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satorisoup · 5 months

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Hello how are youuuu. I was just wondering if you could write a doc with haikyuu players with a gf who they didn’t know could play volleyball be really good at. I know it’s kinda boring but I find it cute.

#HAIKYUU W/ A SECRET VOLLEYBALL GF (MULTIPLE CHARACTER)

#A/N : trust me this isn’t boring at all. ISJWJSJS IKR ITS SO CUTE.

#WARNINGS : f!reader. petnames (baby, babe, love).

finds out by stumbling upon one of your games. the crowd is cheering loudly, and he looks to the court to see whats causing the commotion. low and behold, there you are standing with the ball in your hands adorned with the school’s volleyball uniform. he watches you play from the sidelines and is bewildered to see how incredibly good you are. he doesn’t understand why you would hide it from him, but nonetheless, he finds you after your game. with a shocked look on your face, he bends down to whisper in your ear. “great game, baby.”

KUROO. SUNA. osamu. kageyama. oikawa.

finds out when you’re helping him practice. you’re in the schools volleyball gym after practice, helping toss or hit a few balls. it’s when you ask if he can toss one to you that he begins to feel puzzled. he does so anyways, watching with wide eyes as you spike the ball down in such a perfect form, he’s almost certain you might be better than him. turning to look at him with a sheepish smile, he’s looking back at you before asking, “where the hell did you learn to do that babe?”

ATSUMU. BOKUTO. tanaka. semi. lev. iwaizumi.

he already knew before you even told him. he’s observant, and he couldn’t help but have this hunch that you knew how to play. he’d see the way your eyes would light up when watching games, and how you already knew how everything worked. the cherry on top was the volleyball keychain and poster you had in your room. it didn’t come as much of a surprise to him at all, so before you even told him, he just popped the question out of nowhere. “so how long have you been playing volleyball, love?”

AKAASHI. KENMA. kita. sugawara. ushijima. tendou.

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kairismess · 5 months

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pocky challenge with him. (part 2)

kuroo tetsuro. — original chocolate pocky.

kuroo loves seeing your flustered face as you tremble and stare up into his eyes, making his smirk grow as you hesitantly take another bite of the pocky stick. he places his finger under your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, and takes a big, daring bite forward–until the only distance you two have left is a single nibble between you two.

he teases you, chuckling lowly to himself as he cups the underside of your face with his whole palm, bringing you closer to his own face as he bites ahead. after much teasing, he leaves a small kiss on your lips; it was gentle, it was a kind kiss–a kiss that meant he wanted what you two had to be more than a one time thing; that he's more than serious about wanting to be yours.

++ he nibbles the bits of chocolate coating left on your lips ~

satori tendou. — double chocolate pocky.

tendou enjoys making you smile with the goofy faces he makes when he's so close to kissing you. it's like he takes your mind off the fact that he's so close to you, and instead gives you a reason to show him that gorgeous smile he loves seeing every day.

he does get a bit teasing, though; he soon points out that he's a bite away from you, what'll you do about it? of course, he doesn't expect you to do anything–he just wanted to get a reaction out of you, he wouldn't do anything you didn't want to. but what he wasn't expecting was you to bite the last piece, lean over, and kiss his lips.

guess who's smiling now after all that loving?

akaashi keiji. — green tea pocky.

akaashi only agreed to this so you'd stop pestering him, and he never found it annoying, though–he just wasn't sure about you being so close to him. a million thoughts ran through his mind all at once as you kept biting forward, with him being paralyzed to his seat, not daring to take another bite forward.

he may look calm on the surface, but internally, akaashi was freaking out. he didn't know if he was ready to meet your lips halfway, let alone if you'd like the feeling of his. he didn't want anything to change between you two, because even if he won't ever confess to you his true feelings, at least he can be your friend...

...that kissed you without thinking.

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teamatsumu · 7 months

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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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etherrreal · 11 months

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"an ode to tendou's hands"

Pairing: tendou x fem!reader Genre: fluff, slight nsfw Summary: you want to be normal about your boyfriend, but how can you when he's flaunting his hands everywhere WC: 2,138 Warnings: references to you gushing, reader’s got enough hair to stick a hand in lol, reader wears a sundress A/N: dipping my toes further and further into nsfw so that maybe someday my ass will write some full-blown nsfw for y'all -Luna

When you hear people gush about their partners, they often talk about how kind they are when they bring them their favorite candy bar or buy their favorite smoothie "just because." Maybe how caring they are as they tuck them in when they're sick or detangle their hair for them in the shower. It’s always the little things that they do for them that matter the most.

The few times they bring up their appearance, it's always the common stuff. Their hair is so fluffy and smooth, maybe their eyes are piercing, yet soft only for them. You hear them describe how their arms are so built that it makes them drool. Or they—and you’re specifically talking about your friend Eri—describe their significant other’s thigh muscles with such strange detail and precision that you’re left floating in a space between understanding and deep worry.

But even their odd infatuations with their partner's features never compare to yours, because even when Eri gets going on her weird tangents about her boyfriend’s thighs and how she’d like for them to crush her skull like a watermelon, your other friends nod and laugh along. You’ve tested your answer on a crowd before and all you got was the loudest silence you’ve ever heard followed by someone too many moments later saying, “what?” They just didn’t get it.

You've always been embarrassed to share your real answer with your closest friends, not because they’d make you feel like a freak (derogatory), but because they’ll make you feel like a weirdo (affectionate). And while Eri can take the casual ribbing, you’re not so sure you have a thick enough skin to be able to last a quarter as long as she has. So you've settled with picking something a little more normal, like gushing about how, although your boyfriend Tendou is lean, he’s much stronger than he looks.

They don't have to know that the real answer has you gushing elsewhere, though.

Tendou’s hands.

Two palms. Ten fingers—two of which are thumbs. Fourteen knuckles.

They’re long. They’re slender. They reach places you can never reach with your own, like the bottom of the Pringles can.

Unlike a boyfriend’s thighs or abs, hands aren’t hidden in everyday life behind some piece of fabric. They’re constantly touching you or things around you which makes it nearly impossible to keep your focus. In previous relationships, or even in everyday life, a person’s hands didn’t catch your attention as they do now. But when you started dating Tendou, it was like a sleeper agent activated.

The first time you took notice of his hands was at the end of your second date, after he walked you home. You both lingered in front of your apartment door, not quite ready to say goodbye to one another. He decided to take a risk, using his hand to brush some hair behind your ear—although, you’re pretty sure it wasn’t out of place to begin with—then letting his fingers trail down your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. His hand then came back up to cup your cheek, and it dawned on you that, with the way his hand stretched, he could palm your whole head like a volleyball based on length alone.

Then he sealed the deal by leaning down, his lips hovering just a hair over yours, and whispering, “Do you mind if I kiss you?”

What always amazes you when you replay that moment in your mind is you hardly remember the kiss itself, but what you do remember is what it felt like to have his hand slip into your hair and grasp it at the roots in his excitement. How his other hand slid around your waist to pull you against his chest, fingers playing with the edge of your crop top and barely brushing against your bare skin. You had goosebumps from head to toe, leaving you with no choice but to lean on him to keep yourself upright. You were smitten from that day forward and would do anything to get him to touch you again like he did that day.

You're about 98% sure that Tendou has never noticed your infatuation—not once—because you're just that smooth. Like a fucking ninja. There's no other word to describe your actions besides subtle.

Except, if you asked Tendou, you're not even close. In fact, in his eyes, you're about as subtle as a gun.

Tendou lets you think you are because he enjoys seeing your poor attempts at hiding your obsession. The truth is he's noticed every single time your eyes drift from his face to his flailing hands as he tells you a story then snap back to his face once you feel like you've been distracted for too long. Or, when you decide to keep him company while he's testing new chocolate recipes and techniques in the kitchen, and, instead of ooh-ing and aah-ing as he pipes an intricate design on a truffle, you're more occupied with staring at his mouth as he licks the smeared chocolate on his fingertips.

God forbid he offers you a taste of chocolate he swipes from the edge of a bowl with his pointer finger—then he's the one who has to control himself when he notices your eyes gently flutter as you lick it off, the tip of your tongue flicking his fingertip.

He doesn't really understand it, and initially, he took your distracted gaze as disinterest. He was afraid he was boring you when he was going off on tangents or when he suggested you sit by as a taste tester in the kitchen. But he soon caught on when he noticed that your eyes weren’t glazed over in boredom and staring forward with no focus at all. He could see them following his hands like a hawk, taking in every bend, twitch, or grasp. And while he did notice them glaze over occasionally, he had a feeling it wasn’t because you were bored.

Tendou's been trying to find the right time to bring it up. He doesn't want you to think he's making fun of you or that you should be ashamed of your little fixation. Since he’s first noticed, he’s been trying to hint to you that he knows; brushing an imaginary eyelash off of your cheek, cupping your face whenever he gets the chance, trailing his fingers up your arm whenever he peers over your shoulder to look at what you're cooking.

