#tendou x top reader

[renardiererin]

GETAWAY CAR a social media au starring racer!suna and actress!reader

synopsis -> rintarou suna is the top formula one racer for scuderia ferrari, and he would be the top ranked in the world if not for the top driver for redbull racing aston martin: hajime iwaizumi. it’s no secret that suna has a silly celebrity crush on world famous actress [name] miya, and when it hits the tabloids that iwaizumi was seen out with her, it’s all interviewers will ask suna about. will this take their rivalry to a new level? or will suna befriend [name], and be the final match to the gasoline puddle of rumors? 

warnings -> suggestive content (nothing explicit), alcohol mentions, swearing, etc.

rating -> PG13

tags/keywords -> smau, social media au, rintarou suna, rintarou suna smau, celebrity smau, racer suna, little bits of humor i hope, angst, racer au, celebrity crush, forced proximity, crush to friends to enemies to ??, love triangle, suna x f!reader 

completed ! [07/09 - 08/09]

meet the characters profile post

table of contents / masterlist [chapters 6, 7, 8, 10, 11, 13, 14, 15, & 17 owe chapter title brainstorm credits to @itsdragonius] 1. rintarou “big fan” suna 2. boys & their expensive cars 3. a hundred boys in bars 4. is it cool that i said all that? 5. i'd give up everything to be close to you 6. loving him is like driving a new maserati down a dead end street 7. the empathetic hunger descends 8. seeing you tonight... it's a bad idea, right? 9. is she friends with your friends? is she good in bed? 10. i got this one boy, & he won't stop calling 11. clandestine meetings & longing stares 12. losing him was blue / but loving him [is] red 13. don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you 14. you crashed my party & your rental cars 15. he never thinks of me, except when i'm on tv 16. this is me swallowing my pride 17. to kiss in cars & downtown bars 18. touch me while your bros play grand theft auto 19. i feel something when i see you 20. swimming in a champagne sea 21. my heart, my hips, my body, my love

2024 seats… ferrari: rintarou suna & kotarou bokuto red bull racing: hajime iwaizumi & tobio kageyama mercedes amg petronas: tooru oikawa & kiyoomi sakusa mclaren: atsumu miya & yuuji terushima  alpine (renault): shinsuke kita & aran ojiro aston martin: satori tendou & suguru daishou  kick sauber: shoyo hinata & tetsurou kuroo haas: lev haiba & akira kunimi williams: keiji akaashi & kenma kozume  visa rb (torro rosso): issei matsukawa & takahiro hanamaki  *some of these teams will be less relevant to the plot & won’t come up often

others… *other characters are most likely either mechanics, not involved, or sponsors. (ex: osamu miya’s onigiri miya is the largest contributing sponsor for mclaren in 2024) + kei tsukishima is a mechanical engineer for scuderia ferrari

taglist - CLOSED @satoruzlove @idlerin @akumakitsune21 @qualitygiantshoepsychic @dani-shitting-around @alienvarmint @reverie-starlight @tsukiran-blog @xbl00dy-r0s3x @universal-s1ut @koushisbabie @breakmyheartlater @phoenix-eclipses @ris-krispie @coyloves @2baddies-1porsche @girlkissersco @dontmindtheevie @yuzurins @reekapeeka @leave-rae-alone @usmell4 @noideawhothatis @moonlit-mizukage @thirtykiwis @highkey-fangirling @ast4rg1rl @razberrywrites @zamorazz @k0z3me  

[semiis]

their cuddle positions w/haikyuu

pairing: various x reader

genre: headcanons ; fluff

warning(s): none

a/n: this is an old post i uploaded on my hq blog from 2020. this was one of my favorites so I thought it was be nice to post it again. back then, i went with the ones i wrote for so i'm keeping it just the way it is. i’m really sorry if your favorite isn’t there. i hope you guys like them !!

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atsumu, ushijima, daichi ⥼ the sweetheart cradle. i personally think this would be his go to cuddling position. his arm wrapped around you, holding you close while he lays on his back, your head buried deep into his chest while you inhale the scent of his cologne. most definitely pats or strokes your head as a sign of comfort or whispers nothing but comforting words to you. 

suna, kageyama, tsukishima ⥼ the leg hug. i don’t know why, but this is definitely you guy’s go to. the two of you would be chilling on either one’s bed, sleeping, on the phone, playing games etc. while one of your legs are entangled together. it’s much more relaxing to him and you both get the physical contact you were craving from each other. 

oikawa, sugawara, kita, asahi ⥼ the honeymoon hug. oikawa loves the physical affection between you two and whenever he’s feeling touch starved this is his go to. the both of you are entwined together, holding the other tight, arms wrapped around each other - almost as if refusing to let go. his chin (or yours) is delicately propped up on top of yours. he can feel your breath against the crook of his neck and he adores it. sometimes find him or yourself peppering soft kisses on the other. 

bokuto, lev, yamaguchi ⥼ the spoon. he loves cuddling, especially when it’s with you. he mostly loves cuddling after a long day a practice when he’s beat and worn out.  he lives for having his arms securely around your torso while your back is pressed up against his chest. you would sometimes find his hands caressing your sides or arms and he’d be eager to leave the most tender kisses against the back of your neck. 

hinata, osamu, noya, tanaka ⥼ the butt pillow. you or him laying on your stomach while the other has their head propped up on your butt. also an easy way to tease his s/o. he loves it. the “best pillow in the room” and the only one you guys want to lay your head against. it’s common if he strokes/caresses your leg, might even draw an invisible heart on it. 

tendou, kuroo, iwaizumi, semi ⥼ the cradle. he enjoys when you're laying on top of him, legs on either side of his body, cradling him while his arms hold you firm against his chest. you listen to the sound of his heartbeat and almost find yourself falling asleep to the soothing, rhythmic sound. 

kenma, sakusa, akaashi ⥼ the lap pillow. he’s fond of laying his head in your lap and often finds himself doing it every time he comes over to your place and vice versa. play with his hair, stroke his cheek with your finger, boop his nose, bend over to place kisses on his face - all of them would make him melt. loves peering up at your face from that angle and admires just how attractive you are. 

© semiis 2024 ; do not translate, repost, modify, or copy my work.

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, yandere, stepcest

fem reader

Creep Step-bro – who steals the keys to your shared bathroom on account that you use too much time in there. He’ll barge in when you’re in the shower in the mornings to take a piss even though you squeal at him to get out. You’ll turn around to hide, still needing to wash out the shampoo from your hair, annoyed “ughs” and curse words leaving you – and he’ll sneak a snide look, watching the soapsuds and water run over the plump of your ass, glossy skin, perfect curve, down between your thighs and legs.

When you grab the towel, you sneer at him, “asshole,” before stomping out. He’ll shrug his shoulders, brushing his teeth with jaded eyes – casually pushing his hips forward against the sink, acting like he doesn’t have a boner he plans on rubbing out to the pretty picture of your wet naked body along with that cute scowl on your face.

You’re practically begging for it walking about the house in those little pajama shorts – so tiny he can see the crease of your cheek, so tight he can see the puffy outline of your cunt. Not to mention the loose tank top you wear with it. Sometimes without a bra on. The round of your soft titties going jump on every step you take.

Of course, he’s going to use any excuse to brush up against you. Coming behind you when you stand in the kitchen – prepping snacks for you and the gaggle of girlfriends held up in your room. He’ll push his crotch against the fat of your ass, pretending to reach for a bowl in the cupboard above you, and you’ll whine out something like “ew, gross, personal space-” but he’ll only savor the struggle even more – only raising his brow at you when you turn around with a strict pointer pressed up beneath his chin, telling him with a frown how he better not perv on any of your friends.

Shit- you’re so clueless…

Clueless as to how he robs your panties from the laundry bin and fucks the silky lace until they fray from his rough handlings – how he winds it so tight it strangles his cock, scrunching his face while imagining it’s your tight pussy before he blows his messy load into the dainty thing – loving the thought of you cluelessly walking around in them. 

Sure, it’s been washed since then, but still… 

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Shoto, Denki, Kirishima, Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Mahito, Geto, Gojo, Toji, Yuuta, Choso ♡ HQ – Kageyama, Kuro, Miya twins, Suna, Tendou ♡ CSM – Denji ♡ BLLK – Reo ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ DS – Sanemi

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[teamatsumu]

CRUSH (ushijima wakatoshi x reader)

summary: wakatoshi has a crush.

word count: 720

warnings: fem!reader, its all just fluff

tags: @keiva1000

Ushijima knows he has fans. He might be simple-minded and a little oblivious, but he’s not stupid.

He knows girls stare at him from the balcony during practice. And he can hear their giggling when he passes them in the halls. Tendou often calls him Shiratorizawa’s Golden Boy, which Ushijima wholeheartedly disagrees with, but never voices out loud. Tendou often says strange things. He doesn’t mind.

Ushijima doesn’t understand his popularity. Sure, he is a good player. The best ace in the prefecture. But most of these girls have no understanding of volleyball. So why are they spending hours upon hours in the stands, watching him play?

“They’re not watching the match, Wakatoshi-kun. They are watching you.”

Hm. Strange. His play is very consistent. Watching him do the same thing over and over has to get boring, especially when they aren’t watching for the sake of the game.

But then he sees you for the first time.

You are in his third year English class. In his three years of high school, Ushijima is sure he has never seen you before. Because if he had, there was no way he would forget you.

He is curious. And a little enamored by you.

You are, by all means, a regular girl. You sit on the same chair every day, bring your own bento instead of eating from the cafeteria. It is always wrapped in a pretty multicolored patterned cloth, done up in a knot on top. You have a small stuffed cat chain on the zipper of your backpack. And you wear your hair differently every day. Some days it is tied up, some days it is let down. And some days it is half-up and half-down. You have one pink bunny hairclip that you wear maybe once every two or three days that Ushijima thinks is very cute. Your uniform is always immaculate.

There are so many tiny details about you that Ushijima has learned, and he finally understands why girls would stay hanging over the gym balcony to watch him for hours, because he could watch you for hours too.

You are very smart, he could tell. You always answer correctly when the teacher would call on you, and he has glimpsed at your notes. Simple, but neat and easy to understand, just the way he likes it. There are no crazy colors and highlighters, and your handwriting is neat and beautiful, just like the rest of you.

