#kei x you

[alpali]

kei mf tsukishima.

You’re sat on Kei’s lap.

Your arms are linked around his neck. His big hands glide along your body, trying to grab and feel whatever he could.

His lips and yours meet in a messy kiss. Teeth clashing, saliva exchanging, tongues dancing. His lips were a little chapped but yours were so soft and sweet. Remnants of your flavored chapstick lacing your lips as he kisses it off.

He was so addicted, always chasing back for more. He groans when you move a little to adjust yourself, his hands gripping your hips.

“Shit.” He mumbles.

Then he’s back to it.

Yet with more passion, you’re shuddering under his touch, his kisses, the way his tongue feels against yours.

His glasses were fogged, slightly lopsided. Occasionally he’d push them up but now.

He rips away from you, confusing you. Both of your lips are plump and red, panting. He grabs his glasses, throwing them on the couch.

“Kei be careful you can break them-” He cuts you off with his lips, his tongue finding its home in your mouth once again. You whine in his mouth and he grins.

“They were in the way.” He says against your lips, biting your bottom lip. A moan leaves you and his tongue swipes along the bite to try and soothe it.

“Just focus on this alright?” He says hushed.

His hand coming up behind your neck, pulling you into him as if you guys could get any closer.

[thebestsetter]

I love it when my husband has a bad day.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I want to see him sad because things didn't go as planned during practice or that teammate of his was more annoying then usual. I just like the way he acts when he comes home to me after a bad day.

Some people shout and get angry. Other people isolate themselves to calm down after those (unavoidable) bad days. But not the man I promissed to love in sickness and health.

When he comes home, he doesn't say anything. He takes off his jacket and shoes as quick as possible and just throws himself at me. He then proceeds to nuzzle his head in my neck, still not saying a word, and, after he found the "perfect" position (which I know he did, cause he sighs and smiles when he does find it), he grabs my hand and puts it in hair, as if it's a silent plea for me to tangle my fingers through his locks and massage his scalp.

We spend hours like this. Just me and him bathing in each other's presence, without anything or anyone else to intervee. Sometimes, he even falls asleep, and I want to gush about how comfortable he is around me and yap about how cute he is while sleeping (even if he drools all over the bed most of the times). And then I concentrate on him and him only: his softened breath, his heart pace starting to slow down and those inconscious sounds he lets out when I caress the right spot.

I love to whisper to him about my day while passing my hand underneath his shirt, noticing the tension leaving his body and feeling each muscle he worked oh so hard to build. One time, I even joked about giving him a massage. He didn't deny it, so I think he wants one. He just doesn't know how to ask (we really need to work on this kind of communication).

I love my husband. And I love the domesticity and good moments his bad days provide: just me and him, showing our love for each other without needing to say anything.

ITOSHI RIN, ITOSHI SAE, Barou Shoei, Shidou Ryusei (hear me out on this one), Oliver Aiku, Michael Kaiser, Nagi Seishiro, Kunigami Rensuke, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, Ushijima Wakatoshi, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, KOZUME KENMA, Tsukishima Kei, Akaashi Keiji

~ A/N: This is heavly inspired by a reddit post I saw!! Apparently, the og post user is @ThrowawayEngland2022 on reddit. Make sure to follow them!!

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[theoldkyokodied]

Really quick doodles of a few scenes from the stream yesterday. Including combat flirting taunting, gale’s magnificently distracting shoes and.. whatever you wanna call gale agreeing to give 15 gold to astarion 😐😑😐😑😐 (that’s me blinking)

[solvisun]

011925. cw | slightly suggestive (?) i hate him (affectionate)

if tsukishima kei learns the full extent of you losing your mind over the minuscule of things with everything he does,

babe, you’re done for.

if he learns that removing his glasses while kissing you makes your stomach do saumersaults, or when he fixes your clothes casually; smoothing down your skirt or adjusting your shirt, hand on your waist. or when he cups your face and squeezes both of your cheeks together, when it shows that he loves the physical touch in ways that feel crude if you say it aloud. in ways that no one else can speak about, makes you so mushy with him. to the point that it makes you sick, head throbbing.

