#tendou voice: SEMISEMI

[hinata-boke]

Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up 16. Semi Eita

[bisonandbubbles]

Tendou: Ok so I'm making this survey, wanna take part? It's like I ask a question and give you options and you have to pick.

Semi: ok

Tendou *asks his question*

Semi, unsure if he wants to go there: Give me the options...?

Tendou: yeah right, so we have ugh... *gives options, all adequately horrendous*

Semi:

Tendou: Your pick?

Semi, pulling a guitar pick outta his pocket: Here.

[uc1wa]

18+ minors dni

tags: stepcest, weed, tendou being a creep, happy bday semisemi :3

DARK CONTENT AHEAD

semi eita was the perfect step-brother you could’ve asked for. who else was supposed to show you how to be a proper college student when you’d entered the gates of university? was there someone better to warn you about certain professors? who was there to help you navigate your classes during syllabus week?

who was supposed to show you how to party? how to hit a rip from a bong, other than your sweet step-brother?

because he was so nice and understanding. he was the perfect person to guide you to sit on his lap in a dimly lit room surrounded by upperclassmen, who you didn’t know. semi was the only person who’d guide your lips to the bong that had a marble design surrounding the glass.

"c’mon, let me get a taste," a red head had slid on the couch beside you and semi, looking at your form and the plush thighs that surrounded semi’s waist, to your step-brother with a smirk. to which he replied with a roll of his eyes and a mumble of "fuck off, ‘tori."

but your head tilted in a way that could get both men, and plenty others if they paid attention, hard in their pants. you looked from the man who you were spread around in your short skirt, to the bong in his hand, to the redhead who you assumed was one of your step-brothers friends.

"let ‘em have a taste, eita. of the bong?" you question shyly, and satori swore if you weren’t claimed by his friend, he’d drag you upstairs right then and there to fuck that pretty pussy of yours. but, you were claimed by his friend and your step-brother. all of semi’s friends knew that, even though you were fresh meat, you were property of his.

both men laugh at your words, and satori rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "don’ wanna taste of that," and semi smacks the man’s arm. "not getting what’s mine, fuckin’ pervert."

only a few more seconds went by and it clicked in your head what the intentions of the man beside you were. and, well, it wasn’t like he was ugly by any means. tall, dressed in a sweatshirt and joggers, and you liked his voice.

but semi’s hand that made it’s way to your ass without warning brought you out of the thought. it’s like he could read your mind… or the way your eyes ran over his friend. he squeezed the cheek that he cupped, bringing you back to him.

"open your mouth," so you did, lips that had a sheen of gloss spreading around air as your step-brother did something with the bong. something that had him inhaling smoke and keeping it in his lungs enough to bring another hand to the backside of your head, pulling you into him and giving you a centimeter of space before pushing the smoke into your mouth.

if you were trained, the way semi’s planning on having you by the end of the semester, you’d inhale the smoke graciously. allowing the smoke to make you all warm and fuzzy with a small high reaching your head.

but, you were still unknowingly being trained. inhaling the smoke before coughing a few times and your hand flying to your mouth in embarrassment. either way, the hot boxxing of the room you were in was already getting you high from just sitting in it.

once you finish coughing, you pout your lower lip. "’m sorry, eita," and if you weren’t so overwhelmed by embarrassment, maybe you’d feel the bulge that was pressing against your clothed heat. but, you don’t, and tendou’s laughing is making you even more embarrassed.

"‘s okay, bunny," he assures, pulling you back towards his lips, except this time he sets the bong to the side and lets you suck on his lower lip to hide your face from shame.

and when you sick on semi’s lips, moving to suck on his tongue between messy and harsh kisses, you’re reminded once again what a good step-brother he is. who else would let you hide from the embarrassing world surrounding you? only semi.

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi, I saw that your requests are open and remembered the shiratorizawa works you’ve done. I was wondering if I could request shirabu being tickled by the shiratorizawa third years?

{Requests are CLOSED! This is an old one!}

AHH, oh my goodness I haven't written for Shiratorizawa in forever! This was so fun to make! So much so I got a bit carried away lols. I hope you like it, anon! :D

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“He’s so nervous.”

“It’s Semi’s fault.”

“Shut up! It’s…is it?”

“You’re always glaring at him, Semi-Semi! You’re as open as a book!”

“Why you son of a-”

Ushijima ignored the pair beside him as he watched Shirabu set, his arcs beautiful and textbook. When he was in the zone, he was flawless.

Then he felt eyes on him and-upon turning to see the stoic third year watching him- stiffened up so badly the ball coming his way bounced off the side of his head.

Laughter ensued, Goshiki making jokes and running around him as Shirabu blew a fuse, flustered. The third year wanted to apologize for distracting him, but he knew it would likely make things worse.

“Poor kid. He’s terrified of you two.” Tendou chided with a shake of his head, bringing Ushijima back to reality.

“Don’t you mean ‘us’? Surely you don’t think you’re the exception?” Semi’s brow twitched, but Tendou only smiled at him knowingly.

“He can relax around me cause I’m not always scowling at him. I’m always smiling~ Something you can do more of, SemiSemi!” Tendou emphasized his point by drilling a finger into the setter’s side, making him double over with a giggly yelp. “You too, Waka! Smiling makes you look far less-”

“Scary?” He finished for him, something aching in his chest.

“Serious.” Tendou corrected, if not a bit hastily. “Semi’s scary. You look more of a stern father with that expression. He has such a respect for both of you;  it’s why he’s so nervous. He doesn’t want to disappoint you.”

“He hasn’t-”