You are also quiet. You have a select group of friends that you talk to, and while you are nice to anyone who interacts with you, you don't go out of your way to stand out. Again, Ushijima loves that. It seems he loved everything about you. All the minor details that make you a little bit more unique to everyone else.

When you show up at his game, he nearly loses his focus.

It in’t an important game by any means, just a practice match with another local university team. So why are you here? Have your friends dragged you along? Or are you here by your own volition? Ushijima feels how sweaty his palms are when he clenches his fists, and it surprises him.

Is he….. nervous?

Why? Because you are watching? How ridiculous. Ushijima has never once doubted his own strength, or his ability to win. How could your presence alter that? The thought annoys him, and he is determined to prove that you being here would not be a hindrance to his play.

Turns out, he needn't have worried. It seems your presence had sharpened his senses more than ever. Shiratorizawa won in straight sets, and of the 50 points they scored, 39 had been from Ushijima’s hand.

“You were on fire today, Wakatoshi-kun.” Tendou comments as the final whistle rings. Ushijima unintentionally glances at you in the stands, cheering for the team. Cheering for him.

His heart is beating a mile a minute, and he doesn’t think it is because of the game he had just played. He hears Tendou let out a dreamy sigh.

“Ah, the miracles of having a crush.”

He feels his lips tick up in a tiny smile as he throws a towel over his shoulders. Tendou is wrong. Ushijima doesn’t think he has a crush.

He thinks he is in love.

[dira333]

Not what it looks like - Tendou x Reader

this was just spur of the moment, I don't think I captured him in all his glory, but enjoy... Haikyuu taglist: @lees-chaotic-brain

“What do you think Tendou’s girlfriend is going to be like?”

Your whole body locks up at the sound, or rather, the question being asked. 

“Well, she’s French, right? So she’s probably really arrogant. Pretty too.”

“What? You think he got himself a model? No way.” Laughter rings out, shaking you out of your state.

You get up from your chair, unsure where to go next. To the restrooms or -?

“Ah,” a friendly face smiles down at you, “We’re here to meet our friends. Table for ten? Semi, did Tendou say who the table was saved under?”

Your eyes flicker to the person behind him. He’s just as tall, with long, fair hair. 

“No,” Semi says, looking at you. “The table might be reserved under Tendou Satori, or Ushijima Wakatoshi.”

“Or Shiratorizawa,” another voice calls out behind them, “Sorry Guys, my shift change ran late.”

You’re unable to talk, but you point at the table behind you. There’s a little sign on it clearly stating it as “reserved for Shiratorizawa”.

“Ah, nice.” The first guy slips out of his coat and hands it to you. “Could you hang that up? That would be nice.”

“She’s a hostess, Goshiki, not your personal servant,” Semi chides behind him but you shake your head, glad to have a reason to get out of the way.

“Oh, it’s okay? Well, in that case-” He and the third guy follow suit and you trudge over to the coat rack to hang them up.

While there, a few other guys address you, all of them asking for the Shiratorizawa table.

You can’t help but glare down at your black and white costume that had looked so nice and fashionable at home. Now it only made you look like the hostess of a semi-expensive restaurant.

Maybe you could still go home and change your outfit? Surely no one would miss you for the next half hour until they were all caught up?

“Baby?” Your body locks up again only to relax when you realize Satori’s alone.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He pulls you into his arms, smoothing one hand over your back. “You look sad, everything okay?”

“I look like a waitress,” you whine low in your throat, unable to explain the extent of what just occurred.

“A very sexy waitress,” he points out, squeezing your hips.

“Not funny,” you say and you immediately feel how he leans over a bit to drop a kiss on the top of your head.

“Can I go home and change my outfit?” You ask after he’s swayed you left and right for a minute or so. “You can just say French people are always late or something like that.”

“That would be racist and wrong. Tell me what happened, chouchou.” 

You sniffle a little at the pet name but tell him nonetheless. He snickers into your hair when you’ve finished.

“They’re going to look so dumb when I introduce you to them.”

“They thought I was a waitress.”

“Yeah, because you’re so hot they didn’t think I could rizz you up.”

“Tori,” you chide, though already giggling softly, “If anything I don’t know how I got you.”

“Easy,” he hums, “just being yourself.”

-

It’s getting late. Over several courses - and multiple glasses of wine - your anxiety has lost its bite. But so has your focus. You’re leaning heavily into Satori, listening to a story Goshiki tells you, but you can barely follow along.

“And then I smacked the ball and it went WHAM across the court.” He says, finishing the story.

You clap your hands softly to show you listened, but you’re not really sure what this was all about.

He doesn’t seem to mind, however, grinning from one ear to the other.

“Tired?” Satori asks, lips pressed against your ear.

“Mhm,” you nod, blinking.

“You want a coffee before we leave?” He teasingly digs his teeth into your earlobe and you snort at the tickling sensation.

“No, I’m fine. I want to be able to sleep tonight.”

“Oh?” You can basically hear the waggling of his eyebrows so you lightly slap his thigh.

“What are you talking about?” Shirabu asks from across the table. “French makes it sound like you’re having intense bedroom talk.”

“Maybe we are,” Satori teases but you shake your head. You don’t want them to think wrong of you.

“You wanna go home right now?” Satori asks, loud enough that the others can hear him.

You immediately shake your head.

“No, no, we can stay a bit longer.”

Instead of dropping the topic Satori pulls you onto his lap, snuggling his face into your neck.

“You sure?” He asks again, quieter this time. “Because if I have to listen to Goshiki recap his latest game one more time-”

You can’t help but snort, but shake your head again. 

“Fine,” he huffs, “But you’re staying where you are.”

And you’re fine with that, cuddled against his warm chest, one arm holding you close, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

-

At one point you must have fallen asleep because when wet, sloppy kisses wake you, you’re no longer sitting in the restaurant, but on the side of your bed.

“What happened?” You ask, groaning and giggling into the kisses.

“Well, you fell asleep and did that adorable little snore you do so I just had to take you home and tuck you in. You didn’t even wake up when Goshiki dropped his wallet on the floor.”

“Did you carry me into the car and all?” You ask, tired brain slow on the uptake.

“Of course. And up the stairs. Yamamoto-san says hi by the way.”

“That’s so embarrassing,” you groan, but you’re not able to hide your face in your hands, Satori still clinging to you like Velcro, nudging your cheek with his nose.

“Not embarassing. Cute. Really cute. Like everyone would want you for themselves cute.”

“You had too much wine,” you tell him, dragging your hands through his short hair. “I love you.”

“Love you more.”

“Love you most.”

“Dang it,” he chuckles, “Tricked me.”

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[ushouldwatchhaikyuu]

Could you make headcanons abt a confident!chubby!poc!reader. Like when i search up haikyui x chubby reader all i get are hurt comfort stories about being insecure, and like everyone gets insecure but it gets to the point where people think everyone who isnt built like a coke bottle hates themselves 🙄. AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE ONES MADE FOR POC!!! Cause why are they all so stereotypical?! Like just because im black doesn’t mean im sexy redds clone😭🙏🏽.

Anyways back to the main plot🤭. I was thinking like reader with a style that has y2k/mcbling aspects (lowrise jeans, crop tops, chunky jewlery, etc) and is super bubbly. And back to he chubby thing, like ok. When i read x chubby readers, its always like fat ass and a lil bit of tummy, which is fine cause some people are built like that but not a lot🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️. Like i have thighs, big boobs(pray for my spine🫡🙏🏽😭) and tummy, but I also have hipdips that dig into my butt bro. So like yea🧍🏽‍♀️. Haikyuu headcanons (you can pick the characters you think will fit🫶🏽) x confident!chubby!poc! reader

(i apologize for the yap session i have lots of opinions on this topic)

Chubby!POC!Reader x Haikyuu Headcanons

ft: literally like half the team members of all the main teams

warnings: cussing

oh pal dw about it lmfao i get what u mean!! i hope these hcs satiate ur cravings 👍

since u didn't ask for any specific characters i just came up with a few hcs that i think could apply to multiple characters lol

credits: divider .

He lowkey likes it when people look at his partner and assume he can't carry them, but then he just goes "oh yeah? lemme just-" *picks u up and puts u on his shoulder without a single hint of struggling* 👍

Ushijima, Bokuto, Kuroo, Atsumu, Sakusa, Iwaizumi (but he wouldn't say it outloud lmao).

Can't pick you up? No problem, they wanna be the ones getting picked up anyways.

Yachi, Yamaguchi, Kenma, Tendou (u cant convince me he doesnt like getting picked up)

Can't pick you up? unacceptable. They're begging your forgiveness and spending hours at the gym until they can do it. Just give them a few months.

Nishinoya, Hinata, Hoshiumi, Kageyama, Terushima, Levi.

Became an absolute pro at finding your exact foundation shade. Like, has your exact match pinned down. Could just look at a foundation color and go "yeah that's their shade". Some may think it's a bit weird, but honestly it's so helpful sometimes.

Ushijima's autistic ass, Tsukishima, Sugawara, Asahi, Yachi, Sakusa and Osamu maybe?

Gets so excited over fashion, makeup, jewelry and all that stuff. Goes shopping/thrifting with you, pays for your nails and is very enthusiastic whenever you ask for their opinion on your outfits. Also lets you give them makeovers sometimes. They will absolutely serve cunt if you ask them to.

Hinata, Nishinoya, Atsumu, Yamaguchi, Tendou, Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa, Yachi, maybe Levi lmao. Hot take but Ushijima would absolutely do it too.

Does encourage your passions and interest and stuff but their sense of fashion is that of a rock. If rocks wore crocs with socks. Still go shopping with u tho and they make up for their lack of advice by paying for all ur stuff. They spoil u so fricking much.

Tsukishima, Kageyama, Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Suna, Daichi, Sakusa, Ennoshita, Kenma.

Paints/writes/does photography and will make the most beautiful jaw dropping mouth watering gorgeous absolutely stunning works of art portraying you in such a beautifully realistic way. They get your colors and shapes and curves so perfectly well, it's incredible– it shows just how much attention they pay to every little detail about you, and how much they love all of it.

Daichi, Asahi, Ushijima, Osamu, Ennoshita, Sakusa, Yamaguchi, Yachi, maybe Kageyama.