if he learns that you find his jealousy kind of attractive, all cutting and ruthless, snappy. that you're totally not weak in the knees. if he learns that whenever he leans in whenever you speak is the cause of why you feel flustered, when he hums softly in question, tilting his head, or when he just hook you in his arms to get closer.

god. he will take absolute pleasure in pushing those buttons even more—actually, he’d press them with the precision of someone who knows exactly how far he can go to leave you reeling, all while pretending it’s no big deal.

and this is exactly what happens, as expected, but no less frustrated.

when he realizes how much removing his glasses during a kiss messes you up, he’d start doing it slow and methodical, taking his time to set them aside while giving you that piercing look, like he knows exactly what’s coming next. “what, nervous?” he’d ask, leaning in just a fraction, his tone laced with mockery, but his lips soft when they finally meet yours.

those casual touches? forget it. his hands—though he would ask first—roam your body and let them linger around your waist dangerously longer than necessary, you're not making it up now, you know you feel the slight squeezes his does on your skin, letting his fingers graze, just enough to send shivers down your spine.

when he holds your face in one hand, there’s something about how his thumb lingers near your jawline or how he leans in just a little too close. it’s playful, sure, but there’s a tenderness beneath it that leaves you spinning. because he knows. he knows all too well.

it's game over when he finally does this—one arm braced above your head, his whole figure towering over you, casting a shadow which makes him look ten times more insufferable. you cannot breathe.

his lips hover just shy of yours, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath. “do i really make you that nervous?”

"fuck off."

"really? that’s all you’ve got? how original.”

“kei, i swear to—” you start, but the words catch in your throat as his thumb brushes the curve of your jaw, the touch barely there but devastating all the same.

“what? gonna tell me to stop?” the glint in his eyes turns playful, pupils dilated, “you’re all talk, aren’t you?”

your hands twitch at your sides, torn between shoving him away and pulling him closer. “i hate you,” you hiss, but it lacks any real bite.

“sure you do,” he says, his tone dripping with mockery, and then—because of course he does—he closes the infinitesimal gap between you, his lips brushing against yours with infuriating slowness.

he kisses you chastely. it feels so wrong with how he already built so much tension. that this all just a stupid game he can easily control.

there’s a distinct edge of smugness to it, like he’s savoring every second of your undoing. when he pulls back just slightly, his forehead resting against yours, the smirk is still there, lingering at the corners of his mouth.

“still want me to fuck off?” he asks, though he already knows the answer to it.

you can only scoff and roughly smack your lips against his in a solid, and very straightforward reply. your heart pounding so loudly it drowns out everything else.

he relents to you just as easily, this is why he simply can't get enough of you.

my stupid writers block is not making me write properly for the hershey’s kisses mini series so i had to pull this stupid drabble outta my sick ass (coughing loudly as we speak)

[qardenofeden]

“kei, do you ever think about how strange it is that we've never fought?” you ask, limbs tangled with his as you cuddle on his bed.

it’s 10:03 PM and you’re doing your best to fight against the chilling, icy atmosphere of tsukishima’s room. for some reason, he likes to sleep like a vampire.

“do you want to?” he offers with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. tsukki doesn’t even open his eyes when he responds, too sleepy to entertain another one of your late night overthinking sessions.

“no,” you say calmly, “but we’ve been together for 7 months. we must either be like, the greatest couple of all time or the exact opposite.”

you feel his chest rise and deflate against your head as he lets an overly dramatic sigh.

you knew tsukishima kei wasn’t one for pda. hell, it was one of the things you loved about him. he knew how to make you feel loved without having to scream it to the world.

like that one time on one of your first dates, when you had accidentally fallen asleep on the soft grass of the park while waiting for his weekend practice to end. you woke up with a hand massaging your scalp.

“how long have you been waiting there?” you giggle, rising from your slumber as you rub your eyes awake. he pulls away, casually avoiding your gaze. “why didn’t you wake me?”

kei only shrugs, “you looked peaceful.”

or that other time you got sick for a week and couldn’t make it to school, so he immediately visited you as soon as you got better and brought his backpack with him.