“And that’s why he needs to see you in a new light! So he knows you’re not as stern looking or grumpy as you appear!” Tendou smiled brightly, watching them consider his words. “And I think I know just what to do.”

~~~

Shirabu couldn’t breathe.

Well- okay. Overexaggeration. Whatever.

But he was invited to stay back to practice with the third years! The third years!!!

He knew internally he shouldn’t make such a big deal out of it; it wasn’t like he was meeting his favorite athletes or his celebrity crush. Still, he couldn’t help but feel like he was in a sort of secret club now. One of the rare first years that get to say they spent time with Shiratorizawa’s powerhouse.

Oh god, he suddenly couldn’t breathe again. Calm down, calm down…

Standing before the double doors he’s grown so used to, he tried to hide his nerves as he reached for the handles. It’s just like any other practice. He’s gonna walk in, stretch some- likely learn something new from Semi and be messed with by Tendou. Ushijima would be watching him- observing him, noting him.

Judging him.

His hands shook, knuckles white against the door handle. He willed himself to open it-

“Breathe. It’s not like you’re about to meet God.” Semi’s voice scared him so badly he nearly fell over. The older setter’s lips twitched as he pushed open the other door, waiting for him to go in first. “We’re just normal people at the end of the day. Don’t piss yourself over it.”

“Tch. I wasn’t planning on it.” Shirabru hummed as he walked in, opting for indifference and ignoring Semi’s jaw clench. Smooth move, Kenjiro. Off to a great start.

“Shirabru!!” Tendou’s arm came around his shoulders before he could muster out an apology, dragging him into the gymnasium with a happy laugh. “Come in! Ready to practice?”

“I-erm, yeah.” He nodded, freezing up when his eyes landed on Ushijima. Tall and imposing, the object of his admiration and terror.

Breathe.

“U-Ushijima-san! T-Thank you for having me.” Shirabu bowed low, doubling over so far he almost touched his nose to his knees. “Thank you too, Tendou-san, Sem-san. I appreciate it.”

“Aww, Shirabu! You’re too sweet!” Tendou laughed, clapping at the overexaggerated bow. Semi snorted, looking away while Ushijima huffed, the smallest of smiles gracing his lips. “Okay, okay- enough of that. Stand up.” Pulling him back straight, Tendou ruffled his hair. “Before we really get going- we’re gonna play a game. Break the ice and all that.”

“Oh? Okay- is it like, two on two or..” The first year started to sweat when Tendou grinned, eyes twinkling. He only got like that when-

Oh no. No, no no way- not in front of Ushijima-

“Time for Tendou Satori’s cult classic! Keep away!” He darted forward, making Shirabu yelp. Seconds later- a volleyball was bounced in his arms, Semi’s snickers following.

“And you’re it.”

Shirabu squeaked and turned, running for the hills with the volleyball in his arms. Tendou did this to almost everyone in the team- threw them a ball and yelled “KEEP AWAY!” before chasing them until they either pass it on or get caught.

And to get caught means…

“Semi-san, take it!” Shirabu pleaded, running towards the setter. Alas, the jerk outpaced him, laughing the entire time.

“No way! That’s all yours! Besides, he gets me all the time.” Semi gracefully dived away when Shirabu tried tagging him, Tendou hot on his heels.

“Come on!” He ran the other way, looking towards where Ushijima was. The ace was half-running, pacing some to keep distance but not quite trying to avoid him. He could easily tag him- leave him to Tendou’s antics.

But that would be wrong, no? How could he leave him to suffer?

Ushijima caught his eye- and for the briefest of moments, he seemed…inviting. The subtlest of gestures, and a gentle expression that Shirabu had yet to really witness.

Tag me. He was sacrificing himself.

The shock of it threw him off balance, Tendou grabbing onto him with ease. In seconds, they were on the floor.

“Ah! Aheahhahahhaaha, nohohohohoohoho!” Shirabu yelped the second Tendou touched down, drilling into his ribs mercilessly. “Aheahahahha, Teehehhendohohohohu pleahhahahase!”

“What was that? Where was the ‘San’?” The redhead teased, laughing when Shirabu frantically started squeaking out the word through his giggles. “You’re such a cutie, Shi-Shi! Semi, Waka- get over here and help me!”

“Nohoohho!” Shirabu squeaked out when his arms were suddenly grabbed, the volleyball he had held onto rolling away. “Sehehheemi-san, pleahahhhahahse!”

“Sorry kid, but you seriously need this.” The older setter smirked as he brought both of his hands up and above his head, giving Tendou more access to tickle. “I told you not to piss yourself- though that might be impossible with Tendou here.”

“Aheahahhahaha! Gehahahhahhahaha, cohohohohme ohohohohon!” Shirabu kicked his feet in vain as his upper ribs were attacked, fingers drilling viciously against the sensitive skin. “Whahhahat ahahhapenenehned to prhahahhahctice?”

“I told you- after the game! Man, you really are stiff if you’re so business focused!” Tendou teased, moving his hands down to his lower ribs while Shirabu arched. “That’s okay- it just makes you even cuter to us, Shi-Shi! Don’t you think so, Semi?”

“Sure.” The setter lifted a shoulder, laughing when Shirashi tried to glare. “Come on, Waka- get in on this!”

“Aheahhahaha, nohohohoohoho! Uuhuhuhushihihijihihihihima sahhahan! Hehehehelp meheheheh!” Shirabu cried out, his laughter going up an octave when Tendou dug into his belly. “Sahahahhahhave mehehehhhehehe!”

The ace looked visibly torn- indecisive as he looked between his fellow third years and Shirabu. Eventually though, he walked over.

“Oo, Waka’s gonna help, huh? Get him good!” Tendou cheered.

His cheers were immediately interrupted when Ushijima rapidly poked his armpits, making the redhead squeal and flail away. “Whahahhahaka!”

Ushijima saved him! Shirabu could cry- what a great guy!

“Where should I…?” The ace mused, considering. Tendou snickered.

“He’ll squeal if you get his belly.”

Not a great guy- not a great guy-

“Nohohoh PLEAHHAHHAHHASE!” Shirabu all but howled when Ushijima clawed at his stomach, gentle in his touch. Behind him, Tendou squeezed the life out of his thighs and knees, and overhead, Semi adjusted his grip so he could tickle his neck with a free hand. Shirabu was utterly doomed.

But…he was having fun. It felt good to laugh around them, even if it was like this. Their laughing voices and cooing teases were a bit embarrassing to hear, but he would be lying if he said he hated the attention.

Eventually, the tickles came to an end. His hands and legs were released, giving him the chance to curl up and breathe. His face was hot, and the cool gymnasium felt good against it. His vision was blurry, but that went away soon after.

“He’s so cute! Gahahha!” Tendou laughed like a child gently shaking Shirabu as the first year let out a soft wheeze. “You good, bud? We didn’t get you too bad, did we?”

“Hehe..hehehe..n-no, I’m fine.” Shirabu sat up with some help, running a hand through his bangs as the other three smiled at him. “Why’d you do that? I thought-”

That’s when it hit him. There was no extra practice. The net wasn’t even out- a detail he missed entirely due to his nerves. “I don’t understand.”

“Isn’t it obvious? We wanted you to lighten up!” Tendou smacked his shoulder, the gesture playful. “You’re always so scared around these two- I wanted you to see them in a new light!”

“I’m not scared!” Shirabu quickly cut in, wincing at how obvious of a lie it was. “I just- erm…okay. Maybe a little bit.

“But not in a bad way!” Shirabu quickly added, feeling bad. “I just..you guys are so amazing- on and off the court. You help me whenever I need it, and you always give me good advice..even if I don’t always wanna hear it.” He smiled a bit sheepishly at Semi- making him soften. “You guys are..well, god this is embarrassing- you’re my..heroes. You make me wanna play better. I never want to disappoint you three.” His face was burning again. He probably sounded so cringy right now. “I guess that’s why it’s so nerve-racking being around you three.”

Silence. He was sure they were judging him now. Then…

“Aww, Semi-Semi, are you crying?” Tendou’s teasing words made him look up, finding the setter looking away.

“S-Shut up! You’re tearing up too!” He argued, biting his lip. Tendou was a bit teary, admittedly.

Ushijima’s hand came to his shoulder, squeezing it once. The gesture told him everything they couldn’t say- as did his rare but ever so treasured smile. Shirabu tried not to cry with little success.

“Okay- okay- no more waterworks.” Tendou announced, standing up and running towards the abandoned volleyball nearby. “Semi, catch!”

“What-” He yelped, doing so. Realization dawned on him. “Shit- Tendou!”

“Keep away!” The redhead cheered, chasing after the other with a fresh glee. Shirabu laughed as he wiped at his face, finding Ushijima subtly doing that too. “Come on, help me!”

“Care to play?” The older boy asked, voice soft and kind. Shirabu nodded without any hesitation.

“Yeah. Let’s do it!”

Thanks for reading!

[anooonwrites]

“Is there something on my face?” Ushijima asks turning slowly towards Tendou. Then he blinks, “Ah, I have not yet finished the book you lent.”

“It was just a magazine,” Tendou returns, surprising himself on how casual he sounds. “Take your time, though!” He gestures flippantly.

Ushijima nods with a slight curl on his lips, looking pleased. 

‘Finally,’ Oohira thinks loudly. 

Finally, what? Tendou thinks glancing briefly at Oohira looking at them with a smile. 

Tendou sees a brief but distinct vision of Ushijima leaning down and kissing him. He whirls back down to his food, embarrassed once again.

Across him, Semi squints and kicks him under the table. ‘Is it porn? Did you let Wakatoshi borrow hentai?’

Tendou yelps, and scowls at Semi. “You are a very terrible individual, Semisemi!”

“Your face is terrible,” Semi replies shrugging. “What kind of magazine was it, Wakatoshi?”

au: tendou satori has always had the ability to hear people's inner voices, and see people's inner thoughts. he is used to it—until he is plagued by someone fantasizing about fucking him senseless.

Read more of the Misfortunes AU on AO3.

[myreygn]

Sghjfhjj I've been in a serious rare pair mood for a while so maybe something with Hinata, Goshiki, and Tendou would be cool? I can imagine Tendou being the type of person who'll just randomly become a tickle monster and start going after the first years. Like, they're just taking a break from training or something and he just gets this look in his eyes and one of the Shiratorizawa first years sees and yells "SCATTER!!" And all the other Shiratorizawa first years take off but of course Hinata is completely clueless and just stands there so Goshiki tries to save him and it all goes downhill from there and turns into a massive tickle fight. That's just an idea tho! You don't have to use it or anything of course, I just like to include some kind of inspiration with my requests if I can lol.^^` Also, I hope you're doing well!!

summary: Hinata's visit at the Shiratorizawa gym sets off a series of shenanigans, which, while definetily not planned, end up making the day a lot more entertaining and fun for everyone involved.

an: omg this took me so long... hi dessie! i really hope you can still enjoy this after my endless hiatus and you have as much fun reading as i had writing <3

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Get 'em, Guess Monster!

“Whoaaa, Goshiki-kun, your gym is so cool!” Hinata's eyes figuratively sparkled as he turned around and stretched out his arms. “It's huge! And the colors are so nice! Oh oh oh, and this clock, it's so... shiny, it's really shiny! And huge as well, everything in here is enormous!”

Goshiki chuckled a little at his fellow first year's amazement. “Yeah, it's pretty cool.”

“Wanna hear something funny about the clock, Hinata-kun?” Somewhere behind him, Hinata heard a quiet “Oh my god”, but he was too focused on the second year talking to him to pay any more attention, nodding excitedly. Shirabu smirked. “Well, it's relatively new. Brand-new, actually. You see, last month Semi challenged Ushijima to a duel: who has the most powerful serve.”

“Shirabu, you don't have to tell that story to everyone!” Semi whined and Taichi laughed, giving his classmate a pat on the back. “Oh come on, it's a really good story!”

“Thank you, Taichi.” Ignoring Semi's groans in the background, Shirabu continued: “Ushijima's serves were harder to receive and that must've frustrated Semi. At least that's the only explanation for him hitting the clock with the ball and breaking it off the wall that makes sense to me.”

Hinata turned around to a seriously flustered Semi, his eyes sparkling with admiration. “You did that?! You really hit the ball over the entire field and strong enough to break the clock?! That's so cool!”

“You think?!” In the blink of an eye Semi's embarrassment turned into a boastful grin and he straightened his back. “I mean, yeah, I guess it was pretty cool – that's a rather wide distance...”

A chilling snicker echoed through the gym, followed by a high-pitched shriek from the gray haired third year when a hand sneaked past his arm to squeeze his hip bone. “Quit bragging, SemiSemi.” Tendous eyes sparkled with malicious joy as he continued the tormenting of his friend who was blushing like crazy, squeaky giggles threatening to escape his lips. “That smile is a far better look on you.”

Goshiki turned away from his Senpai, a slightly embarrassed look on his face. “Sorry about that...”

“Oh, don't worry, we do that too!” Hinata laughed. “Just last week, I had a tickle fight with Kageyama – you know, our setter, the grumpy one? – and a few days ago, Daichi-san tickled Noya-senpai nearly to tears, because he's always so bubbly, I mean, sometimes our third years are just done with all of his chaos, and-”

“Wowee, Hinata-kun,” the Guess Monster's voice came from behind them, terrifyingly close to Hinata's ears, “that really sounds like so much fun! Hey, I just had an amazing idea!”

Now, if Hinata had been a little more familiar with Shiratorizawa, he might've caught on to the panic in Goshiki's eyes. The lurking nature of Tendou's steps. Or the hectic gestures some of the other first years made at Goshiki, signaling him to get out of the third year's reach. Unfortunately, Hinata didn't get any of these warning signs, naively and blindly falling right into Tendou's trap.

“What kind of idea, Tendou-senpai?”

“Uh, Hinata...”

“Oi, Tsutomu-kun, don't be a buzzkill!” The smirk on Tendou's face was almost predatory now. “I just wanted to suggest an idea on how to help Hinata-kun to feel more at home with us.”

“Come on, Hinata... come over here...” And just as Goshiki took one step closer, the Guess Monster moved, lunging forward, and Hinata heard one of the other first years scream: “SCATTER!”, but before he could make something out of that, two hands latched at his sides and – squeezed.

“H-hehey, Tehendou-sahahan!”

“What's wrong?” Tendou grinned widely, moving his hands up and down Hinata's sides and making the first year squeal and twist in his arms. “Look at how you're laughing! Feeling welcome yet?”

“Ihi ahahalreheady fehelt wehehelcohome!” Hinata shrieked, letting more of his bright, bubbling laughter burst out when Tendou managed to worm his fingers under his arms. “WHAHA! TEHEHENDOU-SAHAHAAN!”

“Haha! Jackpot!”

All while Tendou and Hinata were having their little one-sided tickle fight and the older students had gotten back to practice, just fondly shaking their heads at the antics of their middle blocker, Goshiki had carefully and slowly moved closer to the scenario. Ignoring the subtle signs of the other first years to run away, he nervously approached the duo. There had to be a way to save Hinata...

Although it didn't really seem like he needed saving, judged by the unfiltered joy on his face.

“Wow, you're really having fun, huh?” Tendou's eyebrows were lifted in mild surprise. Although tickling was a regular thing in the Shiratorizawa team, it was very rare for him to see someone enjoy his treatment so openly; his usual victims, consisting of Semi, Hayato and Tsutomu, were always very careful to under no circumstances ever show how much fun they were having.

Speaking of Tsutomu.

“Hey, were do you think you're going, hm?” Goshiki squeaked when Tendou wrapped his free hand around his waist and pulled him down next to Hinata. “Are you trying to be a hero, Tsutomu-kun? Don't be a hero, kid, this is what happens to heroes in my world!”

“D-dohon't quohote Bill Cihipher while atahacking me!”

“I'll quote Bill Cipher whenever I want, thank you very much.” Tendou smirked, slightly pushing up the first year's shirt to scribble all over his toned tummy. “But I think it's very brave of you to try and save Shoyo-kun, so you'll get the amazing bonus of getting to choose where you want to be tickled.”

“Don't fall for that shit,” Semi chipped in from the side and Tendou turned around for a second, throwing him a dangerous look. “Do you want a part in this, Semi-Semi?”

It was just a very brief moment, too short to really enact on a detailed plan, but sometimes, a detailed plan wasn't necessary in order to shift the tides. Hinata gathered all of his strength and grabbed Tendou's side, his face lighting up when the third year let out a squeal in retaliation. “Gehet thahahat! Gohoshiki-kun, hehehelp mehe!”

“I- I cahan't! I'm sahaharry- GAH!”

Tendou had quickly scrambled a few steps away, pulling Goshiki along with him and hook his fingers under his arms to tickle there. “I'm warning you, Hinata-kun, if you get any closer, I'll never set Tsutomu-kun free!”

“Dohon't lihihistehen to him, ruhun!”

Hinata sat up, still catching his breath. “B-but you tried to help me too... I can't just leave you here!”

“Oh, and what are you gonna do?” Tendou smirked at him, making Goshiki shriek under his fingers. “I know allll of Tsutomu-kuns spots. You don't wanna make this any harder for him, do you?” He mercifully moved down to Goshiki's sides when tears started to prick at the corner of his eyes, but his mischievous gaze never once left Hinata.

