging into the soft flesh on your hips.Â
You whine, letting your head fall forward as you rock the car, hand slipping on the fog covered window. Itâs cold out tonight and were you not being so active in the backseat, the car would be too cold to sit in. The outside temperature makes the condensation on the windows look almost impenetrable, save for where your fingers mark and melt the water on the inside and the frost on the outside.Â
Satori moans unabashedly and his stomach winds into knots. When you reach down to touch his face as if to calm that rising pressure in him, your fingertips are cold. Cool like the window, sending a slight shiver down his back. He laughs a little. A low one from the back of his throat, accented by a slight tremor that almost makes him sound like heâs in pain.Â
âAll right,â he grits out, his fingers digging into your hips. âCome here.âÂ
You push your body against his and Satoriâs slender arms wrap around you, pulling you to his chest as he turns you over in the seat. Itâs an awkward clamor of limbs and he slips out of you as he does, hissing at the loss of contact.Â
When he has you on your back, hips settled between the plush and trembling flesh of your thighs, he guides a hand up your forearms. You mold to his touch and connect your wrists to each other. His fingers slide up the skin, holding both of them as he places them on the window behind your head. You look almost hungry, as if his actions were a deliberate tease. Truthfully, he had only been looking to see whether you would obey him or not, and when you do, Satori feels a pleasant hum in his lower gut.Â
Satori, at times, feels like he has some divine right to fuck you. Itâs almost like a gut feeling, this idea that your body belongs to him the same way it might belong to you. Things just tend to fit when heâs inside of you and when you let him have his way, he canât help but feel that there are other forces at play. Divine ones. Universal forces that draw the two of you together.Â
At times, he almost feels possessive over you, especially when you are connected to him like this. Realistically speaking, he knows that he has no right. You could get up from underneath him and close your legs, tell him that youâre finished, and heâd drive you home and never utter a word of protest. But there are times when he feels that you and he were specifically meant for this.Â
He slides his thumb along your jaw, almost as if it were slowly consuming the flesh it touches. Your skin is soft, warm with the flush of exercise, and Satori finds that you delightfully lean into it. Your mouth is dropped open a little, eyes glazed over and full of longing. Itâs an expression that Satori quite likes on you. It makes you look almost desperate, needy in a way that you never look otherwise, and were he to think about someone else seeing it, heâd get indescribably jealous.Â
His thumb hits your lower lip and you open your mouth, making room in yourself once again for him as he pushes it down against your tongue. Spit pools in the well his thumb creates, your mouth watering at the sensation of being touched. It coats the digit, covering it in a wet and glassy sheen. Then, he pulls it from your mouth and lowers it between you two.Â
Satori momentarily pauses to look at where you connect, your legs spread wide open so that he can disappear inside of you. His cock disappears into your wet body under a patch of pubic hair and he can see the way his lower stomach heaves, causing his happy trail to move as if it were alive. He supposes that it is, seeing that itâs part of him.Â
You whine when Satori places his spit-soaked thumb on your clit and he lets out a low laugh at the noise you make. Your cunt squeezes him as he fucks you in time with the careful movement of his thumb. Your fingers leave marks on the window, less recognizable in shape compared to the one youâd left before. Random marks caused by the flexing of them, by your grasping for leverage as the movement of Satoriâs body rocks your own.Â
Your hips push up against his, heightening his pleasure as you chase your own and he drops his head to groan. Itâs habitual, almost involuntary, and the movement of his finger pauses as heâs consumed by the feeling.Â
âI fucking love this,â he says into the space between you, leaning forward to catch your mouth.Â
You nod your response, moaning gently into his mouth as you part your lips.Â
âLove fucking you,â he babbles. âItâs always good. Always so fucking good.âÂ
Heâs not really thinking about what heâs saying. It comes to him in the moment and Satori runs his mouth. Itâs not a lie though. Satori does love fucking you. Generally, he loves being around you, but fucking you takes a special place among his favorite things.Â
âYou love fucking me?â you say, grabbing the back of his head and pulling it back down to you. âOnly me?âÂ
Thereâs no real venom in your voice, but you sound jealous. His cock jumps inside of you and he feels a fresh rush of blood in his abdomen. The statement surprises him because, truthfully, Satori isnât all too ready to jump into bed with anyone else. Itâs different with you, better because Satori can really let himself go and youâll never misinterpret what he says.Â
âYou jealous?â he breathes. âIf anyone here should be jealous, it should be me, you know?âÂ
He speaks through a sly grin that makes his words sound slurred and liquor-dipped.Â
âHah,â you huff, though itâs more of a pleasure-soaked whine than a response, âand what on earth would be making you jealous?âÂ
His hips still fuck into you at a steady pace, your words interrupted by each flick of his hips up into you, occasionally cut off entirely by the pleasure.Â
âYouâre the one whoâs got two,â he drawls, his lips curling up in a smile.Â
It gives him a kind of satisfaction to know that, even though youâre casually seeing Bokuto, youâre still here with him. It sort of scratches this possessive itch in him, even if itâs a little perverse.Â
He wouldnât say that he minds. In fact, Satori cares very little who else you talk to. It would be overstepping the boundaries of your agreement were he to really care all too much about who else youâre fucking. After all, for a while, Satori was fucking other people too. Not for nearly as long, and though you remained the only consistent partner, there was a period in which it happened. Of course, you knew and it never bothered you.Â
Thatâs what he likes so much about you and your agreement. You donât get caught up and when you say itâs just sex, you mean it.Â
When youâre finished, the two of you lay in the backseat for a moment. Your face is pushed up against his chest, warm breath fanning out over it as you lay directly on top of him. Thereâs not much space to move around in here and Satori finds that he needs to keep his knees bent to properly fit like this.Â
Heâs comfortable with you and his finger absentmindedly plays with a small lock of your hair, touching it lightly before letting his fingers run down your exposed shoulders. He feels the way goosebumps rise on your skin against him, a shiver that he feels against his own body. Satori hums with satisfaction, the sweat on his forehead beginning to dry.Â
âKeep doing that,â you mumble. âItâs nice.âÂ
Satori doesnât offer a verbal response and instead obliges with a small chuckle. His fingers run across the skin of your shoulder and back, consuming space like fire as it creeps up on dry brush. Your breath hitches when his fingers touch your side and you laugh because youâre a little ticklish.Â
âYouâre fun to touch,â he comments, whispering the tease.Â
âYeah?â
âMhm,â he says.
