Or Don't

You heard the doorbell chime and jumped. Giving your reflection one last nod of approval, you slid down the staircase. The doorbell chirped out once more impatiently. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming~!" You sang aloud to yourself.

"Hello!" You grinned, jerking the door open.

"You ready?" the blond caller asked, leaning against the doorframe nonchalantly.

"Yep."

It was the third day that Terushima Yuuji had come calling. Since the first day, he had broken no other possessions of yours. As much as it deeply saddened you that your flowerpot was broken, you were almost glad it had shattered. Otherwise you would have never know the volleyball captain matching your stride. It was like fate had knocked over that flowerpot. Maybe it was your grandmother's ghost trying to be the best wing woman from beyond the grave.

Today you two had a date to go pick out new flowers. The two of you joked and busied yourself with trivial conversation as you made your way to the gardening shop. A woman who looked withered and brittle trembled as she spritzed some sprouting plants with a spray bottle of water. She kept the sun off her brow with a wide brimmed straw hat and kept herself clean with a tidy apron.

"Oba-San!" The volleyball player greeted, raising a hand up. The old woman had sharp ears and whipped her head around. Mirroring the teenager's enthusiasm, she cried "Terushima-chan!"

Her wrinkled eyes glittered with energy and mischief under the shade of her hat. She was well older that the two of you put together, but she was spry and cunning. There was something still childlike about that old woman in the flower shop. The two began chatting eagerly. You took this opportunity to look around at the plants for sale at your leisure.

You couldn't make up your mind whether to pick an already grown plant or a package of seeds. What flower? What color? More time passed than you realized and soon the scary-looking boy was beside you once again. "You should pick this one." He advised, pointing to a horseshoe geranium plant.

"No way."

"Why not?!" He asked, offense noted in his higher pitch."It reminds me of you."

"Because it's stupid."

"Flowers are stupid? I thought you liked flowers!"

"No, that flower means 'stupid'." You explained cooly.

"Oh." He paused. "I'm sorry."

"Let's get the lemon-scented geraniums instead." You suggested, already having made up your mind. "It reminds me of you."

"What does that one mean?"

"Unexpected meeting."

Terushima carried those flowers on the way back like he was carrying his infant child into the outside world for the first time. He was very careful. When you were looking at him, your cheeks became sore from smiling so much.

So the two of you met by the gate of your house as he marched by after practice. The two of you all but beamed at the damaged flowerpot of lemon-scented geraniums. The other members walked past, though they looked back at the scene unfolding, beckoning for their captain to leave the angry person be.

There was no anger on your face, no rage in you heart. Only softness and gentle admiration. He followed you inside your house, babbling something about how much fun it was during practice. You weren't listening, you were watching his mouth, the way his lips would curve and roll against every syllable. Every now and then you were fortunate enough to catch a flash of the silver stud on his tongue.

Your mind wandered to that tongue piercing. When did he get it? What did it feel like? There were other questions about the usefulness of a tongue piercing. In you brain further options were provided, you let your imagination reign and began to wonder about any other piercings or whether or not he had any tattoos.

"Are you okay?" He asked, a look of utmost concern on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You shook your head. "Did you eat already?" You began to open up the refrigerator and pull out some leftover side dishes and inspecting them.  "I can make supper for us while you take a shower."

"Are you telling me I stink?" The boy asked playfully.

"Maybe." You said, setting the Tupperware on the counter.

Suddenly he trapped you in his arms and rubbed his sweaty hair on your cheek. "You're fucking nasty!" You shrieked into his pierced ear as he chuckled like a maniac.

It had been only a half a week, but the two of you acted as if you had been friends forever. You found yourself taking care of what you looked like around him and wanting to be hospitable towards him. It was especially odd because up until a few days ago, you had wanted nothing more than for the captain of the volleyball club and his team to stay far, far away from you and your house.