A mistake.

With the softly muttered words “Man, I can't keep looking at this”, Hayato swiftly walked past his teammates and grabbed the Guess Monster's ribs from behind, tickling there for a few seconds and then, as soon as Tendou had let go of Goshiki with a loud cackle, continued to walk away like nothing had happened. “Get him, kiddos.”

“Oh yeah?!” Tendou snapped at him. “Them and what army?!”

Goshiki exchanged a grin with Hinata, then with all of the other first years who had reluctantly left their hiding spaces to return for a long overdue act of revenge. “This army.”

[krisdreaming]

Can i have cute hcs for Daichi, Asahi, Bokuto, Ushijima & Tendou on how they would react if their short fem!s/o wore their volleyball jerseys ?

YES, omg, I love this concept. This is, like, embarrassingly late because I’ve had the request for a while, but it’s here! (these ended up as a gender neutral reader)

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DAICHI

You go down to say hi to him before the match, and he has to do a double take because it doesn’t register at first when he looks at you, but the second time he looks his eyebrows just kind of shoot up his forehead

“Is this okay?” You’re tugging on the hem of the jersey kind of self-consciously because this wasn’t even your idea, it was your friends’

“Y-yeah, of course!” Ever heard Daichi stutter before? Now you have

 “I’d better go sit down-” Before you can turn away he grabs your hand and gives you a (relatively quick) kiss in front of the whole team - something he rarely does. Now you’re both smiling like crazy.

As you walk away Suga punches him on the arm and asks him what he’s grinning about (even though he DARN WELL KNOWS) and Daichi can’t even give him a full glare

He definitely glances your way more than normal when he’s playing, and after the match is over it doesn’t matter how sweaty he is, be prepared for a big, huge hug

ASAHI

You may think you’ve seen every shade of red on him, but when he saw you in his jersey his face invented a brand new one just for this particular moment

“Y/N! Are you sure?” He’s kind of glancing around and half standing in front of you like he doesn’t want anyone else to see, but he keeps stealing glances

“Don’t you want me to wear it?” You’re suddenly kind of wondering if this is a mistake. “What? No! I mean yes! If you want to-” You laugh softly because you’re starting to realize what this is all about

“Of course I do,” You have to speak up a little over Noya and Tanaka’s hooting and hollering, “I’m proud to wear this! You’re my ace!” You’re beaming up at him and he doesn’t know if his heart will hold out much longer

He shakes his head. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs, and you tug him down so that you can press a kiss to his lips. “So are you. I know you’re gonna kill it out there”

(He does)

BOKUTO

You are making Akaashi’s job very easy - from the moment he catches sight of you in his jersey, Bokuto feels absolutely INVINCIBLE, he can’t help but run to meet you once he catches sight of you, he lifts you off your feet and twirls you around

“Look, Y/N is wearing my jersey!!” He says it to anyone that will listen, showing you off the whole time until the match is about to start and he needs to get on the court, and you need to get to your seat

“I’ll be cheering for you!” The moment you say that, you can see him standing just a little taller, and he can’t resist pressing a few kisses to your face until you know you have to pry yourself away

He is c o n s t a n t l y glancing over at you, and every time he makes a spike, he looks your way with this huge grin on his face

The moment you meet him afterwards (they won by quite a lot), he’s telling you how amazing you are, how he thinks you’re his good luck charm, and that you should probably wear his jersey to every match

USHIJIMA

To the untrained eye, it doesn’t seem like he has much of a reaction, but when he sees you and realizes what you’re wearing, his heart legitimately skips a beat

“Is this mine?” It’s a stupid question with an obvious answer, but he asks it anyway as he tugs at the bottom hem - mans is TALL so it’s especially huge on you & he thinks it’s the cutest thing

When you nod with a shy little smile he can’t help but reach out and ruffle your hair a little bit,  “It looks good on you”

His heart is going doki doki

The team pretty much instantly notices the fact that he keeps sending these short, quick glances your way and keep ribbing him about it, but all he’ll do is shake his head with this little tiny smile

He realizes that he lowkey really enjoys the fact that you’re wearing it, because then even when you’re sitting in the stands everyone knows you’re his

TENDOU

I feel like out of all of them, he’s the one that tossed out the idea of you wearing his jersey as a joke one day, and then you show up at one of his matches and you’re ACTUALLY WEARING IT

He’s acting so smug about it - “You see that SemiSemi? Y/N is wearing my jersey. Oho Goshiki, maybe one day you’ll find someone to wear your jersey”

So he’s acting all nonchalant about it but when he holds your shoulders and says, “You’re wearing it!” His voice cracks a little because the fact that you’re here and you care about him THIS MUCH - it does something to him

“You’re so cute” - he has to press kisses all over your face, to the rest of the team’s complete disgust

When you’re hanging out with them after the match he’s a little extra snuggly, with his arm around your waist or shoulders at all times, he keeps stealing these little glances at you

Get ready because now he’s expecting you to wear it to pretty much every match

[starconsumer444]

BULLY TENDOU PT2! PLS OMG IT WAS SO GOOD

Thanks bae!!! I have 3 requests for a part 2 of this so here it is. Its most likely not what the audience wanted but its the best I could come up with.

(Tendou & Semi 18+)

(CW/TW: Gn!Reader, Facefucking, Abuse, Humiliation, !!PISSSSS!!, violence, threesome??? [kinda??? this is literally one of the least concerning tags...], Non-con/Rape, Ushijima is there... in the background, this is super fucked up!!!, PLEASE TELL ME IF I MISSED SOMETHING!!!, tell me if there are any spelling or grammar errors.)

It’s been a month. Tendou hasn’t bothered you for a month since your last… “interaction”. Why this? Why now?

Thinking you could trust Ushijima was a mistake; a huge, disgusting, dumb, mistake. When he pushes you into the locker room and you see Tendou and Semi sitting patiently on the benches, you know for a fact this is not going to end well. A sense of urgency floods your body and you turn around to push the door open, but it won’t budge.

You start to bang on the door, it’s lunch time so you’re sure that Ushijima is the only one outside of that door that can hear you. He has to be the one holding it shut.

“Ushijima! Open the door!” Your fists pound against the cold metal. It hurts like hell, but anything is better than being in this room. “Ushijima please!” You slam your full weight into the crash bar, but it does nothing. You kick at the door, nothing. And you're back to pounding to no avail. Why is he so strong?

“Don’t leave me in here!” You scream, your throat is raw. “Help me!”

It does nothing.

Your body is shaking, your legs are like jelly, it’s hard to breathe; you're sure you're going to die in this room.

“You want out?” The voice comes from right above you, and you jump. It’s unmistakably Tendou. His fingers dance gently across one of your shoulder blades, “Why are you shaking? I could tell him to let you out if you want to leave so badly.” With a rough hand he turns you around to face him. “You want me to tell him to let you go?”

You can’t bring your eyes to meet his, you just nod to the floor.

“Why? I thought you had a crush on SemiSemi? I brought him just for you.” He mocks you.

Tears start to fall, you shake your head and bring your palms up to your eyes to hide that you're crying.

He grabs your wrists and pulls them away from your face, locking you in a gaze that feels hypnotic. He looks so terrifying, but it’s intense and you can’t look away.

“Listen to me. I’m being fucking considerate.” His tone is harsher than before, the harshness you’ve grown familiar with. “Just do us a favor and we’ll let you go. Okay?” It’s not really a question. You can’t even bring yourself to nod, you just stare into his eyes, horrified to react.

He must’ve taken your silence as an okay. No, he just didn’t care.

Either way, you ended being dragged to the showers at the back of the locker room and forced to suck Semi off.

“Try harder.” Semi demands from above you.

You’re really trying, but you’ve never done this before. The hand you have wrapped around the base of his dick is shaking, and you can’t go down very far. You don’t know what to do.

“Dude, it’s bad.” He speaks to Tendou like you’re not even there.

“You’re too dumb to suck dick, right? Is that it? Not even your crush gets good head?”

The tears never stopped, but now they definitely flow harder. You pull away from Semi to wipe your tears, but it's quickly met with an “uh-uh” from Semi and his fingers pulling at your roots.

“Open your mouth.” He says. 

You don’t; Tendou kicks your thigh, “Do it, dumbass.”

Your mouths open and he’s slowly feeding himself back into it, “Watch your teeth.” He says, and suddenly he has both his hands on either side of your head with his dick touching the back of your throat. “It’ll be easier if we do it this way,” He says before he pulls out and slams back in.

Immediately you’re fighting him, hands pushing against his thighs trying to get away from him, but he keeps going as you choke around him. You’re clawing at his forearms and he’s not giving you a moment to breathe with his brutal assault on your throat. He just holds your head in place and acts like this is okay.

“Calm down,” Semis' voice is unstable from the pleasure he’s getting from this. “It’ll be better if you calm down.”

You can’t bring yourself to stop panicking. Your hands find purchase on Semis’ thighs and squeeze. You try to find your voice to beg him to stop, but you choke as he fucks the words right down your throat. Even you coughing around him doesn’t get him to stop, it just has Tendou laughing at you and noting how pathetic you are from the side.

“Feels so good,” Semi breathes out almost as a warning. Your nose is pressed into his abdomen in no time, and he’s holding you there. Your eye’s must’ve been closed the whole time, because when you look up at him all you can see is his blissed out expression; his eyes are closed and his mouth hangs open as he lets out soft moans. It’s all just a warning.

His hips buck forward slightly into your mouth as he cums down your throat. It doesn’t get very far before you’re coughing it right back up, some of it spilling onto the floor.

Semi pulls you off of him and steps away back into the locker room. Now it’s just you and Tendou. You know in your heart it can get so much worse than what Semi just did to you.

“Lick it up.” Tendous voice is stern but playful, like this is all a joke to him. “Come on,” He pushes your head down to the glob of Semis cum you let get away. “Lick it up.” He demands again.

The thought of licking cum off this dirty shower floor has your stomach ready to lurch out of your body. With his palm flat against your head, you shake it as best you can and immediately come to regret it when he kicks you in your ribcage. The pain travels like lightning though your body and has you immediately curling in on yourself and groaning. “Do it now or I’m just gonna beat you, your choice…”

You move to do it. You press your tongue against the cold tiled floor and drag it across with your eyes screwed shut. It’s shameful to say the least. It feels like you're going to vomit. Your eyes don’t need to be open to know how much Tendou enjoys this. The floor is cold, but his cum is noticeably warm and the texture is different.

You swallow it; a shiver wracks your frame.

“See, it wasn't that bad,” You look at him with bloodshot eyes. You can’t cry anymore and you have a headache.

“Tendou please,” It’s laced with nothing but defeat. “What did I do to you?”

“Some people just deserve it.”

So, nothing. You did nothing.

“Sit up. Open wide.”

It’s work to resist at this point, you don’t have it in you. You simply do as he says. You’ll take his dick in your mouth and this will all be over with. You’ll be done, you’ll never come to school again.

You sit up with your eyes screwed shut waiting for Tendou to use you the way Semi used you. His palm rests on your forehead and his fingers are locked into the front section of your hair, “Ready?” His smile is sadistic, but that’s just parr for the course.

It’s gross. You close your mouth immediately, you recoil, and Tendou laughs like this is even slightly funny. That alarmed look really does something for him, though.

His piss is warm and it smells gross. You, unfortunately got some of it in your mouth and your face scrunches at the taste. You try to pull away from him but his death grip on your hair gives you nowhere to run to. He just pisses on your face and it flows downward to soil your uniform.

You want to yell at him, but if you open your mouth again…

Soon it’s over, his piss has soaked into your uniform and you reek of it.

He nudges his dick at your tightly closed lips, “Clean it.”

You do so reluctantly. Your breathing is heavy and shaky, and the only sound you can hear. You’re supposed to be crying, but you just can’t bring yourself to do it anymore.

Your tongue swirls around the head of his dick and for a second you consider biting him, but you’re in no shape to fight him about it and even if you weren’t covered in his piss you wouldn’t win.

He leaves you there after you clean him off. He says something about the showers working perfectly fine, hoping you have a change of clothes, and the next p.e. class seeing you.

It’s your last year of school and you’re dropping out.

[upsidedown-cats]

Sing A Song Of Love

Also available on ao3 if you prefer that.

Tendou probably wouldn’t be awake this early, but it wasn’t bad for most people, and Semi figured it wouldn’t kill him to be woken up at a normal time for once. Please pick up, please pick up.

“Mmmm?”

“Tendou?”

“What do you want?” Tendou’s words were barely comprehensible. “Did you forget about time zones?”

Semi opened his computer, trying to find the recording his band had made earlier that day. “No, I remembered. You woke up way earlier than this for practice.”

“In high school. The whole point of being an adult is to not be in high school any more.” 

There was shifting on the other line, so Semi waited for it to stop before talking. “Whatever. I have a problem.”

“And you called me?” Tendou was starting to sound a little more awake, which was unfortunate, because he couldn’t tease Semi if he was half asleep. “Wow, Semisemi. I’m flattered.”

“Just don’t laugh, alright?” Semi was positive Tendou would laugh. “Look, do- Do you know if Shirabu still listens to my music?”

After a moment’s pause, Tendou said, “You woke me up to ask that?”

“It’s important, I promise. Does he?”

“I’m pretty sure, yeah.”

Semi sighed. “That’s what I figured.” This whole thing would be so much easier if Shirabu had graduated and forgotten completely about him.

“Are you going to tell me why it’s important, or what?” Tendou’s voice was full of glee, and Semi considered hanging up and asking someone who was less likely to make fun of him.

“Well, my producer found a song I wrote in high school, which is embarrassing enough. I mean, I regret songs I wrote last year. But no, of course this song is ‘going to be so good’ and is ‘the most honest thing you’ve done.’ I know I signed a contract that said she had control over what I sang, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t rude to make me do this! I mean, honestly.”

“What’s the song about?”

“A little sympathy, maybe?”

“Oh, Semisemi, I’m so sorry,” Tendou said, without emotion. “That sounds terrible. What’s the song about?”

He closed his eyes, and thought about calling Reon instead. Reon wouldn’t do this to him. “Well, remember that crush I had on Shirabu?”

Tendou burst out laughing, because of course he did. He only thought this was funny because his relationship with Ushijima was perfect and requited.

“So,” Tendou said, after regaining control of himself. “You wrote a song about Shirabu in high school, and now your producer wants you to release it, and you’re worried he’ll know it’s about him? How obvious is it?”

Semi turned back to his computer. “I’m emailing it to you now.”

For a few minutes, he could faintly hear his song play on Tendou’s side of the phone. After it stopped, there was a pause, and Semi winced, preparing himself for what would happen next.

“You’re still in love with him, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said, exhaling slowly. It was obvious to anyone who heard the way Semi poured his whole heart into the music. “I still am.”

“Well, maybe you could change some of the lyrics? Will your producer let you?”

“Maybe. I’ll try.” He tapped his fingers on his desk, thinking of what he could change that would still fit the rhythm.

“Good luck Semisemi! If it makes you feel any better, it really is a good song.”

“It doesn’t, but thanks for the help. Even if you did laugh at me.” Semi ended the call and pulled out his notebook. He doubted his producer would let him change the song at all, but it was worth a shot.

******

“You’re not going to change the song.”

“Why not?” Semi crossed his arms. The other band members were setting up their equipment and pretending to not be listening, although they were all clearly very interested.

“The whole appeal of the song is its honesty,” his producer said. “It’s raw and emotional. Changing some of the words takes that out. Keep it as it is.”

