#tendou x reader

[aryaryxoxo]

These Haikyuu men have been secretly watching the cute sports reporter from the sidelines for a while now, always catching glimpses of her interviewing players after matches. So when he finally gets to be the one she’s interviewing? Oh, he's blushing hard.

He’s trying his absolute best to answer all her questions seriously—maintaining eye contact, throwing in a few jokes to impress her—when suddenly, bam! His rascal of a teammate dumps an entire gallon of cold water on him as part of their post-game tradition… but it splashes all over her too.

He immediately turns to his teammate like, “Are you serious right now?” before scolding them on the spot. “She’s working! What is wrong with you?” he snaps, before turning to her, flustered and apologizing profusely. “I’m so sorry about that. Get her a towel. Now.”

When they bring it over, these Haikyuu men takes it himself and gently starts wiping the water from her face, mumbling something like, “You okay?” while giving her a small, nervous smile. He doesn’t even realize they’re still being filmed.

Trying to save face, he grins and says, “How about this—let me make it up to you. You can write an entire article about me… over coffee?”

Later that night, he’s sprawled out on his bed, still in his team hoodie, phone in one hand and a lazy grin on his face as he watches the viral clip of himself smiling like an idiot while gently dabbing her face with a towel for the tenth time. The comment section is wild—some are teasing, some are shipping, and some are dead serious about wanting to see them together.

Then his phone pings.

You: how about tomorrow lunch time? 😊

Hinata, Atsumu, Bokuto, Sugawara, Kageyama, Oikawa, Tsukishima (i have favoritism), Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Daichi, Tendou, Kenma, Ushijima (i have favoritism part 2), any other hq men you love

[kirbykirbi]

I need the new movie NOW ( ⸝⸝･̆⤚･̆⸝⸝)

[showhay]

getting snatched up by shiratorizawa boys since you bolted like an athlete after confessing.

shiratorizawa vbc x f!reader

yes ladies, inarizaki is incoming; please wait.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

soekawa jin

you corner jin by the vending machines, thrusting a letter at him before blurting out, “i like you!” and immediately bolting. jin, normally the chill one, panics—he forgets his water bottle entirely and sprints after you like it’s nationals. he’s yelling your name so loud people think someone’s being mugged. when he finally catches up, he doesn’t let go, clutching your wrist with trembling hands, cheeks red, heart hammering. “don’t run from me like that,” he says, hugging you so tightly you squeak. he hides his nose against your hair, breathing shakily like he might actually faint.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

ushijima wakatoshi

you slip him the letter right before practice and dash. ushijima blinks once, then immediately starts power-jogging after you—zero hesitation. his heavy footsteps pound the ground like a warning drum. when he catches you, he doesn’t even ask, just grabs your face and presses his mouth to yours with brutal sincerity, like he’s staking a claim. he pulls back, staring into your wide eyes with deadly seriousness. “don’t ever run from me. i want you here.” it’s less a confession, more a command. ushijima holds your hand the entire walk back, his thumb brushing your knuckles like he’s trying to brand the moment into his memory forever.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

tendō satori

tendō reads your letter once and screams so loud it echoes through the gym. by the time you’re halfway down the hallway, he’s already bouncing after you, arms flailing. “don’t leave meee pretty cutieeeee!!” he practically tackles you from behind, spinning you around in his arms, laughing like a madman. your face is burning when he suddenly dips you like a scene from a soap opera and plants the sloppiest, most overdramatic kiss on your lips. he pulls back, staring like he’s been shot through the heart. “you… you’re serious, right? because if you’re not, i’ll actually die.” his voice cracks, but his smile is huge and terrifyingly giddy.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

goshiki tsutomu

your letter sends goshiki into system failure. he reads it aloud, stutters halfway, then runs after you with tears streaming down his face. “y/n, please wait!!” when he finally corners you against the wall, he’s crying so hard his words are incomprehensible. you’re about to apologize when he blurts, “I LOVE YOU TOO!” and slams his lips against yours in a messy, desperate kiss. then he promptly collapses to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably into your stomach, begging, “don’t regret it, don’t take it back, please…” he clings to you like you’re oxygen.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