Today you could barely tear yourself away from him. You steamed two portions of rice and prepared some miso soup along with reheating grilled eggplant in a skillet.

The meal was plated and you were sitting there, eyeing your dinner ravenously. You wondered if it would be too rude to begin without him.

Then you began to note that he seemed to be taking forever in the shower. What he could possibly be doing in there, you didn't even want to entertain the idea!

Eventually the wing spiker did show up, refreshed and donning clean clothes and a smile. Interrupting your daydream, the two of you shared your simple meal and cleaned up the dishes together with an abundance of warm chatter. He was a carefree boy, so conversation came easy and rarely got heavy. It was easy to interact with him because he could talk your ear off for hours if he was passionate about a subject.

The two of you were laying down on the shaggy rug portion of your bedroom floor, looking out at the skylight. You had showered and changed into your pajamas by this time, it came to you as a surprise that Terushima didn't leave while you were bathing. But here you were, keeping your eyes out for shooting stars or ufos, whichever came first.

"Anything's a ufo if you don't know what the fuck it is." You declared.

"There's this guy from a different school, heard he actually believes in aliens." Terushima began: "Like full-on tinfoil hats."

"Really?" You said. "That's wild."

"Yeah, he's like super good at volleyball and all of the girls fawn over him." He clucked his tongue. "He may be crazy, but h s captain of the volleyball team."

"What team?" (wildcats)

"He goes to Aoba Jousai."

"Hold up, Oikawa Tooru, the Oikawa Tooru, believes in aliens?!" You gasped, turning on your side to look at him in utter astonishment.

"You know him?" He raise a brow, tilting his head to look at you.

"Do I? I follow him on instagram, along with like six thousand other people!" You gushed. "He's practically a model!"

"I mean he's handsome, but.." He trailed off, scratching his neck.

"Iwaizumi is hotter?!is that what you mean?" You teased.

"That's not what I said." He deadpanned.

"Iwaizumi is a ten out of ten, do reccomend. " You watched the twinkling stars. "He's the type of guy everyone wants to to lose their virginity to."

"Wh-what?!" Terushima sputters.

"Hmm? You wouldn't lose your virginity to Iwaizumi? Sure, Oikawa is who everyone dreams of, but Iwaizumi has the sense of responsibility to take good care of his partner." You lectured. The totally hot, and totally into you volleyball captain was just laying on the floor of your bedroom, in your empty house, in utter astonishment.

"I guess I have never thought about it before." He says slowly after a while.

"Ten thousand yen says Iwaizumi and Oikawa get together." You turn to him and  he shakes.

"What makes you so sure they'll get together?"

"Well Oikawa can't keep a girlfriend, he's in love with volleyball. He's practically always around Iwaizumi and really clings to him. I feel like Iwaizumi will eventually settle for Oikawa."

"You found all of this out after just following him on instagram?"

"I may or may not be part of his fan blog..." He was giving you a teasing smile and you looked away. "Shut up, I don't judge your hobbies."

"Oh well, I guess I know what your type is now." Terushima have a smug curl of his lip and wiggled his brow.

"Oh really, and what's that?" You responded playfully.

"Crazy pretty boys."

You both laughed. "Hey, you of all people, have no right to call him crazy!" You said in between giggles. " The last time I saw you play you got a nosebleed because you tried to copy something from an action movie and face-planted in the middle of a set ."

"It almost worked!"

"Dude, your coach tried to pull you out and you ended up playing with tissues shoved up both nostrils!" You howled.

"Okay, so I've got the crazy, but am I a 'pretty boy'?"

"What?" You snorted before your laughter died.

"Am I pretty?"

"Hmm~ I wonder~." You teased, trying to artfully dodge answering.

"Don't make me tickle you."

"Please do not." You said in all seriousness.

He raised his hands up and wiggled his fingers about threateningly. His hands got closer and closer and soon you were in tears.

"No!" You shrieked, laughing obnoxiously hard. "Alright! Alright!"