He’s not sure if it’s working or if it's had the opposite effect, but he has been enjoying watching you squirm in the meantime.

Then it all culminates one weekend in August.

He suggests taking a trip to Barcelona after a colleague of his recommended a little chocolate shop there that he’s been dying to try. With about an 8-hour drive from where you live, you suggest you make it a little vacation, taking off that Friday and Monday to properly enjoy it all.

The trip starts off as all of your trips do. Tendou decides to drive so you play DJ, quizzing him on certain songs and annoying him with others. You feed him some snacks so he can keep an eye on the road, purposefully playing "here comes the airplane" until he bites your fingertip like an overzealous toddler.

It dies off about 2 hours into the trip after you get back in the car from a short gas station trip. You play a more relaxed playlist, filled with instrumentals and some ballads. The only chatter from both of you is when either of you comments on the view. Otherwise, it's a comfortable silence, leaning your head on the window and watching the trees and other cars fly by.

Your peace is disturbed when you feel Tendou’s hand slide onto your knee, giving what’s supposed to be a comforting squeeze, but feels more like a jolt to your system. Unintentionally, you jump in your seat, trying to play it off like you’re shifting to be more comfortable, but he notices.

“You okay, baby?” Tendou asks, with a smirk you don’t see because you can’t meet his eyes. Let’s see you try to get yourself out of this one.

“Yeah, uh, your hands were just cold.”

“Oops. My bad, honey.” He squeezes your knee again as he says it, and you can only hope he doesn’t notice that you tense up. “They’ll get warm soon enough, I’m sure.”

You shoot him a quick smile, before turning to look out the passenger window, hoping that he doesn’t notice how nervous you actually are. You’re tempted to start bouncing your leg, but you can’t risk him asking any more questions.

Eventually, you relax enough to rest your hand over his, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb. You’re so lost in thought that you don’t realize that your hand started acting on its own, tracing the veins on the back of his hand and over the pronounced knuckles of his fingers.

Tendou, of course, notices immediately. “So you like my hands, huh?”

You freeze. This isn’t how you wanted him to find out, you think as you pull your hand towards your chest like it touched an open flame. If there was ever a perfect time for the ground to suddenly open up so it can swallow you whole, this would be it. In fact, you contemplate opening the car door and tucking and rolling onto the highway just to get yourself out of this situation.

Your diabolical red-headed boyfriend glances over at you a few times during your prolonged silence, before clearing his throat and saying, “I’ve known about your… thing for ages, you know.”

Your panic shoots out of you all at once. “You knew?! When? How!? I’m so lowkey about it!”

“Well, you don’t exactly make it subtle,” he chuckles. “How else would you be able to explain why you either jump out of your skin or completely shut down whenever I touch you? Or when I can't even make eye contact with you during our conversations because you're so focused on my hands?"

"...Trauma and social awkwardness?"

Tendou shoots you an incredulous look before returning his eyes to the road. “First of all, if it was trauma, we probably would’ve talked about it during the years we’ve been together. Second, you? Socially awkward with me? You’re the one who has no problem pooping while I’m showering, so there’s no way.”

Your mouth opens and shuts repeatedly, failing to produce a good enough excuse. Instead, you turn your head far enough that you can’t see him from the corner of your eye anymore, but you sure can hear him cackle because of his effect on you.

You still refuse to make eye contact when you feel his hand trail up your thigh, barely making it to the hem of your dress before making his way back down to your knees, his fingers leaving trails of heat in its wake.

“What do you like about them, hm?” His fingers trail back up, playing with the hem of your dress and inching it higher. “Is it how long my fingers are? How gentle they are when they caress the skin of your thigh? Probably giving you goosebumps, huh?”

And they absolutely are, along with a shudder up your spine with how low his voice has dropped.

“Or maybe how talented they are, like when they curl just right?” His hand finally dips under the fabric, brushing his pinky against the edge of your panties. "Oooh, no safety shorts today? How risque! What are you preparing for, honey?"

"Nothing, I just—”, you take in a shakey breath as you feel his pinky play with the edge of the lace,”—didn't want to sweat with the extra layer."

"That's what the AC is for, honey. Are ya sure there's no other reason?"

"No. I mean, yes, or—wait. Fuck." Your head feels like it’s full of cotton, your mouth too dry to speak. Your eyes are unable to focus on anything at the moment, the leg he’s not touching restlessly bouncing. You glance over at the time displayed on your phone that’s mounted to the dashboard and calculate that you’ve got about 4 hours left before you reach your destination, and that’s when you realize that you can’t wait until you reach your hotel.

You need him. Now.

“Can you— Over there— Just—” You stumble over your words, unable to form a coherent sentence as you point frantically over to the side of the highway.

“You want me to pull over onto the shoulder?” He says smugly, not even sparing you a glance.

“God, yes, please.”

He steers the car abruptly to the right, and you’re in his lap before he can even properly put the car in park, hands all over each other.

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

#tendou x reader #tendou satori x reader #haikyuu x reader #tendou fluff #tendou smut #hq x reader #tendou x you #tendou x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #our writing #luna writes

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virtual-bunny · 7 months

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Not Fair

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

Tendou bully’s your pussy :D

Pairings: Tendou x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.” He smiled, kissing your forehead.

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

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

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

You whined, nodding.

#tendou smut #tendou x y/n #tendou x reader #satori tendou #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #kinktober

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loveephia · 11 months

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Can you do Bokuto, Tendou Suna, Iwaizumi? So that they see their girlfriend again after she was away for a long time? I love You Work!!💕💕💕💕💕

how some of the HQ boys would react to seeing their girlfriend again after a long time from a business trip. (bokuto, tendō, suna, iwaizumi.)

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, them being very sulky generally, you guys are married here, suna's is inspired by a scene in the k-drama "true beauty", kita cameo in iwaizumi's, and yes, atsumu says an among us reference.

⚠ warning/s: manga spoilers.

note: THIS REQ WAS SO CUTE WHATATAT@?(# i haven't written for tendō, BUT i love a good challenge. >:3 iwaizumi's ended up being a bit long on accident. 😭 THANK YOU ANON AND ENJOY READING!!!

BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

when you told him you'd be gone for three WHOLE months, his hair just drooped down, the gleam in his eyes are no longer there, and his childish grin is gone.

baby literally gets so sulky about it :(((

"do you really have to?"

HE HAS THE PUPPY DOG EYES AND EVERYTHING STOPPTKEPDK 😭😭😭😭

"believe me, kō. as much as i don't want to stay away for that long, i have to."

every day he wakes up (with his arms around a pillow instead of you), he tries to be optimistic

"another day closer to seeing my wife!"

can't have him messing up at practice yk

but when he finally sees you at the airport, gosh, he's just all smiley about it

he picks you up and spins you around like in the movies

"i missed you so, so, so much!" he's pecking your face all over, ignoring the looks from other people, because hIS WIFE IS BACK 😭😭😭😭

"kō.. people are staring." you giggled

"let them!"

SATORI TENDŌ

"no way—! you gotta be joking!"

HE IS IN UTTER DISBELIEF.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE GOING TO BE GONE FOR THREE MONTHS???

"who's gonna be my taste tester then!?" his voice cracks

the tendō chocolatier business CANNOT FUNCTION WITHOUT IT'S OFFICIAL TASTE TESTER.

before you leave, he gives you a free box of handmade chocolates galore to snack on the plane

and, ofc, a little kiss on the cheek

when you open the box on the plane, there's a little note

"don't eat'em all on one go! love yaaa~ :3" HOW CUTEJKSJDKEJDK

when you're finally back from the trip, you stumble into tendō's arms

"oof—!" he says before patting your head, "there, there, y/n."

SUNA RINTARŌ

"what." he deadpans

"i know.. but i have to—"

"no way. i don't accept this. you're seriously leaving me?" he sounds so offended that people may think you two are fighting.

he pretends to be all mad about it, but you know he's just joking around

so when you're gone, suna has to physically hOLD HIMSELF BACK FROM CALLING YOU EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY

"she wouldn't want a clingy boyfr— husband." he corrects himself

yeah, he calls you anyway.

when you pick up, you say, "hello, my tarō! how are you?" in that sICKENINGLY KIND TONE SUNA HAS OH, SO MISSED 😭😭

you've only been gone for three days

"please come home. i miss you. please." did he just say please twice?

when you're finally home, it takes every inch of sanity left in suna so as not to drag you away for cuddles

the expression on his face tells you everything, and you giggle. "i'll just shower first, then we can cuddle." and his face LIGHTS UP

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

"even oikawa's said some terrible jokes, but this one is by far the worst."

"nope! it's not a joke, baby."

when you're gone, iwaizumi is so upset because you'd usually give him a little kiss goodbye whenever he goes off to work :((

so now he's extra grumpy while coaching the national jpn team.

"oi, hinata! you should've been able to get that one!"

"if you can't hit it right, another hundred laps for you, ushiwaka!"