Heâs a bit sleepy now and heâs content to stay here for the rest of the night. The car is humid and the windows are fogged, trapping your body heat inside for the moment. Itâll get cold in a bit and Satori will wrap his arms around you and pull you nearer under the guise of warmth. Yeah, thatâll be nice. He looks forward to it.Â
Things get like this between you both sometimes. Quiet and calm, as if you could stay like that forever. Sometimes, heâs still inside of you when it does, cock warming between your legs as you drift quietly off into half-sleep.Â
Satori looks at his hands over your back, turning them over. Moments ago, theyâd been all over you, grabbing at your flesh. Pinching and pulling and caressing whatever they could. Now, they are strangely idle, taken over by some low vibration that makes him feel like they are quietly alive with something other than him.Â
You stir, turning your head to rest your chin on his chest. Satoriâs eyes drift down to you, exploring your features before they settle on your gaze. You donât say anything, sitting there for a moment like youâre waiting for something. Then, Satori cranes his neck forward and kisses you.Â
Itâs gentle, hardly something that hints at a deeper desire, and it betrays an almost romantic fondness that he feels for you in this moment. Your eyes flutter closed for only a moment and when Satori pulls away, they are open again. He searches your face for somethingâheâs not sure whatâbefore watching as you push up on his chest into a seated position.Â
âWe should go eat,â you say bluntly, reaching forward to grab your underwear and jeans from where theyâd been discarding in the backseat of his car.Â
Satori pushes himself up on his elbows, seemingly in far less of a hurry than you are. âWorked up an appetite?âÂ
You hum your response, avoiding his eyes as you quickly attempt to wrestle on your shirt. You let your arms fall in your lap, your shirt halfway pulled up, leaving your back exposed. Your body language almost reads as turned away from him and in the dim glow of the streetlamp, he can see the calmness of your breathing. Satori doesnât dare move.Â
âYou know youâre my best friend, right?â You say, not sounding particularly insecure.Â
âSure,â he says, nodding his head.Â
âFriend,â you emphasize and Satoriâs eyebrows pull up.Â
âRight,â he responds, âweâre real friendly.âÂ
You look at him over your left shoulder. Your expression is urgent, almost sad, and it gives your features a quality heâs seen before in tragic paintings. Maybe youâre a little tragic. Not just in expression, but as a person. Maybe both of you are.Â
âIâm serious,â you say.Â
âI know,â he says, a bit more insistent this time. âI am too.âÂ
It seems to Satori that youâre a bit more caught up in specifics. Sometimes, heâll touch you and youâll shy away, calmly warning him of the line that youâve drawn so clearly between the two of you. To you, the line is far more important and you very seldom cross it. To Satori, itâs all the same. Touch is touch and sex is sex and he cannot tie strings that donât exist, so why bother getting worked up over the specifics? So what if he kisses you like that? Or runs his fingers along your air-chilled skin in the backseat of his car?Â
âSo what Iâm hearing is you donât want a round two? Or six?â He cuts the tension deliberately, bored of the conversation.Â
You blink at him for a moment before smiling and breathing out a laugh. Your head rolls across your shoulder and you reach to shove his chest before pulling your shirt over your head.Â
âJust put on your clothes already,â you say. âIâm hungry.âÂ
âMmm, so thatâs why weâre being weird and grumpy.âÂ
He leans forward with a grunt and you shake your head. Satori doesnât even have his pants halfway up his thighs before youâre opening the backseat door and getting out, letting a rush of cool air into the car that feels like it hits Satori in the face.Â
âWoah, whatever happened to privacy?â He drawls and you look at him after opening the passenger door.Â
âYouâre quick to take your clothes off but so slow to put them on,â you comment. âItâs no wonder we canât get anywhere on time.âÂ
Satori pulls his shirt over his head and climbs out of the car, walking to get into the driverâs seat. He doesnât waste time starting the engine, rolling the back windows down to rid the car of any remaining condensation.Â
âItâs not like we have a reservation for the convenience store,â he snorts.Â
Satori drives a manual, beat up car. Heâd bought it his senior year of highschool after getting a job for the remaining half of the semester that he wasnât playing volleyball. Itâs not a very pretty car, but Satori keeps it clean and in good enough condition, though he doesnât drive very often. It usually stays parked in his apartment buildingâs underground lot, out of the way of the sun, snow, and weather until the next time he uses it. He really only does so for you. Not that he thinks about it that way, but when he considers, he realizes that he only ever drives the thing for late night runs with you or to be the occasional designated driver after a long night out.Â
He throws the car in reverse, placing his hand on your seat and looking behind him as he does so, a small laugh escaping his throat as you huff. You cross one leg over the other in the car, reaching to mess with the settings on the bluetooth so that itâs connected to your phone.Â
âWhat?â he says. âThis your car now?âÂ
You toss him a sideways glance and laugh, refusing to comment.Â
As he drives down from the lookout, you stare out of the passenger side window. Satori can see you out of the corner of his eye, barely able to make out the somewhat conflicted expression on your face. He wonders, briefly, if he should pry. Heâs strangely worried that if he does, your response will not be one that he likes. Ignorance is bliss after all. Itâs a shame that Satori canât be ignorant when it comes to you.Â
He picks up on the little things. Changes in your breathing and demeanor that giveaway a larger emotional turmoil. For Satori, the picture practically paints itself and it doesnât take long for him to have fit together the pieces of a puzzle you hadnât even realized youâd given him.Â
âYou okay?â he says, tilting his chin in your direction.Â
âHuh?â you turn to look at him. âYeah, Iâm completely fine. Just thinking is all.âÂ
âAbout?â He drags the word out.Â
You shrug your shoulders, the corners of your mouth turning up in a delightfully false smile. âNothing important, really. Iâd tell you if it were.âÂ
Satori nods his head and turns his focus back to the road entirely.Â
âJeez, lighten up,â you laugh, throwing your head back against the headrest.