[cherrye]

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?)

bunny (s)

tendou satori x f!reader

cw: fingering, bunny as petname, drool, crying, teasing, cum-eating…

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. “you sound so good, bunny. are you sure you still wanna do this?” he asks, long fingers circling your bud.

“yes tendou please~” 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. “ok, anything for my bunny.” 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.

“patience, bunny. wanna make sure you’re already dripping for me before i touch you there.” 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.

“i want none of that, hm? let me hear those beautiful noises, bunny.”

he ran a finger down your clothed slit, groaning from how wet you were. “already making a mess for me, such a good girl”. your eyes were squeezed shut, not wanting to feel humiliated from the sight of the mess you’ve already made down there.

pulling your panties off you, his large hands caress your inner thighs, squeezing so close where you need him most.

“mmm, your cunt looks so pretty, bunny” 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. 

“please tendou, just touch me already” you whined, hips bucking up.

“stay still, bunny. and i am touching you, see?”, he teases, his free hand pushing your hips down while the other still touches your cunt, avoiding your clit and hole. “i wanna hear you beg for it, bunny. can you do that for me?”

your face flushed even redder than before, looking him straight in the eyes before pleading. 

“please touch my clit and my pussy, tori.”

“such a good girl for me.” 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, couldn’t 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.

“oh g-god, tendou please! kiss me please,” 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.

“you look so pretty like this, bunny. legs spread out for me, your slutty pussy creaming around my fingers.” he coos before pecking a kiss on your lips. “although 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?”

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.

“wanna cum, i w-wanna cum, baby. please let me cum!” 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.

“you sound so beautiful, bunny. c’mon, cum for me. cum for me like the good bunny that you are” 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. 

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.

“you taste so good, bunny. c’mere”, 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. “i’m sorry, bunny. i’ll be quick, hm?” 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.

“thank you, tori. i love you.” you whisper as you pull away, foreheads resting on each other. 

“thank you for trusting me, darling. i love you too.”

likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated so much!

[cottonlemonade]

He Sings For You

word count: 662 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: Semi x chubby!Reader (feat. Tendou)

genre: fluff

warnings: some smoochin’

synopsis: you ask your boyfriend for a lullaby and he is shy

Someone (Tendou) had the really smart idea of watching a horror movie that evening and now you awkwardly squished your pillow in front of your chubby tummy as your boyfriend’s roommate gathered his bedding to migrate to the common room couch for the night.

“I’m sorry!”, you called meekly after him but Semi was already closing the door.

“Shall we?“ He gestured to his bed - you could tell he must have cleaned up the room in a hurry after your text a few minutes ago. A pair of volleyball shoes was squished in the door of his wardrobe as if having been flung in there, the sleeve of a hoodie stuck out of the hamper and the new duvet cover was inside out.

You got comfortable and felt the mattress dip behind you when he slipped in as well, immediately pulling you into a hug.

“Do you want to leave the desk lamp on, babe? So the monsters don‘t getcha?“, he chuckled and you poked him.

“No, but I wouldn‘t say No to a lullaby, please?“

“Oh babe no, don‘t do this to me.“

"Just one song, please~"

You rested your hands on his chest, pleading with him in a hushed voice.

He couldn't stop grinning at your cute whining but his ears turned red and he shook his head vehemently.

"You do realize I hear you sing every other day.", you pointed out. When you started dating and even before that already, Semi had always - not so casually - asked if you wanted to come to band practice (so he could show off to you).

"But that's different. That's when I’m all warmed up and the mic settings soften the impurities and..." He fluttered a hand through the air, signifying a complicated process.

"As if.", you pouted, "Please, please, please."

"Jesus Christ, just sing for her, will you!", Tendou’s voice sounded from the room next door.

Semi hid his blushing face under the bunny plushie you had won for him at an arcade on your first date.

"See? Even Tendou wants you to sing."

"God no, I just want this conversation to be over and go back to sleep." you heard the other boy grumble.

You had to suppress a giggle in Semi’s shirt and he groaned into the bunny.

"Fine. One song. But you'll have to pay for it, baby.” he grinned and cocked a brow suggestively.

You complied, leaning in to kiss him. You drew back expectantly.

"Bit more." he smirked. You rolled your eyes and kissed him again, running your fingers through his shower damp hair, feeling tingles on your neck were his hand softly pressed you closer to him. He hummed satisfied into the kiss, giving your lower lip a quick playful pull with his teeth.

"Disgusting."

"Jealous!", Semi called back through the wall.

He cleared his throat, trying to look anywhere but you. He swallowed hard and his ears, if possible, turned even redder. And he started to sing. You weren't even surprised that he picked the perfect song. Your song. The one he had used to confess to you.

You felt his chest vibrate ever so slightly when he held a note, his lips so inviting but you were too fascinated to break the song. His fingertips grazed your soft bare arms while he continued. Getting a little more confident by your looks of admiration, his voice got a little stronger and it became increasingly difficult not to kiss him again.

During the last chorus however you couldn't take it anymore. You rolled yourself on top of him and started to kiss his neck while he soldiered on through the song, his hands now slowly wandering along the sides of your body and resting on your pudgy hips. His breath caught a slightly when you kissed his collarbone and you could feel his heart beating faster now. As soon as he had finished he found your lips.

"That last one was so off, dude!"

"Shut up!"

[cactus-stories]

妖怪 - Satori Tendou x Fem!Reader

Angst and Fluff || Fem!Reader || Chapter 3: 2.1k words || Read it on AO3

Chapter 1: Posted here

Chapter 2: Posted here

You were almost at the door frame, when you heard a voice calling you from a few feet behind you.

»»————-   ♡   ————-««

Turning around, you were surprised to see your red-headed classmate stand a few feet away, a small box in his hands, wrapped in red lace, making a cute little bow, and eyes focused on you. You cocked your head inquisitively, watching as he extended the box in your direction.

To an outsider, he probably looked pretty nonchalant about the whole thing, his face not giving away any clear expression, one hand in his pocket while the other held the box. But the area around his fingers was starting to crumple slightly, his knuckles white with how hard he was holding it. You couldn’t help but find it really cute.

Smiling shyly at him, you took a step closer, taking the box from him, watching as his posture relaxed, his hand coming back to rest next to his body and a quiet sight leaving his lips. He opened his mouth after a moment, words almost getting out, when you both heard a snicker coming from behind him.

“Aww, how cute! The Youkai has a crush!” the fakely sweet voice made your blood boil.

You noticed his hand trembling slightly, his face coming back to that blank expression and mouth closing again, staying silent as the sound of other people whispering around them became louder. You had no idea what to do, but you knew that, if you kept acting so shy, Tendou would get the wrong idea, and you didn’t want to hurt him.

Looking at his face again, he still had no discernible expression, but you could almost feel how hard it was for him to keep his composure. Mustering all of your courage, you took a deep breath, doing your best to ignore everyone around and do what you’ve wanted to do for a while now.

“Thank you, Tendou!” stepping forward, you hugged him tightly, resting your head on his chest and hearing his heartbeat fast in your ear. “I love it!”

He hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, relaxing into your touch, his features softening as he rested his head on top of yours, not entirely sure of what to do. You didn’t expect this to go as well as it did, but Tendou was surprisingly comfortable to hug, his warmth spreading to you and a soft smell of cocoa and cologne hitting your nose.

Hearing someone cleaning their throat, you separated in a rush, turning around to see your teacher watching the display of affection with a serious look on her face. Suddenly, the presence of your classmates around you was very noticeable, and you felt the heat rush to your cheeks.

You shot Tendou a quick smile and muttered a “talk to you later!”, getting inside the classroom and going to your seat in a hurry.

Neither of you dared to look at each other during class, him tracing his fingers slightly over the drawings on his desk, pretending to pay attention to the teacher, while you softly fidgeted with the ribbon, trying to contain a smile when you remembered the way he lit up after you guys hugged.

When lunch finally comes around, you find yourself unsure of what to do, slowly taking your lunch box out of your backpack and gathering your sketchbook and pencil case. You notice one of your sketches from yesterday still unfinished, grabbing a pencil and putting some details on the drawing of the volleyball team’s setter.

A knock on your desk makes you look forward, startled, seeing Tendou at the desk in front of you, sitting backwards on the chair with a smirk on his face.

“Semi-semi is gonna be honoured to know he’s your muse.” he gets up, unintentionally towering over you. “Wanna show it to him? I’m pretty sure he’s at the cafeteria right now.”

“W-What?!” you almost drop your pencil, looking at your sketch. “He’s not my muse, just… fun to draw…” it comes out as a mumble, face already heating up.

“Well, I think he’ll enjoy it either way, he’s already noticed you draw him anyways so-” the redhead shrugs, motioning with his head.

“He did?!” you get up, hugging your sketchbook, anxious. “I hope he doesn’t find it weird. I-I don’t draw only him though!”

Satori laughs, watching as you put away your sketchbook and lunchbox yet again, looking at him expectantly. You guys leave the classroom, various sets of eyes looking as you walk towards the cafeteria, unsure of what to do or what to say.

“So… you’ve been drawing on my desk, right?” he asks, leaving you speechless for a second. “Oh god, please tell me I’m not mistaken, that’d be so embarrassing!”

“No no, it was me, yeah!” you wave your hands in front of you, smiling lightly. “You seemed to like Shounen Jump, and your desk is always scribbled anyways, so it seemed like a nice idea.”

“Well, it was. A nice idea, that is.” Tendou smiled back. The both of you reached the team’s table at the cafeteria, receiving some curious glances. “Hey guys!”

“Hey, Tendou, mind introducing us to your friend?” the silver-haired setter asked, smiling at you. “I’m Semi Eita, nice to meet you.”

“That’s artist-chan! You know, the one who watches us play!” you waved at them, shyly. “She’s gonna sit with us today, scooch over, will ya, Ushi?”

The atmosphere was a bit weird, you didn’t know what exactly to do or who to talk to, but soon enough Semi started talking about a show he had watched the other day, and you listened curiously as the team debated whether it was worthy of watching or not. It was fun overall, and you even let out a few laughs here and there, a beaming Tendou next to you, chatting excitedly with his friends and occasionally checking on you to see if you were having fun.

Before you knew it, the bell rang and people started rushing back to class. You got up slowly, looking over at Tendou, who waited for you to finish cleaning up after yourself, and following him to your classroom. Before the both of you got in, the boy put a hand on your shoulder, averting his eyes.