"suna, stop slacking off, or i'll have that old captain of yours come back and scold you!"

suna knows iwaizumi's threat was only towards him, but that statement got even ATSUMU AND ARAN SHIVERING.

SO THE TEAM IS ALL LIKE "???" BECAUSE WHO PUSHED IWAIZUMI'S BUTTONS SO EARLY IN THE MORNING 😭

"which one of you is it. come on, fess up!" hoshiumi hisses

"i believe bokuto lost iwaizumi's pen the other day." ushijima states

"wow, are we just throwing each other under the bus now?" suna snickers

"it was an accident! i didn't know he'd get this mad about it!" bokuto tried to defend himself, "come on, tell them, atsumu!"

"i was in cafeteria with grey." atsumu lifts both hands up, metaphorically waving the white flag

"you all are insufferable." sakusa groans

you can imagine how confused the team got when after three months, iwaizumi's mood was no longer grouchy since you had finally come home

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chosovixen · 1 year

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NSFW!!

tendous fingering skills are unmatched.

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

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

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

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

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

“ready for something bigger?”

#haikyuu tendou #tendou x reader #chosovixen #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #tendou smut #tendou satori #haikyuu scenarios #tendou imagine #tendou x y/n

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catasoph · 11 months

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How to kill someone

Tendou Satori x f!reader

Summary: Satori was alone his whole life. Always the monster that nobody wanted around until he found someone that would stay with him till the end.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: bullying, insults, implied suicidal thoughts, loneliness, angst, hurt/comfort

There was only a little boy sitting at a large table filled with plates and cups for no one to be used, with drinks and snacks that no one would touch. He had a little party hat on his red hair but no one who he would share all the happiness, that once radiated of him, with. His little hands were clenched tightly into his new shirt, his bottom lip wobbling and his eyes becoming glassy but no tear was shed. A woman with a large smile came into the room, holding a cake with chocolate gloss all over it. It wasn`t a masterpiece but it showed that she cared.

“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Satori. Happy birthday to you!” Before her silvery voice could finish the song the boy in front of her started weeping. His face scrunched up until a stream of tears followed. His mother gently placed the cake on the fully decorated table, just to crouch down next to her boy and hold him tightly. “Ohh honey, I´m so sorry.” His tears were soaking into the fabric of her wonderful dress but she didn`t budge. She didn`t push him away or reprimand him for ruining it. Satori was just a child desperately wanting to feel loved and if his friends couldn`t do that, then his mother would need to step up. “Why didn`t they come?” His little hand still clinging to her form while his pleading eyes were looking right through her. How should she answer that? How should she explain to her son that his friends were playing with his feelings, trying to torture him? “I don`t know, darling.” She tried smiling, lifting the corners of her mouth but it couldn`t reach her eyes, because she knew. They both did.

Every year after that he tried again and again. But no one ever showed up to his birthday parties. After that, the first day of middle school was the chance he had been waiting for. He was bouncing with energy, ready to make everything right. When his mom pulled up to school to drop him off he saw all these unfamiliar children. The reason for all the nervous tugging and quickly looking around from others, was the reason Satori's heart was nearly pounding out of his chest, accompanied by a big smile. Nobody knew him here. Nobody to ignore him, pretend to be his friend but call him names behind his back. It was finally going to be better.

His mother tried to give him a reassuring smile, holding his hands for a second too long with clammy hands while saying goodbye. As soon as her boy turned around running over to the other kids going to his classroom, her smile fell and she started nibbling on her bottom lip. Nearly making it bleed again after doing it repeatedly for the last few days. He was gonna be alright. Satori bounded into his new classroom. Eyes sparkling with excitement. Finally, after everything he would find friends. He could join a sports club to find people that had the same interests as him. They could train together and go to tournaments. He would be just like everybody else.

One of his little hands was reaching for the doorknob of the classroom while his other one was holding the strap of his backpack. Squeezing it occasionally to contain his excitement. The door was pushed open and a few heads turned around with big eyes. Nervousness radiating off them to see who else would be in their class. Satori's smile stretched over his whole face, showing his teeth that were still a bit too big for his mouth. His eyes scrunched together a bit. His eyes scanned the crowd for a place to sit, waving shyly at his new classmates that were still watching him until his eyes landed on them. Two boys, who seemed ohh so innocent but were the demons his nightmares were made of. His supposedly friends, which ignored him, talked behind his back and called him bad names at the end of primary school. They were everything he had wanted to avoid for his new beginning. "Hey, look who else is here?" Akui pointed out. He was a plain-looking kid. Dark hair falling over his face and almost hiding his small brown eyes. He was gesturing towards Satori, making the other boy at the table next to him turn around. Yumekuis freezing cold eyes fell on him and a wicked smirk danced along his features that had to look so innocent to everyone else seeing their interaction.

"Hey freak, nice to have you back in our class." The glint in his eyes darkened while he waved toward Satori and made a gesture to the table in front of them. They wanted him to sit with them. It wasn`t a friendly request so they could all be together. It was meant to be Satori's slow execution. He wanted to torture everything that Satori stood for. But he sat. Even though everything in him screamed to stand up, to run, to fight, to cry, to do anything but sit. He sat. Moving mechanically and not moving a muscle after he had found his place. He was paralyzed. The cruel truth of destiny had shown him that he could not outrun his fate. All other children would have been ecstatic to see a familiar face in the same room as them but for Satori it was a nightmare come true. Satori had thought weeks before stepping foot into his new classroom that things would be finally better, but after a few months, he realized how horrible it was going and that nobody had his back except for himself. And even he wanted to give himself up so badly and put a knife in his heart to end it all. The pain and suffering. The feelings. From day one everyone was against him. He became the monster. The soul-sucking demon nobody was allowed to touch otherwise you got a disease.

It was the second period. Their teacher had written a math problem on the blackboard and tried to explain a new formula to solve it. But it was hard to listen when little paper pieces were stuck in his hair and occasionally wet pieces found their way to his forehead. Satori was never sure if someone used water from their bottle for it or just their own saliva. His table was filling up with garbage from every side. But their teacher stayed oblivious. Never calling the other students out and putting an end to the battle against the monster, as the other children often called it. As if he was a demon that would steal the happiness out of their lives and they had to fend him off.

It never ended there. Throwing garbage was just the beginning and as the months progressed his classmates grew braver. Putting his binders into the trash followed by his backpack. They stole his homework and pulled down his pants. It was exhausting. He was always waiting for the next attack. A new move they would pull on him to hurt him. It didn`t matter what he did to prevent it. They were always there. Watching him, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack and humiliate him. All their eyes were always on him. He could even feel them at home in the own comforts of his room. Middle school was hell and Yumekui was the reason it got created. The redhead was at the top of the mountain called loneliness and was just a slight push away from rolling down the other side, plummeting into a deep, cold lake that would finally freeze him. An end that he could already see from the top. It didn`t take long as the last push came. He was a stone that got kicked down, so it could sink into the darkness.

It was a Thursday afternoon and the sun was shining mercilessly down onto the courtyard. From the window, he could see children playing basketball or hide and seek. They all had huge smiles plastered onto their faces and even the kid that fell a second ago, was already on his feet again when one of his friends stretched a hand out to him and helped him up. Satori also needed someone to help him up. He joined the volleyball team of his school to find a person that could understand him. Instead, he found his talent. A passion that had kept him alive for longer. One that gave him hope. They had training on Thursday afternoons but as he wanted to grab his bag full of sportswear, he grabbed into nothingness. His bag was not where he had left it. The emptiness of the coat rack was taunting him. He could already see the disappointed and pitying eyes of his mother when another binder got lost or his backpack broke again. But losing his sportswear was worse because he knew he would have never misplaced it. Volleyball was his dream. He would never be so careless as to jeopardize it. The snickers coming from the last remaining students in the classroom also confirmed it. He hadn`t misplaced or lost it. It got stolen, because everyone hated him and no one wanted to play with him. No one could endure the satisfaction in his eyes when he blocked another spike and finally had the upper hand. So when they had a chance to take away his safe space. His paradise. They stopped at nothing. No feelings or expenses were spared because for them he didn`t deserve it. Satori went with hanging shoulders out of the classroom, eyes fixated on the floor so nobody could see the tears dripping down his cheeks. He was just a boy scared his whole life would be similar. Full of people that didn`t know him but hated him for his looks. He was scared that the bullying would only get worse, with no one to rely on but himself. He walked slowly down the corridor. Thinking about just going home, skipping training when anyways nobody wanted him there. Or if he should go to the gym, make up an excuse about forgetting his sports clothes. Standing his ground and showing his classmates that they couldn`t take that from him. But would it be worth it? To arrive there and only see disgusted faces. Two girls were coming his way, whispering their words and snickering quietly. They had something to do with it. Satori could see it in their eyes. They knew and they didn`t look at him with pity, they thought he deserved it. Until screaming was heard from the end of the corridor.