shirabu kenjirō

you shove the letter into shirabu’s hands and sprint, but he doesn’t chase right away—he reads it five times, blood rushing to his head so fast he nearly passes out. then he snaps, throws the papers, and sprints after you like his life depends on it. when he catches you, his hands slam against the wall on either side of your head, trapping you. “don’t you dare run after dropping something like that on me,” he hisses, face flushed, pupils dilated. then, almost violently, he kisses you—sharp, desperate, biting at your bottom lip like he’s punishing you for making him lose composure. when he pulls back, his breathing is ragged. “you’re mine now. don’t think you can take that back.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

semi eita

you slip the letter into semi’s bag and bolt, but he finds it mid-practice. once he realizes what it is, he drops everything—including his setter toss—and barrels out the gym screaming your name. when he finally finds you hiding behind the bleachers, he grabs you by the shoulders and just stares at you, panting like he ran a marathon. “you can’t just… you can’t just confess and then LEAVE!” he kisses you, hard, half-sobbing against your lips. then he pulls back and actually laughs shakily, wiping at his eyes. “god, you’re going to kill me one day. but don’t you dare run again.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

ōhira reon

you give reon your letter in the courtyard and take off. he doesn’t even pretend to be calm—he shouts your name like a war cry and chases you down in record time. when he catches you, he grabs you and swings you up into his arms like you weigh nothing. “don’t ever run from me again, please,” he says softly, though his arms are shaking with adrenaline. before you can reply, he leans down and kisses you deeply, slow and overwhelming, like he’s savoring every second. he rests his forehead against yours afterward, smiling faintly but with eyes that burn. “you’ve ruined me forever, y/n.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

kawanishi taichi

you tuck the letter into kawanishi’s hands and immediately take off, but he doesn’t chase. instead, he just starts walking in the exact direction you ran, so calm it’s unsettling. you keep looking back nervously—he’s always a few steps behind, quiet, relentless. eventually you corner yourself in the library, and he’s just there, standing in the doorway, staring at you. then he walks up, grabs your hand, kisses your forehead, and pulls you down into his lap as he sits. “don’t run,” he murmurs, resting his chin on your shoulder. “you belong here.” it’s soft, but the iron grip on your waist says otherwise.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

hayato yamagata

yamagata sees the letter, screams, and immediately sprints after you so fast he nearly bowls over three first-years. when he finally catches you, he crashes into you so hard you both fall to the ground. he’s grinning like an idiot, face bloody from a nosebleed, babbling, “you like me?! you really like me?! this isn’t a prank, right?!” when you confirm, he actually bursts into tears of joy and hugs you so tightly you wheeze. he doesn’t let you go for hours, clinging to you like a limpet, repeating, “mine, mine, mine” under his breath.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

yunohama

your letter was still warm in your hands when yunohama practically tackled you to the ground. he didn’t even finish reading before blurting, “this means you’re mine, right? RIGHT?!” his arms locked around you so tight it felt like a crime scene hug. his nose started bleeding when you squirmed, but he didn’t care—he kissed you like he was staking a claim. afterwards, still breathing hard, he whispered against your lips, “you don’t get it… i’d erase the whole world if it ever touched you wrong.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

shibata yu

shibata was laughing. laughing like he’d just lost his mind, clutching the letter with shaking hands. “you picked me? ME? oh, you’re so cruel.” he wiped at his face only to smear tears everywhere, then grabbed your cheeks so suddenly it startled you. his kiss was messy, desperate, like he’d been starving for years. when he finally pulled back, eyes bloodshot, he whispered, “i’ll never stop proving i deserve this. even if i break myself in half.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

akakura kai

akakura didn’t say anything at first. he just stared at the paper until his ears turned cherry red. “don’t—don’t look at me right now,” he muttered, voice cracking, before shoving his face into your neck. he hugged you like he was trying to fuse himself to your skin. the kiss that followed was unexpectedly soft, trembling, almost reverent. when he finally dared to meet your eyes again, he said, “no backing out now. i won’t let you.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

