#to the point that im pretty sure im teetering on the edge of full blown agoraphobia

[administer-distractions]

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[wonnoy]

early mornings and heavy hangovers

okay i decided to do the lil nsfw on tsukishima and take my time doing it - im just a tad bit held back by school deadlines rn

i also don’t drink at all so drunky time may not be as accurate as it could be lol

___ warnings: nsfw, drinking (not like bad drinking), head (receiving)

kei and you are close friends after you guys graduated from highschool and after (whether it seem weird or not) had daily night gatherings with yamaguchi, kageyama and hinata where you guys all crash at a certain person’s home. 

Everyone was boisterously yelling at the top of their lungs in your tiny home, each one desperate to be a heard a cut louder than the rest. You were obviously among them, clanging your beer in your hand on your poor wooden coffee table. 

It was the first of July, and at every first of every month, a couple of your closest highschool friends would converge together. It was your time to house the rambunctious group of people. You didn’t even worry about noise complaints that were sure to come in the next morning. 

“OKAY, but LISTEN to mi,” Hinata stood up on Yamaguchi’s back, teetering and swaying all over the place. His words were heavily slurred and dragged out as he waved a beer can around. 

As he was about to open his mouth again, Kageyama threw an empty bag of chips balled up at him, “shut up BOKE!” he yelled. Kageyama was an angry drunk, very assertive. 

Yamaguchi was, well... You glanced over at him giggling like mad on the floor after Hinata fell off him. That’s most likely self-explanatory. Hinata was energetic as hell and an incredible lightweight just like Kageyama. Yamaguchi was surprisingly a heavy drinker just like Tsukishima. 

You chugged down the last of your beer and glanced over at him. He always looked so serious, even with his face flushed red and being very clearly drunk. He was a quiet drunk - he never spoke much while he drank but would occasionally mutter a sassy comment about someone else in the group. 

You slouched over to Yamaguchi and heavily propped yourself up against his side. You were a touchy drunk. You took a swig from your can and felt the heavy liquid swish down through your body lighting nerves into another frenzy. You were a sickly warm but that’s what came with you being drunk.

“Yama boy,” you threw the arm holding the can outwards as if spilling a great story, “do you eat... butta?” you tried to say bread. Yamaguchi threw himself into another fit of giggles as he laughed at you. Disturbed you slinked over to Tsukishima. 

You threw your body down into his lap and looked up at him. 

“And what do you eat kind sire,” your free hand slapped his cheek. He flinched from the contact and it looked like he wanted to kill you. You could just see the glint of his glasses as he looked away from yourself and hiding his eyes. 

“I eat way more than just butter,” he grumbled and drank more from his cup. You smile and then lifted just your head off of his lap to peer at both Kageyama and Hinata. Hinata was furiously trying to turn himself into a stool, repeatedly shouting that he was a frog wizard. Kageyama had grown quiet as he passed out on your coffee table. For some odd reason his pants were missing. Yamaguchi looked around the room and went into another hysteria. The drink he had in his hand went flying and it flew smack dab on your stomach drenching you. 

“Yama-” you started but were interrupted by Tsukishima calmly reaching over and smacking him right on the head and knocking him clean out. Holy shit. Watching him do that sobered you up slightly and you gave him a smack on the back of his head as well. Why the hell did he hit him so hard, the asshole.

“You killed him,” you began to scramble your way out of his lap to see if Yamaguchi still had a damn pulse. But Tsukishima wasn’t just about to let you out of his lap, well at least not without a fight. Your wiggled around, a tango of hands grasping at things as you both fought one another. At one point you were so close to getting out of his lap - crawling your way over to Yamaguchi. 

One hand was outstretched to his neck but Tsukishima grabbed you by your hips and landed you right back onto him. You landed hard, bum first, right into his lap and you could hear a loud grunt of air come from the man behind you. Your hand had always managed to smack him on the side of the head with the momentum of you flying backwards into him. 

Your back was slightly flattened into his chest, his hands still caressing your hips as you sat in between his legs. The knuckles on your left hand were gently kissing his face as you moved to get it off his face. But he nuzzled into it, letting out a puff of air onto the back of your hand. It was warm and made your skin slightly moist. 

You kept your hand there and looked over to where Kageyama and Hinata were. They were both passed out - Hinata was now wearing one of your boots on his head while Kageyama was still missing his pants and hunched over the table. 

You glanced back over to Yamaguchi, Tsukishima had to have hit him pretty hard as he still hasn’t moved. One of your fingers was enveloped by Tsukishima’s mouth and you almost made an audible noise. He was suckling on your pointer finger, swirling his tongue over it and occasionally nipping at it with his teeth. A foreign and strangely arousing feeling. 

You moved your butt around on his lap and his mouth froze. You pulled your finger his mouth, the tip of it now resting against his lips. His fingers were pushing hard into your skin as you both sat there in a tension filled silence. You mouth around once more and you could hear his breathing become a little ragged. Something was growing against the curve of your ass, slightly prodding at your panty covered heat. You trailed your other hand, the one that wasn’t on his face, to the front of his body and moving down to the nether region. He pressed his chest harder into your back with each inch your hand traveled down his body before they rested at the hem of the pants he wore today. 

Your fingers easily found their way in, nudging their way down to a now massive bulge resting against your palm. You could tell it was straining in his pants, the stretch of the underwear was evident underneath the pads of your fingers. His hands were grabbing lightly at the sides of your body, still only on top of the protection of your clothes. But you could feel the heat emanating from his palms through it, lighting your body on fire. 

