sometimes your character doesn't need a good orgasm they need a bad one. they need to jerk off when they don't really want to and still manage one and then feel empty and miserable and cry about it. thanks
tendou satori x f!reader — 18+, 1k, and they were roommates, sexual tension, platonic till it's not, nipple play, fingering, finger sucking
A gentle, hardly-there sensation brushes across your nipple.
Without looking down, you already know the culprit—Tendou’s fingers, which are moving ever so slightly as he explains what’s going on in the movie, free hand waving animatedly at his other side. His arm sits draped over your shoulder, where it’s been resting since you plopped down next to him on the couch in the middle of said film.
It’s nothing.
But it makes your toes quietly curl all the same.
And you can feel the way your nipples quickly start to pebble through the thin, useless fabric of your tank top.
It feels like a silent game sometimes. A dare. A finger hooked in your belt loop. A palm at the small of your back. His hand around your ankle. His thumb and your bottom lip.
Tendou’s your roommate. Your best friend.
And god are you tired of pretending like you don’t want to fuck him.
Fuck it.
It’s subtle, the way you shift and stretch. The little yawn that tips out past your lips as you arch your back. But by the time you’ve settled, you’ve managed to tug down your tank top just enough.
Enough that the next time Tendou moves ever so slightly, the tip of his middle finger brushes against your bare, hard nipple. He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel the way he stills. The way he waits for you to react.
Anticipation thrums its way along the inside of your ribcage.
You inhale slowly, chest rising, nipple rubbing against Tendou’s finger in the barest fraction of movement. Your teeth scrape the inside of your cheek.
Colors flash across the television screen as something in the movie explodes, but you’re too distracted by the sensation of Tendou softly caging your nipple between two of his fingers, closing the digits with just enough pressure to pinch. His hand still hangs flat, like he’s yet to make anything about this wholly deliberate.
Like you could still pretend this never happened.
Like the hot lick of arousal dripping between your thighs is neither here nor there.
Ten minutes pass before you yawn again, louder than before, sliding down until your head rests in Tendou’s lap. You know he thinks you’ve cashed out on the game, because it takes him far too long to realize you tugged your tank top down enough to completely let your tits spill out.
You’re on your back, head tilted to the side as if you’ve been paying any attention to the movie. And he still doesn’t say anything, just rests a hand flat over your stomach. His long fingers move in small, circular motions.
You don’t realize he’s been slowly shifting upward until his hand fully cups one of your tits.
“Did you like the movie?” he asks.
He drags the side of his thumb over your nipple. Once, twice.
“What?” you breathe out, mind short-circuiting under the deliberate weight of the action.
Three times. He strokes your sensitive nipple in small, lazy circles. Arousal drips like warm honey down the back of your tongue.
You look away from the credits rolling on the television screen to find Tendou calmly looking down at you. He holds your gaze like your tits aren’t out, like he’s not in the middle of teasing them while you fight the urge to moan.
“The movie,” he repeats.
He takes your nipple between his thumb and index finger and pinches it, expression unchanged despite the noise that slips out past your lips.
“Yes,” you exhale, eyes going a little wide.
Tendou smiles, hand sliding across your chest to palm at your other tit. “Yeah, I thought it was pretty good.”
He squeezes.
Body arching upward into his touch, you gasp. “So good.”
You lose track of exactly how it happens while you’re writhing and shifting upward across Tendou’s lap while he plays with your tits. How you eventually end up with your ass across his lap, the pitiful inseam of your jean shorts allowing his fingers to slide up and traipse a slow, mind-numbing path along your cotton panties.
He traces your slit through the fabric as if your underwear aren’t already completely soaked through, clinging to your puffy folds.
“Still good?” he asks, even though the television’s long since turned off on its own. The living room is dark save for the spill of dim light from above the kitchen sink.
Deft fingers toy with the gusset of your panties. You nod.
And with one hand still working your tits, he tugs the material aside, eliciting a breathy whimper from your lips when he drags two fingers through your messy, sticky slit. Your hips buck, arousal coursing through your veins while denim presses into your skin and the elastic of your panties stretches and your nipples ache and your clit throbs. And Tendou sinks one longer finger right into the wet, tight heat of your cunt.
“Fuck,” you gasp.
Tendou cups your cheek as you whine, hips rocking into his touch as he slowly pumps the digit in and out, a filthy squelch punctuating the room’s silence. He traces your mouth while your lips part, lets you caress the pads of his fingers with your tongue and teeth as you writhe.