“Hey, do you wanna walk to the dorms together later?” He looked nervous, but still tried to be confident. “I mean, you’re gonna watch us practice anyway, I might as well keep you company afterwards.”

“Sure!” you smiled, entering the classroom with him by your side. “I’ll meet you there.”

He smiled back at you and went to his seat. The boy seemed content with the situation, and not even the weird stares could taint his good mood, and you could hear him humming a tune until the teacher came in.

»»————-   ♡   ————-««

Tendou was ecstatic, but also freaking out on the inside, and he could only hope you didn’t notice how nervous he felt. Classes passed in a second, and he found himself in the changing room of the gymnasium, teammates chatting excitedly about the pretty girl that had lunch with them earlier.

“I told you she was into you! Man, you’re a lucky guy, Tendou.” Semi patted him on the back, various approving nods from the rest of the group

 following his words. “So, what do you plan on doing now? Any date ideas?”

“Leave it to me, Semi-Semi!” man, if feigning confidence was a sport, Tendou could be an olympic athlete. “I know just what to do!”

Practice was great, he was in a great mood the whole time, his blocks were on time, and he had a pretty girl watching him. Ushijima offered to do his part of the chores so he could leave earlier, and the redhead jumped at the opportunity, thanking his friend a million times before heading to the bleachers to meet his classmate.

“Drew any nice pictures of me?” the boy joked, looking at the sketchbook on the girl’s lap. “Ushiwaka looks really cool in that one!”

“I thought you guys cleaned the court after practice?” the girl questioned, closing the sketchbook and getting up, with a curious look.

“Yeah, but I got permission to leave early so I could take this pretty girl I saw on the bleachers to her dorm.” he smiled, watching as she averted her eyes, embarrassed. “Speaking of it, we should get going before it gets too dark.”

She nods, gathering her stuff and looking at him expectantly. They leave the gym, setting a slow pace after a few seconds of awkward silence, before Satori decides to strike a conversation.

“So, what made you start coming to volleyball practice in the first place? You don’t really strike me as the sporty type.”

“Oh, it’s kind of a funny story.” she smiled, fidgeting with the strap of her bag. “My best friend is on the volleyball team back in Johzenji, he begged me for weeks to come watch one of their practices, even bribed me saying he’d pay for me to get my tongue pierced with him if I did. So I went, and turns out volleyball players are great models for quick sketching.”

“Wait, what? You have a tongue piercing?” he looked at her, surprised. “That’s so cool, can I see?”

She stuck her tongue out, showing him the small piece of jewelry in the shape of a heart, before continuing. “Yeah, we got matching ones, but he changed his to a simpler one after one of the guys started calling him ‘Loverboy’. I thought it was silly, but it’s okay, it’s the thought that counts.”

Satori laughed, watching as the girl stopped on her tracks, seemingly noticing something on the corner of her eye, turning her head towards the vending machine near the path they were taking.

“You wanna stop and grab a snack?” Satori asked, receiving an enthusiastic nod from the girl, before she grabbed his hand and started leading him to the machine.

“I saw they got the new greet tea kit kats, I really wanna try them!” she smiled, seemingly unaware of the boy next to her tensing up.

It wasn’t more than ten seconds, but the redhead felt his heart skip a beat, the warmth in his hand clinging even after the girl had let go, making him blush and avert his eyes, until he noticed her calling him.

“Which one do you want?” she tilted her head slightly. “The passion fruit ones are great too, and they seem like they’d be your style.”

“W-Well if you say so, I’ll have to try them. You want the green tea ones, right? My treat!” Before the girl could protest, he was already pushing a few notes on the slot, pressing a few buttons.

“Hey! You already got me chocolates today!” She took the chocolate from him. “How am I gonna show my gratitude now?”

“You can pay me back by holding my hand again while we walk to the dorms, I’d say that’s a fair trade.” Where did that come from? The boy was already regretting his words, startling as the girl held his hand, smiling at him.

“Well that’s pretty easy to do..” the warmth came back with full force, his face definitely beet red by now. “By the way, those were the best chocolates I’ve ever had! Where did you get them?”

“O-Oh, I… made them myself. It’s a-a hobby of mine…” he stuttered, still focused on how their hands fit nicely together.

“You did?!” she turned to him, chocolate in hand. “Tendou, that’s amazing! You’re really really talented!”

Before they realized, the two teenagers were in front of the girls’ dorm. The girl looked back at the building, sighing, before turning back to the redhead, a small smile on her face, hand still comfortably intertwined with his.

“Today was really nice, Tendou. Thank you, for the chocolates and for the company.”

“I should be the one thanking you, for everything, really.” he let her hand go, nodding his head towards the building. “Goodnight, artist-chan. See you tomorrow?” the redhead did his best not to sound too hopeful, his insecurities still keeping him from asking for more attention from the girl.

“See ya!” Getting on her tiptoes, the girl gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, before turning around and getting inside the building, keychains jingling with each step.

He put a hand to his cheek, savouring the moment, the image of the girl burned into his mind, and a stupid smile on his face. And, for the first time in a long time, his walk back to the dorms felt like walking on air.

@zbops @megumuro @adnamaya

(I tried to tag everyone who interacted with it back in the day, hope it's okay with you guys!! I AM SO SORRY IT HAS BEEN 3 YEARS LMAOOOO)

[beholdenlie]

tendou satori headcanons #1

fandom: haikyuu!!

characters: tendou satori x reader

tags: relationships, dating, some fluff to make me feel better

author's note: I entered my Haikyuu!! era for the first time a couple months ago and still haven't recovered.

before you two started dating, tendou wasn't shy about letting you know his feelings. if he saw you from across a crowded hallway, he'd yell your name and wave his arms around (one time he accidentally hit ushijima in the face). after a while, you stopped being embarrassed about it, and was equally as excited to see him.

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when you're having a bad day, chocolate somehow always ends up mysteriously appearing in your locker.

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tendou loves when you attend his volleyball matches. even though he's never obvious about it, you catch him sneaking glances up at you from the bench.

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super down for public displays of affection. whenever tendou walks you to class (which is always), he's got an arm constantly slung around your shoulder or he's holding your hand (when he's not helping you carry your books or bag). he'll give you a quick peck on the cheek before leaving and saves the more spicy stuff for later when you two are alone.

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tendou's favorite place to take you on dates is the local ice cream shop. you go there every friday and share a giant, chocolate-dipped waffle cone filled with chocolate ice cream and ALL. THE. TOPPINGS.

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tendou hates seeing you cry, but offers you his shoulder whenever you need it. after you've had a good cry, he'll cuddle and watch funny videos or your favorite anime with you until you're smiling and laughing again.

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tendou definitely loves teasing you, but his jokes are never mean spirited. he's just trying to get you to laugh.

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[oh-katsuki]

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 — 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: 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: 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 streetlight’s dim glow through the back window of his car and the roll of your hips across his. You’re panting like an animal and there’s nothing in the car but the quiet sound of breath and whines.  

An hour ago he’d 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. He’d pulled up in front of your house, you got into the car, and Satori drove away. Somehow, he’d 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. 

You’re fucking him in has backseat and he’s leaned somewhat uncomfortably against the backdoor. Your legs are on either side of him, back hunched forward, and you’re using one of your hands to brace yourself on the window, the other on his chest. 

There’s no real goal to this besides making you cum. He’s not going to toy around or play, and he doesn’t 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? He’s not all too sure, but he knows that he feels it, his fingers digging into the soft flesh on your hips. 

You whine, letting your head fall forward as you rock the car, hand slipping on the fog covered window. It’s 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. 

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 he’s in pain. 

“All right,” he grits out, his fingers digging into your hips. “Come here.” 

You push your body against his and Satori’s slender arms wrap around you, pulling you to his chest as he turns you over in the seat. It’s an awkward clamor of limbs and he slips out of you as he does, hissing at the loss of contact. 

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. 

Satori, at times, feels like he has some divine right to fuck you. It’s 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 he’s inside of you and when you let him have his way, he can’t help but feel that there are other forces at play. Divine ones. Universal forces that draw the two of you together. 

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 you’re finished, and he’d 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. 

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. It’s 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, he’d get indescribably jealous. 

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. 

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 it’s part of him. 

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 you’d left before. Random marks caused by the flexing of them, by your grasping for leverage as the movement of Satori’s body rocks your own. 

Your hips push up against his, heightening his pleasure as you chase your own and he drops his head to groan. It’s habitual, almost involuntary, and the movement of his finger pauses as he’s consumed by the feeling. 

“I fucking love this,” he says into the space between you, leaning forward to catch your mouth. 

You nod your response, moaning gently into his mouth as you part your lips. 

“Love fucking you,” he babbles. “It’s always good. Always so fucking good.” 

He’s not really thinking about what he’s saying. It comes to him in the moment and Satori runs his mouth. It’s 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. 

“You love fucking me?” you say, grabbing the back of his head and pulling it back down to you. “Only me?” 

There’s 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 isn’t all too ready to jump into bed with anyone else. It’s different with you, better because Satori can really let himself go and you’ll never misinterpret what he says. 

“You jealous?” he breathes. “If anyone here should be jealous, it should be me, you know?” 

He speaks through a sly grin that makes his words sound slurred and liquor-dipped. 

“Hah,” you huff, though it’s more of a pleasure-soaked whine than a response, “and what on earth would be making you jealous?” 

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. 

“You’re the one who’s got two,” he drawls, his lips curling up in a smile. 

It gives him a kind of satisfaction to know that, even though you’re casually seeing Bokuto, you’re still here with him. It sort of scratches this possessive itch in him, even if it’s a little perverse. 

He wouldn’t 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 you’re 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. 

That’s what he likes so much about you and your agreement. You don’t get caught up and when you say it’s just sex, you mean it. 

When you’re 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. There’s not much space to move around in here and Satori finds that he needs to keep his knees bent to properly fit like this. 

He’s 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. 

“Keep doing that,” you mumble. “It’s nice.” 

Satori doesn’t 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 you’re a little ticklish. 

“You’re fun to touch,” he comments, whispering the tease. 

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he says.

He’s a bit sleepy now and he’s 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. It’ll get cold in a bit and Satori will wrap his arms around you and pull you nearer under the guise of warmth. Yeah, that’ll be nice. He looks forward to it. 

