#tsukishima kei x Y/N

[karasuno-planet]

All's fair—Academic Rivals | Tsukishima Kei

Tsukishima x Reader (she/her pronouns used)

wc: 1.1k

genre: kinda angsty but nothing crazy! sfw

warnings: feelings of inferiority, jealousy, slight cursing, calculus 💀

a/n: finally the long awaited academic rivals fic!! sorry I've been MIA for a couple days, I was traveling <3 everyone say thank you to @23starii , @alexaslibrary13 , @nym-blogs , and @h0neymustardwh0re for asking and encouraging me to write this one :)

(gif not mine)

Even after a long losing streak on the boy's volleyball team, Tsukishima always had one thing he believed he could never feel defeated in: his academics. School was just naturally easy to him, but that's not to say he doesn't work hard. It was his innate intelligence coupled with his work ethic that made him an absolute force in the classroom.

So when the calculus tests were being handed back, there wasn't a worry in his mind. The teacher set it on his desk face down.

Tsk, how dramatic, he thought, flipping it over.

In big red pen, he saw 98% written in bold on the top of the paper. Scoring a 98 was certainly above average, but not above Tsukki's average.

Before he could say a word the teacher was projecting at the front of the class, "Sorry, but there's no curve on this one. Somebody managed a perfect score, so it was achievable."

What?

The class murmured, upset with pretty mediocre grades for such a prestigious class. Discontent spouted from all directions. Well, besides directly from Tsukki's left hand side, where you sat. It was silent as a mouse. Awfully suspicious.

He stole a quick side glance at you to see exactly what he feared, a big, bold, 100% at the top of your test.

No matter how hard he tried for the rest of the day, he just couldn't shake that jealousy from his mind— the constant image of your perfect test seemingly ingrained to the back of his eyelids. He was so used to setting the curve in that class, how could he have overlooked competition this whole time?

☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾

Later that day at practice, he tried channeling his emotions into his gameplay, with mild success. He was definitely playing with the kind of ambition he often lacked after long days of school.

When the team stopped for a water break, Nishinoya was quick to chime in, "Hey Tsukki, what's got you so worked up??"

The annoying presence of his pesky teammate irritated Tsukishima, "I doubt you'd even be able to understand it, dumbass."

Noya's face dropped at the outburst, "Sure Tsukki. Just let me know when you've pulled the stick out of your butt!!"

☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾

Days went by, then weeks, and Tsukishima's hunger to match your academic achievement only grew. He became exceedingly obvious about it.

Every time you raised your hand, suddenly he did.

At the end of every test, when you stood up to turn it in, so did he. And his legs were long enough to beat you to handing it in every time.

When the tests were returned, you started to turn and catch his eye as he stared intensely trying to get a peak at your grade. Eventually you just made an effort to show him. After all, you weren't insecure about your grades. They were phenomenal and you both knew it.

The real surprises began when you both started to talk to each other. Suddenly the rivalry was put into words. It started out friendly, asking about when due dates were and simple things like that, but eventually you started to full-on taunt each other. Everything became a competition, and you weren't about to lose.

Even friendship had become a competition, you could feel Tsukishima's glare burning a hole in you when you turned around and asked Yamaguchi for a pencil one time. Not to mention when he had caught you talking to him before class. If only he had known what kind of information Yamaguchi let slip about him.

The final straw was when the teacher called for a group project, and you immediately turned around and looked at Yamaguchi. That was too far. Tsukishima immediately snapped, "Y/n, what do you think you're doing?"

"What's the big deal?"

Tsukki met your resistance with fierce eye contact, "You're working with me."

"huh?"

Yamaguchi's face was just as shocked as yours for a second, but he quickly shook it off and asked a boy who sat near him to work with him.

You pulled up a chair to Tsukki's desk and got to work on the packet of problems you were assigned to complete during the next two classes. You remained mostly in silence, dividing the work equally, but occasionally you shared glances and raised your eyebrows as a way to taunt each other.

As you started to run out of room on your paper and move far to the right side with your writing, your hand bumped Tsukki's. You could feel your heart drop and he quickly recoiled and pulled his hand away.

When you finished your allotment of problems for the day and set your pencil down, Tsukishima quickly grabbed your paper and starting checking over your work as you followed suit, looking over his.

He sighed, setting your paper down, free off mistakes. "Wow, you aren't quite as hopeless as I thought."

"Same to you..." you returned his completed problems, "If only you were as good at volleyball as you are at calculus."

"Like you would know," he returned your banter with a fervor, a quality you caught yourself enjoying a little.

"You'd think with four eyes you'd be a little more observant..."

"What?" He grasped to understand your insinuation.

"Look harder in the student section next time."

He sat in silence, floored, now knowing you had been watching him play. Is this what he had caught you and Yamaguchi discussing before? He felt like a fool, not being able to feel your malicious gaze on the court—not even considering that you might've been there.

Little did he know, it wasn't quite malice in your heart as you watched him play.

☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾

He left without saying a word when the bell rung, and flocked straight to Yamaguchi to walk with him to practice.

They made sure to walk out of the vicinity of the classroom before Yamaguchi broke the silence, "Tsukki?"

"Yes?"

"I'm not upset that you didn't partner with me, but uh... why her? I thought you kinda hated her."

"Oh, uh... I don't know. I didn't want her to work with you."

Yamaguchi looked Tsukki in the eyes, his curiosity peaking, "Do you have a crush on her?"

Tsukishima was completely taken aback, "A crush??" He hesitated, "Yamaguchi, don't say stuff like that."

