THEIR QUIET S/O GETS LOUD DURING SEX

characters: kuroo + tendou + tsukishima + (gn!reader)

warnings: mdni (not graphic but still 18+ topic)

kuroo

you guys are studying together in a library 

when he’s busy looking for a specific book, you send a voice message to your besfriend

you start gushing about him, how smart he is, how hot he looks, and how happy you are to be here with him

you think he’s too far away, but you don’t notice he’s approaching behind you

he got his typical big grin on his lips, but he’s also blushing a little

he sat down and at the beginning he won’t saying anything

then all of sudden he would bring it up

"so you think i’m a hottie mmh?" he asks showing that big grin on his face, his cheek resting on his palm, looking at you with a sly look. and he will tease you for this forever.

iwaizumi

you are watching one of his matches with your friends

as a match point he spiked and lead his team to victory

since then you can’t stop gushing about him 

even in the hallways where you are waiting for him, you keep saying how incredible he plays and how much you adore him

so invested in it you don’t realize he’s getting closer to you  

he scratches the back of his neck and try to hold back a smirk. "so you enjoyed the match?" he tries to ask you casually, but you can see in his flustered expression he totally caught your words

tendou

you were at his birthday party 

now in the kitchen with your friends to grab some sodas

they ask you how things are going with him, and you start saying the sweetest things about him

he was looking for you, when he stops in his tracks on the doorstep

his cup mid-air, and his lips slightly parted

he’s taken aback by your words, his body is froze but he’s exploding of joy inside. when you turn to see him he's smiling like an idiot and a little blush is on his cheeks

yamaguchi

you are in the classroom chatting with your friends while Yamaguchi was outside for lunch with Tsukishima

one of them asks you about him with a little teasing grin

you blush and start to list all the things you like about him

he entered the room while you were specifically telling how great he is at volleyball

and especially how well he does his serves

he catches your words and his eyes widen, his cheeks burning red. he brings his hands up to cover his face. "y-you really think so!?"

wc: 1.1k content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, smut, boyfffiee tendou x reader, he a bit whiny :3 , bring back fingers in mouths, not proofread, NNN cummin 2 an endd

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"can't believe you actually put up with it this month" you laughed, sitting on tendou's bulge.

mid makeout sesh with your boyfriend, you can't help but pull back to see the little predicament you've put tendou in with his slightly swollen lips and fingers burying themselves into your waist.

"w-well, i have have to beat semi..." tendou's voice rasps, "...heck, he probably already lost nnn and lies about keeping his streak."

yuuup... tendou just had to have a little friendly competition with one of his highschool pals, semi—and it just so happens to be the most inconvenient time for you to have a driest of the dry drought spell cast upon you.

even though you two have been making out and doing all that like tendou fingering you and eating you out, it terribly made you feral for cock. you're not just talking like a dildo or anything, but tendou's cock.

it was like you were counting the days till new year waiting for november to be over so this stupid challenge could end, better yet if semi could confess to jacking off and losing so you could get tendou to fuck you like the horndog you were.

"he prolly—already, f-fucked—his girl," tendou hot lips glued kissed between your words as you panted them out one by one.

"okay.. me next s-satorii" you sinfully whispered before pulling him for a teasing peck on the lips.

gosh, he couldn't wait any longer. afterall he's damn near the finishline, november 30.. just a few hours before the clock strikes midnight. as long as you two keep it under wraps from semi, right?

"...just don't tell semi, babe" tendou breathes on your neck before charging in, littering his faint but reddish marks all over.

head back as he submits into your primal urges, you can't help but rock your hips into his hard erection. working off your shirt, tendou's filled with impatience seeing the way your tits are so perked up and pretty in their lacy cups—exactly how you planned to end off november with your boyfriend.

it was like the moment his eyes landed on how gorgeous you looked in the moment made his dick twitch from underneath. Obviously, you two weren't getting enough action this whole month down there. at this point you already knew what to do.

drawing a hand down, you unclothed his cock to reveal his fully erected length that glistened with precum. your mouth practically drooled from the corners of your lips while you dragged his length up and down with your palm. the wetness of his precum made it easy to manage, followed by the subtle lewd sounds escaping from within your two simmering bodies.

"ah.. shit. i might just cum in that—p-pretty lil hand of yours" he murmured with his head tilted back, "wanna fuck you so bad."

"save it for when you're in me" lustfully you snickered, stopping right in your tracks leaving him heaving for air.

quickly, you ripped your pants off your lower body and got right back into his lap with your fingers pulling your panties to the side. guiding the head of his cock, you slid it between your sopping folds to feel the slight relief knowing that you were about to enter pound town—just preparing him for a smooth entrance.

"gooood, i can't take it anymore" tendou whined, laying a firm slap on your asscheek, impatiently watching you coat his rod in your essence, "should i just cum right now to make it easier for you?"