âI would if you didnât have this expression on your face like youâre in some kinda drama,â he laughs. âExcuse me for giving a shit.âÂ
âSince when have you ever given a shit?â You say. The comment clearly isnât meant to be harsh, but thereâs a strange bite to it that Satori feels at the base of his head and neck.Â
âYou give me too little credit, doll,â he says. The words almost sound slippery and he pauses for a moment before asking again. âSo what was it?âÂ
âPost-nut clarity?â You speculate, giving him a lopsided grin and effectively shutting down the conversation.Â
âOh, youâre beyond nasty,â he smiles and you shrug your shoulders in response.Â
The lookout isnât far off from the city and itâs only a short while before youâre back in the heart of it. He watches as the trees on the hill become a somewhat flat landscape of glowing electric signs and stores.Â
Satori feels that thereâs something heâs not fully piecing together. Thereâs a piece of information that he doesnât know, or refuses to accept, obscuring a usually-whole picture from him. It feels almost like dread, a discomfort that Satori is slow to name or recognize.Â
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The clock in Satoriâs room reads 9:30 pm. It glows red, casting the side of his bed in a dim, hardly noticeable electronic glow. Youâre sitting next to him by the window, wearing one of the outfits that heâs seen you in a million times.Â
Itâs open, the double doors of it pushed so that they protrude from the side of the house and you both lean with your backs up against the wall. He looks to the red of the clock and then to you. Youâre holding your arm out of the window, a half-smoked joint between your fingers. The gesture does little to keep the smell from making its way back inside, but itâs something and he thinks the natural way you do it makes you look so casual in such a lovely way.Â
Satori reaches with his free arm to take it from your gentle grip, giving you a little smile as he does. He lifts the burning thing to his mouth and feels the damp spot where your lips had once been, taking a long drag. Wisps of gray smoke float up from the end of it, drifting unevenly toward the ceiling where he imagines it sticks like glue. The taste of it isnât anything Satori particularly likes, but he does like the way it seems to round him and the world out. It smooths out rough patches, soothing over cracks he finds until everything is delightfully heavy and spherical.Â
âParty started half an hour ago,â you say calmly as he takes another drag. You seem to suggest that the two of you should get up to go soon and Satori leans his head back with the joint in his mouth.Â
He finishes taking his drag, pinching it between with pointer and thumb as if to inspect its wrapping before tilting his head back to exhale out of the window.Â
âDo we have to?â He groans. âIâd much rather stay here and do⊠other things.âÂ
Satori leans forward, holding the joint away from you as he tucks his face into the crook of your exposed neck. His mouth rests unmoving against it and he inhales, nudging you gently. The high makes the touch feel softer somehow.Â
âMmm,â you hum, taking the joint from him and hitting it quickly before extinguishing it on the window sill and setting down the remainder. âYou always prefer that. Itâs good to get out and make new friends, Satori.âÂ
Youâre not chiding him. Your tone is actually rather light, almost as if you agree with him.Â
Satori has never understood the importance of making new friends. Sure, thereâs always people worth meeting, but he doesnât understand the obsession with excessive collecting. He feels no need to be recognized everywhere he goes, nor does he think that any interactions could be benefitted by adding new people.Â
Heâs not sure why youâre so insistent on spending time with anyone but him or the people you already know. Itâs not that he judges you for it, but rather that he canât seem to get where the desire comes from. Thereâs no need for anyone else in Satoriâs little world and heâs perfectly content to sit here smoking this joint with you forever. Itâs already interesting enough.Â
âTheyâre always so boring though,â he says into your neck. âThis is more fun.âÂ
Satori snakes his hand up your shirt, his cool hand coming into contact with your warm belly and chest. Thereâs no goal and the touch is casual, feeling you up like heâs done it a million times.
