ꜱ.ᴛᴇɴᴅᴏᴜ - ɪɴꜱᴏᴍɴɪᴀ (tendou x fem!reader)

𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘

warning  ⚠  angst !!

┕━☽【 chapter ❖ eight 】☾━┙

"y/n, you wanna do something?"

"boy, I'm not fucking around with you, so don't get any funny ideas," I hiss, swatting his hand away.

"no, not that. like, do you wanna go somewhere?" he explains. "my friends are having a small get-together."

"absolutely not."

"I'll buy you more snacks tomorrow...?"

...

"consider it done."

the boy slowly nods his head, smiling at the thought of how easy it was to win me over. he sure knows how to handle me, I've never given in so fast in my life.

"who are these friends, anyways? do I know any of them?" I look at the scenery passing my eyes through the window.

"mm, depends. goshiki, semi, kai..? ring any bells?" i shake my head. "ah, well, they were my teammates back in high school. they might seem a bit...hands on at first, but if you can handle me then I'm sure they'll be no problem."

"surrounded by a bunch of hot volleyball guys the whole night? damn, how in the hell am I going to cope?" I voice my thoughts aloud, with no filter, per usual.

"okay...now I'm starting to think your lack of self control is going to be the problem..."

"calm down, dude. I think you're forgetting I have a boyfriend." I remind him carefully.

he returns his hand to my thigh, and i shiver at his placement. "you didn't seem to remember when you were sucking my face off a second ago." he challenges, running circles on my skin with his thumb.

"tendou."

"don't fight it. you know he's not good for you." the smirk on his face vanishes, and now he wears a serious expression, the atmosphere heavy.

"he's been with me through everything." I shrink back into my seat. "we're just going down a rocky path at the moment..."

"how long are you going to let 'a moment' be?" he makes brief eye contact with me, studying me intently with the few seconds he takes his eyes off the road. "with every day that passes, your boundaries are pushed further and further. when is it going to be enough?"

"tendou, stop. you don't know what you're talking about."

"no. i do because I've seen this happen before. y/n, you need to listen to what I have to say, not just hear it. I don't want you getting hurt."

"what's it to you, huh? why do you care if I get hurt?" tears begin to form in the corners of my eyes, and I vigorously blink them back. "is it because I'm your best friend's cousin? if that's it then don't bother."