"satori, hold o-o—on, hngh..!" you rolled your eyes the minute you got the taste of his tip entering and stretching out your aching hole.

or maybe you just entered the lord's pearly gates of heaven because damn.. it was like he was splitting you in half, or at least in the best way possible cause he got you arching like you have never arched before. whatever dry spell drought thing you were on was basically oozing and drenched now that you've got him.

desperate for more, tendou's got a bruising grip holding onto that waist of yours, pushing you all the way down to the base of his cock where both of your trimmed hairs meet. jeez, he'd cum right on the spot if it weren't for his dignity the moment.

"f-fuuck!" screaming at the top of your lungs while you cried joyous tears, slowly move up, "y'feel so—g-good."

if you wanted to snap his cock in half, you really would've if it weren't for his tight grip on your waist that held you. could've been from all the waiting, but your walls were quite literally sucking him in like never before as your plush grip molded to his size.

lord this shit was so much better than his just fingers—yet his tongue that would do everything to ruin your clit. his cock was like shredding you down to your bear parts as you bounced up and down with your tits jiggling to the movement.

the slapping noises? yeah, they was loudd like the way you two was fucking. that sopping cunt of yours left him speechless and heaving for air as he still held in his orgasm to cum with you. all tendou could do was whine and hold onto your waist, failing to support the frequency you fucked him at.

your moans were no match for the lewd wet noises your cunt made whenever you rutted onto him. your voices echoed in the room, mixing into the heat and smell of sex that waved in the air as you held onto his broad shoulders for more support.

"ss—shi-t, babe.. i c-can't aanymore," tendou groaned between raggedy breaths, feeling his balls get rapidly heavy and swell.

"cuum i-inside, satori" hand caressing his face, slipping your thumb between his lips as his tongue played with your finger.

four, five, six—six.. no, seven bounces in before you felt his fiery hot tip shoot his hot milky cum inside you. aanddd, nope. you didn't stop, but rather kept going till you milked all of his cum out of him. and yes, he kept it cumming till he was all out.

"nngh.. satori, i wa—want more" whimpering as you continue to fiddle with his tongue, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head.

all of that anticipation stored up in his balls was now able to finally be released, filling you to the absolute brim like a turkey getting filled with stuffing.

and let's just say, you lasted till midnight... and technically he didn't expose the fact that he didn't last throughout nnn because all of his cum was inside you till the clock struck december 1st.

ILL NEVER GO ANONYMOUS NO SHAME IN MY GAME 💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾

[𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗈𝖼 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽!]

—- 𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗃𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍. 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

—- 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗍 - 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. “𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆, 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗇.

—- 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍. 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

—- 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗌 (𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒, 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾).

—- “𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉..𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎..” 𝗆𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌. “𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍..𝗎𝗁 𝗁𝗎𝗁..”

—- 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉.

—- “𝗁𝖾𝗒..𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽? 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗉?” 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝖻 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. “𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍..𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗆’𝖾𝗋𝖾..”

—- 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌.

—- 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 “𝖺𝖼𝗍” 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗉, 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾.

—- 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗒𝗆 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍.

"baby, please," he's begging now, practically on his knees as he looks up at you with the most aching expression you've seen in a while, "i need it so bad."

"really, now? you need it? i highly doubt that."

"it only feels good when you do it," he rests a hand on your waist, rubbing small circles on your side with his thumb, "please, love?"

you consider it for a second. your boyfriend has never begged for anything like this, and he is asking nicely. plus, seeing him all desperate is definitely something you'll be replaying in your head for weeks. however—

"babe," you say, and he looks almost hopeful until you continue, "your hair wash day was yesterday. you know we can't wash your hair two days in a row, it'll get all weird."

"but i want a massage," he tries his best to give you puppy dog eyes.

about three weeks ago, you learned how to do your boyfriend's extensive hair care routine in exchange for him learning about your nightly skincare. you both initially did that in case the other person would be too sick or drunk to do it themselves. however, after you gave him a scalp massage when you took over his routine one night, he now "needs" you to do his hair routine every time (or, at least, he needs you to handle the deep conditioning part).

"listen, i'd love to, but you'll regret it when you spend an hour tomorrow morning trying to get your hair to behave," you try to reason.

he groans in frustration, burying his face in your stomach, "but it's been so long since you gave me one."

"i gave you a massage last night, you big baby," you laugh, "c'mon, go wash up so we can cuddle."

"fine," he relents, standing up, "will you do it tomorrow?"

"is it wash day?"

"it can be—"

"no."

your giant, typically intimidating boyfriend pouts. he actually pouts at you.

"you're being unfair."

you scoff, "you're the one who said you had a very strict schedule you had to stick to or else!"

"that was before! this is now!"