A second digit joins the first, and your mind nearly goes blank with a heady buzz of pleasure as Tendou presses his fingers into your mouth. You suck on them, sloppy and desperate, feeling tears welling up at your lash line while drool slips down your chin. Your spread your legs wider, and Tendou finger fucks you deep to the last knuckle, his own hips pushing upward into the swell of your ass. You can feel his erection.
“—want you to fuck me,” you moan, feeling tears slip down your cheeks. Your pussy aches.
“Later.” He leans in to kiss the corner of your mouth while you drool all over his fingers.
He curls his fingers inside of you. You whine, deliberately dragging your ass against his dick. He begins thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt at a dizzying pace.
“Come for me, and then I’ll fuck you,” he murmurs.
And just like that, the coil of heat wrapped tightly in your gut unravels in a whip of gushing pleasure. Your vision goes white while your climax punches through you, and a quiet, satisfied hum leaves Tendou’s mouth as you fuck yourself on his fingers till you’re an overstimulated, shaking mess.
pressing the button REAL HARD to make sure evil dee is out of the jar. does evil dee have any evil thoughts to share right Now
i’m thinking about sleeping in roommate!tendou’s bed after a cold night with no heat in your apartment. waking up with half of your body on top of his, unconsciously clinging to his body heat.
every nerve ending in your body shivers when you shift slightly, suddenly aware of the place where your leg is slung across his lap. of the spot where something hard is pressed against your inner thigh, achingly close to the heat between your legs.
one of his arms is curled around your waist, fingertips tucked beneath your shirt.
it’s overwhelming—the urge shift a little further. to move just enough to feel the friction of his cock against your sensitive bundle of nerves. you’re half asleep, dizzy with need.
you bite the inside of your cheek, willing yourself to drift off again as your cunt throbs.
when you rouse, not much has changed, save for the way tendou’s other hand now rests between your body and his, cupped against your inner thigh. you wish it wasn’t freezing. you wish you weren’t wearing pants.
you wish the gentle twitch of his thumbnail was against the thin, damp fabric of your panties, not the thick material of your sweatpants.
you fall back asleep.
(and you dream of kicking your pants off. of tendou tugging aside your underwear and plunging two fingers inside of you while you writhe on top of him. of the faint taste of his soap while you wetly mouth at his neck and the slick squelch of him finger fucking you till you’re a sobbing mess.)
you wake up soaked, tangled up alone in tendou’s sheets, the faint sound of the shower running across the hall.
(and you tell yourself he doesn’t need to know as you bury your face in his pillow, put a hand between your legs, and touch yourself.)
early morning light peaks through the blinds while you lay on your side. barely awake when you feel his fingertips running up and down your arm. softly, a feather of a touch. as you open your eyes you can see the skin of his chest and feel his breath fanning over you. Oikawa is propped up on one elbow admiring you, taking in your adorably sleep rumpled features. the shirt your wearing -his shirt- creased and wrinkled from a full nights rest. the feeling of your legs intertwined beneath the sheets. you remind him of a small cat that’s just woken up from a nap and he suppresses the urge to bite the swell of your cheek. maybe later, he reasons.
you stir and he brings you closer with the same hand now on your back. at this you wrap your arm around his waist and sigh. long and content. breathing him in you note he smells like an afternoon at a park enjoying ice cream while watching the spring flowers bloom. like fulfilled promises and utter happiness. like slow dancing in your kitchen on a late sunday afternoon. he smells like home.
when your consciousness registers a little more you look up, planting your chin on his chest. through hazy vision you can see a smile on his lips and love in his eyes. a warm hand traces from the dip of your spine up between your shoulders and back again.
slow and steady.
loving Oikawa feels like the ocean at high tide.
all consuming.
exciting, if a little scary.
once it comes down it sweeps you up before carrying you over again.
at low tide it’s a shoulder to lean on. fingers intertwined, the mending of a heart.
in the stillness it’s peace. evenings wrapped up together, bellies full and hearts content. in the mornings it’s this.
the appreciation for everything this love has brought you both. everything it has been and the promise of what it will be.
his face closes in and he nuzzles your noses together. your eyelids flutter and close. a smile creeps up on your lips.
“hi…” he whispers, voice full of bliss.
a sweet kiss, a new day begins.
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“just looking at you is enough to make me fall in love again…another day goes by, to start again, to dream, an opportunity to love again”
Hi Dee! Sorry to bother you, but i just had the most delicious, salacious and downright dirty dream >w>
Perv! Best Fiend and roommate! Kuroo, who is just sososo concerned with you not going on dates :( wanting to spend all your free time with him (he's secretly enjoying it so much). Even at parties, you always stay beside him, not wandering too far away and sitting in his lap when smoking or drinking. Do you feel his hard-on? I mean how could he not get excited when you look so nice? And if he peeked while you were having a shower or getting ready would anyone blame him, really?