Things get like this between you both sometimes. Quiet and calm, as if you could stay like that forever. Sometimes, he’s still inside of you when it does, cock warming between your legs as you drift quietly off into half-sleep. 

Satori looks at his hands over your back, turning them over. Moments ago, they’d 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. 

You stir, turning your head to rest your chin on his chest. Satori’s eyes drift down to you, exploring your features before they settle on your gaze. You don’t say anything, sitting there for a moment like you’re waiting for something. Then, Satori cranes his neck forward and kisses you. 

It’s 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 something—he’s not sure what—before watching as you push up on his chest into a seated position. 

“We should go eat,” you say bluntly, reaching forward to grab your underwear and jeans from where they’d been discarding in the backseat of his car. 

Satori pushes himself up on his elbows, seemingly in far less of a hurry than you are. “Worked up an appetite?” 

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 doesn’t dare move. 

“You know you’re my best friend, right?” You say, not sounding particularly insecure. 

“Sure,” he says, nodding his head. 

“Friend,” you emphasize and Satori’s eyebrows pull up. 

“Right,” he responds, “we’re real friendly.” 

You look at him over your left shoulder. Your expression is urgent, almost sad, and it gives your features a quality he’s seen before in tragic paintings. Maybe you’re a little tragic. Not just in expression, but as a person. Maybe both of you are. 

“I’m serious,” you say. 

“I know,” he says, a bit more insistent this time. “I am too.” 

It seems to Satori that you’re a bit more caught up in specifics. Sometimes, he’ll touch you and you’ll shy away, calmly warning him of the line that you’ve drawn so clearly between the two of you. To you, the line is far more important and you very seldom cross it. To Satori, it’s all the same. Touch is touch and sex is sex and he cannot tie strings that don’t 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? 

“So what I’m hearing is you don’t want a round two? Or six?” He cuts the tension deliberately, bored of the conversation. 

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. 

“Just put on your clothes already,” you say. “I’m hungry.” 

“Mmm, so that’s why we’re being weird and grumpy.” 

He leans forward with a grunt and you shake your head. Satori doesn’t even have his pants halfway up his thighs before you’re 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. 

“Woah, whatever happened to privacy?” He drawls and you look at him after opening the passenger door. 

“You’re quick to take your clothes off but so slow to put them on,” you comment. “It’s no wonder we can’t get anywhere on time.” 

Satori pulls his shirt over his head and climbs out of the car, walking to get into the driver’s seat. He doesn’t waste time starting the engine, rolling the back windows down to rid the car of any remaining condensation. 

“It’s not like we have a reservation for the convenience store,” he snorts. 

Satori drives a manual, beat up car. He’d bought it his senior year of highschool after getting a job for the remaining half of the semester that he wasn’t playing volleyball. It’s not a very pretty car, but Satori keeps it clean and in good enough condition, though he doesn’t drive very often. It usually stays parked in his apartment building’s 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. 

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 it’s connected to your phone. 

“What?” he says. “This your car now?” 

You toss him a sideways glance and laugh, refusing to comment. 

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. He’s strangely worried that if he does, your response will not be one that he likes. Ignorance is bliss after all. It’s a shame that Satori can’t be ignorant when it comes to you. 

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 doesn’t take long for him to have fit together the pieces of a puzzle you hadn’t even realized you’d given him. 

“You okay?” he says, tilting his chin in your direction. 

“Huh?” you turn to look at him. “Yeah, I’m completely fine. Just thinking is all.” 

“About?” He drags the word out. 

You shrug your shoulders, the corners of your mouth turning up in a delightfully false smile. “Nothing important, really. I’d tell you if it were.” 

Satori nods his head and turns his focus back to the road entirely. 

“Jeez, lighten up,” you laugh, throwing your head back against the headrest.

“I would if you didn’t have this expression on your face like you’re in some kinda drama,” he laughs. “Excuse me for giving a shit.” 

“Since when have you ever given a shit?” You say. The comment clearly isn’t meant to be harsh, but there’s a strange bite to it that Satori feels at the base of his head and neck. 

“You give me too little credit, doll,” he says. The words almost sound slippery and he pauses for a moment before asking again. “So what was it?” 

“Post-nut clarity?” You speculate, giving him a lopsided grin and effectively shutting down the conversation. 

“Oh, you’re beyond nasty,” he smiles and you shrug your shoulders in response. 

The lookout isn’t far off from the city and it’s only a short while before you’re 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. 

Satori feels that there’s something he’s not fully piecing together. There’s a piece of information that he doesn’t 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. 

—

The clock in Satori’s room reads 9:30 pm. It glows red, casting the side of his bed in a dim, hardly noticeable electronic glow. You’re sitting next to him by the window, wearing one of the outfits that he’s seen you in a million times. 

It’s 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. You’re 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 it’s something and he thinks the natural way you do it makes you look so casual in such a lovely way. 

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 isn’t 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. 

“Party started half an hour ago,” 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. 

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. 

“Do we have to?” He groans. “I’d much rather stay here and do… other things.” 

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. 

“Mmm,” you hum, taking the joint from him and hitting it quickly before extinguishing it on the window sill and setting down the remainder. “You always prefer that. It’s good to get out and make new friends, Satori.” 

You’re not chiding him. Your tone is actually rather light, almost as if you agree with him. 

Satori has never understood the importance of making new friends. Sure, there’s always people worth meeting, but he doesn’t 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. 

He’s not sure why you’re so insistent on spending time with anyone but him or the people you already know. It’s not that he judges you for it, but rather that he can’t seem to get where the desire comes from. There’s no need for anyone else in Satori’s little world and he’s perfectly content to sit here smoking this joint with you forever. It’s already interesting enough. 

“They’re always so boring though,” he says into your neck. “This is more fun.” 

Satori snakes his hand up your shirt, his cool hand coming into contact with your warm belly and chest. There’s no goal and the touch is casual, feeling you up like he’s done it a million times.

“I know,” you breathe, reaching into your shirt and pulling his hand from it. You momentarily interlock your fingers before letting go. “But I made some promises, so I gotta go.” 

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. 

“To Mr. Popularity?” He grins, his eyes heavy and low-lidded. 

“He’s got a name, you know?” You laugh.

Satori leans forward and makes a show of standing up. His limbs feel a little off-centered—a result of the weed, no doubt—and his brain feels fogged up in an almost blinding way. He can tell that he’s squinting and if he looked in the mirror, he’s certain that he’d find his eyes 

bloodshot. 

“Fine,” he says, grabbing his phone off of the nightstand and tucking it into his pocket. “Let’s go.” 

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. 

“But it’s only ‘cause I’m such a good friend,” he hums before letting go of you and smiling at the way you shiver and laugh at his touch. 

He’s 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. 

“Hey, by the way,” you say a few minutes later as you climb into the back of the cab with him, “I’ve got some friends from my major that’re gonna be there. A few of them want to meet you.” 

“Yeah?” He says, scrolling through his phone. “Girls?” 

“A few,” you say. Satori can feel that you’re looking at him, but he feels no real need to look up. “I think they’re mostly curious about who I hang out with all the time.” 

Satori snorts.

“‘Kay,” he says, “I’ll play nice.” 

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. 

“Any of your friends going?” 

Satori looks up from his phone at this, raising his small eyebrows and giving you a coy smile. 

“Oh come on,” he responds, “You know you’re my only friend.” 

You suppress a smile. 

“Oh right,” you say. “Those girls from the Pharmacology department aren’t your friends.” 

Satori just hums a noncommittal response. He hasn’t spoken to any of those girls in months. Not since soon after he’d started sleeping with you and lost interest in the rest of his toys. He wouldn’t be surprised if they’re upset with him the next time he sees them. After all, messages have gone unanswered and conversations have been dry. 

Don’t get him wrong. It’s not that he doesn’t think they’re not worth the time. It’s more like… well, it’s more like Satori isn’t really a good person and he doesn’t see the need to pretend that he is. Besides, most people know what they’re 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 don’t work out. 

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. He’s really quite affectionate, more so than a lot of the people he’s 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. 

Maybe it’s about control. There are certain rules and customs that Satori doesn’t quite like to abide by. The whole concept of dating and relationships, he thinks, is twisted by this perpetual idea of normalcy. What’s normal? There’s nothing normal about any of it because love makes people a little crazy. He knows that it would make him crazy. There’s an irritating aspect to courting and the chase which he particularly doesn’t like. This idea of coyness, of behaving in a way that is respectable to others, makes his skin crawl. 

He doesn’t appreciate other people’s way of playing the game and though he can’t pinpoint the exact reason, he knows that he’d rather not do it at all than phone it in. With you, he doesn’t 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 you’re 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 it’s because it’s not real, but any idea of normalcy—of rules—is out of the picture. Satori never stops to think about what’s appropriate, he just does what he wants and you let him. Well, you let him most of the time. 

He thinks that makes him a bit of a romantic, as odd as it sounds. It’s 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. 

—

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 he’ll get the sudden feeling that you are now two cogs, turning each other but never affecting the whole. 

To say that he’s 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 he’s unsure if that’s his own magnetism versus just being around you a lot of the time. You often tell him that he has a gravity about him. You’ve 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 you’d been only moments earlier. He’s not quite sure what that means, but he believes you. 

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 he’s been. Then, they give him a knowing smile as he shrugs his shoulders and grins at them. Short, like-minded exchanges that don’t extend past niceties.

Whoever’s house this is, it’s spectacular. For a college student to live in a place like this is unfathomable to Satori and he briefly wonders if it’s been rented out for the event. That’d be a lot of trouble to go through for a party they weren’t even charged for. Though, maybe he wasn’t charged because he’s with you. 

“Satori,” you call as you stand with a group of people, motioning your head for him to follow. He slinks away from the people he’d been conversing with in one fluid motion, coming to stand beside you. 

The people you’re 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. 

“These are the friends I told you about,” you say, introducing each of them in turn. 

“Literature majors?” He grins, tilting his head down as the corners of his lips curl. 

“Yup, you the photography major?” The girl with sunglasses, introduced as Yuki, speaks. Her voice is low and husky, and her gaze carries something guarded and judgemental. 

“Sure,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m Tendou, good to meet you.” 

Yuki doesn’t respond, interrupted by her friend. 