A girl was standing with their back towards him, gripping a bag that looked incredibly familiar while Yumekui was holding onto the other end. "Stop it! These are not yours!" The girl pressed out. Her whole face was red for exertion but her hands were not budging when Yumekui tried to rip it out of them once more. Satori walked closer to the action to confirm what he already thought. A girl he didn`t know was fighting for his gym clothes. Yumekui's hardened eyes lifted and fell automatically onto Satori. Immediately he let go of the bag and put an annoyed look on his face. Letting the girl stumble back but smile in victory. "Tsk, whatever. Keep this dirty thing." The boy tried to sound nonchalant but failed with the look he threw one last time at the pair before turning around. After he was gone the girl sighed in relief. The last tension was leaving her body before Satori spoke up and she went rigid again.

"That`s my bag." He said timidly, pointing with his long fingers toward her hands. Immediately she jerked around, her eyes wide. "Sorry! I wanted to bring it back but I wasn`t sure who it belonged to and Yumekui didn`t want to give it to me." She rapidly explained, putting a small smile on Satori's face which seemed to relax her. "Where did you find it?" "It was in the bin at the entrance." She explained while handing it over to the boy who had lost his smile again. The truth dawned on him, that this would happen more often now and Yumekui would always find new places to hide it. "I like your smile more." She spoke up once again, a frown now also gracing her lips. Satori took cautiously a step back. His brain going a mile a minute trying to figure out where the trap is. Was that girl in it as well? Is she only pretending to play nice to play an even sicker joke? Was she faking liking him, be his friend only to abandon him? Point with a finger at him, laughing uncontrollably while asking who would want to be the friend of a monster. He imagined a thousand scenarios but her eyes looked at him with so much concern that he couldn`t find the will to just run. He couldn`t even form words but she seemed to understand his inner turmoil. "Are you good at volleyball?" A shy nod followed from Satori before his eyes found the floor again. "Do you want to play before the next lesson starts?" His head jerked up, surprise flashing through his eyes while she just smiled. Satori eyed her suspiciously but she was unfazed, just waiting for him to confirm or deny. So he nodded making her beam at him even brighter before she took his hand and bounded with him over to the yard. "I`m (Y/N) (L/N) by the way. Nice to meet you." After that, there was always someone to hold him. They would play volleyball together and (Y/N) would look at him as if he was a miracle. She would always come to his birthday parties or as they got older, plan them herself. Their last year at Shiratorizawa came around and it was clear they all would go their separate ways. Moving to different cities or even countries and chasing their own dreams. Satori's birthday rolled around again. He was no longer filled with dread when he thought about that day because he knew there was always at least one person to remember it. When he came to class that morning a muffin was standing on his table and behind it, Semi and Ushiwaka were standing with neutral expressions. "Hey, guys. Is that for me?" Satori beamed, eyeing the little treat excitedly. "Of course, it's for you. Happy Birthday." Semi rolled his eyes at him but had a small smile on his lips. "I also wish you a pleasant birthday, Tendou." The redhead laughed thanking his ever-stoic friend as he gave him a little bag with presents their whole team had contributed to. Just as he was about to look at it another voice filled the classroom. The door flung open and loud panting was heard, followed by singing as Satori turned around. "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Satori. Happy Birthday to you!" Her face was bright red and her hair disheveled. It was the most beautiful sight he had seen all morning. "Thank you, Paradise." It wasn`t only gratefulness for her to remember his birthday but for her to stand by his side for all these years and save him from himself.

#writers #writers on tumblr #tendou satori #tendou fluff #tendou x you #tendou x reader #tendou x y/n #shiratorizawa #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #happy birthday #bullying #angst #hurt/comfort #fanfiction #tendou imagine #anime #sport anime

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kageyamatobiyogurt · 2 years

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haikyuu boys’ being unsubtle (suggestive)

a/n: today i present horndog boyfriends being just barely controlled because you’re so damn hot and they don’t know what to do. also kuroo’s is probably where i needed more restraint lmao

includes: ushijima, tendou, kuroo

ushijima:

there was something in the air that day and he couldn’t quite figure it out

you weren’t even doing anything particularly... scandalous?

or at least, to you

to you, you were just simply wearing one of those tee shirts for staying at home and shorts

but to wakatoshi those shorts hugged but barely covered your ass and he could not stop looking

throughout the day you become increasingly aware of heavy hands on you

maybe you were in the kitchen preparing something and you’d feel his large hands suddenly rest on your waist and linger there as he stood behind you

“hi toshi” you’d giggle as he rested his chin on your shoulder

“hi darling” and those hands on your hips would just give the slightest squeeze to remind you where they were

or one of these other moments it’s a hand resting on the nape of your neck, giving you a slight massage

or hands trailing up your arms

or maybe you’re both aimlessly watching tv and his large hand is on your exposed thigh

he had already pulled your legs so that they’d be resting over his lap instead of -- anywhere else

as you glance over to look at him, you see that his gaze is fixed on your legs, the one hand on your thigh casually trailing up to dangerous teasing territory

“are you trying to hint at something, toshi?” you casually ask

his eyes snap to you and you see his cheeks starting to tint pink

he tries his best to deadpan a solid “no” but something hard resting against your calf says otherwise

tendou:

here i present someone who’s significantly less ashamed

you can genuinely feel the weight of his gaze on you

he won’t even say anything

but here you are at home in pajama pants and a tank top that hugs you so damn perfectly

your hair was tied up too (or if it’s short, it was simply pushed back away from your face) so really, everything was kind of on display (to him)

he could barely contain himself

but you’re his anyway, so who’s going to deny him the pleasure of looking

you were working on something in the kitchen and you accidentally dropped your pencil

you could still feel his gaze as you bend down to reach for it

when you looked back at him he was unabashedly staring with his jaw clenched

he even makes his way to the table where you’re actually trying to get work done and he pretends to scroll on his phone

he’s just sneaking more glances i can’t with him

this one time you catch him, “eyes up here satori” you chuckle

even when you get up to get a glass of water you see his eyes scan you up and down without a single ounce of shame

just this devious smirk plastered on his face

kuroo:

this man just speaks pure unadulterated filth

he’s completely fine if you don’t want to actually do anything - in the event that you aren’t in the mood

but he’ll damn well let you know about it, just so you’re aware

so you were watching a movie

perhaps your were wearing nothing but one of his large shirts because they’re basically a dress on you anyway

you were feeling particularly touchy and so you were sat between his legs, mainly wanting to be close to him

you didn’t realize that this position would leave you so vulnerable to his antics

“kitten,” he says into your ear, “you look so hot right now”

at first you thought he was joking, after all, what you were wearing wasn’t that flattering - to you

you chuckled in return, jokingly batting his head away, not really giving his words much thought

“i’m serious,” he says, voice much lower in your ear, “i want to bend you over this couch”

suddenly, you’re feeling much warmer even though you aren’t wearing much

“tetsu-”

but he continues, arms wrapping around your middle and pressing your torso against his

“you know i love it when your cute ass is up for me”

“love it even more when your cunt takes me in so easily”

he’s brushing your hair behind your ear and usually, this is such an innocent gesture

“so what do you say, kitten?”

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leahrintarou · 7 months

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☠︎︎ DAY THIRTEEN: QUIROFILIA FT. TENDOU

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: she's obsessed with his hands, fingering, stimulation & penetration, public sex, and they're at a restaurant

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 760+

"is that even possible?" atsumu asked the redhead, referring to his question along the lines of "what if we get reincarnated as a volleyball and develop a spanking kink?". tendou shrugged not even knowing the answer to his own theory.

"what do you think, n/n?"

she looked up, moving her gaze from tendou's relaxed fingers to his 'innocent' smirking expression. she shrugged before letting out a small sigh as she fumbled with the ring that was located on her lovers finger.

he'd rested his right hand on her thigh, as his left one made slight taps against the table. "how much did you guys drink?" she asked, noticing her boyfriend, and the blonde miya twin's, loopy states. "enough" osamu mumbled, pushing his brother off of his shoulder.

the two exchanged a few words while tendou focus down on his hand that resided on y/n's thigh. "n/n" he called, smiling when she quickly looked up, giving him her attention. "are you turned on right now...just by my hands?" he mumbled, immediately letting out a chuckle when her fidgeting with his ring completely stopped.

she glanced in front of her, hesitating to look over to the twins but eventually let out a sigh of relief after noticing that they were caught up in their own conversation. "satori, were in public" she felt his hand slowly guiding itself further up her thigh, making her grab his wrist to stop his movements.