yamagata hayato

yamagata straight-up screamed when he finished reading. then he dropped to his knees like he’d just been struck by divine lightning. “holy crap. this is real. THIS IS REAL?!” before you could answer, he latched onto your waist like you were a lifeline, babbling incoherently between tears and nosebleeds. then, in one wild surge, he stood up and crushed his mouth to yours, sloppy but burning with devotion. “if anyone tries to steal you,” he panted against your lips, “i’ll fight them all. i don’t care if it’s the entire world.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a/n: GIVE ME MOTIVATION TO STUDY OMFG. also i feel like it’s repetitive or maybe it’s just because i’m the one writing lol.

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[clawsdevour]

can't wait any longer

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.

masterlist here

[honeyteddygrahams-blog]

HAIKYUU KINKTOBER 2

pls don’t read this if you don’t like porn links please know that the characters are up to age meaning they are either adults or teen ages 18-19

~ SHOYO HINATA

Chest play

masturbation

Riding

Makeout session

mirror

Grinding

~ DAICHI SAWAMURA

Teasing

Cream pie

Punishment

Breeding

shower sex

praise

~ SUGAWARA KŌSHI

Lingerie

Chest play

mutual masturbation

Breeding

Work sex

car sex

~ WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA

Cream pie

Honey moon sex

Breeding

Size kink

Riding

chest play

~ TENDOU SATORI

Riding him

Teasing

Chest play

Cream pie

Sex toys

mutual masturbation

~ TOBIO KAGEYAMA

Cream pie

mutual masturbation

Riding

Lingerie

Teasing

Spanking

~ SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Riding

Cream pie

punishments

shower sex

edging

Lingerie

[taintedtort]

heyaaaa! can I get nsfw hcs for time skip Matsukawa, Kuroo n Tendo? thank you😚

" LATE NIGHT LOVIN'! "

summary. nsfw hcs

characters. matsukawa, kuroo, tendou, kyotani, iwaizumi

warnings. gn!reader, post!timeskip, NSFW/SMUT!!

a/n. this has been sitting in my drafts for soooo long i'm sorry!!! also added some extra characters :)

☆ — MATSUKAWA

he stretches you out every single time because his dick is too big and thick. even if you guys just had sex the day before, be prepared for tears to prick at your lashes.

dirty talk the entire time. he does not shut up. it’s mocking things too like, "can you take it, baby?" or "is that too much?"

he cannot get enough of the noises you make. if you try to muffle yourself, he’ll just go even harder.

kinda kinky. vibrators, handcuffs, choking, marking, and maybe fucking you while he’s on the phone with Hanamaki (and maybe even letting Maki tease you for the little whimpers you can’t keep in).

you’ve prob had a threesome with him and Maki ^^

loves watching you ride him. you throw in the towel after five minutes at most because he’s too big and it hits too deep in that position!

his favorite position is doggy. he’s a total ass man.

☆ — KUROO

he loves to tease you and really draw out foreplay. he thinks that’s the most important part! he wants you begging before he even starts.

loves touching your hair, no matter the length. during make out sessions, his hand is in your hair. during sex, he’s pulling on it to hear you gasp.

(fem) he would be down to try anal.

he likes when you talk during sex, even when it’s all broken and stuttered. he always asks you questions so you’ll have to answer. if you don’t, then he stops until you do.

100% convinced you to have car sex/give him road head.

speaking of head, he loves to receive it. he'll give back of course, but nothing beats watching you choke on his dick. and, again, he can play with your hair!

rants about your sexual endeavors with kenma, who absolutely hates it.

he jokes about letting kenma have a turn with you, but wouldn’t actually go through with it. what if you end up liking kenma better? :(

his favorite position is also doggy because he likes the way your spine looks all arched up.