“We’ve heard a lot about you,” says another. Her name is Alice and you smile pleasantly when she talks. 

“Alice is an expat from Europe,” you say, almost impressed with the idea. 

Tendou grins a little, tucking his hands deep into his pockets. “And she’s a Japanese lit major?” 

“Expat is an extreme term to use,” Alice says through a small laugh before giving Tendou a rather pointed look. “I was raised here. Japanese is technically my first language.”

“Mm,” he hums. “So you’re a technical expat.” 

“Sure, whatever you wanna call it,” she laughs. 

Alice appears to be the most easy going out of the group and she doesn’t 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. 

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 doesn’t suit her at all. 

“How long have you two known each other? ____ says it’s been three years but I think they’re lying. They like to keep secrets, you know?” Keiko says. 

Satori laughs a little, his small eyebrows pulling up in the center. “Three years sounds about right.” 

“So you met in first year?” She tilts her head and takes a drag off the cigarette. 

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 that’s usually characteristic of the people you hang out with, him included. 

Satori only nods and Yuki laughs a little, rolling her head on her shoulders as she speaks. 

“How did that happen? You’re incompletely different majors.” 

“I wonder,” Satori hums, not really keen on rehashing the somewhat boring story. The truth of it is that when he’d started school, his major was undecided. He’d been indecisive about his future then, he still is, but he thinks that his indecisiveness isn’t really all that important to where they are now. 

Someone calls your name. It’s 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 he’s going to spill any. He doesn’t and you take two from his arms and hand one to Satori. 

He takes it and thinks for a moment about how subtly cruel it is to have the guy you’re sleeping with bring a drink to the other guy you’re sleeping with, not that he particularly cares about the logistics of it. If you notice the cruelty, you don’t show it, handing him the drink and then turning to Bokuto. 

“You’re back,” you say with a light smile. 

He shrugs his shoulders and smiles bashfully. “Someone wanted me to slap the bag, how could I say no?” 

The little one, Keiko, looks at Satori as she takes a drag off of her cigarette. Her eyebrows are pulled up a little, like she’s 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, he’s 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. 

She seems to be the only one of the three who obviously knows about Satori and you, and she’s probably the worst of them at keeping secrets. If the others know, they don’t 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 wouldn’t be a far off guess for him to assume that she also knows about their unique arrangement. 

“Oh, sorry!’ Bokuto says, as if a thought has just occurred to him. “I’m Bokuto!” 

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. Bokuto’s grip is tight, very firm and bordering on too firm. 

“Tendou,” he responds through an even smile, his eyes curled into crescent moons. 

“Oh!” Bokuto says, “You’re that friend of theirs!” 

Satori nods his head. “That’s what I’m best known as.” 

“I’ve heard a lot about you, man,” he says pleasantly and Satori is a bit perplexed by his reaction. 

Satori just grins at him through his eyelashes. He doesn’t 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. 

“Uh oh,” is all he says, shrugging his shoulders. 

Keiko giggles a little behind her hand and Satori’s eyes slink down to look at her. She’s covering her mouth with the back of her hand, almost like she’d suddenly hiccuped. Then, she smiles somewhat apologetically. 

“Sorry,” she says. “His reactions are funny.” 

“What’s so funny about ‘em?” Satori asks, teasing a little. Keiko definitely knows and Satori has found a new target for amusement. 

“Keiko thinks everything is funny,” Yuki says, nudging her friend a bit harshly with her elbow. Keiko doesn’t seem to mind this though. In fact, she blushes a little and Satori tilts his head at the perplexing response. 

Bokuto looks at this short exchange and then smiles broadly like he’s 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 he’s 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. 

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 he’s meant to be listening to it, so he hunches forward a little, still watching you and Bokuto from the corner of his eye. 

Your connection to Bokuto appears to be in the early stages and Satori feels simultaneously relieved and oddly unsettled. It’s obvious that there is something there, likely in the same way it’s 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. 

Unsure of why he’s so caught up in the image of it, he shakes out his shoulders and turns his attention to the girls in front of him. 

“I’m gonna go get another drink,” he says, interrupting the conversation with the tenor drawl. 

“You’ve got one in your hand,” says Yuki and Alice raises her eyebrows in response. 

“I don’t like beer,” he gives a sly grin. “But I’d hate to be rude to Bokuto over there.” 

“I’m sure he won’t take it too personally,” Alice offers, a grin creeping up on her features. 

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. 

You glance at him, your face a little too close to his. He can smell your breath, the cranberry vodka mix of it, and it’s warm against his face. Near intoxicating. Satori smiles lightly, pats your shoulder once, and then heads in the direction of the drinks inside. 

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 didn’t have another drink in mind. The beer actually suited him just fine, as he’s not particularly picky about what he drinks with the goal of getting drunk in mind. 

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 he’s 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 hadn’t left, he’s certain that he would have stuck his nose somewhere he’d regret. 

Keiko’s cigarette smoke clings to his clothes. He can smell it on the worn knit sweater he’s wearing, clinging to the thick stitches. Satori likes to smoke cigarettes occasionally and he doesn’t mind the smell all too much.

“Sorry,” someone says to him as they bump into him trying to slip past. 

Satori glances down at whoever it was. She’s 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. He’s seen it before. Then, as if horrifyingly aware that someone is watching her, she tilts her head up slightly. 

Big round eyes stare back at him, wide and anxious as if she’s 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. 

“Did I spill something? I’m so sorry,” she starts, glancing around to see if he’d gotten any drink on his clothes. He hadn’t. Satori’s drink still sits comfortably in his cup. He shakes his head and she stares up at him. 

It’s like he’s watching a deer caught in headlights and his lips turn up a little. It’s 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 she’d been going in previously. 

“Hey,” he calls after her, his voice barely loud enough for her to hear over the music. She turns around slowly. 

“What?”

Her voice is high pitched and timid, the kind that almost makes you feel bad for speaking to her at all. 

“You’re in some of my classes, right?” 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. 

“Maybe?” She says, like she’s unsure of saying anything definitive. 

“You are,” he confirms with a sly grin. “You usually sit by the back right?” 

“Oh,” she says, her eyes growing wider as she tilts her head. “You’re the guy with those pictures of that person in bed.” 

Satori laughs a little, looking at her with his head tilted down. “So that’s my legacy.” 

“Not that it’s bad!” She says defensively. “Just memorable.” 

Satori nods a little. 

“Your name is Yachi, right?” He tilts his head and he can see that it makes her nervous that Satori knows her name. 

“Uh, yup!” She nods. “And you’re…..” 

The girl trails off, her face turning red at the fact that she can’t remember his name. 

“Tendou,” he concedes, “Satori.” 

“Ah, right,” she blushes and glances at her shoes. 

Yachi has an interesting air about her. Satori can tell that she’s 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. She’s small and a bit plump in the way that sweet girls can be, and she’s 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. 

“You don’t seem like the party type,” he grins. 

“I’m not,” she deflates, her shoulders slumping forward. She seems relieved that someone has noticed and taken pity on her. “I’m here for a friend.” 

Satori glances behind him. Through the doors, he can see you talking to Bokuto on the veranda. Your friends have wandered off and you’re alone with him, leaning against the bannister and smiling as Bokuto speaks animatedly about something. 

“Me too,” he offers, turning back to her. 

Yachi glances around Satori’s body, following where his gaze had been. 

“Is that the person from the pictures?” She asks, her lips pinched together. 

Satori doesn’t answer and just gives her a knowing look. Yachi’s face turns bright red and she glances at him and then the ground, mumbling an apology. He doesn’t really think she needs to apologize. Satori doesn’t really care if people know he takes pictures of you, but he’s not sure if you’d like for everyone to know that you’re the person in them. 

Yachi looks at him like she’s waiting for him to say something else. Her mouth is slightly dropped open, revealing the bottom of two large front teeth. He hasn’t really got anything else to say, so he just motions his head in the direction she’d been walking in. 

“Your friends are probably waiting,” he grins, getting the distinct impression that she’d wanted to speak to him longer. 

“Oh!” She says. “Right! Sorry! Uhm, nice to formally meet you! Sorry again!” 

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 she’d been holding. The dark-haired girl slaps his stomach and takes the drinks from Yachi with a gentle smile. 

Satori has never seen those people before, save for Yachi, and he marvels for a moment about how there are people in this world he’ll 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 he’d had to begin with. Satori isn’t uncomfortable being alone and it really isn’t long before he’s 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 he’d come to the party with in the first place. 

— 

It’s a long while before he sees you again and by the time he does, Satori is thoroughly hammered. He’d kept the drinks coming and whatever smoke people offered him, he’d 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. It’s probably why Semi kept passing him the joint, not particularly worried about Satori’s well-being. Besides, if Satori didn’t want anymore, he’d stop. To him, his limits are very clear cut. 

“Hey,” you tap him on the shoulder and he turns his head up toward the sky to find you looking down at him. 

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. 

“I wondered where you ran off to,” you say. “You ready to head out?”

Satori’s 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 you’ve had far too much to drink or you’ve been sucking a little too much face. He frowns, reaching up to touch the side of your cheek. He looks like he’s going to say something romantic. 

“I don’t know,” he says through the goofy grin that creeps onto his face, “I haven’t stood up in about an hour. I’m worried I’ll fall.” 

You laugh, crouching down. “You won’t fall.” 

“Will you catch me if I do?” He says leaning forward, his smile slick and completely conscious of what he’s doing. 

Goshiki whistles behind him and you offer an apologetic and somewhat embarrassed look to both him and Semi. 

“Sure, Satori,” you say. “Now get up, we’re heading back.” 

Satori laughs a little and gets to his feet. He’s actually quite stable and when he tucks his hands into his pockets, he thinks that he probably doesn’t look any different from how he would if he were on campus. 

He tilts his head to look at you, examining further the state that you’re in. He doesn’t like that he can tell that you’ve been with someone tonight. It makes him feel unusually needy and somewhat jealous. He hates even more that he knows who it is. 

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. 

“We getting a taxi?” He drawls. 

This behavior isn’t 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 he’s probably made you a little wet.

“My place?” He asks, a little needier than he’d intended. 

You let out a loud laugh, pulling him away from your body and holding him by the shoulders. “Duh, all of my stuff is there.” 

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 you’ve 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. 