Rubbing his face in defeat, Semi walked back to his station. “Okay, I’m ready.” Maybe he could try to sound disinterested, and at least Shirabu wouldn’t know he still thought about him all the time, years after they both graduated.

The drums started, and then the guitar, and Semi started to sing. “Every time I open my mouth, all that comes out is harsh words. They cut into you, but I can’t stop, cause I don’t know how to break this habit. How to break this habit. How do I break this habit of hurting you?”

It was no use. There was no hiding his feelings. The song meant as much to him now as when he first wrote it, curled up in his dorm room when he should have been doing homework, guilt filling him after what he said to Shirabu at practice that day.

******

Kawanishi had texted him earlier that day, asking him if he’d listened to Semi’s new song. Shirabu hadn’t, he’d been too busy writing an essay, but now it was turned in and he was caught up on his assignments, so he put in headphones and opened up the video.

Three minutes and forty seconds later, he called Kawanishi.

“You listened to it?”

“Is it really about me?”

Kawanishi hesitated. “Only Semi can answer that. But, I mean, you heard it.”

“I can’t believe he likes me. And instead of, you know, actually telling me, he tells the whole world instead? Who does that?”

“Well, you never told him your feelings.”

Shirabu huffed. “I never wrote a song about it, either.”

“If you knew how to write songs, you would have,” Kawanishi said, snickering. “Anyway, do you still like him?”

Tilting his head up to the ceiling, Shirabu was disappointed to find that it did not hold the answer to all of his problems. “Yeah.”

“So what are you going to do about it?”

******

“Semi-san?” The band’s assistant poked his head into the room. “Shirabu Kenjirou’s here to see you? He says he knows you?”

“Don’t let him in!” Semi shot to his feet, pushing aside his brainstorming papers. “I mean, I do know him, yes, but don’t let him in.”

“Okay, well-”

Shirabu came charging into the room. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“Look, Shirabu,” he said in a rush. “I wrote that song in high school, and I really didn’t want to release it, but my producer made me, and I’m sorry, but it’s not-”

“High school? Seriously? Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?”

Semi blinked. “Did you not listen to the song?”

“Well, I mean,” Shirabu threw his arms into the air. “I did. I did, but still. Why did you- What the- Ugh!”

“I’m sorry! I don’t want this any more than you do! I probably want this less than you do!” Semi was very aware of his band members’ curious eyes on them, but there was no helping that. He wasn’t technically out to them before now, but he was pretty sure they suspected, and he didn’t mind all that much. It was kind of funny that Shirabu didn’t care. Of course, it was different coming out to random people, but in school, he never told anyone that wasn’t on the volleyball team.

Shirabu glared at him for a moment more and then stormed over, grabbed his face, and kissed him.

Semi didn’t even have enough time to process that Shirabu Kenjirou just kissed him before he was pulling away.

“I have to go to work, but I’ll call you when my shift is over,” he said, and just like that, he was gone, leaving Semi to stare dumbfoundedly at the door.

Maybe his producer wasn’t too bad after all.

[sei-hoe]

manager pt. 2

first of all, thank you for all the love on the first part of this series.  it really warmed my heart 🥺this part is incredibly self-indulgent omg.  just the thought of tendou’s delicious hands/fingers makes me act up. 🥵like damn.

Reader x Tendou Satori feat. Ushijima & Semisemi

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

TW: language, nonconsensual touching maybe?? creepy behavior?

WC: 1.5k

Summary: After deciding to become the new Shiratorizawa manager, the reader experiences her first practice with the team andplayswithtendousfingersohlord.

3 o’clock had rolled around and you found yourself walking to the practice gym Tendou had described to you. You wanted to make a connection with someone, you wanted to make friends.  The sound of volleyballs bouncing off the floor, sneakers squeaking, and deep voices soon hit your ears. You had arrived at the gym.   

Tendou had hoped you would come later that day to practice. Earlier in the day after his conversation with you he began to reflect on what led him to you in the first place.  You were a new student about a month into the school year and were beautiful, it was hard not to notice you. You didn’t really make any friends though; even as several months went by. But that was fine by Tendou, you’d have all the friends you need in no time. In all honestly Tendou was looking to get his dick wet.  And since you were a new student and were unaware of the Shiratorizawa’s volleyball team's unsavory reputation, it made you the perfect victim.    

You peeked your head in the doorway of the large practice gym, silently observing the team.  Tendou was in the middle of a conversation with Ushijima and Semi off court while the rest of the team was warming up. You couldn’t help but stare at the three of them, all immensely attractive in their own way.  Ushijima was god-like in his build, all muscle with his tan skin and dark green eyes.  Semi was hot in a conventional, fuck boy kind of way.  Lastly, Tendou was all lanky, lean muscle with long extremities and large crimson eyes. 

You couldn’t hear what they were speaking about, but the three of them looked very engaged in the exchange.  “I can’t believe you haven’t noticed her Ushiwaka!” Tendou spoke.  Tendou went on to describe you to Ushijima and Semi.  Both of them nodding their heads as he spoke.  “She would be the perfect little stress reliever for us”, Tendou smiled, “especially you Ushiwaka -- she has quite the thing for you”.  

“Whatever... just keep quiet about the whole thing.” Ushijima commented while he and Semi walked off to practice with the rest of the team. 

“Aye aye Captain!” Tendou saluted.  

-----

“H-hi Tendou”, you spoke softly as you walked into the gym.

  “You decided to join us! I’m so glad!” Tendou met up with you as you walked over to him.  He slung an arm around your shoulders as you looked up at him.  

“Yeah, I think being the club manager will keep me busy...ya know...give me something to do,” you explained. 

“That’s great to hear! Let me introduce you to the team!”

Tendou went on to introduce you to the whole team.  They made you feel so welcome, as though you were a part of something.  It made your heart happy.  Maybe moving to a new school wasn’t so bad after all.  The first and second years looked to Ushijima to say something to you.  

“We’re happy to have you Y/N”, He announced curtly. You momentarily dazed off while looking at him, he was so stoic and handsome.  Like a mighty Greek god blessing you with his presence.  If you were being honest the thought of being closer to Ushijima vastly swayed your decision to join the team.  

He discussed the current practice goals with the team before breaking up from their huddle.  You walked over to the bench to begin filling up their water bottles from the brightly colored water cooler.  

“Hey manager”, Tendou said with a lazy smile.  “You mind helping me with something real quick?”

You nodded happily as Tendou pulled out a roll of white athletic tape from his pocket.  “I need your help taping up my fingers.” He wiggled his fingers in front of your face.  

Knowing little about the sport had put a confused look on your face. “I-” Tendou sensed your confusion and cut you off.  “I play the middle blocker position so my fingers are bound to get a little banged up during practices and games.  The tape prevents any injuries.” He hands you the tape and takes a seat on the bench.  “I just tape my pointer and middle fingers” He makes two peace signs to show you the fingers he’s referring to.   

You giggle at his gesture.  Tendou smiles, “come here”.  He pulls your arm toward him so that you are standing between his legs as he sits on the bench, your knees touching the cool metal of the seat.  Your cheeks heat up and your mouth feels dry. He grabs your hand in his and positions your pointer finger so that it’s in an upright position.  Using your finger as an example, he begins tracing around your finger, “this is how you want to do it…nice and slow…but tight as well...” He continues tracing, his eyes never leaving yours.  Your hands begin to sweat as your heart rate increases.  His hands must be twice the size of your own.  Long and bony, knuckles bulging from his skin, a couple of scars here and there.  Your skin tickles where he is touching and you can feel your cunt clench around nothing as he continues.  “...making sure not to miss a single spot.” Tendou releases your finger and holds up his left hand. 

“Ok, your turn now!”

You begin to unroll the tape and take his pointer finger in one hand, wrapping the tape around as he instructed with your other hand.  His fingers are warm and calloused and so so long.  You almost miss a spot on his finger when your mind wanders, wondering how far those fingers would be able to reach, much further than your own.  You snap out of it when Tendou tells you to move on to his middle finger. 

Your daydreaming continues as you finish up both hands.  You concentrate hard, making sure not to miss a single spot.  You barely notice Tendou beginning to get fidgety, assuming it’s because you’re taking too long you begin to apologize, “I’m sorry I’m taking so long, I’ve never done anything like this before.”  You look at Tendou only to look down to see a massive tent in his gym shorts.  Quickly looking up, your face turns beat red.  “O-oh-kay...I think I’m finished now,” you stutter. 

Tendou raises his hand up to his face flipping them around to inspect both the front and the back, “You did a great job! Thanks Y/N!”

“Tendou! Quit fuckin’ around and get out here!” Semi yells from his position on the court.  

“I’m going to need a second!” Tendou calls back, Semi rolls his eyes, suspecting what is taking place on the bench.  Tendou lowers his voice, “Look what you’ve done to me”, he sits back lazily on the bench, hands on his thighs, his erection on display.  

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,”  you quickly exclaim.  Tendou sits up and grabs your hands.  You’re still standing in between his legs, so close.  “No need to get defensive, I’m not angry with you...quite the opposite actually.”  He rubs small circles into the palms of your hands.  You start to back up, his legs tighten around yours, effectively trapping you from escaping.  

“Tendou, get out here,” Ushijima repeats Semi’s request, “practice is starting.”

Tendou stands up, towering over you, “I guess we’ve got to cut this short.” He reaches his hand in his gym shorts to situate his hard cock between his lower stomach and the waistband of his underwear, effectively hiding his erection from his teammates.  “Can I drive you home after practice? We can pick up where we left off?” You nod slowly, blinking up at him, “Yeah, okay”.  

“Great!” He exclaims.  “How about a kiss for good luck?” He holds one of his bandaged fingers up to your mouth, pushing into your plush lips.  You purse your lips slightly and give his finger a soft peck.  Tendou smiles his lazy smile, eyes half-lidded and lets out a soft groan and jogs onto the court. 

Semi and Ushijima look to Tendou as he gets in position, then they look at you. Your face is red and your thighs are pressed together, you’re trying so hard to not look affected by Tendou’s flirting, it’s adorable.  Semi laughs and shakes his head as Ushijima continues looking at you.  You catch his eyes just as he turns away from you.   There was something unfamiliar there, the stoic captain rarely conveys any emotion, but nevertheless, you saw something.  Jealousy? Anger? You didn’t know.  

A whistle sounds and practice begins.  

[souichieatr]

wanna be yours, ch2

suna x freader , foxy boy

where in which two opposites fall in love

a/n: for everyone who commented on the posts youve been added sorry i cant reply <//3 if you're interested in being in the taglist send me an ask, i was thinking of making a playlist for the au would anyone be interested? lmk !! sorry if there are any mistakes or if its bad this is my first writing <3

ch1. this voice im hearing rn? , hey bestie

word count: 2,090

the first song- The Ghost of You- my chemical romance

second song- I Bet on Losing dogs- mitski

third song- Crybaby- destroy boys

pocketing her phone after reading tendous message, she opens the door waving to a couple friends and offers friendly smile taking her seat. a pair of pale green eyes follow her. after yesterday suna did a little research about her y/n y/l/n the bassist and youngest in the band called 4u, she has quite a big following on twitter, she's really nice and interacts with the fans. looking at her now you can't imagine her on stage suna thought. breaking away from his thoughts as the teacher walks in. spouting for about what feels like hours and the students taking notes, finally lunch approaches. y/n jumps from her seat grabbing her case she walks to the third year hallway. waving to her friends they walk to her, tendou wrapping his arms around her “y/n!!!!!! i missed you” laughing as she hugged him back “tendou!!! i missed you toooo.” she turns to the grey haired male, “semisemi!!” she says giving him a hug, he rolls his eyes and hugs her back “and ushi!!” she turns to the brunette to which he pats her head “good afternoon y/n.” as they go to the lunch room to grab their lunch, they walk to one of the music rooms they usually occupy. a beep from her phone grabs her attention seeing her friend atsumu asking if him his twin and their friend can join for lunch, “hey guys you dont mind if atsumu and his friends come join us?” she says setting down her case against the wall. “nah you can invite them, atsumu is our biggest hype man” tendou says, grabbing his drum sticks from his back pocket. texting him its cool she goes to unzip her bass. “oh ms lady ive missed you” she says hugging the instrument, “i can't believe you two and always wanting to play, dont yall have any other hobby?” semi says, grabbing the schools given guitar setting the speaker up for y/n. tendou gives a scoff “semisemi dont act like you hate hearing us play i see you listening to our covers alllll the timeeeee” he says “yeah semi besides we have a concert soon and it wouldnt be bad to have an audience” y/n says walking to semi to connect her bass to the speaker when the door opens, entering is atsumu in the middle, osamu on his left, and a mystery guy in the back. setting her bass down running up to the blond “tsumu!!” giving him a hug “y/n!!” he hugs her back, she waves to osamu, who shes met on an occasion. looking towards the dark haired guy she walks up to him, noticing shes seen him somewhere. “youre suna right? we're in the same class?” she says giving him a hand and a awkward smile, nodding at her words. “hope its okay im here” he says taking her hand giving a slight shake. “nah dont worry its nice to have a different face, seeing tsumu is getting boring” turning around to the male. “what she means to say is we could use practice in front of new people” the grey haired male says giving a small laugh when tendou scoffs at him, both guys walking towards the small group. “this is semi and this is tendou” she says introducing them. when the introductions are over the two males go back to setting up, y/n walks the newcomers to the sitting area “here you guys can sit, im sure you all know ushijima” on hearing his name he looks up from his name giving a small head bow. they all sit “any recommendations tsumu?” y/n says walking to her bass making sure everything was good, looking towards the small group. “y/n you know my favorites” atsumu says stealing one of his brothers onigiri. y/n laughs and rolls her eyes, turning to tendou “anything you wanna try tori?” tendou looks at her with a smile “y/n lets show semi whatweve been working on” hearing this semi looked at them “what do you guys mean? what did you two do” y/n chuckles at the grey hairs doubtful expression “mr semisemi you know your favorite mcr song” when she sees him nod she continues “me and tori learned it” she says pushing him lightly. semi looked at her with wide eyes then at tendou, looking at semi tendou flicked his drum stick between his fingers with a nod. “wow semi cant believe you, we spent so much hours perfecting a my chemical romance for your sap self and he doesn't believe us y/nie i might