☆ — TENDOU

hickey galore. he’d show them off proudly, but he also loves giving you marks on your shoulders specifically.

along with hickeys, i think he’d be into biting too. he mostly does it just to tease you, and it’s always gentle. but there’s times when he’s fucking you too good, and he feels your teeth sink into his arm or his shoulder or his neck, and he loves it.

shower sex. he thinks it’s really intimate, and he likes rubbing soap all over you as foreplay lol.

would try eating chocolate off of you. or alcohol.

he likes being tied up.

i think he’d lowkey be a switch, but not completely submissive, he just let's you lead.

loves fucking you while forcing you to hold a vibrator against yourself. he thinks it’s so cute how shaky you get and how you can’t keep the toy still.

his favorite position is missionary so he can fold your legs all different ways.

☆ — KYOTANI

spanks the shit out of you. would also slap your face if you were down for it (not too hard, of course).

he's pretty quiet during sex because he gets embarrassed, but he needs to hear you moan or he can’t cum.

he's really impatient and has a high libido. foreplay is usually just a three minute make out session before he's shoving your hand down his pants.

loves blowjobs. especially unexpected ones. he can get hard in seconds, and it turns him on to see how needy you can get.

he always pushes your head into the mattress or stuffs a pillow over your face. he doesn’t like when you look at him because it breaks his concentration!

he loves when you send him nudes. he has a folder of them saved on his phone and routinely jerks off to them.

he had outdoor sex with you one time and it changed his life.

didn’t think he’d be into marks, but one time you left a hickey on his collarbone and he couldn’t stop staring at it in the mirror.

he likes when you ride him, but only when you’re actually moving. he gets annoyed when you go too slow. he loves the face you make when he starts fucking up into you. though.

his favorite position is butterfly.

☆ — IWAIZUMI

he likes pretending to teach you how to stretch. you don’t even know that he’s staring at your ass or imagining all the ways he could tear your pants off.

he kisses you a lot during sex. mostly your neck or lips, but sometimes his lips land on your forehead or your cheek.

sweats the most, but probably because he’s doing all of the work.

he listens to all of the needy demands you moan out, like "harder!" or "faster, Haji!" or "don’t stop! 'm gonna cum!" every single one is met with his compliance.

he has to mandhandle you into at least four different positions every time you have sex.

he's nice most of the time, but not so much when he’s frustrated or tired. on those days, he tears your clothes and forces you to bend over whatever surface is closest.

wall sex just because he can. you always tease him by doubting his strength, and he loves to show you just how strong he really is.

likes being close to you during sex. eye contact, kissing, pressing your foreheads together, all of that. he wants you fully naked and pressed entirely against him.

favorite position is missionary with your arms and legs wrapped around him.

hi! thanks for reading :)

rules+masterlist

[takes1]

realistic d*ck headcanons : Ი𐑼 misc. haikyuu

characters | hinata, kageyama, asahi, tendou | if ya'll want more, just reply or hit up my inbox details | lots of nsfw discussion | mdni

shoyo is the epitome of motion>size (~4.5in, good thickness) and a curious rightside curve to that thing, like it's reaching for a volleyball, too. after being a pro for while, he's working with more confidence to pair with his usual healthy, if not overactive, libido. multiple round king. him and his buddy never get tired. early mornings + double espresso + 4 condoms = god tier summer hook-up.

asahi is a precious size king! big dick (~8.2in+) begs rare issues though. you better be giving that massive hog constant attention because he'll get soft, fast. and it's Never Your Fault- You're So Pretty, Baby! but blood flow is a funny, uncontrollable thing. better learn how to switch positions efficiently, iykyk. also...whiskey dick + flirty drunk = many disappointed one night stands and a proficiency for eating pussy.

tobio has got that dick locked up! tobio is a pretty boy, but he's got problems with intimacy, girl. you better get him in therapy first. if you're looking for a pic exchange, he might send a few decent ab snaps, but he is a Ghoster at heart.

satori... ohh you know what they say about skinny guys. he's quick to semi-publicly brag about his cock, too. it's the one precious thing he's got over a lot of guys who pick on his monster-build. so, it tracks that he's a hygiene guy! always well-shaved and freshly showered, "Cleanliness is next to Godliness, my love~!" doesn't fw the post-gym, sticky sweat, heavy B.O type sex. will turn you out in the shower, though. beyond size, he's got the golden ratio of obsession to intuition. if a bitch ain't shaking, he's not doing his job.