âI know,â you breathe, reaching into your shirt and pulling his hand from it. You momentarily interlock your fingers before letting go. âBut I made some promises, so I gotta go.âÂ
You stand up from the window, pulling your shirt down to cover the part of your stomach his hand had left exposed. Satori watches you for a moment, his body sinking into an awkward position against the wall, his tilted head leaning against it.Â
âTo Mr. Popularity?â He grins, his eyes heavy and low-lidded.Â
âHeâs got a name, you know?â You laugh.
Satori leans forward and makes a show of standing up. His limbs feel a little off-centeredâa result of the weed, no doubtâand his brain feels fogged up in an almost blinding way. He can tell that heâs squinting and if he looked in the mirror, heâs certain that heâd find his eyesÂ
bloodshot.Â
âFine,â he says, grabbing his phone off of the nightstand and tucking it into his pocket. âLetâs go.âÂ
Satori walks up behind you and puts his hands on your hips, snaking them around to the front of you and snapping your waistband lightly against your body.Â
âBut itâs only âcause Iâm such a good friend,â he hums before letting go of you and smiling at the way you shiver and laugh at his touch.Â
Heâs not sure why he felt the need to touch you at that moment. It felt different from most of the other times he touches you, almost as if he were proving some kind of arbitrary point. Sort of a look what I can do.Â
âHey, by the way,â you say a few minutes later as you climb into the back of the cab with him, âIâve got some friends from my major thatâre gonna be there. A few of them want to meet you.âÂ
âYeah?â He says, scrolling through his phone. âGirls?âÂ
âA few,â you say. Satori can feel that youâre looking at him, but he feels no real need to look up. âI think theyâre mostly curious about who I hang out with all the time.âÂ
Satori snorts.
ââKay,â he says, âIâll play nice.âÂ
His voice has a pleasant, teasing quality to it. A kind of tenor that betrays some sort of joke or non serious aspect within the conversation even when he is being completely serious.Â
âAny of your friends going?âÂ
Satori looks up from his phone at this, raising his small eyebrows and giving you a coy smile.Â
âOh come on,â he responds, âYou know youâre my only friend.âÂ
You suppress a smile.Â
âOh right,â you say. âThose girls from the Pharmacology department arenât your friends.âÂ
Satori just hums a noncommittal response. He hasnât spoken to any of those girls in months. Not since soon after heâd started sleeping with you and lost interest in the rest of his toys. He wouldnât be surprised if theyâre upset with him the next time he sees them. After all, messages have gone unanswered and conversations have been dry.Â
Donât get him wrong. Itâs not that he doesnât think theyâre not worth the time. Itâs more like⊠well, itâs more like Satori isnât really a good person and he doesnât see the need to pretend that he is. Besides, most people know what theyâre signing up for when they involve themselves with him. His noncommittal, teasing, aloof demeanor usually cues people in on the attitude he takes with physical encounters and it never really comes as a surprise to anyone when things just donât work out.Â
He puts down his phone, leaning his head up against the glass of the window. Sometimes, Satori thinks that he might be a romantic at heart. Heâs really quite affectionate, more so than a lot of the people heâs been with. Satori likes to touch and to keep, but he never really holds on all that tight and when things start slipping, he finds that he simply lets go rather than holds on.Â
Maybe itâs about control. There are certain rules and customs that Satori doesnât quite like to abide by. The whole concept of dating and relationships, he thinks, is twisted by this perpetual idea of normalcy. Whatâs normal? Thereâs nothing normal about any of it because love makes people a little crazy. He knows that it would make him crazy. Thereâs an irritating aspect to courting and the chase which he particularly doesnât like. This idea of coyness, of behaving in a way that is respectable to others, makes his skin crawl.Â
He doesnât appreciate other peopleâs way of playing the game and though he canât pinpoint the exact reason, he knows that heâd rather not do it at all than phone it in. With you, he doesnât have to. He likes the way that you play the game, open-minded to the point that it almost makes you feel detached. Many times, Satori will think to himself that youâre one in the same, but that comfortable distance still prevails. You can be together and entirely separate all at the same time and he never has to pay all too much attention to the labels or semantics of it. Maybe itâs because itâs not real, but any idea of normalcyâof rulesâis out of the picture. Satori never stops to think about whatâs appropriate, he just does what he wants and you let him. Well, you let him most of the time.Â
He thinks that makes him a bit of a romantic, as odd as it sounds. Itâs a romantic thought, the ability to do whatever he wants without consequence. But he finds that consequences often come creeping up anyway, no matter the agreement or feeling.Â
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When Satori is at parties, he gets the distinct feeling of being just outside of the collective. Like a cog separate from the machine, he can turn on his own and affect no one else. Occasionally, you will join him and heâll get the sudden feeling that you are now two cogs, turning each other but never affecting the whole.Â
To say that heâs unpopular would be a lie. Satori has many friends, most of them acquaintances, some of them close, but none are as close as you. People know of him and they see him around, though heâs unsure if thatâs his own magnetism versus just being around you a lot of the time. You often tell him that he has a gravity about him. Youâve told him before that it almost feels like being sucked into a separate place and that conversations with him often feel like they occur in some liminal space different from where youâd been only moments earlier. Heâs not quite sure what that means, but he believes you.Â
When you both arrive at the party, it is in full swing. His eyesight is pleasantly hazy and the world is well-rounded and muffled. He can hear his heartbeat in his chest over the sound of the music, thumping rhythmically against his ribcage as he follows you through groups of conversing people. A few stop him to say hello, gripping his shoulder with a firm hand and asking how heâs been. Then, they give him a knowing smile as he shrugs his shoulders and grins at them. Short, like-minded exchanges that donât extend past niceties.