” tendou says fake sniffing. the little group in the back beyond confused, atsumu clearing his throat “have you three forgotten us already, wheres our show” ushijima nodding his head “yeah why are you guys being so vague” tendou snickers “dont worry you three and wakatoshi we have decided to play a new song or well cover i should say” “yeah and its semi’s favorite band you know the one that he wears on his shirts?” ushijima looking towards the girl after hearing her statement he nods. “okay can we play now ive been waiting to show my skills and get our lovely semi's opinion” y/n says removing her pick, both boys giving a ‘yeah’. finally tendou does the countdown. suna looks at all three of them with slight excitement in his stomach, ‘is this a new song im going to hear?’ before he could think of anything else, semi started playing a few chords by himself and y/n starting to add her own strums then tendou adding drums. sunas eyes widen at how well all the sounds blended together, freezing in his spot when semi started singing, when hitting the chorus y/n joins him. suna looking at her, he felt like he had been put in a trance, feeling like theres a spotlight on her when she starts nodding her head seeing her tongue sticking out when stringing the instrument. towards the end you can see y/n lose focus and her eye twitches, ending the song she sighs. “hey sorry about the end” waving to the guys to her left with a frown. hearing applause from the group the frown doesnt last long. “WHOOO!!!!! THAT WAS MY BESTIES GO SEMI! GO TENDOU! GO Y/N!!” atsumu gets up and yells. “that was so good what the hell that was yer first time too?” he says going up to the group, high-fiving y/n. “i mean me and tendou practiced together but semi basically has every song by them memorized but together? yeah our first.” tendou getting up to get his water that was next to ushijima. semi joining the fake blond and the girl, patting her on her back “that was a good first for us i can tell you and tendou worked hard, we're definitely adding it to the set list.” getting a laugh from both of them semi walks to the small group. “hey man that was really good, you have a nice voice” suna says as semi approaches, semi turned to him surprised “oh thank you im glad you enjoyed, do you listen to our stuff?” he says taking a seat next to him. “ive recently just started, i hope that doesnt sound too weird” the dark haired suddenly getting a little embarrassed, chuckling “its not weird i promise, well its good you listen to us or im sure it would've been awkward to just be here” nodding along to what he said. tendou going back to the drums “are you cowards tapping out now?” “COWARDS?!?!” y/n yells back turning around “i am no coward tendou satori i'll make you eat those words semi get over here” she said grabbing semis attention and shooing atsumu back to his seat. chuckling as he sat back down, turning to suna “howd ya like em? theyre good huh?” suna rolling his eyes “im not going to help inflate your ego tsumu” “yeah tsumu yer big ego is not cute” gasping to their remarks “you guys are so mean to me, i introduce you to nice music and even the artists and this is the thanks i get” before any could respond tendou starts clicking his sticks. starting this one is tendou with a slower sound, y/n entering second then semi with vocals. y/n leans down to mess with something by her foot turning a notch noises like static come out adding to the music, coming up fast she starts adding her vocals complimenting semis. pressing on the box she leans down as more noises come out. atsumu leans over to sunas ear “thats a pedal that holds other sounds and can help stretch other sounds” suna giving him a nod. towards the end y/n reaches down to the pedal again adding a distorted sound before adding her last bit of ‘oohs’ before the song ends. everyone clapping as the members stay still for s bit before y/n dramatically bows “youre so welcome lovely audience” she says blowing kisses to them, laughing at her atsumu jumps up and down pretending to be a crazy fan “oh y/n you were so go

od i love you y/n!!!” y/n laughing at him. “hey atsumu what about me!” tendou asks swinging his hand “howd i do?” “oh tendou you were so good, i love you too tendou!!!” he says swinging his arm back. tendou satisfied with his response nods his head, “and with that lets play one more i still want time to actually eat before we play again later.” “yeah lets try ‘crybaby’ we haven't done that in awhile” semi says getting in position.“remember y/n you do the verses” y/n nods clearing her throat “go tori” she says and tendou starts the counting again. starting the counting fast he gets one beat then y/n starts off with singing, swinging her bass back she grabs the mic. suna cracks a smile nodding his head a little as he remembers this song on their youtube, atsumu whistling when y/n dips down her mic as she sings, letting the boys have a solo in between verses she bobs her head. the last few seconds of the song she swings the instrument back as she steps on the pedal creating feedback, as semi goes to vocals she starts getting a solo with tendou playing, y/n leans forward and her and semi sing the rest of the song. after the last note they all look out of breath. clapping for them again letting them catch their breath, y/n starts laughing “i forget how hard that song is towards the end” laughing with her tendou nods “its literally the last 50 seconds that get the hardest” “alright lets clean up” semi says laughing at both of their bored looks they send him. finishing up they all go to the group whove are talking among themselves. sighing as she sits y/n takes the seat next to suna, “so howd you like the songs?” she says with a smile “they were good though i only recognized the last one” he replies, “tsumu told me you started listening to us recently so i thought or well semi thought wed show off a bit with our best song being that” she says with a smile grabbing her bottle. a small smile appears on his face “oh hey tsumu told me youre like really good in your classes and i really need help in history and since we have that group project coming up do you wanna pair up?” she says setting her bottle down grabbing a bag of chips. “yeah i dont mind as long as you actually do something and i can help you study if your grade is that bad” he says. “thatd actually help me out a lot i really appreciate it” she lets a breath out. after that the two spent all lunch just talking, the conversation coming easy for both of them. hearing the bell ring y/n hugs her friends and walks with suna to their class, pairing up in the project the teacher had given them in their period. after class before y/n rushed out she passed him her number with a wink “text me for the deets foxy boy.” ‘foxy boy? suna thought to himself shaking his head texting her with a simple ‘hey its suna’ and heading home.

facts !

during lunch when suna and y/n we're talking the followed each other on twitter

semi was really touched they learned the mcr song

the 4u concert is at a small venue but no one really cares about the other groups going there

osamu and atsumu almost started fighting over the onigiri until suna said something about ushijima being right there

atsumu was watching suna and y/n talking

osamu actually really enjoyed being there during lunch

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@applekenm , @xhanjisungiex , @astronomyturtle , @sirachano0dles , @yn-tingz , @killmepls-uwu , @bakugouswh0r3

[wasabito]

had so much fun writing for my baby boy tendou, so here’s my entry for the hqhq sfw server collab! be sure to check out the rest on the masterlist found here! enjoy ✨

words: 3.0k

prompt: “you woke me up at 3am for this?”

synopsis: your neighbor is ridiculous, kind of annoying and little bit on the weird side, but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

You had to be the biggest idiot on the planet—an obvious exaggeration, yes, but you were still inclined to believe it was true. 

How else could you explain the feeling of being so utterly fed up with one’s actions like this? Were there enough words in the dictionary to describe just how exhausted you were by your own antics, more specifically, your forgetfulness since that’s what had landed you in a world of pain and embarrassment?

The answer was no.

You sat with your back pressed against your front door, head in your hands and chin tucked between your raised knees and chest. At your side was your wallet along with stacks of newspapers, coupons and whatever else had been stuffed in your mailbox, bills probably. Advertisements too. Honestly, it was hard to be happy about a new restaurant opening up down the block when you were currently stuck—locked out of your apartment to be precise.

The landlord of your cheap little complex wasn’t expected to be back for another hour according to the sign posted outside of his office. So until then, you’d remain posted up by your doorstep like some loiterer. 

You shifted in place and blew a puff of air from your lips, feeling little pinpricks in your legs. For the fifth time in the last forty-five minutes you felt like kicking yourself, hard.

The sun hung low, nearly touching the distant horizon signifying the end of another day. Even the sky was painted a warm umber, casting dim shadows.

“Locked out, huh?” came a snide, but accented voice.

It took you way longer than necessary to realize that suddenly you weren’t the only person on this floor. God, where was your head at?

A pair of forest green crocs stood before you, complete with a few odd charms and trinkets. A cartoon volleyball, pinned next to a smiley face, a donut and a gaudy “i heart paris” chain dangling from the ankle strap. A person’s shoes could say a lot about who they were...your mother thought so, at least.

Resisting the urge to projectile vomit all over this stranger’s rather questionable taste in footwear, your wary gaze panned upward, glossing over white tube socks and a pair of the longest legs you’ve ever seen on a person—yet another exaggeration. You came face to face with a crooked smile. Curious ruby eyes returned your stare with almost the same amount of scrutiny.

Who the hell was this guy?

Mystery-man easily towered over you, and not only because you were hunched over and sitting. He was tall as hell, all lanky build, gangly arms and legs disguising lithe muscle and a surprisingly sturdy frame. He looked like the i-run-every-morning type; semi-athletic at the very least. His buzzed hair was the color of cinnamon, no that wasn’t right, paprika maybe? Either way, it contrasted sharply with the paleness of his skin, so much so that you could see the faint blue of the veins in his arms.

“Yoohooo, anybody hooome?” He tilted his head at you.

“Huh? Oh uh, yeah, I’m locked out. I forgot my key inside and Mr. Laurent won’t be back until later.”

“Hmm. That sucks...”

“...Um… do I… do I know you or something? You look a little familiar.”

He pinned you with a funny look, before pulling out a set of keys from the back pocket of his shorts.

“Maybe you do, maybe you don’t~ I mean we are neighbors, after all.” Laughing as if he’d made some sort of joke, he entered his apartment with a twirl and a dramatic wave of his arms.

You stared at his door for a solid minute, only to finally succumb to your urges and facepalm at your own idiocy. Of course he looked familiar, how could he not when he literally lived four feet away.

With a sigh of resignation, you braced yourself for another hour spent sitting outside your front door. It wasn’t like there was any other place you could go or anyone you could call. The battery icon on your phone blinked red, warning that it was soon to run out of juice. Guess that meant no Among Us or Subway Surfer for you.

Five minutes later, the door next to you opened. It was Mystery-man again, but this time, he sat in front of his door, just like you were. And he did so with a bag of pretzels and a jar of nutella in hand.

“Must be bored out here by yourself.” He crunched on a pretzel before offering you the bag to take some. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep ya company.”

You weren’t sure why, but there was something about this guy that intrigued you. You half-wondered if it was the funny little curl of his smile, or the wideness of his eyes that made it seem like he was looking at all of you, all at once. 

"You must be pretty bored...uh,"

"Satori Tendou, but most people call me Tendou. Miracle boy works just fine too."

"Right... Tendou, as I was saying, you must be incredibly bored to come sit out here with me. You sure you don't have anything important to do?"

Tendou's grinned widened. "Positive! And it costs me nothing to be neighborly, so don't even sweat it."

That was...nice of him?

If sitting outside with you was the way he wanted to spend his late Tuesday afternoon who were you to deny him? And truthfully, you didn't mind the company, at least not really. Provided this guy wasn't some creepy-stalker-weirdo, you were sure there wasn't any harm in getting to know the person who lived one door over.

"So, Tendou, how long have you lived in the area? You don't really look like you're from around here...I could be wrong."

Tendou raised a thin brow at you. "Weeeell, if you're asking about how long I've lived next door, it would be about three maybe four months give or take, but if you're asking how long I've lived in Paris, it would be a year next month. Speaking of, I think Semisemi has a birthday coming up..."

You watched as he pulled out his cell phone and tapped away at the illuminated glass screen. You couldn't help but notice the goofy little anime stickers on his phone case. One in particular caught your attention.

“Is that...Kirara? From Inuyasha??”

“Oho! So, you recognize this?”

Backtracking, you mumble out, “Ah, well…only a little.” Though your face was turned away, the tiny smile on your lips was not hidden from Tendou and he thought you were pretty cute.

Funnily enough, what you had expected to be a rather unnerving and possibly creepy exchange turned out to be anything but. Tendou was incredibly fun to talk to—a bit teasing and a little overwhelming with his superfluous hand movements and gestures. But he was funny and a lot kinder that you would’ve given him credit for.

You learned that he was originally from Japan; it explained his accented French. He had come to Paris right out of high school to study culinary arts in one of the most renowned countries for it. Now he worked as a chocolatier, under the tutelage of a master patisserie in the city, an older man who was both a creative genius and a thorn in Tendou’s side. Tendou spoke of his teacher with equal parts awe and annoyance. 

And he got to know you too. How you’d found yourself in Paris, thousands of miles away from home in an effort to rediscover yourself in the city full of rich history and culture. 

You didn’t have many friends here, and it truly was a pleasure to make his acquaintance.

Soon, you both heard the telltale sound of jangling keys as your landlord rounded the corner with his clipboard in hand. Once you were able to get your door open, you waved a goodbye to Tendou.

“Thanks for keeping me company, you really didn’t have to.”

“No biggie, it was fun!” He threw a mischievous little grin and a peace-sign over his shoulder and reentered his apartment. 

You found yourself wanting to cross paths with him again, and hopefully in better circumstances. But you hadn't known your wishful thinking was soon to manifest as you ambled through grocery store aisles a week later, eyeing down any items with pictures on it.

“Why in the hell is this toilet paper so expensive.” You mumbled.

“So, you complain about the price of toilet paper, but wear sneakers that cost two-thirds our rent.” That voice sounded familiar, and after hearing it for about an hour just days ago, you were a bit surprised you could recognize it so quickly. 

Stunned, you looked up to find Satori Tendou, your quirky neighbor with an arm full of pita chips, a milk carton, and baby carrots.

“I never said I made the best choices.” You found yourself smiling despite the previous crease in your brow. “...Dude, get a cart before you drop everything.”

Instead of getting his own, he simply dumped what he had into your cart with a teasing grin. You couldn’t argue with his logic there. Tendou sidled up against you, once again towering over you with a kind of ease that should be criminal. “Need help reading something?”

You wanted to say no. You almost said no. But swallowing your pride, you gave a weak nod. “Yeah, this word right here.” Pointing to the unfamiliar script printed on the label. “What the heck is this?”

“Weeeeell, looks like that brand is scented, ya know, for when ya—”

“Don’t bother finishing that sentence...please.”

You quickly grab what you need and continue on down the aisle with Tendou following closely behind.

Just like when you’d first met him, he made conversation the entire way. By the time you both made it to the cash registers, you’d argued at least three times over french pronunciations and whether cashews were the cousin of peanuts.

And just as last time, he left you with a grin and a peace-sign while you stared after his retreating back, paid groceries in hand.

After an entire day spent baking, you found yourself on Tendou’s doorstep with a tupperware full of baked goodies later the next evening. You had been meaning to thank him for being such a good neighbor to you. It was certainly unexpected, but a welcome gesture nonetheless.

You only had to knock twice before the door was wrenched open and you were greeted with the set of...vanilla? Some pop song played in the background while your neighbor looked at you curiously.

"H-Hey Tendou, I um...I baked you these." You held out the plastic container, hoping he'd simply take it from you without question and you could return to your apartment without somehow embarrassing yourself. "There's a little bit of everything in there, oatmeal raisin, chocolate chip, macadamia nut—wait you aren't allergic to anything, right?"

"Nooope! Not a thing, thanks neighbor!"

"It was no problem, especially since you've helped me, not once but twice now."

Frowning, you couldn't help but be a little upset with yourself. You'd come to France to prove that you could, in fact, live a normal life outside of your family’s jurisdiction but day by day you were proving to need them more and more. 

It was disappointing, to say the least.

"Hmm, what’s with the constipated look on your face. Did the toilet paper not help?” Tendou tilted his head at you with a teasing grin, lips curled at the edges, taunting. You blinked up at him, surprised, and if you were honest, a little annoyed too. 

"Hah?!"

"Just thought it was worth a mention, nighty-night~!"

Tendou proceeded to shut the door on you; one hand rested on the frame and the other held on to the cookies. You quickly took a step back lest he chop your entire arm off, ready to trudge off in the direction of your own home but not before sticking your tongue out at him.

Stupid Tendou, always saying stupid shit. 

You were on the couch, half asleep when it dawned on you that it had been his own twisted, “Tendou” way of cheering you up. 

The rest of the month passed just like that. Occasionally, you would bump into Tendou at the grocery store, or the leasing office, or even the laundromat. And every single time, he’d either make you laugh until your sides hurt or annoyed enough to want to give him a friendly punch. At one point, you two had even exchanged phone numbers, because according to Tendou “it was ridiculous not to have your friends on speedial” which only led to hours spent on Facetime or playing iMessage games.