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Ი𐑼 post note. not a planned post. just some super quick thoughts!

[ryoride]

◜BACK TO FRIENDS !◞

How can we go back to being friends when we just shared a bed?

﹙Timeskip! not proofread, fem! reader, mentions of alcohol/drug use, 18+ content﹚

◜Kenma Kozume◞

He woke up, feeling ungodly tired, throwing a hand on his face. What on earth did he do last night?

Pressing back against his elbows, he tried to sit up, pausing when he felt the pressure on his stomach. You, sleeping peacefully on his ribcage.

. . . shit.

He leaned back on his mattress, trying to create whatever timeline could have brought you to sleeping on him—he wasn't stupid; he knew what the two of you must have done.

But he felt stupid for risking one of his closest friendships for a few moments of flesh.

He covered his face with his hands, groaning into his palms as he felt you stirring on his ribcage. How were the two of you supposed to ignore sleeping together? Were you going to throw your clothes on and run away? He was expecting it.

"Kozu?" He heard you yawn out as the pressure on his stomach subsided; peeking between his fingers, he saw you sitting up, clutching a balled shirt to your chest.

His shirt he saw you throw over your shoulders, quickly covering yourself as his hands slowly fell from his face. "... Hi. You're awake." He whispered simply as you nodded

"Uhm, yeah. I'm up. Are you ok?" Your voice echoed tenderly to his ears as he nodded. "That's good. Hey, I—your boxers are on the floor. If you want, I can grab them."

He just nodded frantically, covering his face with his hands again.

He didn't know why he was being so weird; he wasn't a virgin or something—maybe because everything was a blur and he wasn't even fully sure what he imagined or what happened.

He felt your body lean over his before fabric landed on his chest; moving one hand, he lifted them up, feeling more mortified.

Spider-Man boxers—he sleeps with his friend wearing Spider-Man boxers from his teen years. Are you kidding me?

"Kozu, are you ok?" You murmured, laying your head against the pillow next to his as he turned his to look at you, mascara lightly smeared under your eyes, with lipstick on his shoulder.

"I—I have a clue of what we did last night, but...what exactly did we do?" He whispered, his thumb trying to wipe the gray smears under one of your eyes.

"Well, we shared a blunt, got philosophical for a little bit, made out in your gaming chair for a while, and then crawled into bed together." You explained, gently reaching to wipe the remnants of your lipstick. "It was good. The weed helped—don't get me wrong, Kozu. You were good. I've just never seen you so... comfortable."

"So, we're ok?" Kenma whispered softly, delicately wiping away the last bit of the streaky mascara.

"Of course, we are, Kozu." You nodded, leaning forward to press a soft kiss on his shoulder. "I had fun... didn't you?"

Kenma paused, barely a second, as his fingers moved to tangle in your hair. "I did... I just don't want things to be weird now."

"They don't have to be." You assured him, as his fingers fell from your hair, slowly standing from the bed.

He pulled on his Spider-Man boxers before running his fingers through his hair. "I just don't want to ruin our friendship, y/n... I really care about you."

"Kozu, we wouldn't have done that if we didn't care about each other—but the friendship was ruined the moment you went in me." You admitted, staring at his wall as he got changed, only glancing back when his weight shifted the mattress again.

"I know. I'm sorry." He whispered, avoiding looking at you as your hand ventured out to his, grasping it gently.

"I'm not." You whispered back, shifting closer to him. "Kozu last night... last night made me feel alive."

He blinked, not once, not twice, but three times before finally glancing at her. "It feels more like a really good dream than reality."

"I think that's the weed." You murmured. giving his hand one soft squeeze. "But it was good, Kozu..." You paused, pulling his hand to your mouth, pressing a soft kiss to his skin. "Life-alteringly good."

His hand flexed against yours, a flush spreading over his face as you whispered the last three words, his free hand coming forward to tilt your chin up—pausing for a moment—before leaning down to plant an experimental kiss upon your lips.

He felt you gasp into the kiss, dropping his hand. He was about to pull back before he felt your hands on his rib cage, pulling him closer. A breathy "Kozu" fell from your lips as you finally broke the kiss.