“i got two copies of all the homeworks due next week, so you don’t have to ask the teachers for them.” he unpacks his notes and fishes out two pens from his bag before turning to you. “come, i’ll teach you everything you missed.”

your teachers praised you for how responsible you were, and told you how much they appreciated that you took the initiative to study.

yeah, you totally did that.

or like right now, and all the other nights you’ve spent at his place. because unbeknownst to you, tsukishima kei sets up his bedroom every single time you visit. he tidies up, cleaning even spots that you would never think to look at. but most importantly, and tsukishima knows this routine by heart, he turns the a/c to the highest setting so you’d be forced to cuddle against him underneath his sheets.

“the former,” is all replies with, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“but seriously though. how lucky are we to never have fought even after seven months.”

tsukki sighs again, before reluctantly revealing, “we don’t fight because i make it a point to always agree with you.”

you’re taken aback by his words, sitting up slightly as you look him in the eyes, though his are still closed as he tries to focus on sleeping.

“...huh?”

“idiot,” he teases. maybe he thinks calling you names will cover up for how unbelievably sweet he’s being right now, “why would i want to argue with you?” he shifts, trying to subtly move his face away so you don’t see him fully.

“but i can’t always have my way, you know. a relationship should be 50/50, right?”

“not ours.” he presses your head back against his chest, and you hear his heartbeat fasten a little. “you’re the boss.”

BONUS: “and you’ve never paid in your life anyway. you don’t believe in that 50/50 bullshit.” “hey!” “i don’t even know what your wallet looks like.”

@kokokoula this one’s for u <3

[attackurheart88]

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you really love me?”

“Yes.”

"Do you really really love me?”

They stop what they’re doing and turn to look at you. An audible sigh is heard.

“If I come over there and kiss you until your lips fall off will you shut up?”

[cosmic-evening]

TSUKISHIMA KEI is known for his resting bitch face.

it's enough to make the first-year girls cower in fear as he walks past them in the hallways.

when he's got his headphones on, head bowed, with a threatening aura around him, people know not to even talk to him. and no matter how many times tadashi tells him to not scare off the first-year, kei insists that he doesn't do it on purpose. (he does.)

but you? you prided yourself in knowing you would never be on the receiving end of those stares.

you prided yourself in being the only person who was able to tell when he dropped this façade; when his gaze subtly shifts when he looks at you. the way the furrow in his eyebrows smooth out faintly, the way he stands a little straighter, the way his lips turn up at the corners a little.

you prided yourself in knowing, in the privacy of kei's room, what it looks like when he truly smiles. a smile where there's no mockery in his eyes, where the slight upturned corners of his mouth stretch to reveal an expression of mirth.

and to be honest?

you had no idea what they were talking about when they said that tsukishima kei had a resting bitch face.

hq m.list | gen m.list

[semiloml]

cw: size kink, belly bulge, unprotected sex, rough sex, lmk if i missed something

You knew Tsukishima was big.

It wasn’t just his height—it was the way he carried it, the way his broad shoulders framed your body when he pressed himself over you, the way his long fingers wrapped effortlessly around your wrists, pinning them above your head with zero effort.

But knowing he was big? That was different from feeling it.

And right now, you felt every inch of him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice strained as he bottomed out, his forehead pressing against yours. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You could barely respond, nails digging into his forearms, body stretched around him in a way that had you shaking. Tsukishima always made you work for it—made you take it, slow and steady, until your body adjusted to the sheer size of him.

But tonight?

Tonight, he was impatient.

“Look at you,” he breathed, one hand sliding down to press against your lower stomach. You gasped at the sensation, the pressure making you feel even fuller, like you couldn’t take any more of him, like he was already too deep.

But that only made him smirk.

“Feel that?” he murmured, pressing down just enough to make your breath hitch. “That’s me, baby. All the way inside.”

Your whimper made his cock twitch inside you, and fuck, he felt it.

“God, you’re taking me so well,” he groaned, leaning down, his lips ghosting over your jaw as his hips rolled forward, slow and intentional. “Knew you could handle it. Knew you could take all of me.”

The stretch was overwhelming, every movement sending shivers up your spine, but the feeling of his hand on your stomach? Feeling just how deep he was? It made you dizzy.