You are so stressed from your job, one night he decides to give you a massage because he's a good friend and you're just so tense! Obviously! Not because he wants to feel your soft skin, all slippery from the massage oils, and certainly not because he wants to see you squirm from pressing himself and his hard dick to your backside! Almost dry humping but can you blame him? You are just so soft, you smell so good :(
and one massage turns into two, which leads to another. and honestly you both hang out on the couch most nights after work anyway, so it's really no trouble for kuroo to just do it all the time.
and it's so nice of him to offer to do your legs, too. your upper thighs, where his fingers just happen to accidentally brush a little too high sometimes. he's even nice enough to pretend he doesn't see the way you subtly spread your legs. the way your fingers grasp the couch cushions when he moves to your lower back, when his palms just so happen to tug at your shorts and pull them tighter at the apex of your thighs..............
Perviverse matsumakki swoon, extend it to perviverse seijoh4.. their GC is feral like 3/4 members is so obvious about it theres no questions about if they think with their dick and then theres a couple nights where iwa drops porn links casually and most of them look suspiciously similar to roomie reader
They have to have a separate GC where they’re more socially acceptable but that hidden GC you’ve only ever caught flashes of usually has some form of nudity in it, whether its their nudes, porn or whether its “secret” photos of your thigh or some form of your skin peeking out to say hi to them when you’re lounging around (you know they take it, god forbid you arch your back a little more as they not so subtly snap photos with the shutter sound on)
what if you're well aware of their secret group chat. and whenever you're hanging out with them, you manage to quietly swipe one of their phones (usually makki's) for just long enough to quickly scroll through the chat and get the latest updates on what complete freak ass pervs they are.
(and you get off to the shit they say about you too much to tell them you know about the chat.)
blurb: based on laufey's i've never been in love before, from everything i know about love Ი𐑼 song
wc: 623
a/n: apart of my laufey x haikyu event! i dont really like this one vm 😭its so bleh
the gym lights hum overhead. suna is sitting on the floor, leaning against the padded wall, slowly unwrapping the tape from his fingers. you're sitting a few feet away, leaning back on your elbows, watching the way he works. it's a quiet, normal moment - or at least it should be.
"you're being incredibly quiet," suna says without looking up. "usually you're complaining about how long i take to pack up."
"i don't know," you say, shifting your weight. "just didn't feel like talking, i guess."
suna stops picking at the tape and glances over at you, his eyes narrowing in that way they always do when he's trying to read someone. he has a way of making you feel like he can see exactly what you're hiding. "you've been acting like you're in a daze all practice. coach noticed; i noticed."
"i'm just tired," you lie, but of course he sees through.
"liar," he counters easily, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. he stands up, stretching his arms over his head before walking over to sit right next to you. his shoulder brushes yours, and the contact makes you jolt.
you look away, staring at the far end of the court. "it's just.. everything feels a bit strange today."
"did you hit your head?" suna asks, voice teasing but soft.
"no. it's not that." you sigh, dragging a hand through your hair. "i dunno.. i've always been pretty good at keeping things under control. i know how i feel, i know why i feel it, and i usually have a plan. i don't know what's going on."
suna pauses, gazing at you quizzically. "you mean, with us?"
the bluntness of the question catches you off guard. you feel that heat rising again, that dizzying sensation that makes you want to either run out of the gym or lean into him. you've never felt this specific kind of helplessness before - this feeling that your words are going to spill out whether you wanted them to or not.
"yeah," you admit. "with us. i feel a bit like a fool, honestly."
"why a fool?"
"because i thought i was smarter than this," you say, finally meeting his gaze. "i thought i could, just keep things casual and fine. and now im sitting here feeling like i can't breathe right because you're sitting right there."
suna doesn't look away. instead, he reaches out, long fingers closing around your forearm. his grip is steady and firm, cutting through the haze in your head. he pulls you a little closer, and for the first time, you see a flicker of the same uncertainty in his eyes.
"i get it," he says, voice dropping to a low murmur. "i spend all my time acting like nothing affects me. but since you started hanging around.. it's been different. it's frustrating, isn't it? not being in control?"
"extremely," you whisper.