"that doesn't even make sense!"

he groans again, practically melting into your shoulder now as he wraps his arms around you.

"you better give me the best goddamn cuddles in the world tonight," he says.

"i always do. now go."

your sweet, lovable, needy boyfriend pecks your lips once, twice, countless times all over your face before he finally heads off to the bathroom.

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cw: suggestive content, read at your own risk.

;; boyfriend!tendō is the type to treat your apartment like a shared skin, an extension of his own lanky frame. time hasn’t dulled that frantic, electric energy of his; it’s just mellowed into something more domestic. he’s no longer the “guess monster” of shiratorizawa, but he still reads you like a playbook, anticipating your needs before you’ve even fully processed them yourself.

​;; boyfriend!tendō has developed a very specific morning ritual that involves him looming over you while you’re still half-submerged in sleep. he doesn’t wake you up with a kiss or a gentle shake; instead, he rests his chin on your shoulder and hums whatever pop song is currently stuck in his head until you groan and swat at him. he loves the way you look when you’re grumpy and sleep-muddled—it’s the only time he feels like he’s actually the ‘calm’ one in the relationship.

​;; boyfriend!tendō takes a strange pride in your skincare routine. he’ll sit on the closed toilet lid while you do your nightly steps, swinging his long legs and critiquing your technique. eventually, his hands—those huge, scarred, beautiful blocker’s hands—will find their way to your face. he’ll insist on applying your moisturizer for you, his touch surprisingly light and clinical, mapping out the architecture of your bones with a reverent focus that makes your stomach do backflips.

​;; boyfriend!tendō loves accidental intimacy. he’s always touching you—a thumb hooked into your belt loop while you’re standing in line, his chest pressed against your back while you’re trying to cook, his cold toes seeking out the warmth of your calves under the duvet. he wants to be intertwined with you, a human puzzle piece that only fits when he’s draped over your lap or tucked into the crook of your neck.

​;; boyfriend!tendō has a very particular way of looking at you when the sun starts to set and the lighting in the room turns that heavy, honey-gold color. he’ll stop mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing as he tracks the way the light hits your throat or the curve of your lip. he doesn’t say anything, but the air gets thick, charged with a tension that feels like static electricity. he’ll just reach out, hook a finger under your chin, and tilt your head back, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with a slow, agonizing deliberation that says more than any “i love you” ever could.

​;; boyfriend!tendō is surprisingly observant about your wardrobe. he notices when you buy something new; he notices which fabrics make you feel confident and which ones make you itch. he’ll buy you high-end loungewear—the kind that costs way too much for one clothing—just because he likes the way it feels when he pulls you flush against him. he’s a tactile creature, and he wants everything you wear to be an invitation for him to get closer.

​;; boyfriend!tendō makes the most chaotic, delicious dinners you’ve ever had. he doesn’t follow recipes; he ‘vibes’ with the ingredients (his words, not mine). the kitchen usually looks like a disaster zone afterward, flour on the ceiling and chocolate on his nose, but the food is always incredible. he’ll feed you directly from the wooden spoon, his eyes fixed on your mouth, waiting for that little hum of approval you make when something tastes good. that sound is his favorite melody, and he’ll do anything to provoke it.

​;; boyfriend!tendō has a ‘no phones’ rule for the first thirty minutes after he gets home. he needs to ‘recalibrate,’ which usually involves him dragging you onto the couch and burying his face in your neck. he breathes you in like you’re oxygen and he’s been underwater all day. he’ll murmur nonsense about his day—about a weird bird he saw, about how much he missed the specific scent of your shampoo—until he feels the tension bleed out of your shoulders and into his hands.

​;; boyfriend!tendō loves to test your boundaries in the most playful, maddening ways. he’ll whisper things in your ear while you’re in public—nothing loud, just low-frequency observations about how your clothes are sitting so well with your body or how much he wants to get you home—and then act completely innocent when you try to strangle him out of pure frustration. he thrives on the secret language you two share, the way a single look from across a crowded room can make your heart hammer against your ribs.

​;; boyfriend!tendō is the most loyal person you will ever meet. he’s been the ‘weird’ kid his whole life, so he treats your love like a sacred, impossible miracle. if you’re sad, he offers a distraction, a performance, a physical shield against the world. he’ll wrap his long arms around you, tucking your head under his chin, and let you hide there until you feel brave enough to face the light again. he’s your sanctuary, and he makes sure you know that you are his.

;; boyfriend!tendō is dangerous with a tempering spatula and a vision. since opening his shop in paris, his appreciation for ‘texture’ has translated into a very hands-on approach with you. he treats your skin like the finest ganache—something to be tasted, smoothed, and worked until it’s exactly the right temperature.