He stopped, and now he was on top of you, straddling you. Your chest was rising fast and you could feel your heart beating in every part of your body. "Yeah."

"What's that? Couldn't hear you~?" You saw him above you with that grin and tousled hair. The stars and moon were giving him a hazy white frame from the skylight.

"Yeah, you're a pretty boy." You admitted between pants.

"So am I your type?" He asked.

It wasn't fair for him to ask that when looking like that. You looked away because you just couldn't take anymore. Especially when he was talking and you saw that familiar silver flash. "Fuck!" You thought aloud.

His face was now closer and he drew your gaze towards him by guiding your chin with his fingertips. Your cheeks felt hot. Your hands felt hot. Your head felt hot. Where he touched your chin felt hot. Everything just felt hot. You nodded your head dizzily.

Then you were kissing him. Hungrily, and  also running your fingers through his feathery undercut. The two of you kissed sloppily. It was disgusting and not at all romantic, but you didn't entirely hate it. Definitely not how you imagined your first kiss with Terushima Yuuji.

You separated momentarily. The two of you were processing what was going on. His saliva left a glossy sheen on your parted lips and he could see the light from the stars shining on it. Your face was flushed and your hair was splaying wildly on the floor. You looked absolutely gorgeous.

Meanwhile, he was above you, just staring. You felt his gaze a bit uncomfortable and averted your eyes. His hair was messy because of you and some of it was sticking up wildly. When you looked back at his face, that handsome face, he had a massive grin. He dipped down to resume your kissing.

He let you explore his mouth because he figured you were curious. Most people are particularly fond of the tongue piercing. It was almost impossible to not be swiping your tongue over the metallic ball protruding from his tongue.  With any hope, the novelty of kissing someone with a tongue piercing might never wear off.

After you were fully satisfied with exploring the inside of his mouth, Terushima took over.  He rolled the ball over the cavern of your mouth and it tickled you along the sensitive roof of your mouth. You tried not to laugh because it actually felt quite pleasant and you didn't want him to stop.

Somewhere in between you had switched positions and had lost your pants so now he was on the floor in only his boxers. You had discarded his shirt and you had to survey with your hands. His lean body felt sturdy under your fingertips as you traced the contours of his skin, much in the same way he traced the contours of your mouth with his stud.  You ran your fingers up to his chest. It was the moment of truth. Slightly dismayed that he didn't have any more piercings, you let out a small noise in the back of your throat that he must have mistaken for a moan.

You rolled his nipple in between your fingers lightly. You weren't exactly sure whether that was something most guys particularly enjoyed, but he didn't really protest. He was too busy concentrating on kissing you. This was dangerous. You had never met a guy like Terushima Yuuji before. Alarms went off in the back of your mind. You needed to to stop. You guys hadn't discussed this beforehand, hell, you didn't know if he had protection. But all you could think about was his tongue gliding across the roof of your mouth. You rolled your hips against his boldly.  There was a garbled "fuck" somewhere in there, but you couldn't tell from which mouth it originated.

Again gasping for breath, you separated. You tugged at the hem of his boxers that had already sat low on his hips.

Here you were, alone in your house with a boy you barely knew. Your parents were out of town and you were there, in your bedroom, jerking off easily one of the hottest guys in the prefecture.

He groaned. "What am I doing?" You we're zoned out, but continued your ministrations.

"What's the matter? You not into this?" He asked seriously, before letting out another pant.

"Hmm?" You hummed absentmindedly, still proceeding. Never realizing you had said it aloud.
He put his hands on yours to stop you, which was, in retrospect, a very awkward thing to do.

"If you're not comfortable with this, we can stop." He said gravely.

"Yeah, of course I want to." His hands still on yours. Your hands still wrapped around his cock.

"I just wanted to make sure." You gave him a reassuring smile and a peck at the corner of his mouth as you continued your ministrations. His hands were still on top of yours, but you didn't wait for him to remove them.