“You like that, huh?” His voice was smug, his breath hot against your ear. “Bet none of those other guys ever fucked you like this.”

You clenched around him, and his smirk dropped, replaced by something hungry.

“Oh?” His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled back—just enough to leave you feeling empty—before snapping his hips forward again, hard. “That get you going, baby? Knowing you can see how deep I am?”

Your only answer was a breathless moan, your back arching, body begging for more.

And Tsukishima?

He gave it to you.

A/N: my goat fr🔥ANYWAY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

[keiscorner]

2:53 am

"kei." no response. you know tsukishima has to get up early for work, but the window across from your bed is open, allowing the night breeze to creep in and sting your face. you could get up yourself, but that's what husbands are for, right?

you twist around, trying to wiggle out of your husband's grasp so you can take a better look at his sleeping face. he has an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, the other supporting your neck to, in his words, 'protect his ears from your constant complaints about your sore neck in the morning'.

"honey?" you poke his cheek, smiling to yourself when he grunts in response. tsukishima has always been a light sleeper. you lay in silence for a few seconds before he finally lets out a sigh, opening his eyes to look at you.

"what do you want?"

you muster up your biggest doe eyes, knowing that he hates getting out of bed just as much as you do. "close the window for me?"

"no. you do it."

you sigh dramatically, gesturing at his arms wrapped firmly around you. "i would love to, but someone is holding me hostage, so i think you're going to have to do it."

tsukishima rolls his eyes, untangling his arms from your body. "problem solved." he holds back a smile when you frown and pull the blankets away from him, turning your back towards him. you're so cute. tsukishima would do anything you ask of him without hesitation, but he can't help but tease you a bit first. he'll never get tired of your reactions, and he loves that he can be a little snarky with you.

you sigh again, this time louder and more pointed, pretending to shiver just to show your husband how cold you really are, and how cruel he is for not helping. "if only someone could hold me right now...", you trailed off.

"ok, do you want me to help you or not?" he finally gives in, getting up to reach for his glasses. you win, as usual. you turn back to face him again with a smile as bright as sunshine, and despite all of the years you've been together, his heart still stops for a second. wow. okay, maybe he is obsessed with you, but he can't help it. you've clearly worked your magic on him, considering the fact that he's getting out of the bed for you when he has to be awake in a few hours. he goes to close the windows with a firm click, walking back to his side of bed.

"kei...since you're already up...", he looks back to see your guilty smile, an empty mug in your hands. "please? last thing, i swear." he give you a look that reads, "you're lucky i love you." (you know you're the luckiest person in the world.)

he takes your mug and you hear his quiet footsteps making their way to the kitchen. he comes back, handing you a mug full of warm water. once you take a sip, he takes the mug from you again, placing it on your nightstand.

"i poisoned that," he quips, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before finally lying down and snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. the only reason he hates getting out of bed is that he has to let go of you, but he doesn't need to say that. he's sure you already know.

[aerifim]

your boyfriend isn’t necessarily the type to say the words “i love you” up front to your face or even say that he is in love with you around his friends, and although that seems like a red flag to most—you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

it may seem as though that your boyfriend doesn’t love you simply because of his laid back presence majority of the time in school. a lot of your classmates assume that he isn’t a good boyfriend, and often tells you that someone like him doesn’t deserve someone like you. 

“your personalities clash too much!” your classmates would often say. and, while it was true that your personalities were the complete opposite—you wouldn’t say it clashed in the way they thought it did. your personalities actually fit perfectly together, as if they were the two missing pieces in a puzzle. 

and it’s not like your boyfriend is a complete tsundere, either. you believe that he is the sweetest person you’ve ever met in this lifetime, and just because he refuses to show much of his sweet side publicly shouldn’t mean anything. 

your classmates don’t have to know what happens after school-when you leave your last block of the day and go to the school gym to simply watch him practice, waiting for him to finish so the two of you could walk home together. 

your peers don’t have to know that everytime you enter the gym—whether you enter quietly or one of his teammates points your presence out—he starts to get flustered and his whole “tough” demeanour changes.