You knew exchanging numbers would come back to bite you in the ass, it was only a matter of when.

It was clear you weren’t going to any sleep tonight, that was for sure. The incessant buzzing of your cell phone every five minutes was an enemy to your circadian rhythm. You could name on one hand those in your contacts with enough sense to know that you lived in a completely different time zone from them now.

Somehow your neighbor was the very last person you suspected, but it was his contact photo that stared back at you, goofy looking grin and all. You squinted against the brightness of your screen in your otherwise dark bedroom.

you up?

come quick

gotta show ya somethin

come oooon

you're awake, i know you are

It took you less than a minute to shuffle on a pair of slippers, grab your keys (you weren't going to forget them this time) and slip out of your apartment.

You hadn't even knocked twice before the door was pulled open. Tendou looked a mess, more so than usual. Unidentified stains littered the apron looped around his thin waist, streaks of what you hoped were just flour and granulated sugar were all over his hands. You almost wanted to ask if he was baking or dealing dope.

“You woke me up at three in the morning...for this?”

“Yuuup!”

"When I said you could call me at any time, I really didn’t mean any time.” You scratch your side, a contemplative look on your face at the sight of Tendou in what you would assume to be his pajamas. An old volleyball hoodie with the words "Shirazorizawa" printed across the front, and old sweats the were so obviously cut with scissors at the knee.

Rolling your eyes, you mumbled a curt, “Alright, move aside.”

Tendou ushered you over to his kitchen where several of his cooking supplies laid on the island, along with a tray of some chocolate dessert spread.

“It’s all still in the testing phase, but I think I’m onto something here.”

He was definitely giving off “mad scientist” vibes. You tried not to snort.

Holding a small chocolate cake in his hand, he smiled, a genuine smile this time. "Open wide."

You obeyed, far too tired to argue, and let him pop the treat into your mouth. Tendou watched as you chewed, as if it were the most interesting thing ever. His wide gaze carefully took in every shift in your expression.

"So? Whaddya think?"

"I...," You chewed a bit more. "...It's delicious! Is that—"

"—Pistachio, why yes it is!" 

Tendou was practically bouncing on his feet with excitement. "It takes the entire thing to a whole new level."

You had to agree with him there. This was probably the best chocolate madeleine you'd ever tasted. "Great work, miracle boy. Will you be introducing this new recipe to Claude?"

Mentioning his teacher seemed to sober him up a bit. "Ehh, maybe? The old man's a bit of traditionalist, so I'll just have to figure out a way to get him to approve."

"Maybe try calling him at three in the morning?" 

Tendou stuck his tongue out at you before popping a dessert in his mouth. The pure delight on his face was so contagious, you found yourself smiling just the same. You couldn’t help but admire his passion.

“Hey, Tendou… do you like your job?”

He blinked at you, chewing coming to a slow halt. “Well of course! The pay isn’t the best just yet, but it’s a labor of love. I’m willing to put my all into it at least.”

“Huh… that’s pretty cool.” You wiped your fingers on a nearby rag. “I hope to feel the same one day… if I can figure out what I wanna do.”

“Why not bake? You’re pretty good at it.”

“Oh am I? Last week you said my baking needed some work.”

“Well, duh, but my standards when it comes to confectionaries are impossibly high. Even so, I think you’d be successful as a baker. What’s stopping you from pursuing your labor of love?”

And that was the thing with Tendou. He talked a lot, teased even more, but it was never idle ramblings. Somehow, he always seemed to hit right at the heart of the issue with almost painfully uncomfortable accuracy.

“I don’t really know so…” You looked away, trailing off.

“Either way,” he said and placed a finger under your chin, raising your head until you were looking him in the eye. “I’m rooting for you.”

For a moment, you simply stared, awestruck. It was the first time in a long while someone was actually putting their faith in you, believing in you. He had come blazing into your life unabashed with his easy grins and gaze alight with mischief. His encouraging words, sincerity, sensitivity. Tendou was really incredible.

“Tendou…” You took his hand in yours, squeezing it. “Thanks. For everything.”

“Of course, what are neighbors for.”

BONUS:

Three months later you sat curled up next to Tendou on his sofa, his entire apartment smelled of chocolate cocoa with hints of cinnamon.

Before you was an application. Culinary school.

“You really think I can do this?”

Tendou placed his head on your shoulder with a tiny smirk. “One hundred and twenty percent!”

You pondered for a moment, then decided that if he thought you were up for the challenge then you’d believe him.

“For the record, you probably aren’t supposed to recommend your girlfriend for an interview. You know, conflict of interest and all.”

Tendou laughed and pulled you closer. “Trust me, we’ll be fine, so don’t worry your pretty little head, ‘kay?”

[ickymichi]

𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝.

a tendou satori x reader series.

✟ there’s always been the one rule every person who’s been in a band knows not to break, never mess around with your band mates. but Satori was sick of the groupies, sick of catching the bra’s and panties that were flung at him every night. he just wanted the one thing he couldn’t have.

✟ warnings: swearing, eventual smut, eventual angst(?), drug use, inappropriate themes, comedy.

✟ things to know: band au!, some timeskip careers mentioned, slow updates.

✟ if you’d like to be added to the taglist just send an ask! <3

✟ word count: 1.8k

✟ note: first actual chapter of this series! it’s nothing big but obviously i wanted to get something written for this series! but i hope you enjoy my dears! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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The bright lights and screams from the small crowd in the underground venue was what brings you back down from the high you’re always on whenever you sit on the small bouncing stool behind the drum set on stages every second or third night. You heard Semi thanking everyone for coming and whatever shit he always says. Once you seen him bow and Tendou go to pick up the collection of bra’s and panties thrown on stage, you raised a hand and threw one of the drumsticks into the crowd, your own way of saying goodbye before making your way offstage. Semi and Tendou’s tall frames following behind, the same order as always.

The sweat was pouring out of you, tonight being more of a wilder one than the usual calm sets you’ve been having in bars or party’s recently. they were easy money, but they got boring after just a few hours. so all three of you were in desperate need of a night like tonight.

Turning the corner of the small, dark corridor to your dressing room for tonight you were met with the stench of weed, 3 different girls on the beat up leather couch, a rolled joint in one of the girls hands and white lines on a tray to the others left. Like always, you went straight to the showers to get the scent of sweat and fake smoke of you.

You really don’t know when but the cropped black tank top you had on was ripped down one side but your usual headband you sported every show was missing and it now became you new priority to track it down. “Satori! Where the fuck is my headband?” you stomped back out to see the wanted man desperately trying to pull the tight leather pants down his lanky legs. His head was whipped up to at the sound of your annoyed voice and then quickly darted his eyes over to the blonde that had previously rolled the joints and was now fawning over semi and his revealed tattoos. “oi” was all you muttered out behind her and holding out your empty hand—also noting some of your rings were gone. She turned her head to you with a scowl covering her features, which also revealed your missing accessory that caused your distress. “that’s her bandana and she’s quite obviously looking for it back,” Tendou quipped in making every one bar the girl laugh. After time, she untied it from the back and forcefully placed it back in your hand. Dramatically you held your arm, acting as if she pained you, tendou again laughing with you.

Finally you were able to hop into the shower and quickly get your self freshened and rub the accesses makeup off your eyes that was already smudged from your constant wiping, trying to stop the sweat dripping from your hairline.

“(y/n)!! please help me out of these, semisemi just keeps fucking laughing!” the peace and quiet you had was quickly interrupted by Tendou’s loud whining. “how the fuck am I not supposed to laugh when your walking around with them swinging around your ankles and your dick hanging out?” “what, Its out?!”

The large door separating the bathroom from the connected dressing room swung open and revealed Satori with his leathers pooled at his ankles and— surprising his dick not actually ‘hanging out’. “please help me sugartits, they’re fucking stuck even with my skinny ankles,” he hopped onto the counter and held his legs up for you to guide them off him. “well for starters, take your fucking shoes off!, and also I swear i saw these in the women’s section of some online store?” jokingly you shouted at him and moved to untie the doc martin’s around his feet. “yeah? You probably did, stole them from that chick that wouldn’t stop hanging off me last month,” both of you laughing at his silliness and falling into a comfortable silence.

The only noise was the voices off the others in the separate room and a recognisable Mötley Crüe song shaking the floor from the stage.

“what you think of tonight then?” the silence being broken by Satori like usual. “uhhh, it was definitely something but yeah, it was fun. Its nice to have a night like that every now and then, specially since we’ve just been in bars doing the same covers for the past two weeks. What about you huh?” he hummed, a noise of agreement showing he was listening, a habit you grew to learn. “I guess it was good fun yeah, although I didn’t appreciate nearly getting hit with a dildo within the first two songs. But I agree, it’s nice to do our own shit and not covers in a bar with a bunch of middle age boring shits. I think we’ve another show that’ll probably be like this again on Saturday.”

Saturday, today was Thursday so you’ve a nice day or two to just lie around, the other probably filled with travelling and setting up.

After about 10 minutes you had unlaced both his boots and chucked them onto the floor and not too long later his ‘borrowed’ pants joined them. “thanks chicken, lifesaver as always,” he pulled you into an embrace with one arm before leaving to find his spare clothes in the other room. He did always have the weirdest nicknames.

The night bled into the early hours of the morning, Semi and Tendou both getting their share of the girls there while you kicked your feet up, sparking up a conversation and passing the joints with your friend Taichi who was also your ‘manager’, he wasn’t really he just acted like it when venues would ask important questions and tagged along for the free show and nights at different clubs.

He was also the one who suggested you start moving to the motel down the street for the night before the venue boots you all out. Quickly you agreed, not fancying seeing any more glimpses of your friends and strangers body parts. Obviously the girls whined to the boys, asking if they could come, saying it’s dangerous for girls to walk home alone at night, “sorry ladies, but we’ll be sharing a bed tonight and I don’t fancy getting an unwanted facial on a Thursday night,” you butted into their persuasive conversation by wrapping an arm around the boys from the back of the couch and giving a friendly smile.

By the time you all got your equipment packed away and into the van it was nearing 4:30 in the morning and you, quite literally we’re going to fall into the bed. It wasn’t the nicest of places but you were just spending tonight and the next two there, unless you decided to go out after the shows and find some rando’s condo to spend the night in. All three of you pushed your way into the small room trying to get the edges of the double bed. And it wasn’t easy trying to squeeze through two 6’2 lean men, resulting in you again stuck in the middle of them staring at the blank roof, desperately waiting for the sun to rise so you could find some place to get food and away from the mess of limbs under the covers.

When you did wake up it felt like you’d only slept for two hours, when in reality it had been about 10. The afternoon sun melting through the old curtains and falling into your pillow. As you moved to see what had finally woke you from the deep sleep you saw Semi at the small table, his guitar resting on his knees and his worn, nimble fingers scribbling words on his notebook he kept for when lyrics would come to him.

“mornin’ early bird,” all you could let out was a groan, your mind still coming to its senses. “there’s food n’ shit there Satori went out to get it, we was the first up, surprisingly,” he breathed out the last remark before moving to pick up the red pencil and get back to writing lyrics before they left his head.

The food that Tendou got was still warm so he must’ve of been up long before you anyway. “where is he?” “beats me, probably wandering round like always,” quickly he responded and took the pic from between his teeth and started strumming a tune while humming, what you were guessing, was the lyrics on the page.

Letting your curiosity get the better of you, you pulled your phone from where it was connected to the wall by the charger and found Satori’s contact and pressed the call icon, moving away from the sound of Eita and his guitar you went to go outside and sit on the bench outside your rooms window.

“hello, hello,” his ever cheerful voice filled the speakers of your phone that was wedged between your shoulder and ear. “hey, I was just calling to see where you are that’s all,” you piped up when he went quiet, tutting when you realised you were out of cigarettes. “oh you know, just out sightseeing ‘tis all,” “cool cool, well i’m going to the store now you need anything?” he hummed into the phone, indicating that he was thinking of something he needed. “just cigs I guess and get me that drink I like while there, i’ll pay you later,” bidding him goodbye as the small shop on the corner came into view you slipped your phone into your sweatpants pocket and walked to the back where they kept the energy drinks.

Exiting the shop with everything you needed you walked to make your way back till you saw a familiar head of red locks across the street and quickly, but quietly made your way to his figure.

Sneaking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his middle, feeling his ribs press into your arms, something you’ve noted recently. He sucked air into his lungs and jumped slightly before laughing with you. “here you go your highness,” was how you greeted him and chucked him his requested items. “thanks muffincake, i’ll pay you back later I swear,” you scoffed and shook his offer off, suggesting you stroll around the city until Semi called either of you to ‘get your sorry asses back to the room’.

Your stroll progressed into a very long walk and by the time Satori suggested you head back with an arm around your shoulder it was already dark, the night life staring to come out of hiding. eyeing a club across the street you thought might be a good shout to visit in case you three got bored tonight, making a mental note of its location.

“Didn’t Semisemi say we need to go over the set list again cause, someone, messed up last night,” a sing-song voice dragged you out of your club browsing and brought a scowl to your face. “excuse me, you’re the one who told me we were doing ‘nasty’ after the interlude, prick,” he pulled his chin up and started to ‘think’ about your accusation before loudly dubbing it false; “nope, I don’t recall doing such a thing. I could never, but if it boots your already sky high ego then, of course I did my dearest apologies baby cakes,” “do you ever shut up,” “when i’m face first in pus-” “Don’t even!”

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[obscureamor]

dear manager

❥ tendou satori x fem! reader

❥ TW// alluded nsfw, nonconsensual touching, slapping, dacryphilia; sexual arousal from seeing tears

» request// “could i please make a request where shirabu or tendou is a yandere for their manager? but then find out they’re already dating someone and they kinda go apeshit. i’m in love with your writing!”

» A/N a-apeshit? this isn’t as apeshit as i wanted to make it lmao, but i still had fun writing it! thank you so much!! <3 also, tendou feat. mr. semisemi because i couldn’t resist.

✧ this is for @seeuonadarknite​ ! thank you for all your help w/ the banner and for beta-reading the fic! <3!!

The sounds of the basket being hit rattled through the gym as volleyballs were being thrown into it. The wheels of the cart squeaked as you rolled it into the storage closet. It was only Tendou and you in the gym. He volunteered to help you clean up after you said you’d handle it so everyone else could go home early. Semi was reluctant to leave you alone with him, for reasons unknown to you, but he couldn’t make that big of a deal. Unless he wanted the whole team to know you two were together. 

Tendou seemed oddly quiet the whole time. He didn’t even sing those jingles he normally did nor did he converse with Ushiwaka, opting to just focus on practicing. 