Whoeverâs house this is, itâs spectacular. For a college student to live in a place like this is unfathomable to Satori and he briefly wonders if itâs been rented out for the event. Thatâd be a lot of trouble to go through for a party they werenât even charged for. Though, maybe he wasnât charged because heâs with you.Â
âSatori,â you call as you stand with a group of people, motioning your head for him to follow. He slinks away from the people heâd been conversing with in one fluid motion, coming to stand beside you.Â
The people youâre with look vaguely familiar and he glances at each of them individually. A girl with cropped short brown hair wearing a white cardigan, one with thin rectangular sunglasses and a particularly stylish look, and a girl with thick curly hair that comes to her shoulders. He raises his eyebrows at them and then turns to you for introductions.Â
âThese are the friends I told you about,â you say, introducing each of them in turn.Â
âLiterature majors?â He grins, tilting his head down as the corners of his lips curl.Â
âYup, you the photography major?â The girl with sunglasses, introduced as Yuki, speaks. Her voice is low and husky, and her gaze carries something guarded and judgemental.Â
âSure,â he says, shrugging his shoulders. âIâm Tendou, good to meet you.âÂ
Yuki doesnât respond, interrupted by her friend.Â
âWeâve heard a lot about you,â says another. Her name is Alice and you smile pleasantly when she talks.Â
âAlice is an expat from Europe,â you say, almost impressed with the idea.Â
Tendou grins a little, tucking his hands deep into his pockets. âAnd sheâs a Japanese lit major?âÂ
âExpat is an extreme term to use,â Alice says through a small laugh before giving Tendou a rather pointed look. âI was raised here. Japanese is technically my first language.â
âMm,â he hums. âSo youâre a technical expat.âÂ
âSure, whatever you wanna call it,â she laughs.Â
Alice appears to be the most easy going out of the group and she doesnât seem all too bothered by the somewhat old-fashioned line of conversation. You elbow him lightly in the ribs for his teasing and he looks at you over the tops of his cheeks momentarily.Â
The girl in the white cardigan, Keiko, is silent, but she looks like she wants to say something. In her two slender fingers, she holds a burning cigarette and when she speaks, Satori thinks that the vice doesnât suit her at all.Â
âHow long have you two known each other? ____ says itâs been three years but I think theyâre lying. They like to keep secrets, you know?â Keiko says.Â
Satori laughs a little, his small eyebrows pulling up in the center. âThree years sounds about right.âÂ
âSo you met in first year?â She tilts her head and takes a drag off the cigarette.Â
The girl has a particularly innocent look about her and her voice is high-pitched and curious. Still, Satori can see a distinct calculating look in her eyes, one thatâs usually characteristic of the people you hang out with, him included.Â
Satori only nods and Yuki laughs a little, rolling her head on her shoulders as she speaks.Â
âHow did that happen? Youâre incompletely different majors.âÂ
âI wonder,â Satori hums, not really keen on rehashing the somewhat boring story. The truth of it is that when heâd started school, his major was undecided. Heâd been indecisive about his future then, he still is, but he thinks that his indecisiveness isnât really all that important to where they are now.Â
Someone calls your name. Itâs a loud, booming voice and when people hear it, they turn their heads and instinctively smile upon seeing who it is. Bokuto approaches the group, carrying three drinks precariously in his arms. They slosh in the cups and Satori watches to see if heâs going to spill any. He doesnât and you take two from his arms and hand one to Satori.Â
He takes it and thinks for a moment about how subtly cruel it is to have the guy youâre sleeping with bring a drink to the other guy youâre sleeping with, not that he particularly cares about the logistics of it. If you notice the cruelty, you donât show it, handing him the drink and then turning to Bokuto.Â
âYouâre back,â you say with a light smile.Â
He shrugs his shoulders and smiles bashfully. âSomeone wanted me to slap the bag, how could I say no?âÂ
The little one, Keiko, looks at Satori as she takes a drag off of her cigarette. Her eyebrows are pulled up a little, like sheâs concerned about the outcome of this interaction. Satori just tilts his head down at her and gives her a little grin. Maybe to scare her out of his business, heâs not really sure. She raises her eyebrows quickly and exhales, tossing the cigarette butt on the floor of the veranda and stamping it out with her shoe.Â
She seems to be the only one of the three who obviously knows about Satori and you, and sheâs probably the worst of them at keeping secrets. If the others know, they donât let on and instead smile amiably at Bokuto. Yuki, the more guarded of them, seems more relaxed speaking to him compared to how she had been with Satori and it wouldnât be a far off guess for him to assume that she also knows about their unique arrangement.Â
âOh, sorry!â Bokuto says, as if a thought has just occurred to him. âIâm Bokuto!âÂ
He steps forward into the circle, reaching his arm across you to extend a hand. Satori glances at it for a moment before pulling his from his pocket and shaking it. Bokutoâs grip is tight, very firm and bordering on too firm.Â
âTendou,â he responds through an even smile, his eyes curled into crescent moons.Â
âOh!â Bokuto says, âYouâre that friend of theirs!âÂ
Satori nods his head. âThatâs what Iâm best known as.âÂ
âIâve heard a lot about you, man,â he says pleasantly and Satori is a bit perplexed by his reaction.Â
Satori just grins at him through his eyelashes. He doesnât have a response for that, seeing as Satori has heard very little about Bokuto on account of how tight-lipped you are surrounding your connection to each other.Â
âUh oh,â is all he says, shrugging his shoulders.Â