you often hear his friends teasing him for how whipped he was for you, and while he was in denial, everyone in the room knew that he really was in love. you knew that he was no matter what he said—you saw it in the way his gaze would soften, the way he would stop whatever he was doing just to chat with you, the way he would be so gentle with you compared to the way he would hit the volleyball with such strength and power. 

your boyfriend’s love spoke more through his actions, and it contrasts from his constant teasing remarks. he would offer you his jacket on chilly days without a word or a hint of hesitation, always made sure you had a seat right next to him on the bus, and never failing to remember your favorite snacks or daily cravings. he remembered the biggest and smallest details about you. 

so, at the end of the day, you don’t need to hear a constant “i love you” from him—because you know he loves you through his observant gestures. afterall, actions speak louder than words.

♡  akaashi keiji, tsukishima kei, rintarō suna, kageyama tobio, hajime iwaizumi, miya osamu + your favs 

[kokokoula]

a/n: i was inspired by @blockedbykei's fic over here because tsukki's hands TT. thank you so much for posting it <3

--

you're absolutely in love with tsukishima's hands. when you hold hands, you sometimes get reminded of how massive they are compared to yours. interlacing your fingers with his, yours reaches just past his knuckles.

you're curling into him in his bed as he reads a book in one hand, while you're fiddling with the other. his fingers are long and slender, and you don't know how else to describe it but "a work of art". they are the exact ones that wrap around your wrist as he pulls you along with him through a crowd, the ones that you bandage together when he needs help, and the ones that weave through your hair during makeout sessions. of course, you can't resist the urge to press your lips against the tips of them, each and every one. although his hands are callous from his intense volleyball training, they still retain some sort of softness, some sort of comfort to them.

just as you placed the last kiss on his pinky, kei pulls away to flick your forehead, something he has a habit of doing, but he always rubs the spot with his thumb at the end.

"don't you have anything better to do?" he gives a snarky response without leaving his eyes off of the book, but his hand comes back to rest on your lap. and if you look up at him, you'd notice him smiling.

"actually, now that you mentioned it, i do have homework due." you tease, making a show of removing his hand from you and standing up from the bed. he finally turns to you, rolling his eyes and letting out a sigh in exasperation. you stumble back into the bed as he pulls you by the arm and traps you with his legs. you laugh.

"you're so annoying." this time the book is now forgotten and lays open on the bed. he has his arms wrapped around you from behind, nestling his face on your shoulder. he takes your hands in his assertive yet reassuring ones, holding onto them tightly.

sure, you love his hands, but you love him much more.

[alpali]

You didn’t necessarily know what your relationship with Kei was.

If it was up to labels probably friends with benefits or a situationship.

You never really knew.

Neither of you have ever brought it up. But your reasoning was solely because you liked him and you were convinced he was only in this for the sex.

A drunken night was what spurred this up and after that the you both couldn’t stay away. A booty call away, a late night text message.

You were half expecting him to come tonight but you weren’t up for doing anything. You were tired. Physically and mentally.

In a cower of your own thoughts, you confessing like a normal human being didn’t please as an option for you. So you thought pushing him away was better. You knew things would end like this. In one person getting hurt. And since you assumed he wouldn’t have feelings for you, you’d rather be the first to leave.

As you lay in your bed, the moonlight makes its way through your curtains. The chill of the night caressing your face. You felt yourself slipping away.

Yet your door opens and you already know who it is. His tall figure casts a shadow in your room. The moonlight hitting his face so perfectly he looks heavenly. He slides in behind you, pulling your back flush against his chest. His big hand gliding across your tummy.

“M not in the mood Kei.” You whisper.

Your heart is beating rather fast and you’re sure that he could feel it. His movements freeze for a moment but he continues.

“That’s ok.” He whispers against the rim of your ear.

You shudder, your body not knowing whether to warm up or tense. You’re a little shocked that he stays, full heartedly expecting him to leave. You cast a glance behind you and he opens an eye.

“What?” He grumbles, closing his eye once again.

“You’re not gonna leave?” Which you agree sounds terrible but you didn’t mean any harm.

“Jeez, do you want me to?” He perks up and you shake your head.

“No. Sorry. I just thought you’d want to.”