"is that supposed to stop me from wanting to pleasure you?"

swiftly getting his wrist out of y/n's loosened grasp, tendou made skillful movements, maneuvering his hand into her pants. "tendou" she warned once again. "ew, really? my family name? are you sure you didn't drink too?"

y/n glared at tendou, eyes widening when he redirected the twins attention onto herself. "y/n, are you okay?" he questioned, loud enough for the the two to hear this time. the three awaited for her answer while she attempted to hold their gazes, in an attempt to ignore tendous wandering fingers.

she managed a nod, watching as tendous fingers began to tap the table, purposely to tease her at it's 'patterned' movements. "are you sure?" this time, he pressed the pads of his index and ring finger against her clothed bud. "yes" this time she spoke up through a straightforward tone. "y/ n, you and tendou could head home if you aren't feeling well" osamu offered.

she would've taken the offer up if it weren't for the fact that tendou now began to massage steady paced circles against her. "n/n, let's stay a little longer" tendou smirked, making y/n roll her eyes, he noticed her borderline embarrassed state, deciding to take the attention off of her by starting up a new conversation topic with the twins.

y/n would be thankful but due to his movements speeding up, the pleasure filled sounds barely able to stay contained behind her lips, she was the least of thankful. he stopped his movements, allowing her to take a small breath before slowly inserting his fingers into her sex, all the while, holding a conversation with the twins in his tipsy state.

y/n knew that her boyfriend was especially skilled with his fingers, the way she reacted to his pleasured touches practically giving him one of the largest ego boosters. she faced the window, in an attempt to hide her quietly panting expression and on the other hand, osamu noticed her disturbed state but decide against bringing it up and chalking it up to her just being tired. after all, it was pretty late at night.

she reached for his hand, trying to slow his movements but could only grip the sleeve of his hoodie after feeling his side eyeing gaze peer burning holes into her figure. "hey n/n, did you hear that?" tendou's questioned. she hummed, giving the three a small amount of attention that she managed to muster up. y/n felt tendou's thumb rub circles against her bud, as she recognized his expression. the one that meant he was up to no good.

"they're having a party on Friday, do you wanna go?" he questioned. "sure, sounds good" she nodded. tendou faced the twins before nodding. "guess that means she's down to come"

and with his indirect approval, y/n couldn't help but cover her lips with her hand before facing the window as that familiar feeling coursed through her body, thighs clasping around tendou's wrist.

the twins glanced at y/n before noticing tendou's 'innocent' smile "tendou, really?"

"what?"

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satorisoup · 5 months

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#HAIKYUU AND THEIR GO-TO PARTY DRINKS (MULTIPLE CHARACTER)

#A/N : idk why i thought of this but i did teehee :>

#WARNINGS : alcohol. aged up. drunk people. mentions of throw up.

the beer drinkers. im sorry. they will down atleast 4 cans and that’s not even enough. they’ll drink any and all beer even if it tastes like fucking piss water. will 100% bring the funnel out, challenge you to a shotgun race, and play beerpong all night.

BOKUTO. ATSUMU. iwaizumi.

the hard seltzer drinkers. doesn’t usually drink any hard alcohol and thinks beer is disgusting. catch them on a good day and they MIGHT take a shot. probably gets called a pussy but in reality they just prefer not to be absolutely slammed the next morning. probably ends up getting a little drunk anyway.

akaashi. kenma. kita.

the shot takers. doesn’t matter if its tequila, vodka, or some random ass liquor. pour them a shot and its down the hatch in 2 seconds. doesn’t even need a chaser. will absolutely take a shot off of somebody’s body or play a game of “how many can you down in 10 seconds”. and they literally just dont stop until they’re basically blacked out.

suna. semi. kuroo. osamu.

the alcohol mixers. will go around taking swigs from anything and everything they can find. be it vodka, beer, tequila, jungle juice, they are drinking it all. they’re honestly fucking insane and are trying their best not to throw up.

tendou. nishinoya. oikawa.

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meowdarame · 2 years

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redhead caught red-handed!!

pairings: stepbro!virgin!tendou x dom!fem!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

synopsis: your new step-brother tendou hides a dirty secret within the four walls of his bedroom.

warnings: DARK CONTENT. 18+ MINORS DNI! stepcest; pervy!tendou; reader is a bit mean at first but becomes nicer later; some vouyerism; mutual masturbation; oral (f!receiving); unprotected sex; creampie; virginity loss; overstimulation; lots of cum LOL

word count: 4.4k words

notes: my submission for tee’s when nobody’s home collab! this isn’t beta-read, so please be kind! reblogs and interactions are super appreciated! hope you enjoy <3

your step-brother— despite being a complete sweetheart— is just a tad bit odd.

a few days after your first year of college, your dad revealed to you that he was going to ask tendou’s mother to move in with him. the sudden announcement was a shock to you at first, but upon seeing the twinkle in his eyes while he spoke about his plans to propose to her soon, you gave in to your father’s wishes and welcomed her and her son into your home with open arms.

you had known of tendou all throughout high school, considering that he was one of the shining stars of your school’s powerhouse volleyball team. but despite his popularity on the court, he wasn’t met with the same treatment off of it— often finding him glued to his teammates during passing periods or reading manga alone on the roof during lunch. one time during the summer after graduation, you ran into him at the movie theaters after a screening of the horror film the ring, and you tried to spark up a conversation with your future step-brother. unfortunately for you, it couldn’t have been any shorter or awkwarder.

…

“satori, hey!” you called out, running up to him and waving your hand in the air. “did you just watch the ring? is it as good as people say it is? my date and i are supposed to see the next screening of it!”

satori stared at you with his eyebrows raised and eyes wide, looking like a deer in headlights. “uh— yes! to both questions!” was all he said before scurrying away and catching up with his teammates.

“hm, that was weird,” you mumbled, but after shrugging to yourself, you sat down and waited for your date to arrive.

…

that memory is etched into your brain, and to this day, it still makes you shudder and cringe whenever you remember the awkward encounter. for one, it was your first formal introduction to your future step-brother— which went horribly— and two, your date ended up being a no-show, which forced you to sit through two hours of couples cuddling all around you. you try your best to bury the memory for as long as you can, but it’s to no avail— especially once tendou and his mother begin moving their boxes and furniture into your childhood home.

you’re in the middle of placing your step-mother’s clothes into a dresser, when in your dazed state, you accidentally slam the drawer on your pinky finger. immediately, you yelp and withdraw your hand, hissing and clutching the digit as you wince in pain. tendou takes notice of your discomfort and drops the box that he’s carrying to rush to your side.

“may i?” he softly asks, extending his palm out to you. cautiously, you let him examine your hand, before he steps away briefly to grab a roll of athletic tape from a nearby box.

you flinch as he begins to wrap your swollen finger in the white tape, and he chuckles lightly. “don’t worry,” he reassures you. “i know what i’m doing. i used to break a lot of fingers back when i played volleyball.”

“i know,” you joke back. “you always had them wrapped in sports tape. it kinda became your signature look.”

his eyes meet yours and he softly whispers, “you noticed that?”

“of course i did! your magical hands won our team many victories,” you chirp, and a giggle slips past his lips.

“i guess so.” he delicately lets go of your hand once he finishes tending to it. “does it feel better?”

“as of right now, no,” you admit, and his smile settles deeper in his cheeks. “but i’m sure it will soon! thank you, satori.”

“anytime.”

…

the next few weeks are spent unloading boxes and tidying up your home. tendou and his mother quickly acclimate to their new environment— tendou and your dad easily bounce jokes off of each other, tendou’s mother’s cooking is heavenly, and and your dad and soon-to-be step-mother have never been more lovey-dovey and affectionate. despite the joys of your new family getting along, there’s just one thing that troubles you.

satori hasn’t really spoken to you since the time he wrapped your finger.

you had hoped that the incident would have alleviated some of the tension or nervousness that he feels, but it didn’t. despite your constant efforts to strike up conversations with him, it seems like being in close proximity to you makes him even more uneasy, though you can’t exactly pinpoint why. you see the way that he interacts with his friends and his family, and you don’t understand why he’s not his usual loud, outgoing, and carefree self with you— it’s almost like he’s afraid of you, or worse, as if he doesn’t like you. this feeling bothers you, especially because you want him to be comfortable with you and see you as someone he can depend on, someone he can trust and regard to as family.

instead, he spends most of his days locked in his room (which you haven’t even been inside of yet)— doing god knows what.

one evening, when your dad and his newly-engaged fiancé are out on their weekly date night, you find yourself standing outside of tendou’s door. a pit sinks to your stomach, your palms sweaty and fingers jittery as you wrap your hand around his doorknob. you figure that tonight would be the best time to try to have a heart-to-heart with tendou, considering that if things go wrong, you could silently retreat back to your room without your dad making a fuss over it.

inhaling a deep breath, you twist the doorknob and step into tendou’s room. “satori,” you exhale, but your words are cut short at the overwhelming sight before you.

his walls are completely covered in anime posters, mostly images of scantily-clad, sexy anime characters. an image of fubuki from one punch man hangs above his headboard, surrounded by smaller posters of misa amane, lady midnight, michiko malandro, and other characters from lesser known anime that you don’t recognize. on his desk sits several figures of mirko from my hero academia, and in the center of his bed lies a giant body pillow of faye valentine from cowboy bebop. an empty box of tissues is tipped over on his nightstand, and the crumpled-up thin white papers lie scattered all over his bed and floor.

satori is completely naked as sits on his haunches, a folded up pillow placed in front of his tense thighs. his hips hump into the plush material with significant force, his slick cock sliding in and out from between the white cotton pillowcase. his phone is propped up on another pillow and rests against his headboard, and on its screen you see the lewd image of some woman— who happens to look a lot like general esdeath from akame ga kill— getting her brains fucked out by an impossibly large dick that looks like it shouldn’t fit. soft whines tumble out of his parted lips as he chases his high; he’s too engrossed in his own pleasure to even notice your presence. it isn’t until you let out an incredulous gasp that he finally sees you in his peripheral vision.