You placed your bag and phone down on the ground before speaking, voice cutting through the silence, “Is there something on your mind?”

You both stood in the storage closet. The door closed after you, the only light that was coming in was through the gap in the doors. This honestly wasn’t like him. You were so worried. This was, in a way, your teammate and if you couldn’t even help him out with something that was so clearly eating at him then what good were you? 

“Tendou...” you stood in front of him to try and make some sort of eye contact to show that you were here and willing to help. “I’m your manager, which means I care about you guys. If there’s anything I can do, please let me know.”

He was still silent as you finally made eye contact, so you continued on, “This isn’t like you. You didn’t even talk to Ushiwaka today and normally you have a lot to say to him.” You chuckled. “So if you could just—“

“Break up with him.”

Were you hearing him correctly?

“Hm?” 

“Semi. Break up with Semi.”

Your eyes widened. “What? W-We’re not together s-so I don’t—“

“That’s a lie,” he paused and when you didn’t respond he continued, “I saw you two in the hallway. Don’t you think it’s kind of indecent to be groping each other so heavily at school?”

He snickered before stepping closer to you. 

You took a step back. 

“You need to break up with him.”

“Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious? He’s not good enough for my dear manager.” 

You hated this feeling that you were experiencing. You could feel your grasp on the situation slowly slipping. 

“You don’t know that. That’s not true at all... he’s a really great person. You know this. He’s your—” ‘friend’ you wanted to say but stopped once you saw him grit his teeth. You took a deep breath, trying the best you could to de-escalate the situation. “Tendou... we should really get going. It’s getting late. I’m sure we can talk about this some other time, but for now, we both need to get home and get some rest.” Your voice was wobbly. You felt like you could burst into tears at any moment. 

Truth be told you were always afraid of him, but how could you say something? How would you even bring such a conversation up with your boyfriend? Tendou’s eyes always seemed to linger on you a little longer. His hand on your back would be a little lower, way too low for someone who you weren’t in a relationship with. It seemed like he had a knack for making his presence known to you. He also had a thing for startling you. It would make the team laugh because who knew their little manager was so jumpy? And Semi would always scowl at it, but he couldn’t show too much concern because no one knew about you two or at least you thought no one knew. 

Tendou started smiling. It was an off smile, crooked. Something that made you want to throw up. Something that made you want to crawl into a hole and never come back out. The way he looked at you did nothing to calm you down. It seemed like this was all a joke to him.

“Tendou... you’re— you’re scaring me.”

The way your lower lip trembled and the tears that escaped your eyes made him sigh. Has Semi ever witnessed you in such a pure state? Has he ever seen the pure unadulterated fear in your eyes? At least Satori could say he’s experienced the one thing he hasn’t. 

You didn’t do anything as he walked towards you, only taking steps back until your back met the wall. Your hands shook at your sides. He was so much taller than you and stronger too. If he wanted to overpower you, he could. His cold hands came to rest on your cheeks making you flinch.

“You know I’ve been interested in you way longer than Semisemi has.” The way his eyes drank in your form made you squirm, but his grip on your face was tight. “I honestly think I’m the one who brought his attention to you, so do me a favor and let me do what I want. I think I need payback for playing unintentional matchmaker.”

You placed your hands on his wrists, trying to coax him to let go, “P-Please you don’t need to do this...”

He pressed his lips against yours harshly. It was hungry, almost as if he was going to eat you whole… almost as if he was waiting for this the whole time. One of the hands that were on your face went down to cup your heat, fingers stroking your covered pussy. 

“Why does Semi get to touch my dear manager like this and I can’t?” 

When you tried to retort back Tendou shoved his tongue into your mouth and you did what your reflexes told you to.

You bit him. 

It wasn’t enough to make him bleed but just enough to feel it. Tendou pulled back to stare at you for a minute. His face didn’t give away anything but the sharp look in his eyes told you he was less than pleased. 

“T-Tendou I’m so—”

You were cut off as he lifted his hand swiftly and slapped you across the face, your head snapping to the side. The feeling of the stinging, burning sensation on your skin made the tears fall faster. His hand-rooted into your hair, nails digging deep enough to cut into your scalp as he moved you to look at him. 

“Are you going to do that again?”

When you didn’t respond he gripped your hair tighter. 

“Are you going to do that again?”

“No! No, I’m not! Please I— my hair—!”

His lips were back on yours and now you knew this time to just take it. You sobbed against his mouth, his cold hands moving under your uniform to paw at your tits. Tendou pulled away and his fat tongue started licking at your tears, the stupid grin on his face appearing once again. It made you cringe. You felt disgusting, would Eita even want you after this? 

“You’re making me hard with all this crying,” he groaned against your cheek. 

When he returned to your mouth he sucked on your tongue, the flush of your face, and the way you panted against him made him want to take you to the main attraction. Tendou placed his hands on your shoulders, pushing down. 

“Tendou please...” you shook your head as you pushed at his hands. “I don’t want this... please don’t do this to me!”

He wrestled you onto the floor, straddling your thighs as he ripped through your shirt, the buttons keeping it together flying off. 

Tendou was pulling your bra off, tits meeting the cold air of the storage closet as a noise cut through the air. It’s light reflected onto the ceiling, making the both of your heads snap towards the object. 

Your phone was ringing...

“Eitaaaa σ(≧ε≦σ)♡”

The cute little display picture popped up, making you sob even louder.

[edens-breathless-melodies-moved]

words: 3k

pairing: semi e. x f!reader

prompt: face fucking

warnings: cursing, fellatio, face fucking, hair pulling, mentions of cheating, semi being dumb

summary: now in their third and final year of high school, semi and (y/n) have been together through everything, and know everything about each other. so why is semi suddenly acting nervous and giving her guilty glances in the halls?

if semi was asked about what he would consider his achievements and accomplishments he made throughout high school, things like making it into shiratorizawa and being apart of their boy’s vbc would be the first to come to mind.

guiltily hiding from his girlfriend while she’s searching for him at practice is definitely not one of them.

ushijima stares at his fellow third year in confusion while tendou snickers at the crouching male, finding amusement in the way his eyes dart from your figure to the gym door frantically.

“shut up!” semi hissed quietly at the red head from behind the volleyball cart, desperate to not be seen by your wandering eyes as you scan the gym for your beloved boyfriend.

“why are you hiding from (l/n)? did you do something to upset her?”

semi groaned quietly at his captain’s oblivious question. seriously, this guy could be as dense as a brick wall when he wanted to.

ushijima just cocked his head as he continued to stare at the ash haired setter in confusion, brows furrowed. poor boy just wants to understand what was happening and why he was hiding.

tendou chuckled, throwing a long arm around ushijima’s shoulder before gesturing to the (h/c) haired girl who was casually talking with kawanishi and shirabu. (probably asking where semi was.)

“can’t you tell, wakatoshi-kun?” tendou drawled, scarlet eyes narrowing in amusement when semi’s crouched figure visibly stiffened. sweat began to bead on the pale haired boys forehead as ushijima’s monotone “no.” made tendou cackle.

semi’s heart stopped when brown eyes locked with (e/c). you heard tendou’s distinct cackle from across the gym and turned to see what had caused his outburst and you turned to look.

the fire in your eyes made semi gulp nervously. suddenly that gym door looked really good right now and he mentally promised tendou a swift and clean death in the name of friendship.

tendou hummed to himself, peering down at the poor setter who looked ready to bolt before raising his voice just loud enough for the two boys near him to hear.

“semisemi is keeping a secret from dear (y/n)-chan~”

——————

you growled in annoyance, steam practically leaking from your ears as you stalked silently down the hall towards the boys’ dorms.

for the past week your boyfriend has been actively avoiding you and dodging your questions asking if he was alright. at first you were just confused. did you say something to piss him off? did you forget an important anniversary?

now you’re just plain old upset and slightly hurt. though you didn’t even want to consider it, when his actions started becoming shiftier, a small part of your mind began to wonder if he could be cheating on you.

just the thought of it had you stopping in the middle of the hallway, physically shaking your head to get rid of the negative idea. ‘there’s no way he’d cheat on me, right?’

you so desperately wanted to believe that, but in all honestly the evidence didn’t seem to be in your favor, especially considering how antsy he’s been around you and the guilty looks he’s been giving you when he thought you weren’t looking.

it began at the beginning of last week. you met up with each other for breakfast before class started (because y’all are cute like that). you had turned towards him and stood on your toes to give him a sleepy kiss good morning.

he broke the kiss earlier than normal and instead chose to stare intently at your pink lips, an internal battle going on inside his head.

he quickly broke out of whatever trance he was in when you questioned if he was okay, and he turned red before quickly turning away and muttering “of course i am, why wouldn’t i be?”

at first you didn’t know what that strange look in his eyes was, having brushed it off as morning fatigue, but looking back on it, you’re pretty sure there was guilt lurking beyond the surface.

then later on that day, you had stopped by his dorm after practice ended for some much needed cuddles before bed when you nearly gave him a heart attack.

semi shot out of his chair when you called out his name after walking in, ripping his earbuds off and basically shoving his phone into his sweatpants, looking like he had seen a ghost.

even as you guys laid on his bed cuddled into one another after he gave some lame excuse of you just startling him, he was still really tense, patting his pants every so often as if he was making sure his phone was still there.

his odd shifty behavior and guilty glances continued on for the rest of the week, and you finally decided to put your foot down and say you’ve had enough after he literally ran away after you found him hiding behind the volleyball cart during practice.

that was yesterday afternoon, and you’re not ashamed to admit that you lightly cried yourself to sleep that night. the look of sheer panic and guilt in his eyes is what cut you the most.

you guys have always been open with one another after getting together in the middle of your first year. you had shared your first date, first kiss, and even first time with one another. what had changed?

it was the guilt swimming in his ashy brown eyes that made you question if he was cheating. the fact that whatever he was hiding from you was something he knew was wrong, and that’s why he kept giving you this look as if saying “i’m sorry” whenever he turned the other way.

you’ve finally had enough.

this is why you find yourself standing in front of your boyfriend’s dorm. you know he’s in there, and you know he’s alone. (his roommate transferred to a different school at the beginning of the year and the school didn’t replace him.)

you want to go in there gun’s blazing and confront him for his weird behavior, but you find yourself hesitant to knock on the door. why are you suddenly so nervous?

there’s a pit in the the center of your stomach and your heart is clenching uncomfortably. you know it’s because a small part of you is worried that he is cheating, as much as you hope it’s the opposite.

but you won’t rest easy until you know the truth, and if he is cheating on you, you might as well get it done and over with that way you can attempt to give yourself a chance to recover before your last year of high school ends.

taking a deep breath in, you steel your nerves and raise your hand to knock. ‘it’s now or never’.

right as your knuckles are about to make contact with the door, you freeze at a faint sound that comes from deep within his dorm. your eyes widen in shock and your breathing stops, not wanting to believe what you just heard.

you stand frozen in the hallway, fist hovering over the door for what feel like an eternity. the only sound you hear is the rushing beat of your heart in your throat, and you’re nearly convinced that you imagined it when you hear it again, faint but unmistakeable.

a moan.

before you could even process what you were doing, your body had moved on it’s own. placing your hand on the cool metal of the door handle, you quietly twist it and slip inside the dark dorm, silent as a mouse.

the door clicks shut behind you with a faint click and you freeze, wondering if he and whoever else was in the room could have heard it.

but semi doesn’t seem to hear it as he lets out another moan, and you loathe to admit how the sound sends warmth through your veins and tingle between your thighs. but you chase it away immediately, ice filling it’s place as you creep forward to confirm your worst fears.

but it seems that semi is alone. his back is to you, sitting in his chair that’s facing the window in the little lounge area he made once he removed his vacant roommate’s bed and desk.

his low pants and occasional moans fill the air, and you’re beyond relieved when you creep close enough and see his phone in his hand that’s he’s in fact not cheating on you.

he’s just watching porn.

no wonder he couldn’t hear you. his headphones were plugged in and you’re pretty sure the volume was turned up to full blast.

but heat was quick to break across your face however as you finally realize just exactly what type of porn he’s watching.

the dull throb between your legs causes you to clench your thighs together as you watch the woman in the video getting her face fucked, hooded lust filled eyes dripping with tears, her cheeks slick with spit as the man holding her head in a vice grip continues to plow into her wet mouth.

it’s only when you trail your eyes away from the lewd video and settle on semi’s hand pumping his hard cock to the same pace as the man in the video, precum dribbling from his slit and wetting the fabric of his pants from where he just whipped it that you realize why he was avoiding you.

and when his hand clenched the base of his cock to prevent himself from cumming, a low groan of your name escaping his lips that you confirmed everything you needed to know.

“f-fuck... (y/n)...”

“that is quite the erection have right there.”

it took every fiber in your being to prevent yourself from laughing at the gasp that escaped him as he froze, every muscle in his body locking. apparently his headphones weren’t that loud if he heard you.

he quickly exited out of the video and turned his phone off, hunching over to hide himself as you watched his ears turn bright red, refusing to turn and face you.

instead you walked around to face him and got on your knees, eyes crinkling in amusement as your lips settled into a smirk when he still refused to make eye contact with you.

“why didn’t you text me you were coming over.” he muttered, chancing a quick glance at your face before snapping his eyes somewhere else, face growing hotter at the sight of your amusement with him.

“what, so you could run away from me again?” you scoffed, amusement vanishing. semi finally looked into your eyes, that same look of guilt you’ve seen all week resurfacing as he took in the pout on your lips and the clear pain in your expression.

“i... didn’t mean to run away from you... or act as weird as i did all week... i just...” he trailed off, trying to find the words to explain himself, but it was obvious he was struggling.

you didn’t give him a chance to recollect himself, however, a weeks worth of pain and confusion finally spilling out.

“then why did you do it then?! this entire week i thought i had done something wrong or accidentally pissed you off to make you want to avoid me!” you blew up, face turning red as the stress on your shoulders lifted with each shout.

semi could do nothing but let you rant, eyes filled with sorrow for making you feel like this.

“every time i try to kiss you, you always pull away first and make an excuse to leave, and yesterday was the fucking icing on the cake! do you know how embarrassing it was to have ushijima walk up to me and apologize on your behalf for your “strange and concerning” behavior?!”

semi cringed as he could perfectly hear the words in his captain’s voice, and he sighed once you stopped, chest slightly heaving from the mini rant.

removing his hands from the death grip he had on his thighs, he reached forward and took your face into his hands, warm thumbs brushing your cheeks as you stared into his eyes for answers.

semi swallowed harshly, face turning red again as he fought to get the words out. your eyes never left his, finally finding patience as you waited for him to explain himself.