You pulled one of your hands and his hand with it,  up to your face and sucked on two of his fingers while the other continued kneading playfully at his head. Embarrassingly enough, you made direct eye contact with him the entire time. You hadn't any idea where this confidence had come from, but in that moment you were unabashed and nothing you did could have possibly make you feel otherwise.

His eyes glittered in the starlight, darting between your mouth and your own eyes, the two of you, simply shadow figures. You let go of his arm and wiped the drool that had leaked out with your free hand before you pulled his fingers out with a pop. It's funny how things that would be disgusting or bizarre seemed so much more acceptable in the nightlight.

You guided his hand down and he began stroking in tandem with your hand. It was slick and warm, and you could tell it felt good for him. Your breathing was ragged and you pushed him down  after a while, onto his back.
On top of him, you wrapped both hands around is base and licked daringly at his tip, arousing a hissed "fuck" from his lips. You didn't know how good you'd be at head, but somehow, your body knew just what to do.

Deeper, you nuzzled his head with your jaw. His fingers furled into your hair. You would have to wash the precum and spit out later, but all you could imagine then was the sounds the bold volleyball captain would make when you got him off. The taste was odd, not so terrible that you wanted to stop, but not the most delicious. But what could you say? The experience was surprisingly enjoyable, all things considered. Nonetheless, you only had a rough idea of what you were doing.

"Stop! Stop!" Terushima said, applying a bit more pressure into your hair but releasing his fingers when he realized what he was doing. You choked a bit because you were startled.

You pulled back, coughing. "Sorry." He said."Sorry." He parroted, completely full of remorse. "It's just..."

"Was I that bad?"

"No. No!" He was beet red. "If anything, it felt too good."  He paused and looked at you before he vetted his gaze. "I was about to c-..."  He trailed off.

You weren't really listening anymore and you were staring at his dick.  "So you don't want me to go on?" You asked, still feeling like you had done so poorly he couldn't bear it.

"I don't want to cum in your mouth."

"I don't really mind." You said nonchalantly, trying to sound cool.

"Are..." He hesitated and whispered . "Are you sure?"

You shrugged your shoulders. Might as well. You had already committed this much, if you really didn't like it, you could always spit it out into your waste basket. Is what you conveyed to him, but you were kind of freaking out because you actually hadn't thought about anything but the wild noises he was making and how you wanted to keep it up.

Terushima hadn't wanted to push his luck, but he also couldn't pass up an offer like this. You slowly dipped your head back down and started back again, this time picking up the pace. You wanted to finish him off before he changed his mind, before reality could sink in and he would realize how much of a mess the two of you had gotten yourselves into.

Deep sighs flew out of his mouth and he was swearing up a storm. You had hollowed our your cheeks and sucking like it was the best thing in the world. Terushima tugged on your hair.

You could tell he was trying to hold back his voice. You hummed as you sucked and that just brought on a whole new sound from his throat. Sounds he didn't even know he could make. You played with his balls and took him in as deep as you could.
He let out a groan and somehow you knew that he was going to cum.

You felt it spurt into your mouth but kept on sucking. Even though he was now a shameless, moaning mess, you just swallowed it up. It wasn't delicious, but the noises he was making were. He was super sensitive at this point and yet you continued as  he went through his high. 

When he finished you pulled him out with a loud "pop" and planted heavily. An accomplished smile curled into your lips and you climbed over top of the volleyball captain as you traced your fingers over his jaw. Rasping, you said "You were wonderful, you did great", even though that's what he should've been saying to you.

Pulling the comforter off your bed, you snuggled up agains this chest, and the two of you fell asleep wrapped loosely in each others arms.

that took so long to write. i have literally been writing this since christmas day. like this is over three thousand words. only two thousand is actual smut. i need more terushima smut because i love terushima yuuji. he's so hot oml.

please comment if you want more terushima content.