“oh my god. you’re a closet pervert, satori!”

he wastes no time and immediately tries to hide the damning evidence. his shaky hands quickly shut off his phone, and he weasels his sweaty body underneath his comforter to hide himself from your shocked gaze. still, dirtied tissues are scattered incriminatingly all over his room, and his eyes flit back and forth between your face and his mess.

“h-hey,” he stutters, trying to keep up a cool façade that does a poor job of hiding his flustered self. “what brings you to my room?”

you ignore his question. “is this what you were doing all those times you’d spend alone on the roof?” you chuckle, berating him. “were you secretly reading explicit manga during our lunch breaks?”

“n-no,” he stammers, but when you cock your eyebrow in doubt, he knows that he’s been caught red-handed. “fine, yes. b-but only sometimes though!”

“you’re unbelievable, satori,” you mutter, moving closer to him and sitting on the edge of his bed. the mattress dips under the added weight, and tensions rise as his bed creaks when you shuffle to find a comfortable position in the sea of explicit magazines and used up tissues.

“please don’t tell anyone, especially my mom,” he pleads with you, his eyes growing misty and his ears flushing pink. “she’ll be so ashamed of me if she finds out the real reason why i collect all of these pillows and figurines.”

you throw your head back and cackle. “what lie did you tell your poor mother to mislead her from your perverted intentions?”

his shoulders slump and he sighs, “i told her that i’m an anime merchandise reseller. she thinks that i have this stockpile so i can eventually sell it for a higher price, but i just hoard it for myself so i can do…” his hands come out from under the blanket and motion to the clutter around him.

“… what you just saw.”

his sheepish admission of guilt makes you snort. “god, you’re pathetic, satori.”

your step-brother lowers his head and his face contorts into a frown. the pitiful sight ignites a fire in your core, and your clit throbs when you remember how eagerly he was fucking his pillow earlier.

oh, how you wish to see that beautiful sight again.

without thinking, you rip satori’s comforter from the clutches of his fingertips, exposing his milky skin to the hot summer air once again. he shrieks at the action, hastily trying to re-cover himself, but you grab his wrists and pin them to the side of his body.

“you’re pathetic, but you’re also ridiculously hot, satori,” you whisper, and a red tint creeps up his neck and cheeks.

“what— what are you—” he tries to ask, but you interrupt him.

“can you please fuck your pillow again for me? pretty please?” you coo, jutting your lip out into a pout. “it was so hot. i wanna watch you do it again.”

“o-okay,” he replies shakily. after you release him from your grasp, he slowly gets up and resumes his former position, this time with you sitting against his headboard in place of his phone. he begins to rock his hips at an agonizingly slow pace, much too slow for his pleasure or your entertainment, and you instruct him to go faster. he obliges, and soon his thrusts match the same speed and intensity from when you first walked in.

“you know, satori,” you start, faux sympathy dripping from your tone. “if any other girl saw what i’d just seen, she’d probably think that you’re a loser or a creep. but not me though,” you gently shake your head; you feel your slick dampening your panties as you continue. “i think that you’re so, so cute.”

“y-you think i’m cute?” he chokes out, and you can tell that your words are having their desired effect on the redhead. his tongue lolls out as he pants heavily, and beads of sweat trickle down his temples and neck.

“of course i do,” you reply nonchalantly. “i think that you’re the cutest.”

his breath hitches at your praise, and you giggle in delight. but your smile is quickly wiped off of your face when you notice that he’s not looking at you, but rather above you. you realize that instead of focusing his attention on you— a pretty, real-life girl sitting right in front of him— he’s staring at the large fubuki poster that’s hanging above his bed, and a pang of jealousy strikes your heart.

“hey!” you snap, easily calling his attention back to your frustrated face. “eyes on me. i don’t want you looking at her.” satori meekly nods his head, but his gaze still wanders up to the poster, his eyes jumping back and forth from your face to fubuki’s tits.

you huff out in annoyance when an idea sparks in your mind. hastily wrapping your fingers around the waistband of your shorts and underwear, you tug off the clothing in one swipe. your loose t-shirt follows soon thereafter, leaving your entire body completely bare for satori’s hungry and lust-filled eyes. your fingers gently run up and down your slit, collecting your wetness before beginning to rub tight circles around your swollen clit. satori drinks in the lewd sight in front of him before promptly shutting his eyes, turning his face away from your body.

“i’m sorry!” he sputters out. “i’m sorry for being a pervert and for looking!”

your free hand cups his cheek and forces him to face you once more. when he carefully re-opens his eyes, you whisper, “i wouldn’t be spreading my legs and putting on this show if i didn’t want you to watch, right?”

you giggle when he furrows his eyebrows, and you continue on, “i wanna be the reason why you cum, satori.”

he whines when you remove the pillow from his thighs, tossing it off the side of the bed. “sit down and part your legs. i wanna be closer to you.” he does as he’s told, and you drape your thighs around his waist, your cunt merely a inches away from his cock.

“keep stroking yourself,” you instruct. “just like that.”

satori’s pretty hands wrap around his length, frantically twisting and tugging his shaft but concentrating his movements around his cockhead. the sight makes your mouth water— beads of precum dribble out of his slit, and his tip is so pink and overstimulated that you’re certain that this wasn’t his first round of the night.

your index and middle fingers swipe at your swollen nub, and you feel your pleasure building up in your core. you clutch onto tendou’s thigh to ground yourself from the intensity of your looming orgasm.

“fuck, i’m close,” you mewl, and satori responds with a breathy “me too.”

satori’s cum shoots onto your stomach and tits; the semi-translucent, runny liquid slides down your body, the heat from his seed warming your skin and pushing you over the edge. melodic sounds fill the room as you both ride out your euphoric highs, and once the twitching of your thighs subsides, you lie back to stop his cum from sliding onto his bedsheets.

“shit! i’m so sorry. let me clean you up,” tendou stammers, immediately untangling his limbs from yours and retrieving a dirty sock from the floor. “i used up all my tissues so this is all i have. i’m really sorry about that.”

you giggle as he wipes his cum off of you. “wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special, satori.”

“sorry, i’ve never done this with a girl before— or with anyone, really.”

“okay first, stop apologizing. and second, are you serious?” you ask, sitting up and tilting your head at him. “you’ve never had sex before?”

satori meekly shakes his head, tossing the sock back onto the floor. his gaze avoids yours, but you press on.

“have you even had your first kiss yet?”

when satori shakes his head yet again, a brilliant— yet morally dubious— idea seeps into your mind.

lifting his chin, you murmur, “well, i can change that.” you scoot closer to him, pressing your sopping cunt up against his dick, and he flinches at the foreign sensation. wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your forehead against his, you add on, “do you wanna fuck me, satori?”

tendou gulps as his eyes bore into yours; his irises swarm with lust and desperation as he whispers, “yes. so fucking badly.”

in an instant, your lips crash into his. at first, he’s hesitant— uncertain, even— but once you mewl and tug at the soft flesh, it gives him the boost of confidence that he needs to push his tongue into your mouth. you can’t help but notice how good of a kisser he is, and you start to wonder how often he’s dreamt of (and practiced for) this very moment.

things heat up just as quickly as they started, and you grab his dick from between your bodies, dragging his tip along your folds to collect your slick. you line him up with your drooling hole, but tendou pulls away before you can sink down onto his cock.

“wait,” he rasps out, his chest heaving as he pants. “can i eat you out first? i’ve always wondered what it tastes like.”

raising your eyebrows, you tease, “you’ve always wondered what pussy tastes like? that’s so cute of you.”

“well, yes. but specifically, what yours tastes like.”

you don’t know how he did it, but tendou’s directness manages to completely fluster you. your brain short-circuits for a few seconds, pondering what he meant by his cryptic words. realizing that you’ll probably find out soon enough, you snap yourself out of your haze and nod your head. you crawl out of his lap and lie back onto his pillows, parting your legs to give him a perfect view of your pussy. tendou’s mouth gapes at the sight, and there’s a twinkle in his eyes that rivals that of the stars.

his tongue swipes over his bottom lip as he inches towards you. he lifts your legs onto his shoulders, but before he’s able to dive in between your thighs, you flick his forehead and draw his attention. “if you do a shitty job, i won’t let you fuck,” you warn. it’s a bluff, but tendou takes the bait, wasting no time and devouring you like a man starved.

his lips encircle your clit, sucking on the bud and flicking it back and forth with his pointed tongue. your back arches at the stimulation, weaving your fingers into his red hair and running your nails along the short fuzz of his buzzcut. his hands grab at your thighs and push them into your chest, allowing him better access to your cunt. everything feels so hot, so dizzying; you don’t know if it’s because of your previous orgasm or because of how good tendou’s making you feel, but you feel a familiar pressure building up in your tummy as he ravishes you.