he opened his mouth, and you scrunched your eyebrows together in confusion, trying to understand what he just muttered. it came out too quiet and rushed for you to hear him clearly.

“what was that?”

he muttered it again quickly, and this time you caught on to what he said just in time. you hid your smirk as you feigned innocently, wanting to play out his embarrassment as revenge for the hell he gave you this week.

“come again?”

semi finally exploded, face now completely red.

“i said it’s because i wanna face fuck you but i’m afraid you’re gonna think of me as some depraved pervert!”

his chest was heaving and he crossed his arms, refusing to make eye contact with you as you cooed softly at him, fighting against the urge to lean into the hand you placed on his cheek.

his will to resist you eventually crumbled as he let out a soft moan, closing his eyes and rubbing his cheek into your palm as you slowly began pumping his shaft, bringing him back to full mast before leaning down and giving his tip a quick kiss.

his mouth dried when he opened his eyes and looked down at you, cock twitching and dripping at the sight of your lips hovering over him, a cheeky grin stretching the plump flesh.

“oh baby, why didn’t you just say so?”

——————

if semi would’ve known this was the outcome of his little desire being brought up to you, he would’ve ditched the idea of trying to avoid you until the urge went away and instead just buried his cock into your mouth from the get go.

a deep moan pulled from his chest as he panted, long fingers weaving through your hair before gripping it tightly and pulling, a muffled moan leaving your mouth as he plowed into your wet hole.

your knees were beginning to ache and your throat screamed for mercy, but the watery sight of your boyfriend losing himself in your mouth was worth it.

his cock was heavy and warm on your tongue, your jaw beginning to ache from the constant task of fitting his fat girth into your mouth, but the feeling of him sliding against your tastebuds and battering the back of your throat made your eyes roll into the back of your head and release another moan.

“f-fuck!” he stuttered out, balls slapping against your wet chin as he leaned his head back in pleasure, hips never ceasing their ruthless rutting into your tight mouth in the middle of his dorm.

the moment you urged him to stand from his chair and slide his cock onto your eager tongue, you both knew that this was gonna be another kink to add on to your rapidly growing list.

tears streamed down your face as his fat cock stretched your poor throat, and you sneakily slipped a hand underneath your skirt to play with your clit, shocked that you had completely soaked through your underwear.

this didn’t go unnoticed by semi, who couldn’t help but let out another choked moan as he fucked into you a bit harsher at the sight of you playing with yourself as you let him absolutely destroy you.

“what a dirty little girl,” he sneered, eyes never leaving the sight of your rapidly moving hand. “rubbing her slutty little clit while letting me destroy her pretty little mouth.”

your fingers worked your clit faster, chasing your high as semi’s hips began to stutter, losing their tempo has he chased his orgasm as well. the room was filled with nothing but the lewd sound of his balls slapping against your chin, muffled moans coming from your stuffed mouth and rapid panting from him.

brown eyes locked with yours as his eyebrows began to furrow even more, mouth dropped open as he panted out his warning.

“fuck, (y/n)!” semi moaned out, hips still surging forward to reach deeper into your mouth. you gagged slightly around him and the coil in his stomach snapped.

“c-cumming! oh fuck!” semi choked on his moan, cock buried to the hilt in your mouth as he pumped his cum straight down your throat, legs quivering slightly from the force.

you whined around his cock, your orgasm washing through you only moments after his, fingers coming away from under your skirt drenched.

semi finally pulled past your sore lips, shuddering at the sight of a thin string of his cum and your spit linking him to you.

you fell back onto your ass gasping heavily for air, giving your poor knees a break. your hand came up to weakly grasp at your throat as you calmed your rapidly beating heart.

semi collapsed on to the chair he was in previously, running a shaky hand through his damp hair, sweaty from the exertion of fucking your mouth like he does your cunt.

ashy brown eyes take in the sight of your swollen pink lips, cheeks tinged red and covered in tears and spit. he felt his cock twitch slightly as a pang of arousal shot through his body again, and he smirked when he saw your other hand still shining from your arousal.

your breath hitched in your throat when semi crouched down from his chair and crawled towards you.

you let him slowly push you on your back before shuddering when he grasped your cum covered hand and slipped your wet fingers into his mouth, blushing at the low moan he made at your taste.

popping your fingers from his lips, cleaned of your cum, you whined when he brought a hand down to slide under your skirt and up your thigh, gripping the flesh harshly.

“thank you for indulging me pretty girl.” he mumbled to you lowly, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips which you eagerly returned.

“anything for you.” you rasped softly, throat still weak from his abuse not even five minutes ago. another pang ran through him, and you let out a soft gasp as he nudged his hard cock against your inner thigh, precum already leaking onto your soft skin.

the smirk on his lips made your cunt clench as he leaned in closer, breath fanning against your parted lips.

“let me return the favor, baby. you’ve been so good for me.”

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Wait I thought-

Haikyuu Semi Eita x Shirabu Kenjirou

Misunderstanding, crack, angst (?)

Words: 2,218

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Semi was just trying to drink.

His underclassmen got in the way oft that though.

„Really? Him?“, came Taichi’s surprised voice from a few meters next to him.

„Yeah him, ok?“

Taichi started laughing at his best friend, Shirabu.

„Shut up, Taichi!“

„Calm down! I’m just saying your taste in men is questionable at best.“ the redhead got flipped off by his best friend.

…wait…Is Shirabu gay?!

No you must have gotten something wrong. Don’t get your hopes up, dumbass.

Besides even if he were why would he like you?

He hates your guts, Semi.

„What’s up, Asshole?“

Speaking oft he devil…

„Nothing much. How about you, Brat?“ the comment earned him an eyeroll.

„I was just asking because you’ve been staring at me for like a minute.“ „What? Can’t I just appreciate beauty?“

Shirabu’s cheeks went red and he sputtered a bit, at wich his upperclassman let out a little laugh.

He’s terrible with complements that aren’t about his volleyball skill…

Cute

The copper haired setter turned away and took a swing from his waterbottle.

„Dumbass…“ ,was mumbled under his breath as Semi stood up and held out his hand.

Now that he thought about it…it wasn’t so far fetched that Shirabu might be gay.

When Tendou and Ushijima told the team they were dating Shirabu was ok, even gave a small smile.

When a Senpai made homophobic comments last year Shirabu made him eat his words.

But all of those could also be a ally thing to do...

He also didn’t exept a single connfession from girls he got (which made Semi a little happy).

„You’ve been spacing off a lot latley.“ The setter jumped a bit at the voice that was suddenly at his ear.

„Oh god Tendou! You scared me there!“ „I’m used to that reaction. Anyway what do you have on your mind, Semisemi?“

„I overheard a conversation from Shirabu and Taichi and now…“ „Now what?“

Semi started to scratch the back of his neck, wich he always did when he was nervous.

„Now I ask myself if Shirabu might be gay.“

Tendou stared at him for a second.

„Oh he is.“ „WAIT WHAT?!“ „He’s pretty open about it too. I mean he did date uh what’s his name again? Oh yeah Ennoshita from Karasuno for a while.“

„Really? I never noticed…“ „Dude..how oblivious are you?“ „Shut up!“

There could actually be a chance for you..

No no don’t get your hopes up

But what if?

But what if not?

Why does this have to beso hard-

Semi’s inner thoughts were cut short by him noticing something or- someone standing in the gates tot he campus.

He walked a bit closer to find out who the person standing there was.

The person was a tiny bit taller, they had soft brown hair that shimmered slightly silver, they were looking at their phone while leaning to the wall probably waiting for somone, they were wearing some comfortable pants and a slightly t obig white jaket that looked like it could be from a sports team-

On the back oft he jaket…Aoba Johsai.

Now Semi remebered.

Yahaba Shigeru. Aoba Johsai’s second year setter and probably the captain next year. But what was he doing here

„Hey Asshole!“

Wait does he mean me?

Someone walked by him, torwards Yahaba.

„Shut up fucker. Let’s go.“, came from the person that walked by him

He knew that voice.

Semi watched as Shirabu walked to Yahaba who put down his phone and hit him in the arm as they walked away.

He blinked.

What was that?

Is it him? Ist hat the guy Tachi was talking about with him?

They did look really close…

„You seem in a bad mood. What happned?“

Semi hated Tendou sometimes. Espacially because he knew him so well.

„It’s nothing..“ „So it has to do with Shriabu!“

Semi sighed. „Yeah…“

Tendou flopped down on the bed and let his head fall from it to hang upside down, looking at the setter who was sitting on the floor playing with his nails.

„Tell me.“

„So you remeber what I told you about that conversation Taichi and Shirabu had, rigth?“ Tendou nodded „Well I was walking around to clear my head when I saw some guy standing in the gate. I walked close to you know see if I knew them.“

Tendou just continued staring at him nodding at some parts.

„And do you know who it was? Yahaba Shigeru. He’s setter at Aoba Johsai- anyway so I was questioning why he was there but he looked like he was waiting for someone so I watched a bit more until Shirabu came.“ Tendou perked up a bit.

„Yahaba was like „Hey asshole“ and Shirabu went „Shut up, Fucker. Let’s go“ and they walked away laughing and shit.“

„So now you think that Oikawa’s student is the one Shirabooboo and our resident redhead were talking about, right?“

„Tendou you are also a redhead…“ „Deatails.“ „But yeah. Exactly.“

His best friends rummbedd his chin, thinking: „Mmmhhh…maybe.“

Semi stared at him for a second.

„Wow thank you.“

He hit one ball after the other over the net.

Yeah that’s good. Put all your feelings into these hits.

Goshiki jumped to resive his serve.

„Ouch-!“ „Wait- shit sorry. Are you ok, Goshiki?“ „Yeah it’s ok. But are you fine, Semi-senpai?“

„Huh?“

„You put an awful lot of power into that and you only ever do that when you are felling bad.“

„Yea I’m fine.“ Semi walked away but he continued to feel Goshiki’s eyes on him.

Apperantly not only Goshiki’s because when Semi went to grab his waterbottle a voice came from behind him: „I don’t belive you are fine.“

„Oh god Shirabu you scare me- and what gives you the opinion that you know everything about me?“

Shirabu just rolled his eyes.

„I’m not saying I know everything about you, I’m just saying I know it when someone just pretends tob e fine. Also you’re really distracted wich you usually aren’t at all at practice“

The older sighed.

„Ok you’re right…I’ll talk to you after practice, ok?“

The copper haired teen nodded and went back to setting to a few first years.

„So now spit it out.“, attacked Shirabu him afetr practice was finnised.

„Ok…so there is this…person. And I really like them. It’s just that I think they might be in a relationship with someone else already…“

„You think?“

„Well they spent a lot of time together and they seem very personal and just very close just- ugh it’s so confusing!“

„Why don’t you just assk them?“ „It’s not that- have you ever been in love Shirabu?“

The younger of the two looked away, cheeks turning slightly rosy. „Maybe…“

Intresting…

„So you probably know how complicated it can be.“ „Actually no…I think love is very easy it’s just humans that are complicated.“

Semi had never looked at it like that. He was so right though.

„Thanks Shirabu that really hel-“  the older classman was interrupted by two people running torwards them.

Yahaba again…ah fuck.

„Haba, Yachi! What the actual fuck are you two doing here?!“

„Well you see- I was out with Kyou and may or may not have confessed to being absolutly and utterly fucked for him or by him honestly Idon’t care at this point-“

„Not important Yahaba!“

„Yeah anyway I also maybe ran away before he could say anything!“ „Oh god how stupid are you?! We need to do something about that right now!“ „That’s why we’re here.“ ,came the small voice from the girl -Yachi- who was half hiding behind Yahaba.

Shirabu turned around waved a quick goodbye to Semi and then ran torwards the 2nd year dorms with the other two.

Semi Eita was just dumbfounded.

Wait…wait I thought-

I thought they were dating? But Yahaba said that he confessed to that Kyou guy…

Shirabu was wrong after all! Love is fucking confusing

Semi continued staring at the underside of Tendou’s top bunk and sighed.

His roomate was sleeping over at his boyfriends room so Semi had their space all for himslef.

It was almost midnight by now and he was still awake.

Wide awake.

Pictures of Shirabu laughing, looking at him with worry in his eyes, making a snarky comment or giving Semi that stupid smirk, were floating around his mind.

Oh honestly how did this sarcastic asshole of a brat make Semi so stupid with love?

To say it simple: he was tried.

He had not slept at all last night trying to figure out not only his feelings but also in which relationship Shirabu was to Yahaba. He came tot he conclusion that he was stupid.

Someone flopped down in front of him.

Speaking oft he devil…

„You figured your shit out?“

„No Shirabu I did not figure out my shit. Did you?“ Shirabu seemed to not know what he meant for a second but then seemed to get it.

„Oh you mean Haba’s Kyoutani problem?“ Semi nodded. „Oh yeah so you see, my friend Yahaba has this massive crush on his winged spicker Kyoutani and what you witnessed yesterday was him freaking out because he told Kyoutani he liked him and the ran away.“ Semi huffed out a laugh.

„Yeah the two of them are just idiots! I could basically smell that they liked each other since day one! Yeah anyway me and Yachi then convinced him to call Kyoutani and now I’m just waiting for him to text me about how it went.“

„So…how do you feel about it?“ „Huh?“ Shirabu looked at him and he looked so innocent and Semi could feel his heart clench.

„I mean how do you feel about the two oft hem being together?“

„Well I’m happy Haba is happy. He isn’t the best when it comes to taking care of himself and I know Kyoutani will make sure that he is well. They work well together and they’ll make each other happy.“

„You seem to really care about Yahaba…“ „Why are you asking so much about him? Why do you care about who I’m friends with?“

„I just want to know you better, ok…I care about you and Yahaba seems to be a very close friend of yours.“ „Of course he is! He was my first friend and my only one for a very long time! I’ve known him since I was 8. When I moved here he was the only one that even tried to be my friend. Sure we have our differences and we argue but he is like a brother to me. I love him and I want him to be happy.“

Semi just sat there in stunned silence.

„Why? Why would no one want to be friends with you?“ that seemed to surprised Shirabu. „Well if you haven’t noticed: I’m a mean little shit that can’t keep his mouth shut.“

The younger looked down at his hands

„Is…ist hat really how you see yourself?“

„I mean that’s how everyone seems to see me at least.“ „I don’t see you like that.“ The copper haired boy looked up at him and asked with a hopeful (?) voice: „Really?“

„Yeah! I mean sure you can be sarcastic and snarky but you are so fucking talented and amaizing and smart!“

The copper haired boy smiled at him a little and his cheeks started to get a little pink.

It looked good on him.

„Hey Shira- oh sorry! You two about to kiss? Sorry for ruining the moment I guess.“

„TAICHI!“

Shirabu’s cheeks were burning red now and Semi also felt his cheeks warm up.

He hadn’t noticed just how close they were now but it really looked like they were about to kiss. Semi smiled a horrible smirk as he got a idea.

„Yeah exactly Taichi! You are interrupting us“ Shirabu’s head spun around so fast that Semi was a little worried. „We were just about to full out make out but you ruined the mood.“

„Well I’m sorry, Semi-senpai! I will excuse myself out now.“

„Wha- We were not about to kiss!“ „Tsundere much!“ „Tachi!“

„What? Would it be so bad to kiss me?“ Semi fluttered with his eyelashes resting his chin on his hand.

„No it would not be that I’m just saying-“ „So you would kiss me?“

?“ ,the older said with more hope and truth in his voice. „I-I mean yeah-“ he was cut off with Semi pressing his lips against his.

Shirabu’s lips were incredibly soft and Semi lost himself in Shirabu moving against him.

Tachi who the two had forgotten exsisted let out a whistle and they broke apart, red in the face.

„Uhh…“

„Oh yeah anyway one oft he first years broke his leg and Washiou wants us in the gym!“, Tachi told them as he walked away.

They hadn’t been able to talk about it yet.

Washiou had talked for an hour about safe practicing and then they had to practice fort he rest oft he day until it was drak out. Shirabu then had been dragged off by some oft he other 2nd years.

Semi went asleep that night with a slightly giddy feeling.

I kissed Shirabu…holy fuck I kissed Shirabu Kenjirou!

He couldn’t wait to talkt o him

To be continued...