When something as simple as a kiss can feel that much like heaven—there is no 'back to friends.'

◜Sugawara Kōshi◞

A small yawn fell from your lips as you woke up, a hand roaming through your hair, scratching your scalp tenderly. Opening your eyes with a small squint, you took note that you'd fallen asleep in your friend's bed.

"Suga?" You mumbled, stretching out a little, moving your arm to lie next to your face, landing right on someone's flesh. "Oh." You retracted your arm back to over the blanket.

You tried to roll over, off of him—but his arm was slung tightly over your waist—like it belonged there. "Stay." He whispered, his hand softly rubbing against your bare skin.

Wait. Bare skin?

Your eyes finally opened properly. Glancing up to see his blissed-out expression, comfortably splayed out on his pillows, one hand snug on your waist, the other playing with your hair.

You took a short glance around his room; you'd been there enough times to have a general idea of what it always looked like.

Dresser organized, keys on top & a framed photo from his high school volleyball team. His chair, nestled comfortably in a corner beside his bookshelf, a laundry basket beside the door, propped open with a pair of boxers half hanging out.

His desk was the only thing different, though. Where he normally kept it organized, the papers seemed to be all shoved away, and his desk chair was knocked over.

What truly caught your attention? Was the red pair of panties hanging off the lamp... yours.

With one quick motion, you lifted the blanket while he was still clothed from the waist down. Everything besides your bra was gone, somewhere on his floor or over his lamp.

Slamming the blanket back down, you hissed quietly. "Suga?" "Hmm?" He whispered, tilting his head up, seeing the freaked-out expression on your lips. "What's wrong?" He pulled his hand from your hair, pulling you to sit on his lap.

A yelp fell from your lips as you grabbed one of his smaller pillows, pressing it against your pelvis as he followed your hands. "Suga." You squeaked, shifting uncomfortably.

"It's ok, hey, it's ok." He assured, pulling his blanket loose and over your shoulders to cover your flesh.

"Jesus." You muttered, pinching the blanket closed around your waist, letting the pillow fall off him—ignoring that the blanket slipped down your shoulders. "What did we do last night?"

His hands found your waist, softly rubbing circles through the soft blanket as he sat up a little, leaning his back against the headboard. "You came over, we shared a couple of glasses of wine, stumbled back to my room."

"Oh god." You mumbled, pressing your palms against your face, before he pulled one away, slowly intertwining his fingers with yours, keeping his gaze on your face, avoiding looking down as the blanket slipped down again.

"I'm not done." He whispered, his thumb brushing tenderly on your hand as the other hand pressed on your waist, slowly easing you to lie down on him. "We didn't do everything. Don't worry."

As your face pressed against his collarbones, he pulled the blanket back over you slowly, nuzzling it up to your shoulders, before letting go of your hand and wrapping both arms around you.

"What did we do then?" You whispered into his skin as he tilted his head to lean against yours.

"We started kissing. I shoved everything on my desk aside to make room for you, then I kissed down your body, nice and slow. As you tore off your clothes." He murmured, eyes sweeping over your body through the blanket, each curve making him shudder softly

"I tore them off?" You groaned as he chuckled softly, nodding a little as he squeezed you softly.

"You did, and then. I slid down in front of you because who am I if not a gentleman?" He teased, eyes flicking to his lamp, the cherry red fabric bringing a soft flush to his cheeks. "I kissed up your thighs, real slow, just to annoy you, and then, pulled those off, just as slow." He pointed at the lace fabric as you buried your head in his neck.

"Shut up suga."

"Sorry, sorry. I'll be good." He reassured you, rubbing your back. "Basically, I had a delicious meal, and you tried tearing my shirt off before dozing off on my shoulder—tuckered you out more than I meant to."

"Do you regret it?" The words were barely whispered from your throat before he pried you off him, staring up with his eyes squinting.

"I'm addicted. Don't ask me dumb questions." He admitted, leaning up to press a kiss to the hollow of your throat. "So damn addicted."

