wait | haikyuu | oc x eita semi

Hi all! Someone posted a 'wrong send' prompt in one of my groups. Hope I did them justice, and they enjoy. And you enjoy as well! This story is for a mature audience (anyone +18) . Trigger warnings: discussions of a choking kink, cursing, and "unsolicted" photos. All characters are aged-up (18+).

I wanted to try my hand at something different. This is edging the line for me but not quite. I pride myself on how people felt during certain parts so if you do give feedback - let me know the emotion that was conveyed.

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"I'm so fucked," Soyo cried into her hands, wrists pressed against her eyes. Her body plopped down on the edge of the bed as she sighed into the comforter.

Another girl with curly brown hair and bright blue eyes was on the ground, screaming her lungs out.

"I can't believe you did that," Her fist banged against the floor. Another loud bang with a 'keep it down up there,' followed. Soyo shook her head against her hands, glaring down at the girl.

"Millie, this is serious, and you're laughing! This could ruin everything we've built, and you're laughing," Soyo squeaked as she sat up from the bed. Her feet dragged against the carpeted floor as she stood over her laughing "friend."

"Okay, okay, okay," Ameila grabbed her stomach and took a deep breath, looking up at an unimpressed Soyo, "Maybe he's into it,"

"That's not the freaking point!" Soyo threw her arms up and stomped away from Ameila, heading into the kitchen. Whipping open the cabinet doors, Soyo's brown eyes scanned through the cabinets.

Ramen, ramen, more ramen, and some soy sauce. What's with all this shit?

"We don't have any alcohol, Millie, or did you drop it over the balcony again to warn away ghosts?"

"Hey those ghosts were so mean to me, you don't know," Ameila yelled from the bedroom. Soyo shook her head.

"Whatever," She closed the cabinet doors with a click, turning around on her heels and heading back toward her room.

"... You have any more," Ameila's voice whispered as she continued to look over the notifications on Soyo's phone. Soyo's skin crawled, and her body moved before registering the words from her friend.

The two tumbled against the floor, and Soyo landed on her back with a thud.

"Seriously, this is the worst day of my life and you're reading about it," Soyo huffed, snatching the phone away.

Ameila rolled her shoulders, glaring at Soyo, "He liked it, maybe you should caplitalize on this little accident of yours," Ameila stood up and stepped out of the bedroom, "I'll be in the living room if you need,"

With that the door closed, Soyo was left alone with her thoughts as she sighed at her phone.

Then the vibrating started - her cheeks flushed, her heart pounded against her eardrums, her hands clammy, and her eyes widened.

"Okay Soyo, breath," She reassured herself as she let out a deep breath, tapping the green icon before she inhaled another breath.

"Shit," She mumbled, holding the phone up to her ear, "He-hey Eita, what's up? What's going on?"

Heavy breathing brushed against Soyo's ear, followed by a rough, "Do you have any more photos you'd like to 'accidentally' send?"

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"Okay, okay, time to go everyone," Eita stood up and clapped his hands; his eyes scanned the floor. Crumpled music sheets, open guitar cases, picks of all colors and shades, and cans of dollar store beer and chips made of dust and cardboard covered the floor.

"Aw, but come on Ei- we got like," Yuji, their drummer, started.

Eita cut him off, "It's like time for everyone to go, it's getting late, and we all still have real jobs, you know," His voice accented at the end, hands rested on hips as a period. Yuji huffed. Hiroo and Kurugi stared at each other, then back up at Eita.

"We don't," Hiroo deadpanned. Eita's eyes narrowed at him, and a slight growl rested on his lips.

Kurugi punched Hiroo and jumped up, "What he met was that we're so invested in the band - it is our real job! Haha, sorry Eita, we'll head out now," Kurugi snatched up his guitar and picks, tossing them in his case. Yuji popped three discs in his spine, releasing a deep groan from the built-up tension. Hiroo rolled his eyes and dusted himself off as he stood.

"Thank you all so much for your hard work tonight, we're-" Eita's phone vibrated against his thigh.

Digging in his pocket, Eita flew to his room saying, "Excuse me guys, I have to take this. You can show yourselves out,"

Locking the door behind him, he plopped on the bed and unlocked his phone.

"Soyo? What does she - oh, holy shit," His voice gave out mid-thought as his eyes took in the photos followed by the hastily written "wrong send" seconds after. Eita swallowed as he sat up against his headboard, pushing his legs apart. There were soft mumbles and voices from the room he came from; his head rested against the headboard as he prayed for a quick exit.

A loud bang startled him from his prayers, "Hey Eita, we're heading out now. Be safe," Yuji yelled from the other side of the door.

Eita's breath caught in his throat, trying to find a proper response. "Yeah, you all do the same," His voice cracking at the end. His head banged against the headboard, "Damnit," He mumbled.

Yuji laughed as he walked away from the door; Eita's body relaxed as he readjusted himself against the headboard.

"Fuck Soyo, didn't know you were into this," Eita couldn't recognize the sultry tone or the growl, but he did feel his mouth move.

Eita, what are you doing? This is your wife - she just said 'wrong send', shouldn't you be concerned about that? Who's she sending these pictures to?

Eita closed his eyes as he attempted to realign his breathing. In through your nose, 1, 2, 3, 4.

A slow breath left his body as the first photo flashed in his mind; a black and white lace bra and panty set hugged mahogany skin, the white leather belt gripped in her hands biting into her throat. Eita's eyes shot open; he unlocked the phone to take in the photos again.

"Holy fuck," Eita's teeth dragged against his bottom lip as he shifted over towards his dresser, he moaned, "So you're into choking huh," A crack in his voice made his skin crawl, his fingers wrapped around a bottle, "Wonde' how prett' you'd look choking under me,"

The bottle clicked open as he flipped to the second picture; a live photo of Soyo nude, arms behind her back with five white handprints on her body, dripping saliva from her tongue with a wicked smile on her lips.

"Hmm, where is his girl when we hang out, huh?" Eita lifted himself up, cold air blowing against his waist, "Fuck whoever you were sending these to, ha," Eita's black pupils choked his chestnut-colored irises into submission, "You're only sending them to me from now,"

A sinister laugh escaped his chest as he arched his back off the headboard, "Fuck Soyo, ha, your body is for my eyes only... I'll make fuckin' sure of that,"

His mind raced through conscience thought as he brought up Soyo's number; his breathing increased, and his now occupied hand's wrist popped with a swift tug.

Ring. Answer.

Ring. God, please answer.

Ring. Fucking answer!

"He-hey Eita, what's up? What's going on?" Her coy voice soothed his ears, and his heart slowed down. In a snap, the photo of her with two handprints around his throat flashed in his mind, along with the thought, "What if those were my hands instead?" Fuck.

"Do you have any more photos you'd like to accidentally send?"

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And that's it! Hopefully, I get big points from the group on this piece. If not, welp. That's a bummer. 😅 I hope you enjoyed it!

Will there be a part two? Yes! The question is... Will it be a podcast-only ep, a 'buy me a coffee' only piece, or a piece for the public? Let me know your thoughts down below in the comments!

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