His brows furrow.

“Why’s that?”

“Well, I don’t know I figured you’d just wanna have sex.”

Now he’s definitely confused and even offended.

“Is it really that weird for me to just stay over?”

You purse your lips, embarrassment getting to you.

“A little yes. You’re always gone by the morning.” You mumble.

“Because I have practice.” He says softly.

You sigh, your malicious thoughts getting to you. You both fall silent. Both of you to far in your head.

“Did you really think I just came to fuck?”

You gulp.

“Yea.”

Your voice is soft. Kei probably wouldn’t have heard you if he wasn’t next to you. But he does and that confirmation hurts him.

“Why?”

You’re growing a little frustrated or maybe it’s the embarrassment getting to you.

“I-I don’t know. We never talked about what we were so I just assumed you didn’t want anything serious.” You sigh.

“I do want something serious with you. But yea, we never really brought it up.” He blinks.

“Ugh you’re being confusing! How can you say all of this with a straight face.” You pout.

He sits up, looking down at you. He motions you to get up as well and he pulls you on his lap. Your cheeks are redder than ever, your eyes scanning everywhere except him.

“Look at me.” He says softly, cupping your cheek.

You meet his golden eyes, his glasses set on your table so you’re able to really look at him. Your arms wrap around his neck, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“I like you, I’ve always have.” He whispers, a faint smile on his lips.

But you’re finally able to see it. The softness and adoration in his eyes.

All of it.

Just for you.

He kisses the corner of your mouth, letting his lips linger. He pulls away just enough that your noses graze eachother.

“I’ll take you out tomorrow after our classes. If my words aren’t enough.” He mumbles.

“It is enough Kei but I’m not opposed to you taking me out.” You smile so big and he looks relieved.

“There you are.” He laughs, meeting your lips in a sweet kiss.

[vividly-vermillion]

✴︎ WATCH YOUR HONEY DRIP, CAN'T KEEP AWAY

જ⁀➴ You confessed to your boyfriend that you never were able to squirt before, curious to how it would feel. Of course Tsukki is the right one to help you with those long and slender fingers as they hit your sweet spot with every curl.

ﾉ including: Tsukishima

ﾉ cw: fem!reader, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, slight degradation, pet names, Tsukki being a little shit

ﾉ wordcount: 1.0k

ﾉ info: Let me know what you thought in the comments & reblogs please | requests are open!

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED

It was almost embarrassing to talk with your boyfriend about something your friends have been obsessed with lately, not even daring to admit to them that you've tried it before but it just wouldn't happen. Of course, dear Tsukki enjoyed watching you squirm and suffer in front of him, trying to let him know what exactly you wanted.

“So… You want me to help you take a piss?” He asked amused, causing you to burn up with the way he put it, a long sigh escaping your lips

“It's not like…peeing you Idiot…but yes,” you stammered as your eyes drifted down to your lap out of embarrassment.

All you could hear was a soft snicker that came from the blonde, followed by rustling of the sheets as he moved around. When you dared to look up again he sat against the headboard, legs slightly spread and mischief written across his face

“Are you gonna sit there forever or will you let me play with you?” He asked in a teasing way, patting the empty space in front of him.

You looked at him with wide eyes, not expecting him to be so willing to do it right away but you simply nodded before crawling over to him.

Once you were nestled between his thighs your lips crashed into his in a passionate kiss while your hands were busy taking your shorts off.

“Everything ” he hummed as he tugged on the hem of your shirt, wanting to have you completely bare against him.

When you finally settled between his legs, your back resting against his chest, he hooked your legs over his own to keep them spread wide, a small “tsk” escaping his lips when you tried closing them at first. His soft lips came to nibble at your neck, slender fingers snaking towards your chest to knead your boobs.

Soft mewls escaped your lips when he rolled your hardened buds between his fingers and it made him chuckle.

“You're so needy. Pathetic” he teased, pressing his hardened length against your back to let you know that he's just as needy but his goal was clear, to get you to make a mess all over his hand and bed.

You were so lost in the pleasure his hands provided to your nipples that you barely noticed how one of his hands slid further down between your legs. A small slap to your glistening cunt pulled you back to reality with a yelp

“Mhh… better pay attention,” he mused and let a finger slide between your slick folds.