​;; boyfriend!tendō loves to bring work home with him in the most literal sense. he’ll have you sit on the kitchen counter, your legs draped over his hips, while he ‘experiments’ with a new infusion. he’ll dip a finger into a bowl of melted, dark chocolate and trail it slowly down the sensitive dip of your collarbone, watching the way your breath hitches with a predatory sort of focus. he doesn’t let you wipe it off; he prefers to clean up the mess himself, his tongue lingering on your pulse point until you’re shaking under his hands.

​;; boyfriend!tendō has a very specific ‘tasting’ ritual. he likes to place a single, handcrafted truffle between his teeth and lean in, forcing you to take half of it from him. the friction of his lips against yours, the bitterness of the cocoa melting between your tongues, and the way he growls low in his throat when you try to pull away too soon—it’s enough to make your knees weak. he’s a perfectionist, and he won't stop until he’s tasted the sugar on every inch of you.

​;; boyfriend!tendō finds endless ways to use simple ingredients to drive you crazy. honey, whipped cream, or even just a stray strawberry—in his hands, they’re tools for your undoing. he’ll tell you to “stay still” in that voice that isn’t a request at all, his long, nimble fingers tracing patterns of sweetness over your skin before he follows the trail with slow, deliberate laps. he likes to see how long it takes for your composure to shatter, his eyes wide and glinting with a manic sort of hunger.

​;; boyfriend!tendō is incredibly vocal when he’s got you where he wants you. he wants to hear the exact moment your thoughts turn to mush. he’ll murmur descriptions of the flavors he’s finding on your skin—sweet, salty, savory—his voice dropping to a gravelly register that vibrates against your thighs. he treats your body like his favorite recipe, one he’s memorized but still finds new ways to enjoy every single night.

​;; boyfriend!tendō has a thing for spilled treats. if a bit of caramel or fruit reduction happens to land on your inner thigh or the swell of your chest, he won’t reach for a napkin. he’ll just hum that eerie, playful little tune of his, his eyes darkening as he crawls over you. his shirt is half-unbuttoned, and the look he gives you is pure, unadulterated gluttony. he’s a chocolatier, after all; he knows exactly how to handle something so decadent.

;; boyfriend!tendō gets a terrifyingly glinting look in his eyes when he decides you’re going to be his ‘canvas’ for the evening. he’ll have you lay back on the cool sheets, completely at his mercy, while he brings out a bowl of silk-smooth, warm white chocolate. he doesn’t pour it; instead, he uses a pastry brush to paint intricate, swirling patterns across the sensitive skin of your stomach, the insides of your thighs, and in between. he watches the way your muscles twitch under the bristles with a low, jagged laugh, whispering about how unbearably delicious you look when you’re coated in white chocolate, before he begins to slowly, methodically lick the skin clean, making sure to miss a few spots just so he has an excuse to go back over them again.

n: now.. before anyone calls me a freak.. this is for @lsirria again, my greedy freaky moot, ily.

this was supposed to be a direct follow up but i got distracted by jumpchannel’s livestream

© showhay — don’t copy or translate without my permission. don’t feed my works to ai.

reacting to cheesy notes left in their locker ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆

sorry for replying to this supa late, i haven’t been as fixated on haikyuu so much recently (ᵕ—ᴗ—) but i am replying to all new requests now <3

characters: ushijima, tendou, semi, shirabu, goshiki

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

ushijima!!

probably wouldn’t even notice it in his locker for a few days LMAO

once he finds it though he feels flattered that someone went out of their way to write a note for him and make him feel special

with that being said, he then goes on to lose the note somewhere in his backpack then accidentally throws it away like 2 days later and forgets the note ever even existed

guys he cares i swear

tendou (*^^*)♡

probably initially panics at first because he thinks it’s a prank and someone’s waiting around the corner to laugh at him

after a second he reads it and has to laugh at how corny the note is (😭😭)

also extremely smiley for the rest of the day because someone left a note in his locker for the first time ever!!

after determining that the note is real and not a joke he’s set out on a mission to find who left this in his locker….. he has a few questions

semi ヾ(☆▽☆)

also panics when finding the note because he doesn’t want anyone around him to accidentally see it

would read it outside and also giggle to himself at the cheesy message

still the fact that he was left a note made his day tremendously

leaves an equally cheesy note in your locker in exchange

shirabu ( `ε´ )

honestly he’s probably irritated he has to deal with this now

would still read the note but thinks it’s more of a waste of time to bother entertaining this (╥﹏╥)

reads the note with the straightest face ever, maybe scoffs then throws the note away

never tells anyone about this encounter ESPECIALLY not tendou

better luck next time </3

goshiki ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

he is over the moon to open his locker and find this note

reads it in the bathroom and almost squeals out loud despite how cheesy the note is someone still went out of their way to leave a note

literally brags to everyone that will listen