“satori! so fucking good!” you squeal when his lips release your bundle of nerves and his thick tongue prods at your gaping hole. the pink muscle pushes its way through the first tight ring of your pussy, and he begins rocking his face into your sex, the tip of his nose bumping and brushing against your clit with each eager movement.

a slew of expletives spills out of your mouth as your high plateaus. wrapping your hand around the back of satori’s head, you press his face flush against your cunt, grinding and riding your orgasm out for as long as you can. he moans as your cum spreads across this tongue, and the vibrations only amplify the pleasure that you feel. once the stimulation becomes too much, you release his head, but tendou refuses to let you go.

“too much, satori,” you whine, pressing your heels onto his shoulders and gently pushing him off. upon noticing your discomfort, he quickly backs away. wiping your juices off of his lips and chin, he pants, “how was that?”

“surprisingly amazing,” you reply, taking his wrist and leading him to rest his back against the headboard. “where did you learn to eat pussy like that, hm?”

“i watch and read a lot of… y’know…” he admits. you can feel his heart thumping in his chest as your legs straddle him. leaning in to kiss him once more, you taste yourself on his tongue, and it makes your head swim with desire.

“i’m impressed,” you coo, taking his hardened dick with your dominant hand and dragging it along your puffy folds. “let’s see what else you’ve learned from your pervy little comic books,” you exhale before fully sheathing his cock into you in one solid motion.

you both curse when tendou bottoms out, his tip kissing your cervix and his balls pressing against your ass. taking your sweet time, you start to roll your hips and grind in his lap, not wanting to overwhelm him during his first time.

“i don’t think i’m gonna last long,” tendou chokes out, and you reply with a fleeting kiss to the tip of his nose.

“it’s okay. we have all night anyways— we can go for as many rounds as you want,” you promise him, and a shy smile spreads across his lips and his cheeks tint rosy pink. “are you ready for me to start riding you, baby?”

he bites his bottom lip, shuts his eyes, and nods, and with his consent, you lift your hips and slam them back down onto his crotch. his breath hitches as he feels your gummy walls tighten up around him, and his fists clench at the bedsheets beside him, searching for purchase in the cotton material but ultimately finding none. grabbing his wrists, you guide his hands to your ass; tendou takes the cue and digs his nails into your soft flesh, his palms kneading and squeezing the fat of your ass as you bounce up and down on his cock.

craving to taste him again, you kiss him once more, allowing his grunts and whines to be muffled by your swollen lips. “satori, baby,” you whisper as you pull away from his face. “open your eyes. want you to see how we’re connected.”

tendou immediately heeds your command, his eyelids fluttering open and taking in the beautiful sight of his slicked-up cock disappearing inside of your walls, only to reappear with a ring of your cream surrounding the base of his shaft. the whole image before him is so lewd; your tits bounce in front of him, merely inches away from his face, and almost as if on instinct, satori’s pink lips wrap around your nipple. he hollows his cheeks and begins sucking on the perked bud, and you throw your head back and moan.

“fuck, you’re so amazing,” you mewl as he repeats his ministrations on your other nipple. “keep going, baby. gonna cum soon!”

tendou responds by mumbling incoherently into your breasts, a string of words you can barely make out over the lewd sounds of sweaty, sticky skin slapping against one another. snaking your hand in between your bodies, you find your clit, pressing on the sensitive bud as you come undone around satori’s cock. while riding out your orgasm, tendou lifts his hips off the bed and meets your thrusts halfway; when he feels your walls clamp down on him, he holds you down on his lap, shooting his seed deep into your fucked-out cunt.

tendou’s head collapses onto your shoulder, and you know that he’s completely spent. sighing contently to yourself, you twiddle with the little hairs on his nape as he calms down and his breathing steadies. when he’s finally ready to move, you lift yourself off of his lap and lie down on your back right next to him. you can feel his cum slowly oozing out of your hole, but you figure that it’s a problem for later— you’ll help him wash his sheets before your dad and his mom return home in the morning.

“wow, your first kiss, first time giving head, and your first time fucking all in the same night!” you tease as you drape your arm across his warm chest. “i’ve really spoiled you rotten, haven’t i?”

he chuckles. “i guess so. although i didn’t get to cross off ‘first blowjob’ from my bucket list yet.”

“don’t worry. like i said, mom and dad are staying in a love motel tonight and probably won’t be back until noon tomorrow. we have the whole night.” you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, and satori sighs at the newfound intimacy.

“we really lucked out then. but i think i’m luckier since i got to have you be my first time.”

wait. the cogs in your brain start turning, and all the hints and clues that he’s been subtly dropping begin to make sense— him being shy and awkward around you, him fantasizing about giving you head, him feeling “lucky” that you took his virginity. it all adds up, and you can’t believe how oblivious you’ve been all along.

“satori, you have a crush on me, don’t you?”

“i— uh—” he blurts out, his mind scrambling for an answer. you can feel his hand that’s wrapped around your waist begin to grow clammy, and after a few seconds of stumbling for words like an idiot, he finally caves in. he knows he’s been caught red-handed.

“fine, yes i do,” he admits, his voice low and raspy. “i’ve liked you all throughout high school actually. but you were always either dating someone, or some guy was trying to get with you— i just figured that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me.”

he chuckles lightly to himself as he continues, “like that one time we ran into each other at the movie theater. when you mentioned that you were on a date, i felt so heartbroken and lightheaded that i just had to get out of the building as quickly as i could! god, i’m so pathetic sometimes.”

you scoff and playfully roll your eyes. “ugh, please don’t remind me of that night. did you know that my date stood me up right after you left? i couldn’t even enjoy the movie because i was so pissed off.”

tendou shakes his head in disbelief. “y’know, i actually have the ring saved onto my laptop. we can watch it if you want,” tendou suggests, gently nudging your foot with his. gaining confidence, he adds on, “why don’t we turn a sour memory into a sweet one? let me right that loser’s wrongs!”

giggling, you reply, “fine, but only if you promise me that you’ll stop taking out all of your pent-up sexual frustrations on your pillow. i’m only a few doors down the hall you know.” you wink, and tendou throws his head back and chuckles.

“deal,” he wheezes out as he catches his breath. “but only if you promise me that when we inevitably get too distracted to watch the movie tonight, we’ll wake up early and finish it tomorrow morning.”

the corners of your lips curl upwards into a mischievous smile.

“deal.”

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sim-patelle · 6 months

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Too much love to handle

Tendou x Reader angst!

Word count: 835

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It hurts him to see you happy, with someone other than him. Tendou never let his guard down, even if his day was fully exhausting to him. But seeing you happy with someone else hurts him.

You both had gone your ways after you broke up two years ago in high school, and it took time to get close again, even talking was taking too much courage for Tendou, but eventually as time moved on, you started to be friends again.

You once came to his part-time job at a café just to catch with him up again. But as his best friends name came out of your mouth, his heart shrinked in his chest suddenly, making his chest hurt. Tendou just smiled it away as he listened to you talking about your date you had.

Each time the name fell, the pressure on his chest got heavier, but he wanted to show you of what a friend he is to you, just a kind friend. A kind friend with too much love to handle.

You always were loyal, and you could never betray your partner with someone else. Tendou and you just eventually realized that it wasn't the relationship you dreamed of, never enough for both of you.

But for his part, it was a lie. He was the happiest he's ever been with you, but he didn't wanna pressure things onto you, that you weren't going to enjoy. He wanted you to live your life at your fullest. Without him unfortunately. He couldn't give you enough love he had buried deep inside. Yet he still feels it, after those years, it didn't dissappear.

He smiled at you, you and Ushijima that visited his café to meet him once again, to have another date in this café. As you chatted, Tendou's body signals his little anxiety, feeling a pain in his chest as you seem happy, more happy than you ever were with him. He smiled the pain away, trying to make the coffee you and Ushijima ordered.

"we planned on going to that library afterwards" you said with such a calm voice, he never heard before. Calming but yet thrilling, at the same time hurtful with the word 'we'.

"You did? It seems like you really planned things out!" Tendou said, looking at the satisfied faces of you and Ushijima. It hurts to see them together. It felt like cheating, but it's all time that lead to things.

He gave you both your mugs of expresso and dark coffee and smiled at you with such a facade that was about to break in thousands of pieces if anyone would simply snap with their fingers. You thanked him as you went to a table, Ushijima putting his free hand on your back to lead you.