As he slowly circled your clit, you let your head fall back onto his shoulder, fully relaxing into him to allow the pleasure to take over your body. With skilled fingers he quickly built up this all to familiar heat in your lower abdomen.

Tsukishima chuckled deeply when he took his hand away right before the knot was ready to burst, to leave you as a whining mess. The cruel treatment made you want to whine and close your legs to create at least some sort of friction, but closing your legs was impossible with the way his own held yours open. “Patience, my sweet,” he whispered, soft lips connecting to your neck once again as his fingers came up to your mouth.

“Open up,” he ordered and you knew better than to deny him so you allowed him to push his fingers into your awaiting mouth, cleaning up his long fingers as you sucked gently on them before swirling your tongue around them.

With a pop he released them from your mouth and bit down on a sensitive spot on your neck before speaking again

“Such a good girl for me. Enjoying to taste yourself, hm?” That cocky bastard, you thought to yourself, but your mind quickly went blank the second you felt the tip of his finger circle your dripping core, eagerly awaiting him.

The way his fingers curled upwards against the spongy spot inside of you had you seeing stars, the squelching sound almost drowned out your soft moans and whimpers.

Right before you had the chance to get your sweet release he did it again - removing his fingers to leave you clenching around nothing, chasing an orgasm that wouldn't come.

“Tsukki please… Need to cum,” You whined desperate, hating it when he edged you, but he turned your head slightly to the side to kiss your temple.

“You're too impatient, you little brat. You wanted to make a mess, right?” He questioned as if he knew exactly what he was doing, smirking when he saw you nod.

“Then take it like a big girl,” he hummed before pushing his fingers back inside of you to work you up a few more times.

When you suddenly started to stiffen up he hummed softly into your ear, knowing exactly that you feel the pressure of what's about to follow

“Don’t think so much, just let your body take control.” His voice gently reassured you when he brought his free hand up to play some more with your nipples, while his fingers harshly massaged your sweet spot.

As if his words were all you needed, you came with a silent scream, clear liquid squirting out of your cunt and wetting the sheets as your eyes rolled back in your head. The sensation was unlike anything you’ve felt before. Tsukishima's fingers kept rubbing your clit in fast circles to make this orgasm last even longer. However, the second you calmed down, he plunged his fingers back inside once again.

“Look at the mess you made, you naughty girl. Wet the whole bed,” he groaned and his pants felt painfully tight against him now, but he wanted you to do it again - needed you to.

You were whining his name so sinfully when your head rolled off his shoulder to watch his fingers disappear into your needy cunt as another orgasm hit you. Another wave of clear liquid sprayed out of you as Tsukki moaned in your ear from how tight you were squeezing his fingers.

Once you caught your breath, he rubbed slow, lazy circles on your bundle of nerves to help you ride the high out and chuckled softly at how you squirmed around from the overstimulation.

“You better not tap out now baby. Gonna do it again around my dick, yeah?” His words resembled an order, more than a question and all you could do was nod, addicted to this new found pleasure.

[seumyo]

TSUKISHIMA KEI ✰ RATING THE PET NAMES YOU CALL HIM: A THREAD

NOTE. Requested by @paranoid-borderline-insane! I’m so sorry if it’s a little ooc; let’s have soft!kei just this once, hehe.

SEUMYO © 2024, PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

[yolkochan]

if I had a nickel for every time I liked a guy from a sports anime voiced by Uchiyama Kōki who had older brother issues, I’d have two nickels.

Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.

better(or worser) yet, SAE HAS THE SAME GODDAMN VOICE ACTOR AS AKITERU (tsukki’s brother) 😭💀 - bllk casting director def knew what they were doing

[yenqa]

20191009 I LIKE HER | timeskip!tsukkishima as your boyfriend

♫ – currently playing… mac demarco

warnings – tsukishima is kind of mean, periods, food, mentions of drinking, throwing up/vomiting, jokes of being stabbed in the stomach, profanities

pairing – tsukishima x fem!reader ���

a/n – hi guys… hope u enjoy !!

yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.