Keiko giggles a little behind her hand and Satoriâs eyes slink down to look at her. Sheâs covering her mouth with the back of her hand, almost like sheâd suddenly hiccuped. Then, she smiles somewhat apologetically.Â
âSorry,â she says. âHis reactions are funny.âÂ
âWhatâs so funny about âem?â Satori asks, teasing a little. Keiko definitely knows and Satori has found a new target for amusement.Â
âKeiko thinks everything is funny,â Yuki says, nudging her friend a bit harshly with her elbow. Keiko doesnât seem to mind this though. In fact, she blushes a little and Satori tilts his head at the perplexing response.Â
Bokuto looks at this short exchange and then smiles broadly like heâs figured something out. Then, he leans in and whispers something quietly into your ear. You laugh and furrow your eyebrows before quickly shaking your head. Bokuto insists on whatever heâs said and you stand on your toes to speak into his ear. He bends down to listen. His expression goes from confused to a bit surprised and you nod your head and laugh a little.Â
If your friends notice the somewhat intimate exchange between the two of you, they pretend not to, too wrapped up in their own conversation. Satori gets the feeling that heâs meant to be listening to it, so he hunches forward a little, still watching you and Bokuto from the corner of his eye.Â
Your connection to Bokuto appears to be in the early stages and Satori feels simultaneously relieved and oddly unsettled. Itâs obvious that there is something there, likely in the same way itâs obvious that you and Satori do what you do, and the thought makes him a bit uncomfortable. The perverse idea comes to his mind of you in bed with Bokuto and the fact that he gets to hear the delightful sounds you make. He imagines you wrapped in his bedsheets, panting as Bokuto touches you beneath the thin fabric.Â
Unsure of why heâs so caught up in the image of it, he shakes out his shoulders and turns his attention to the girls in front of him.Â
âIâm gonna go get another drink,â he says, interrupting the conversation with the tenor drawl.Â
âYouâve got one in your hand,â says Yuki and Alice raises her eyebrows in response.Â
âI donât like beer,â he gives a sly grin. âBut Iâd hate to be rude to Bokuto over there.âÂ
âIâm sure he wonât take it too personally,â Alice offers, a grin creeping up on her features.Â
Satori kisses his teeth and then straightens his back, giving them a small wave. Then, he turns to you and places his hand on your shoulder. His pinky brushes the exposed skin at the base of your neck, close to your pulse point and he leans close to mumble his plan to you.Â
You glance at him, your face a little too close to his. He can smell your breath, the cranberry vodka mix of it, and itâs warm against his face. Near intoxicating. Satori smiles lightly, pats your shoulder once, and then heads in the direction of the drinks inside.Â
Just inside the kitchen, there is an island filled with hard liquor and mixers, as well as a keg in the corner and a few cases of beer stacked on top of each other, the bottom packages unopened. Satori hovers over the drink table for a moment. Truthfully, he didnât have another drink in mind. The beer actually suited him just fine, as heâs not particularly picky about what he drinks with the goal of getting drunk in mind.Â
For some reason, he just wanted to be away from the conversation, from Bokuto and your friends who seemed to simultaneously know everything and not know anything. Satori likes the way it feels to read people, but heâs both settled and unsettled by being read so plainly himself. Going into a conversation where people know more than him makes him too curious for his own good and if he hadnât left, heâs certain that he would have stuck his nose somewhere heâd regret.Â
Keikoâs cigarette smoke clings to his clothes. He can smell it on the worn knit sweater heâs wearing, clinging to the thick stitches. Satori likes to smoke cigarettes occasionally and he doesnât mind the smell all too much.
âSorry,â someone says to him as they bump into him trying to slip past.Â
Satori glances down at whoever it was. Sheâs considerably smaller than him and she keeps her eyes down as if to avoid conflict, carrying three red solo cups in her arms, half filled with a red liquid. He keeps looking at her, examining the crown of her short blonde hair. Heâs seen it before. Then, as if horrifyingly aware that someone is watching her, she tilts her head up slightly.Â
Big round eyes stare back at him, wide and anxious as if sheâs being looked down on by a predator. She looks at him and he looks back, his expression blank as he tries to figure out where he knows this girl from.Â
âDid I spill something? Iâm so sorry,â she starts, glancing around to see if heâd gotten any drink on his clothes. He hadnât. Satoriâs drink still sits comfortably in his cup. He shakes his head and she stares up at him.Â
Itâs like heâs watching a deer caught in headlights and his lips turn up a little. Itâs an interesting reaction and he tilts his head as she puts her head back down to look straight ahead and continue a bit faster in the direction sheâd been going in previously.Â
âHey,â he calls after her, his voice barely loud enough for her to hear over the music. She turns around slowly.Â
âWhat?â
Her voice is high pitched and timid, the kind that almost makes you feel bad for speaking to her at all.Â
âYouâre in some of my classes, right?â He says. Satori is actually certain of it. She sits in the back of his self-lead project class, by the window and just behind him, so he can never actually see her.Â
âMaybe?â She says, like sheâs unsure of saying anything definitive.Â
âYou are,â he confirms with a sly grin. âYou usually sit by the back right?âÂ
âOh,â she says, her eyes growing wider as she tilts her head. âYouâre the guy with those pictures of that person in bed.âÂ
Satori laughs a little, looking at her with his head tilted down. âSo thatâs my legacy.âÂ
âNot that itâs bad!â She says defensively. âJust memorable.âÂ
Satori nods a little.Â
âYour name is Yachi, right?â He tilts his head and he can see that it makes her nervous that Satori knows her name.Â
âUh, yup!â She nods. âAnd youâreâŠ..âÂ