"So... we're ok? Still friends?" You whispered, tilting your head back to give him better access, his mouth moving to softly suck on your pulse point. "We're perfect, anything you want to be." He murmured into your skin. "Friends, lovers, anything."

"Friends, lovers, anything?" You repeated, Suga feeling the slight tremble of your legs against his hips. One of his hands moves to the space between your shoulder blades, the other moving to your waist to hold you steady.

"If we're taking a vote, I'd like to cast mine to the lovers' box." He teased, pulling his mouth back from your neck, pulling the blanket off of you, drinking in the sight. "You look so pretty like this."

"Don't be corny." You sighed, thwacking his forehead softly, smiling down at him for a moment. "My vote's going there too."

◜Nishinoya Yū◞

You stirred softly, arms tightening softly around something on your stomach. Last night—shit—sitting up confirmed your suspicions. Last night you had slept with your best friend, and you were still cuddling.

"Noya." You grumbled, prying at him slightly. "Noya move."

"No." He hissed, squeezing you tighter as he buried his nose in your neck more, noticing the small purple marks he'd left the night before.

"Noya, you're squishing my tit. Move over." You whined, pressing more against the mattress, trying to relieve the pressure on your chest as he kissed over the hickies on your neck, slipping off of you, propping himself sideways, taking in your body

"You let me do what I wanted last night." He huffed, one arm slinking over your waist as you pushed yourself up, kissing the side of his jaw.

"Oh... shut up." You hushed, turning sideways and leaning against his chest, feeling him shift before he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"You know better than to expect that." He mumbled, tilting your chin up as he smiled softly. "I'll shut up in a minute, just let me say something?"

"What?" You whispered, hand catching his as he removed it from your chin.

"That I enjoyed myself deeply. Might die if I never feel you like that again." He whispered back, leaning down, catching your ear lobe with a kiss. "Whining my name, clawing at me, begging for more, you want more, don't you?"

You paused, mid-breath, staring at him as you slowly pulled him back from your neck. "You're so evil. It hurts." You whispered back, before climbing on his lap. "Do you want more?"

"God, how is that even a question?" he mumbled, watching you intently as he grabbed your hips, pulling you closer. "I need more."

"You're an idiot, Nishinoya." you groaned, dropping your forehead against his as he pulled you closer.

"Your idiot... if you'll have me." He mumbled, eyes piercing yours as you brought your hands up to softly rub his cheekbones.

"God, how is that even a question?" you teased, leaning down to catch his lips in a soft kiss, moving together softly. "I need that."

"Fuuu—Don't mock me." He groaned, leaning up to catch you in another kiss.

◜Tendo Satori◞

30 minutes had passed, and he was still humming on your lower stomach as you played with his hair. it wasn't mistake—both of you knew that much.

One of you would have already run for the hills if that were the case.

Now it felt like this weird gray area, neither of you sure just what to do, still frozen how you were just as it ended. Post nut clarity high

Tendo broke the silence first, letting out a snort, as you quickly leaned your head up, seeing him propped up against your lower belly. "What's so funny this time?"

"You tasted... God, you tasted like heaven." He trailed one of his hands up your thigh again, giving a short squeeze to the flesh, licking his bottom lip slowly.

"oh my god—shut up." You hissed, head falling back onto his pillows as he pulled the blanket up, over your hips and dissapearing beneath it.

"Shutting myself up." He teased, kissing up your legs as you squirmed.

"No, Idiot, get up here." you groaned, kicking him off before clamping your legs together.

"Oh." He mumbled, slipping up from under the blanket, crawling up to lie next to you. "This is nice too."

He leaned over, kissing your shoulder softly, slinging his arm under your head as he pulled the blanket up to both your chests.

"Thanks." You whispered, curling into his touch as he smiled, free hand pushing his hair out of the way as he looked at you.

"That was... amazing." He assured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Are you going to stay the night?"

"I can if you want me to." You mumbled into his shoulder as he leaned against you.

He didn't reply npt verbally, but he held you against him for the rest of the night, sleep coming peacefully.

The line between just friends and something more was beyond blurred, as if it had never existed before. Like this was the way it was supposed to be.