"i think i've realized the problem, though," you continue, the words feeling heavy as they leave your tongue. "the truth is, i've never been in love before, so i have no idea what i'm supposed to do with any of this."
suna lets out a short breath, half laugh and half sigh. he moves his hand from your arm to the back of your neck, his thumb brushing against your skin.
"well," suna says, a little smile breaking through his usual mask. "that makes two of us. we can be idiots about it together."
he leans in again, his movements slow and giving you every chance to pull away. but you don't. you lean forward, finally letting the control go, letting the strange, strong rush of it all take over as he presses his lips to yours.
i mean.. it's not bad.. (bc its suna rintarou cough) but it could be better its kinda similar to my other ones like kenma + valentine 😭💔
tendou’s gaze slides from the television screen to where you’ve got your head pillowed in his lap, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you look up at him thoughtfully.
“for what?” he asks, gently flicking your cheek when he watches you start to idly chew on it.
you stop, running your tongue across your bottom lip before you answer him.
“for being so cool about everything.”
you’re referring to, of course, the fact that your best friend slash roommate accidentally discovered why your bedroom door is typically locked from 8 to 9 p.m. every other night.
in the middle of a stream, no less.
tendou had been incredibly cool about the fact that you forgot to lock your door. he was just trying to ask if you wanted take out when he got an eyeful of you bouncing and whimpering on a dildo in front of your laptop.
he shrugs, smiling as he tugs your wrist away when you start to bite your nails instead. one of the thin straps of your tank top slips down off of your shoulder, and you stretch a little—just enough for your tits to spill further from the dangerously low neck line.
he can see your pebbled nipples through the thin, white fabric, awash in the muted glow of the television. he can see the metal bars of your piercings.
“i’m just glad it didn’t make anything weird,” you continue. “we’re just so comfortable around each other, you know?”
tendou idly lets his knuckles trace your mouth, not missing the way your lips nearly start to part before he drops his hand back down onto the couch cushion.
your tongue traces your bottom lip again. you blink up at him.
“‘course not,” he says with a lazy smile.
you grin at him brightly before rolling onto your side to face the tv again.
and tendou follows the line of your spine, gazing at the gap of skin between your cropped tank top and your sleep shorts. the curve of your lower back. the peak of lace panties. the perfect swell of your ass.
thinking of a hand kink + mattsun reverse uno where he’s the one with the hand kink. and you’re his pretty little best friend with the prettiest little hands.
and to his delight chagrin, you have a habit of fidgeting with your pretty little hands. you talk with your hands, point at things on the menu, expertly navigate the keyboard on your phone.
issei can hear his heart out-beating the rhythm you’re tapping on the table.
he can’t help it, seeing your hands flex and knowing that they would be put to better use on him—or on yourself.
(he thinks it’s unfair he’ll never get to see what they look like wet with your own juices.)
maybe you’re hanging with him one day and you spin your pen as you stare down at your grocery list. can you really blame him when his gaze locks on to the deftness of your fingers, the flicking of your wrist when you throw your pen and catch it?
it gets him thinking all sorts of things about what his dick would look like in your hand.
(and when you start tapping your pen against your cheek, deep in thought about your next line item, mattsun chokes on the idea of seeing his cock do the same.)
imagine you're baking with issei one time. and you half-jokingly hold out a finger covered in a glob of frosting, offering it to him as you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively. and just when you're about to laugh and lick it off yourself, he wraps a hand around your wrist and leans in, taking your finger into his mouth.
(it's all he can think about for the rest of the night)
Sending long-distance boyfriend Atsumu pictures of nothing but his volleyball jersey he‘d gave you one time. Knowing he‘d jerk off to it right before every game like you‘re his lucky charm. If playing good enough, Tsumu might receive a little video from you as well..
you have a ✨ system ✨ where the kind and length of the video you send atsumu after the game depends on how many points msby scores. so atsumu’s fighting for his life on the court about to throw his back out because he’s one point away from unlocking a new tier.
this isnt rlly horny (it can be) but i always wondered how mattsunn wld be as a bf like is he clingy? is he nonchalant? hdhdhshhn
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i don't think mattsun's overly clingy. and i think that if he says or does something that would be perceived as clingy, he'd only be doing it for your enjoyment. not something done compulsively. like he sends you 15 texts in a row when he's drinking with oikawa, iwa, and makki not because he feels any need to, but solely because he knows his flirty cute drunk typo-riddled texts make you laugh.
as for being nonchalant, while i think public-facing mattsun is a nonchalant guy (unless he's in silly guy mode), he's not like that with you. he is relaxed and easygoing, but in a very different way.
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