The girl trails off, her face turning red at the fact that she canât remember his name.Â
âTendou,â he concedes, âSatori.âÂ
âAh, right,â she blushes and glances at her shoes.Â
Yachi has an interesting air about her. Satori can tell that sheâs shy and when he does see her in class or on campus, she almost scurries like a small animal. She reminds him a little bit of a hamster. Sheâs small and a bit plump in the way that sweet girls can be, and sheâs got an innocent face. Her hair is cropped short at the shoulders and her eyes look like wells of anxious emotion. He tilts his head at her.Â
âYou donât seem like the party type,â he grins.Â
âIâm not,â she deflates, her shoulders slumping forward. She seems relieved that someone has noticed and taken pity on her. âIâm here for a friend.âÂ
Satori glances behind him. Through the doors, he can see you talking to Bokuto on the veranda. Your friends have wandered off and youâre alone with him, leaning against the bannister and smiling as Bokuto speaks animatedly about something.Â
âMe too,â he offers, turning back to her.Â
Yachi glances around Satoriâs body, following where his gaze had been.Â
âIs that the person from the pictures?â She asks, her lips pinched together.Â
Satori doesnât answer and just gives her a knowing look. Yachiâs face turns bright red and she glances at him and then the ground, mumbling an apology. He doesnât really think she needs to apologize. Satori doesnât really care if people know he takes pictures of you, but heâs not sure if youâd like for everyone to know that youâre the person in them.Â
Yachi looks at him like sheâs waiting for him to say something else. Her mouth is slightly dropped open, revealing the bottom of two large front teeth. He hasnât really got anything else to say, so he just motions his head in the direction sheâd been walking in.Â
âYour friends are probably waiting,â he grins, getting the distinct impression that sheâd wanted to speak to him longer.Â
âOh!â She says. âRight! Sorry! Uhm, nice to formally meet you! Sorry again!âÂ
She shrugs her shoulders at him in a makeshift wave and he waves back, lifting his cup and following her figure as she joins two people standing by the back entrance to the kitchen. One of them is a tall, beautiful girl wearing glasses. The other is a surly, average looking guy with a buzzed head who immediately reaches out and grabs Yachi by the top of her head. She squeaks and spills part of the drinks sheâd been holding. The dark-haired girl slaps his stomach and takes the drinks from Yachi with a gentle smile.Â
Satori has never seen those people before, save for Yachi, and he marvels for a moment about how there are people in this world heâll never meet or see in his life.
He makes his way back out on the veranda, realizing that more time has passed than he intended. When he gets out there, no one is familiar and he sighs deeply before taking a long sip of the drink heâd had to begin with. Satori isnât uncomfortable being alone and it really isnât long before heâs found a group of people that he knows smoking in a circle on the lawn. He sits with them and decides to forget for a moment who heâd come to the party with in the first place.Â
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Itâs a long while before he sees you again and by the time he does, Satori is thoroughly hammered. Heâd kept the drinks coming and whatever smoke people offered him, heâd accepted readily. Despite being as intoxicated as he is, Satori seems to have his wits about him. At least from an outside point of view, the only real perceivable difference is that his eyes somehow look even sleepier than they usually do. Itâs probably why Semi kept passing him the joint, not particularly worried about Satoriâs well-being. Besides, if Satori didnât want anymore, heâd stop. To him, his limits are very clear cut.Â
âHey,â you tap him on the shoulder and he turns his head up toward the sky to find you looking down at him.Â
Your eyes look pretty from his angle and he has the urge to kiss you. You smile at him, glancing at the people in the circle.Â
âI wondered where you ran off to,â you say. âYou ready to head out?â
Satoriâs got tunnel vision and right now, he is only capable of registering you in his field of vision. When he spins around with his legs crossed to look at you, he gets a better picture. Your hair is messy and your mascara is smudged on the right side. Your lips are puffy and swollen, either like youâve had far too much to drink or youâve been sucking a little too much face. He frowns, reaching up to touch the side of your cheek. He looks like heâs going to say something romantic.Â
âI donât know,â he says through the goofy grin that creeps onto his face, âI havenât stood up in about an hour. Iâm worried Iâll fall.âÂ
You laugh, crouching down. âYou wonât fall.âÂ
âWill you catch me if I do?â He says leaning forward, his smile slick and completely conscious of what heâs doing.Â
Goshiki whistles behind him and you offer an apologetic and somewhat embarrassed look to both him and Semi.Â
âSure, Satori,â you say. âNow get up, weâre heading back.âÂ
Satori laughs a little and gets to his feet. Heâs actually quite stable and when he tucks his hands into his pockets, he thinks that he probably doesnât look any different from how he would if he were on campus.Â
He tilts his head to look at you, examining further the state that youâre in. He doesnât like that he can tell that youâve been with someone tonight. It makes him feel unusually needy and somewhat jealous. He hates even more that he knows who it is.Â
Satori steps close to you and you let him, grinning up at him as he slips a hand from his pocket and wraps it around your lower back. The action is possessive and he pulls your hips flush against his when he does it, resting his head on your shoulder and speaking by your ear.Â
âWe getting a taxi?â He drawls.Â
This behavior isnât all too unusual for him when he drinks or smokes, so you laugh and hold his upper arm, mumbling a quiet yeah as you do. Satori knows you well enough to know that heâs probably made you a little wet.