You stare out of the window, leaning your head against the glass. Maybe it’s to keep yourself from getting carsick, he’s not sure, but he watches you anyway. You yawn lightly, making a soft sound at the back of your throat. 

“Tired?” He asks, resisting the urge to reach across the seat and touch you. He always gets touchy when he’s like this. 

“Mhm,” you nod. “It’s bedtime soon.” 

Satori chuckles a little. “Seems to me like you’ve already been in bed.” 

You narrow your eyes at him, your mouth open in an incredulous laugh. “What’s it to you?” 

Satori thinks that’s a stupid question and just closes his eyes and grins a little, settling into the seat and leaning his head to the side. 

“Nothing at all,” he responds with a hum. 

He can feel you looking at him, but he doesn’t 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. 

It was dumb of you to ask what it matters as if he doesn’t fuck you three times a week. Even the least sensitive of people could see that. He’s 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. That’s just as well, he may fall asleep too. What matters is that he gets up when the cab pulls up to his apartment, where he’ll take you inside and tuck you into his bed. You’ll spend the night and leave in the morning, apologizing briefly for the intrusion, and then you’ll call him over later in the week when you need it. When you’re wet between the legs and aching, desperate for him to touch you. When it’s over, you’ll tell him he can’t stay for long. Satori, being Satori, won’t even dream of asking to. 

[gatitties]

Kidnapped

Manager Miniseries

─ Aoba Josai x fem!reader + Shiratorizawa

─ Summary: your friend insists that they have a practice match with your team and Oikawa is exaggerating

─ Warnings: none

5 < 6 > 7

The Shiratorizawa men's volleyball team was at the house of their beloved great ace, apart from doing a study session they decided to meet to talk about new techniques to win the tournament and go to Tokyo. Everyone was concentrated until the doorbell rang, the mother of the family opened by happily greeting the newcomer.

"What a surprise to see you here! I haven't seen you in a long time. What brings you here, honey?"

"Well..." you scratched the back of your neck, averting your gaze "my parents wanted me to come by, also to see if Toshi could help me with some issues."

"I was just going to leave, but Wakatoshi is in his room studying, he will gladly help you."

"Thank you, have a good day Mrs. Ushi"

"You too sweetie."

You entered the house saying goodbye to the owner, knowing that you would be alone before going to the room, you went to the kitchen to get a package of cookies. Your parents had forced to go so that Ushijima could help you study mathematics —a subject in which you were disgusting— knowing that he was a good student as well as that their families were very close. You walked unhurriedly to the well-known room, you entered as if were your own house, throwing on the bed without realizing that you practically crushed a boy. A boy who was clearly not your friend.

"Hey Tosh-"

You choked on the cookies when saw how there were more boys in the room, and to top it off, one of them was trying to get you off of him.

"Uh, sorry about that."

The poor black-haired man shook his head nervously and frantically as you backed away from him, muttering more apologies for putting him in such a situation.

"I-It's okay!"

Thunderous laughter filled the room, a redhead laughing tearfully as he watched the bowl cut boy grow more agitated by the second.

"(N) what are you doing here?"

“I need help with math, you know..." you played down the importance, brushing the crumbs off your shirt "but if you're busy I can come back another day."

"Wait, wait, Ushiwaka knows a cute girl?"

"Tendou, don't make those comments as if she wasn't here."

A boy with gray hair and darker tips scolded the redhead who teased him calling him 'semisemi mom' for scolding him, you ignored the small verbal fight in the background focusing on your friend.

"No problem, we are also studying, I will help you with your homework."

"Thanks Toshi, I promise to make it up to you."

While you were studying, everyone introduced themselves, the red-haired Tendou was undoubtedly the opposite of Wakatoshi, which you found funny, plus Goshiki was too adorable but just as intense as your friend, there was a mother here too, Semi, and they even had a sarcastic named Shirabu.

It was a curious group without a doubt. When the team finished their homework they started talking about volleyball, leaving you to concentrate on making derivatives and matrices. You sighed pulling some strands back, you couldn't concentrate so stopped for a while to look at your phone, it had been vibrating for a while, they were just messages from your team, you just left them on read to look at Ushijima who had his eyes on your figure for a few seconds ago.

"Is something wrong Toshi?"

"Yes." the whole team paid attention to their captain "I want a practice match against Seijoh."

Everyone seemed confused —even you— but of course, the others didn't know that you were the manager of the volleyball club, because you had only talked a little and about studies, but you thought that Ushijima wouldn't want to have a practice with your team when they always had won.

"You are their manager, right?"

"Yes, but today they don't have practice."

"Hey, hey, the cute girl also knows about volleyball, now I understand why you like her!"

"I... I don't like (N)." he cleared his throat. "So when could we have a match?"

"Well, if you want I can talk to them now, maybe they don't care."

"It will be good for us to try new things."

"Yes, we will defeat them!"

"Don't get so excited about that bowl boy, it's just a practice game."

Tendou laughed at Shirabu's comment, no doubt Goshiki and he didn't have the best relationship, but it was fun to hear the second year's sarcastic comments while the first year tried to return the comments to no avail.

"Huh? But I like his hair..."

You approached to be able to remove the black locks, noticing how he became rigid as a rock and his face exploded with pink tones, you decided to stop for his health, you would swear you could hear Goshiki's heart about to explode.

"I also want caresses!"

"Hmm if you insist…" you shrugged your shoulders to caress the redhead's head "wow why is your hair so soft?"

"(Nn)!"

Oikawa desperately ran towards you when he saw how you entered the gym together with Shiratorizawa's team —specifically, you were talking animatedly with Semi and Yamagata— quickly grabbing you to take along with your team.

"Are you okay? Have they done something to you? I won't let them kidnap you again."

"They have not kidnapped me, besides they are nice."

"It can't be, surely they are extorting you! Blink if you are in danger." He whimpered moving you from one side to the other, then you blinked but not because of your captain's request "Iwa-chan, they are harassing our pretty (Nn)!"

"Shut up Shittykawa, you need to blink to live, idiot."

"Ow, that hurts Iwa-chan."

You walked away ignoring the small argument between friends, leading the rival team to the locker room so they could change into their sports clothes.

"Hey (N) are they always like this?"

"Yeah, but I guess it's okay, it's funny."

Tendou laughed taking you by the shoulders as you walked back to the court, this action did not go unnoticed in the eyes of the Seijoh boys who glared at the interaction their manager had with the middle blocker, that only made Tendou become more attached to you.

"You could stop irritating the rival team."

Semi looked at how his partner had fun seeing the faces that the others made, rolling his eyes, he went to warm up without wanting to be part of the scene, he wouldn't be part of the redhead's game.

"(N) can you hug me? It sure brings me luck in the match!"

He spread his arms with a catlike smile, narrowing his eyes in amusement at seeing his attentive rivals like owls, causing him to chuckle as he robbed their manager in a thinly veiled manner.

"Sure, why not?"

You shrugged your shoulders without giving it much importance —for you all kinds of hugs were well received— Tendou also took the opportunity to quickly kiss your cheek as a farewell, that's when he completely angered the Aoba Jōsai team, he couldn't hug you as if nothing had happened you were their manager. Unintentionally someone —Kunimi— threw a ball towards the head of a certain blocker, although the ball landed on your head because you were just separating from the hug.

"Oww…" you touched the affected part with a grimace, searching for the culprit, everyone gasped looking at Kunimi, who seemed to want to disappear at that very moment "Kunimi, if you wanted a hug, just tell me."

Bonus

You had insisted on cleaning the gym by yourself for making them train on a day they shouldn't have, they reluctantly agreed, leaving you alone, or so you thought, because a certain imperturbable boy was waiting for you to accompany you home like a true hunk.

"Toshi, I thought you had already left."

He denied watching you keep the key to the place, arms folded, patiently waiting for his friend to finish closing the gym.

"I'll walk you home."

"It wasn't necessary, but thanks."

You two were silent for a few minutes until Ushijima cut it off, looking at you with a certain sparkle in his eyes, he stopped causing you to stop walking as well.

"(N)" you looked at him with a raised eyebrow "I want a hug too."

You laugh internally observing the serious face of your friend to wrap him in a warm hug, he was a big baby.

[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 12

public play - tendou satori x reader

word count: 607

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Haikyuu Masterlist - Organized by Schools

Aoba Johsai (Seijoh)

Dateko (Date Tech)

Sound of Silence - Aone

A Good Man - Aone

Lap Cat - Aone

Crossing balconies - Aone (FC)

Lover’s play Aone

Roll the Dice Drabbles - Koganegawa & Hoodie

Roll the Dice Drabbles - Koganegawa & Karma

Gummy bears Koganegawa

Fukurodani

Family Matters - Akaashi x Reader x Bokuto (Platonic)

Whispers Drabble - Akaashi

One Taro Bubble Tea, no Toppings - Akaashi

Meet Cute - Akaashi (drabble)

to be known - Akaashi Keiji (Soulmate AU) - Version 2

You deserve to be cared for - Bokuto

Tonight's as lovely as a dream - Summer Vacation - Bokuto

Small Spaces Drabble - Bokuto

Spring - Bokuto

By a hair - Bokuto (FC)

Bokuto with an overweight reader

Inarizaki

Fools - Atsumu

You deserve to be cared for - Atsumu

Daily Adventures - Summer Vacation - Atsumu

Latte art Drabble - Atsumu

Let me run from you - Atsumu

And they were Roommates - Atsumu

No Dating Allowed - Ginjima x Chubby! Reader

First meetings and good signs - Kita

A Series of meet-cutes - Kita

Strawberry Love - Kita

happy accidents - Kita

Home-made Spa - Osamu

What's in a passion? - Osamu

When the Love of your Life has a twin - Osamu (Angst)

Already Gone - Osamu (FC)

Soul-Food - Osamu (FC)

Soft Launch Competition - Suna

Stubble or no stubble, that is the question - Suna

All tricks, one treat - Suna

The Gremlin or how to get over yourself - Suna

Rainy Day Drabble - Suna

Itachiyama

Tummy Aches Drabble - Komori

(Not) hard to love - Komori (FC)