You applied pressure on his bulge and his fingers clamped down on you. The force that he was putting on your hips may or may not leave bruises along your skin. 

“Tsukishima,” his name came out as breathless gasp on your lips. He responded by slightly rubbing his chest into your back and lowering his mouth to your ear. 

Was this a dream? Was he holding the girl of whom he wanted to hold for the past six years in his arms right now? And more importantly, was her hand really caressing his cock right now? He was nervous, his brain was swimming with alcohol and unknown boldness. As well as the lust that was pooling around the two of them. The other 4 had already passed out and now, he looked at your side profile from your neck, it was just him and the gorgeous woman sitting with him. He smiled a little to himself before burying his face deep into the crook of your neck. 

The faint but rapid pulse he could feel against his nose let him know you were just as nervous he was. You moved your neck to give him more access to the skin there and he tentatively placed a kiss there. He was happy and he moved his hands from your hips to wrap around your torso. You were completely squished into his body, with little breaths escaping your mouth. 

He was fondling the sides of your body and kissing your neck with fever now. However, he looked back up at the room, they still had an audience. Even if they were passed out. 

You moved your body so now you laid across his lap and he lifted you bridal style in his arms. The rustling of clothes and clinking of cans sounded through the room as he lazily moved you to another part of your home. Your bedroom. 

The entire way there, he could feel your lips nipping at the skin on his neck, a sensitive area for him. It only made more blood rush to his dick as he carried you. When you guys made it to you bedroom he laid on the edge of the bed, leaving your legs to dangle. He got on his knees and adjusted his glasses. He looked up at you from between your legs, you were propped up on your elbows watching his every move. What he was going to do to you and just how was he going to do it. 

“Y/N,” he started to tug down on the loose pants you were wearing. 

“Yes?” you kicked off the pants and let him begin to take your panties off too. 

“Remember when you asked what I eat?” he had your panties off now and in front of him through the dim light, he could see the outline of your heat. He licked his lips, he was going to enjoy this. 

“Uhuh, I do,” you wiggled a little bit as he lift your legs above his shoulder, his face right in front of your most private area. Embarrassment was flushing through your body but lust was proving to conquer that feeling. 

“Well,” he leaned his face closer to you, “I’m about to show you,” and gave you a full blown lick. Down and then up, letting his tongue lay flat against you. You tasted absolutely divine, just one taste and he was already feeling euphoric. He couldn’t stop the groan or the eager pull at your body to push his face further into you. The room was filled with the sound of Tsukishima slurping up the slick you produced. 

He moaned into you, sending vibrations that shook you to your very core. He could tell you loved it just from the way your body reacted to it and shaking undeniably from the pleasure he was giving you. 

Tsukishima never really like going down on someone. But for you? One hand looped around your leg just so he could fondle you. He would make an easy decision to make an exception. You tasted great on his tongue. Normally when the girls pulled his hair taught in his fingers, he would get mildly annoyed and force their hands off him. 

But you messaged his head and were gentle but firm when pulling on his hair. 

He hated it when other girls would squeeze his head between their thighs, being over the top and dramatic whenever they came. But you? Your thighs barely tickled his head with their presence, they were plump cushions that didn’t dare to burst his head. 

He hated it when they made a mess on his face because they never satisfied him. He didn’t bother to try and drink up all the slick their vaginas’ provided. But you? He believed he could survive on this alone for days. You tasted salty, but just barely. The taste was addicting, he brought you closer to his face by gripping onto the sides of your hips. 

Your skin was soft under his hands and he massaged it as he continued to eat you out. Just barely could he see your hands gripping the sheets with extreme vigor as if trying to anchor yourself to the real world. Your breaths and shallow moaning was echoing around in his ears. 

You weren’t the only one experiencing a good amount of pleasure from this as Tsukishima was feeling as excited as you were. How could he not? 

When the time of you coming came, a silent shriek left your mouth as it tried to vocalize your orgasm. Tsukishima was all there for it, letting you soak his chin and make him choke a little as he drank every bit of your orgasm up. It was delicious, the desert of a full course meal. He rode your orgasm out on his tongue feeling the muscles just quiver around his tongue as he tentatively kitten licked you. 

He pulled away when he was certain that you were done and looked at your artistic form. 

Your arms were spread out, mimicking the wings of a bird. Maybe even a tiny crow and he smiled thinking about you guys’ times at Karasuno. Your hair was splayed and frizzed out on the crumpled sheets underneath on your panting body. 

You, with great effort, raised a hand to touch the hem of his pants but he pushed it away. Instead he opted to leave one more kiss on your open vagina before pulling your pants back up. He then went onto your body, crushing you a little with his weight before he pulled your body into his chest. 

He much more opted to do this instead. 

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You woke up the next morning to the sound of a camera shuttering and a flash going off. 

“The hell?” you groaned and tried to sit up but there was a heavy weight on your upper body holding you down. It was Tsukishima’s arms and your face flamed very quickly, remembering the not-so-hazy moments of last night. You brought your hands to cuddle his arm further into you. 

And there it was again, the sound of camera shuttering. You looked over his arm to see Yamaguchi standing there with Hinata hiding behind his back. He was taking pictures of the two of you together on your phone and Tsukishima’s. 

Oh god.

You sent a glare and made a shooing motion with your hand as to not wake the sleeping beast that was currently nuzzling the crook of your neck. 

(Later when you got your phone back, you put the picture as the background of your phone lock screen).

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i tried soooo hard to finally do this but i was having such a block sooooo

i have no regrets writing this causeeeeee i like it and thats what matters but it would be nice if you gusy liked it too...