âMy place?â He asks, a little needier than heâd intended.Â
You let out a loud laugh, pulling him away from your body and holding him by the shoulders. âDuh, all of my stuff is there.âÂ
Satori nods sagely, letting the moment of jealous behavior pass. He follows you down the front steps of the house and onto the curb, where it appears that youâve already called a cab to take you both back to his place. Even in his high state, Satori pulls the door open for you, leaning into his slouch a little more than usual. Then, he climbs in behind you and shuts the door.Â
You stare out of the window, leaning your head against the glass. Maybe itâs to keep yourself from getting carsick, heâs not sure, but he watches you anyway. You yawn lightly, making a soft sound at the back of your throat.Â
âTired?â He asks, resisting the urge to reach across the seat and touch you. He always gets touchy when heâs like this.Â
âMhm,â you nod. âItâs bedtime soon.âÂ
Satori chuckles a little. âSeems to me like youâve already been in bed.âÂ
You narrow your eyes at him, your mouth open in an incredulous laugh. âWhatâs it to you?âÂ
Satori thinks thatâs a stupid question and just closes his eyes and grins a little, settling into the seat and leaning his head to the side.Â
âNothing at all,â he responds with a hum.Â
He can feel you looking at him, but he doesnât open his eyes, instead forcing his expression to stay in that contented, somewhat teasing, position. Truthfully, Satori thinks that it does matter to him who you sleep with, because it matters that you keep sleeping with him. He likes this arrangement you have and it suits him just fine to continue.Â
It was dumb of you to ask what it matters as if he doesnât fuck you three times a week. Even the least sensitive of people could see that. Heâs not all too sure why he cares and he furrows his brows lightly as he considers it, snuggling up against the side of the cab door.
Satori can hear you breathing in the seat beside him. You take deep, even drawls of breath that tell him you might be falling asleep. Thatâs just as well, he may fall asleep too. What matters is that he gets up when the cab pulls up to his apartment, where heâll take you inside and tuck you into his bed. Youâll spend the night and leave in the morning, apologizing briefly for the intrusion, and then youâll call him over later in the week when you need it. When youâre wet between the legs and aching, desperate for him to touch you. When itâs over, youâll tell him he canât stay for long. Satori, being Satori, wonât even dream of asking to.Â
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word count: 656 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.
pairing: University AU!Tendou x chubby!Reader
genre: smut
warnings: mdni, nsfw
Tendou would have liked to say that he was a gentleman. But when you showed up in his dorm room and announced that you were sick and tired of being labeled the campus virgin and begged your best friend to just have sex with you, Tendou didnât actually hesitate for more than three seconds before shrugging and saying, âAlright.â, making room for you on his bed.
His roommate blinked at the two of you before packing up his laptop and mumbling something about âgoing to study at the library thenâ.
He knew he should have maybe talked you out of it but his mind was too busy screaming at the opportunity. He figured, heâd casually invite you for coffee afterwards in the cafeteria or maybe order a pizza and then confess to you over some melty cheese that heâs been in love with you since that time you used red hair spray to dye your hair, just so you could raise your hand for him at roll call while he was busy finishing up a paper in the library at the last minute. You had worn one of his hoodies (a new one he bought several sizes too big just so he could lend it to you without you commenting that his stuff wouldnât fit you) and his roommate had walked in on him sniffing the collar with deep deep breaths.
And now he lay between your plush thighs, heart pounding, licking his lips in anticipation as he peeled your panties aside. Youâre still wearing a shirt which he found unfortunate but there was no rush.
Before he began, he stressed how important it was to ease into it. He didnât want to hurt you, of course, so he thought, good long foreplay and maybe making you cum first would be a good idea.
He leaned in and set a couple soft kisses on your soft pussy. You gasped and tried to close your legs with him still at work. He looked up at you, asking if you want to stop. Wordlessly, you just opened your legs again and he grinned, swiping his tongue through the folds.
âYou taste sweetâŠâ, he commented and you hid your face under your arms but moaned when he used his fingers to expose your clit.
Wanting to make it a more interactive learning experience he brought his right index to your lips, âCan you wet that for me?â
You hesitate for a moment, peaking out from under your chubby arms and then because you really needed to him to continue, sucked it into your mouth.
âMmmh, I can only imagine what those lips would do to a cock. But we can do that next time.â
Bringing his slick finger down to him, he began ghosting it over your clit. The noises falling from your lips had him throb in his boxers. Tendou increased the pressure ever so slightly, pushing the little pink button to the left and right, watching happily now wet you already became. He slurped loudly, enjoying every drop of you like the first iced tea of the summer.
âIâm gonna put a finger into you now.â, he announced and your expression, already so deliciously dazed, changed to new excitement. You gave a small nod and he slowly pushed into you, stroking your gummy walls.
âYouâre so cute⊠Iâm gonna put a second finger in, okay?â
You nod again. This time, he decided to tease a bit.
âYou gotta talk to me, gorgeous.â
âYes, please put a second finger in.â, you replied breathily and moaned loudly when he started to move them in and out.
âNow, I wonder what would happen if Iâd suck your little clit now, too. - What do you think would happen?â
âIâdâŠ. Youâd make me cum.â, you said quietly, a definite whine in your voice.
âThat sounds like fun. Letâs do that, hm? Letâs make you cream on my fingers.â
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