Senpai - Komori

A win is a win is a win - Sakusa

You deserve to be cared for - Sakusa

Technicolour Beat - Sakusa

Imagine, Pride and Prejudice - Sakusa

Neon Kitchen - Sakusa

Fall - Sakusa

Kamomedai 

Big Dreams - Hoshiumi

love is in the small things Hoshiumi

Pampering him drabble - Hoshiumi

Hoodie Drabble - Hoshiumi

Karasuno

Nekoma

My neighbour Totoro/Taketora - Yamamoto

Off-Brand Version - Fukunaga

Make-Up Drabble - Fukunaga

The way to a (wo)man's heart - Fukunaga

Love-Guru Drabble - Kai

Mom Friend - Kenma pt one ,two ,three

The Cat and the Human - Kenma

Streaming Adventures Drabble - Kenma

How much cuddling is platonic Drabble - Kenma

Touch starved Drabble - Kenma

Baby Series - Kenma - Period Pains

Big Stretch - Kenma

When I felt like I was an old cardigan - Kenma

Fragments of my long fic: who do you like ; sleepover ; to hold and to let go Kenma

Kiss me in the Dark - Kuroo

Academic rivals - Kuroo

No matter the hair, you will be loved - Kuroo

Tummy Aches Drabble - Kuroo

Carpe Puella - Kuroo

love is in the small things Kuroo

Beach Date Drabble - Yaku

Of Tremors and believing in Love - Yaku

Nohebi

Who's gonna break my heart - Daishou Suguru

Shiratorizawa

Roomates to Lovers Drabble - Akagi

Old Towns - Summer Vacation - Semi

Of Head-Scratches and Fidgety Hands - Tendou

Shower Drabble - Tendou

It is what it is?- Tendou x Reader x Ushijima (platonic)

Not what it looks like - Tendou

Roll the Dice Drabbles - Tendou & Candy Apple

Little Flame - Tendou

Anniversary, again and again - Ushijima

Blue Salvia - Ushijima

TEAM MSBY

Not an easy job - Meian

You deserve to be cared for - Meian

[yanderecrazysie]

Ache part 2 please?👀

My writing is finally starting to come back. 👀

Part 1: here

Title: Ache Part 2

Pairings: Tendou Satori x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, spoiler for timeskip, chubby reader, drugging

Summary: Tendou feels an ache for you that won’t go away.

ache

/verb/

feel an intense desire for:

The factory was even bigger than you could have ever imagined. Your entire house could fit in the front entrance. The outside was stone gray and square, leading up to large smokestacks, but the inside was much more appealing.

There was a red carpet with golden trim laid out upon the floor, and you had a feeling it was specifically there for your visit. The walls were lined with paintings of desserts. They looked so realistic that you couldn’t help but stare.

“Touch your finger to one of them and put it in your mouth,” Tendou advised you, “They’re tasteable paintings.”

“There’s no way,” you scoffed. Despite your disbelief, you swiped your finger across a particularly delicious-looking blueberry cheesecake painting. Then, you popped your finger into your mouth. The flavor exploded on your tongue, making you let out an “mmm” of delight.

Tendou watched you do so, eyes dark with want. But he could wait. He could be patient. 

“Now, you promised you would taste-test some chocolate for me!” Tendou reminded you with a lazy grin, his eyes lidded.

“Of course,” you said with a fist pump, “I’m excited for it!”

Tendou watched as your tummy and breasts jiggled a little with the motion and he realized that he too was hungry, just for something very different than you were.

The two of you walked through the factory together, so close together that your arms occasionally brushed against each other. He showed you all of the machines and explained what they did. Like a good girl, you nodded and showed as much enthusiasm as possible.

Then, finally, they got to the part of the tour where you would be testing out chocolates. Tendou opened up a box and pulled the first one out- a square of chocolate.

“This one has caramel inside,” Tendou explained. 

You tried to take it from him but he pulled it out of your reach, “No, no, say ‘ahh’!”

You giggled and opened your mouth, making an exaggerated ‘ahh’ sound. Tendou popped the chocolate inside and you began to chew, “Ooh, it’s so sweet and chewy!” 

It took you a while to finish the chocolate with how chewy it was. Tendou was ready with a new one as soon as you were done chewing.

“This one is a cherry cordial- do you like those? A lot of people don’t,” Tendou asked.

“I love every kind of chocolate,” you said with a grin. He popped it into your mouth and you bit down. The chocolate was hollow with cherry filling. You closed your eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the wonderful taste.

He pulled out a chocolate with bumps along the top, “This is a nut cluster. You’re not allergic to nuts, right?”

“Right!” you said, opening your mouth again to take in the next treat. This time, Tendou tossed it in from a distance, giggling when you had to move your head to snap it up into your mouth.

“Mmm… very crunchy! I like it!” you said.

“If I actually made a bad chocolate, would you even tell me?” Tendou asked with a smile.

You returned his smile, “Of course I would, but you’re amazing at making chocolates, so I’ll never need to!”

“Well,” Tendou said, reaching back into the box with a racing heart, “This is my secret invention- a chocolate that’s pretty bitter. I want you to answer honestly whether you like it or not.”

You nodded and let him drop the dark chocolate ball into your mouth. The dark chocolate outside was delicious, but the center was filled with a very bitter liquid. Your face twisted in disgust as you swallowed, “Yuck! Sorry, Tendou, but that one was not good.”

“I guess you’ll have to be the only one that has to suffer through it then,” Tendou said with a breathless chuckle, heart rate spiking as your blinks became slower and heavier.

“Woah,” you said, “I suddenly feel kind of… weird.”

“Like how?”

“Tendou, something’s seriously wrong with your chocolate,” you slurred, starting to sway on your feet. He helped you into a sitting position on the ground and watched as you started to lose consciousness, “What did you do… to me?”

He cradled you close as you fell asleep in his arms. Then, he picked you up bridal style and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You may not have liked that chocolate, but I think that one’s my favorite.”

[hanmaitani]

Don't Wanna Ask for Help

PAIRING - Tendou Satori x Reader WC - 1.0K GENRE - angst What You Missed - you tried to forget satori, tried to convince yourself that your previously agreement of no feelings between the two of you still stood, but when you try to go home with someone else and you end up right back with satori anyways, it's time to face the music.

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"Where did you go after the party?"  Eita was leaning in your doorway. His frame was currently the only thing that was keeping your dorm door from closing completely.

He'd slipped in there when you'd returned just a few minutes ago… still wearing your dress and heels from the party the night before, makeup half taken off and smeared. Clear signs that this was your first time home since before the party the night before.

You pointedly ignored him, shuffling through your mess of school papers in search of the notebook you needed to study with. Finding the notebook, you tossed it on top of the accompanying textbook before turning to your dresser.

He called your name but you ignored that too.

"You can't just pretend like you can't hear me talking to you." You rolled your eyes, a mirror of the irritation in his voice as he tried. You were too busy pulling out an old t-shirt and pair of shorts to change into. "Did you go home with the boy you were dancing with?"

Your movements faltered for a second, flashes of memory of the way the boy tossed you carelessly on the bed. Of how he shut down your attempts to lighten the mood.

It hadn't been what you wanted. What you craved. Hadn't been light-hearted and playful and fulfilling.

It hadn't been Satori.

You remembered the anger in his voice, hurling an insult at you as you left without giving him what you'd gone there for.

You sighed and continued your previous task, pulling at the hem of your dress, pretending Eita wasn’t there.

"Real mature, won't even look at me." Eita had redirected his eyes, focusing on a corner of your ceiling as a sign of respect while he listened to you change. "With your attire, assuming you did."

Your eye twitched in response but you were determined to keep quiet, a principle to stick to the 'keep your nose out of my business' that you'd tossed at him when you'd first arrived back at your dorm.

"What is Tendou going to say when he finds out?"

You huffed an annoyed noise out of your nose as you pulled the t-shirt on and sat on your bed. Not that it would have been Satori's business. Not that it was Eita's business.

Satori wouldn't have cared.

That's what you'd had on repeat in your head all night.

"Do you even care if he would have been hur-"

"Oh my god Eita!" You slammed your hands down on the open pages of the textbook and finally looked directly at him. "I didn't spend the night with that stupid guy, okay!? Are you happy!?" You groaned and brought your hands up to wipe down the length of your face.

"Then where di-oh you didn't…" His voice trailed off as it clicked in his mind, answering his own half-asked question. Where did you spend the night? "You showed up at Tendou's? Drunk and surely smelling like another guy…" You could feel the judgmental look he was giving you even from behind the shield of your hands.

"What are you? My mom? His mom? Could you, I don't know, fuck off a little bit? It's not like he fucking cared. Why would he fucking care?"

"But you care." Eita's voice was quieter but it still felt accusatory and it made your blood boil. "You went out trying to prove that you didn't care and all you proved was that you did."

"Thanks for that insight, captain obvious." You rolled your eyes and let your hands fall back into your lap as you looked across the room at where Eita was now looking at you, pity seeming to take his features one at a time.

You hated it. You didn't want his pity.

"You're more than invested, can you just admit it already? You care more than just a little bit. It's more than just a crush on him and you know it."

"I," you enunciate the word, venom dripping from it as you hurl it at him, "don't know anything. Not that it's your business. Why can't you just fuck off." You stand as you speak, anger and frustration filling you.

Some part of you knew he was right, but it wasn't a part of you that you were ready to listen to yet.

"You can't go a day without thinking about him or going back to him. You think that's just friendship when you can't ever get him out of your head?"

"What the fuck do you know!" You know you're being unreasonable, that he isn't deserving of your anger, of your voice raising as it is now. He isn't deserving of the way you shove at his chest when he tries to step further into your room.

"I know that you need help seeing this. That you have feelings somewhere in that mess of a head."

"Help?" You scoff and shove at him again, your anger making him stumble a step back into the hallway. "I don’t need your help with anything." The words press between your teeth like a hiss, like a decisive conclusion with no room to wiggle back into you.

"So he's like an addiction, no big deal, that doesn't mean I feel anything." You shove again and he's fully back into the hallway between your rooms, out of your space. "I don't want your help."

You finalize your point with a slam of your door, locking him out effectively. You can nearly hear him sigh from the other side of the door before his footsteps retreat. You know it's over when his door shuts from across the hallway.

That's what you'd decided Satori was, though, when you'd showed up at his dorm last night.

An addiction.

Your drug of choice. Something you couldn't let go of. A tiny taste always leaves you wanting more, wanting a larger hit.

A drug whose side effects you had been wildly underprepared for.

One you desperately needed to quit.

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