Him seeing you talk, smile bright as you looked at his best friend like you never did, chuckled, or just listened to him with such a soft gaze, let Tendou felt hurt, maybe even terrified. He couldn't concentrate on his customers anymore, his put-on smile trembling more and more. It let him feel so weak that he couldn't enjoy seeing you at your best, so hurt. All the time, his love for you never really faded.

As you said your goodbye to him, Tendou was slightly closer to break out in here. Your true smile, your perfect face, your charm, everything he loves is meant to be for someone else but him.

As you and Ushijima walk out of the glass-door, his arm around your shoulder, Tendou couldn't bear his feelings anymore. A tear slowly running down his face.

He quickly told his colleague to take over and went into the private area of the café, his tears uncontrolled. It was too much, too much to handle and he has to smile about it, about the fact that he was once again not exactly what he intends to show. His tears running down his smiling pathetic face.

What Tendou didn't know, Ushijima noticed it, his friend breaking apart behind his back.

"Wait here, I'm just using the bathroom from the café" Ushijima told you and went into the café once again.

Suddenly, Tendou saw the shoes from before in the private area, looking up to see Ushijima infront of him. Without hesitation or words, he took Tendou in his arms, them resting on his shoulders.

Curiosity is seeable on Tendous face, wondering how he got in here, but it quickly faded to acceptance, slowly wrapping his arms around Ushijimas body.

It was rare for those best friends to hug, as Ushijima is not much of a physical touch type, but he knew what was needed. Just a hug, a hug that lasted a little longer.

Tendous chest hurt, but the warmth of Ushijimas body filled him. It felt like a silent apology to him, an apology Tendou knew wasn't needed. Just a little longer.. He thought.

A little longer for the moment, to feel a bit better. Just a bit...

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moonswolfie · 9 months

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Taste testers

Tendou x gn!reader

I'm finally back with this series!! Today's victim is Tendou (or more accurately you) but you'll see you'll see

Also I hate the new tumblr website UI why 😭 I loved the old one what is this

Timeskip spoilers watch out!!

"Baby, come to the kitchen!" you heard your husband calling you from downstairs as you were playing with Chihiro.

It was another one of those days that he spent almost entirely in the kitchen experimenting with new chocolate recipes. Sometimes he found himself a new bestseller, but most of the time you and your daughter just ate strange chocolate samples and nothing came of it.

You and Chihiro went downstairs, Chihiro almost falling down the stairs because she was so excited to try some chocolate.

"Tadaaa!" Tendou slid a tray of small chocolate samples towards you and Chihiro, smiling proudly and rather... mischeviously.

You helped Chihiro up on the chair, and her little hand immediately grabbed one of the chocolates, shoving it in her mouth. Both of you giggled at her eagerness.

"It'sh gooh!" Chihiro shouted, mouth full of chocolate. Tendou laughed, and said "What can I say, I've got a knack for making good chocolate."

"Not only is that factually untrue considering the amount of times I had to wash my mouth out after trying one of your weird chocolates, kids like anything sweet." you reached for one of the chocolates, smirking.

"Ouch, my heart's been shattered into a million pieces. You just don't understand my artistic expression." Tendou dramatically grabbed his chest, pretending to be hurt, but he still had a goofy smile on his face.

You put the chocolate in your mouth, and it tasted... normal. Strangely normal.

You shrugged it off, since there was usually one or two normal tasting chocolates among the selection every time he did this.

Chihiro was already on the third one, and she was praising each one of them, which you found a bit strange. By now she would usually be retching and telling Tendou one of them tastes gross.

So you followed behind her, tasting the second and third sample, and finding them to taste like good, regular chocolate.

Hmm, maybe he was actually more serious about expanding the menu of chocolates this time.

The fourth and fifth also tasted fine. Tendou smiled as he watched you two eating and praising his chocolate. But there was something... off about his smile.

You reached for the sixth and final sample and gave one to Chihiro, who devoured it immediately, smiled and said it tasted great. So you took the chocolate, putting it in your mouth and chewing, unsuspecting.

Immediately, your throat started to burn.

"Satori- What the-" you yelped. What the hell did he put in this chocolate?!

"What's wrong?" he asked with an innocent tone, but you knew better. "What did you- Put in this chocolate?!" you wheezed at the hot feeling in your throat.

He smiled mischeviously, pulling out a bottle of extra hot hot sauce. "Oh, just a bit of hot sauce. What do you think?"

"Hot sau-" you were in utter shock. So this is what he was planning all along. What a sly little devil. You ran to the fridge and started downing a carton of milk. Chihiro watched with a worried expression while Tendou cackled wildly.

Once the burning in your throat subsided a bit, you angirly looked to Tendou. "Satori, what the hell?!"

He laughed, wiping tears from his eyes.

"I'm sorry, it's just- I wanted to prank you a bit." he wheezed.

"You freaking- I'm so getting you back for this, you better watch your back from now on." you said poking his chest with your finger as a warning. You should have known he was planning something.

He just laughed in response.

"I hate you." you crossed your arms.

"I love ya too, darling." he smiled and pecked your cheek, and then the other.

"Hey, don't try and win my forgiveness with kisses. It won't work." you tried angling your head away, but he still somehow managed to land a kiss on your lips, making him giggle victoriously.

"Eww, dad! That's gross!" Chihiro yelled at the top of her lungs and ran upstairs to get away.

"Well, now we got the kitchen all to ourselves." Tendou looked at you, shrugging and smiling.

"So why don't you taste test something even sweeter than chocolate?"

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quietwhispersofaffection · 11 months

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Written by: Quiet Whispers of Affection

Edited by: Quiet Whispers of Affection

Date: 9/16/2022

Words: 547

Status: GREEN

Warnings: really none. There is slight mention of obsessive and unhealthy behavior in the synopsis and a little farther into the fic but nothing that is graphic or extreme.

Synopsis

Tendou Satori is the right hand man to Ushijima Wakatoshi, the powerful, yet relatively underground mafia lord. After seeing the head maid at work, caring, feeding, and schooling Ushijima’s children, he decides that he has to have her for himself, dark urges he suppressed his whole life becoming more and more evident the longer he lives without her. He is convinced he loves her, but can she feel the same way when his actions become stifling and intrusive? Probably not, but it wouldn’t matter anyway.

Prologue:

What A Mess

Satori Tendou

She was one of his favorite members that occupied the Shiratorizawa grounds. As the head maid, she took care of Ushijima Wakatoshi’s children, the children who had almost everything at their small fingertips. She was sweet and gentle, a stark contrast to the woman that he saw laughing and spitting vulgar jokes with the rest of the staff that she was housed with. Tendou couldn’t lie, he was smitten for both of the sides that he witnessed every day, always attempting his best to get a glimpse of her before he had to do the important tasks set out for him. This maid had captured his soul, devouring it whole and leaving none for himself.

“Good afternoon Mr. Tendou,” a soft smile graced her lips, bowing respectfully to the man in front while readjusting her glasses farther up the bridge of her nose. Oh how cute he found that nose to be. “How are you on this fine morning sir?”

“You can drop the formalities with me, darling,” Tendou smiled, positively basking in the shock that washed across her face when the name fell from his lips. “Just call me Satori.”

She squeaked a little in surprise, a slight blush dusting her sweet, plump cheeks. Tendou smirked watching her stutter over her words like a love struck idiot. “O-of course Mr.-”

Before she could finish, a pointed look was directed her way, his eyebrows rising yet his amusement written plain as day in his intriguing, yet rather peculiar, eyes. She chuckled lightly, glancing away from him for a moment. “Of course, Satori.”

“There we go,” Tendou grinned, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “Much better if ya ask me. Say, I see you round here a lot. You take care of Ushiwaka’s kids?” Tendou asked this as a formality as if he didn’t know what job she did on the grounds, where she lived, her sleeping habits and social security number. He couldn’t reveal all that, not yet.

“Ah, yes I do,” she smiled, nodding along as she spoke, staring up at him. “They are very well behaved kids. Stoic like their father. There’s hardly anything I need to do except keep them well educated and fed.”

“Mm yes, they are very well behaved,” Tendou agreed nonchalantly, mind wandering as he began to stare rather intensely into her eyes. Whilst doing so, the conversation seemed to fall flat, only reigniting when the tower clock chimed. Eight clear bells resonated through the grounds, knocking them out of their inner thoughts.

“That my que,” she laughed awkwardly, glancing away from him for a moment. “I should get back to the children. It was nice speaking with you Satori.”

Tendou smiled, feeling delirious that his name sounded so heavenly falling from her mouth. “Yea, it was great talking to you too. See you around!”

She smiled and nodded awkwardly, eyes roaming across the floor before walking away, the small blush he had caused earlier still evident on her face. Tendou watched her leave, his heart bursting in his chest when she looked back waving goodbye with a small giggle. She disappeared around the corner and Tendou turned, feigning pain as he clutched his chest with a goofy smile plastered across his face. She was so perfect it hurt him, and he was determined to have her.

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