[masterlist]

[guitarstringed-scars]

a real stand up guy

open mic night at the hot spot is the place to be. every friday night, the mic is on. there are regulars, such as a small group of musicians, including kei tsukishima on guitar. there are wannabe comedians, such as y/n l/n. and theres definitely complaints on hogging the mic.

kei tsukishima x f!reader

warnings/notes: probably ooc, language, drinking, reader is trying to be a standup comedian but i might not be very funny as a writer so you have to forgive me, tsukishimas in a band, oops, i hate hate hate him but i need to write for him so sorry, just me having fun, might not ever finish.

taglist: open!

prologue

[lunexrin]

KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE !

"Why the hell would you do that?!" "Did you think I wanted to?! Your germs... Ew.”

Blurb: A few glimpses of certain episodes if you and Tsukishima Kei were in a shoujo anime!

Genre/Tropes: academic rivals, slice of life, shoujo, romance, slow burn (?).

Reader: fem. (you will be addressed as 'Seiu' which is your supposed last name because i hate putting 'y/n' in my writings. it feels like a turn-off, for me.)

WC: 4.7k.

A/N: oh my god it has been so long?? this idea came from back in SEPTEMBER, on his birthday. and yes it took that long to finish *insert crying emoji*. this is my longest work so far (7 jan 24). but i don’t really like it? i think it’s tedious. i apologize for any grammar mistakes, and would love any feedbacks or critics *insert crying emoji again*.

“Aw, look at you,” He cooed, and you're actually contemplating on smashing your head straight into the glass window of your class rather than hearing his taunts to degrade your scores on this stupid, science quiz.

His pale, slender fingers came into your harsh gaze, watching him tap the wood of your desk in an unknown yet familiar rhythm, gazing down at you. “Why the sour face? You got a ninety-nine, your scores are higher than most in this class— ah!” He snapped his fingers like something suddenly clicked in his mind that he definitely hadn’t thought of before and that he definitely wasn’t using it to brag about it. “But I don’t think you’re the highest, though..”

Darn him for getting the highest. Darn him for getting a hundred.

You could just see him grinning like the fucking Cheshire cat even though your eyes are still glued on your scores.

Ninety-nine. And a little ‘good job’ note the science teacher wrote on the side, with a little smiley face next to it.

Now, why the hell did that smiley face seem like it's mocking you?

“Hey,” he crouched down, resting his forearms on the edge of your desk, and looked into your eyes, his smirk growing bigger. You looked back at him, and your eyes narrowed. “Thought you were crying for a sec.”

You felt offended and immediately went defensive. “I was not!” You exclaimed, accidentally slamming your arms on the desk louder than intended, resulting in dozens of heads turning, and a disapproving look of your teacher from the front of the class.

“Good. You were too quiet, made me uncomfortable.” 

You opened your mouth to continue the argument, but before you could say anything, the teacher spoke. “Seiu! Tsukishima!” You both turned towards the teacher, and she gauged her eyes at you both. You knew what she meant, and so you slumped back in your chair defeatedly, while the blonde returned to his seat— that was unfortunately next to you— triumphantly.

“Remember the deal.” He whispered from his seat, scoffing while he took out his notebook and pens. 

You sighed and clenched your jaw. “Fine. I’ll get you the darn strawberry shortcake after school.”

“I was afraid that you’d run off,” He was leaning against the wall, close to the gates of your school. “You can be a little cranky about saving a few pennies, don’t you?” He took off his headphones, letting out a small chuckle.

Yes, you can be cranky about money, but a promise is a promise.

There's this stupid bet, or dare I say a tradition where after every quiz, debate, and exam— the one who tops gets to ask the other to buy whatever they wish.

“The usual?” You asked, with the most deadpan expression you could’ve pulled. Tsukishima burst out laughing at that, pointing his finger at your face and mocking every little detail he could.

“It’s either you shut that darn mouth of yours or the strawberry shortcake—”

“Okay, okay! The— pfft— the strawberry shortcake, sure sure.” 

You dragged him out of the school gates by the end of his uniform, and he laughed again.

So annoying.

He sees that you are leading him (dragging him) around the familiar streets that lead to the café that you both always went to, ever since freshman year.

He sighed. “The usual it is.”

A few moments passed by, and you both fell into a comfortable silence, which was almost too good to be true. You often just stared at the long shadows on the ground, following you and Tsukishima’s every little movement. Once in a while, crows would caw as they fly high up in the sky, making you look up to the orange-purple skies, the orange rays illuminating your eyes.

At times you overlooked nature, and sometimes you just lost yourself in it.

And at times you overlooked the way your heart beats faster when he looked at you like this— under the sunset where no other soul was near.

“What?” You asked, looking at him in the corner of your eye. Your heart beat faster when you saw him literally glowing under the sun, looking at you with a smile that seemed a whole lot more genuine than you’d like it to be.

He scoffed, staring up at the sky, and then at you. You noticed the two tiny twinkles of light in his golden brown eyes— wait, since when was it there and why are you noticing it just now?

“Nothing, pipsqueak.” He says, staring up ahead with a cheeky grin.

The familiar ding of the bell echoed through the empty, dim-lighted bakery, the nostalgic aroma of freshly baked bread and brewed coffee hits your nostrils, feeling at home.

A small smile curved on your lips, and a sigh of contentment escaped your lips. "Home sweet home." You said, eyes twinkling in fondness.

Making your way towards the counter, you paid for everything that you would be indulging, including his strawberry shortcake that looked ridiculously good. Sitting in the very corner of the small shop, you got yourself lost in the atmosphere as the rain fell outside. 

You rested your head atop the wooden table, eyes watching out the race of rain droplets to see which one won, just like when you were a kid— when life was nothing but sunshine and rainbows, unlike now, where everything felt so nonchalant to you, for some reason.

Shamelessly, you kept your mouth stuffed with the cream bread you'd always eat, ever since you discovered this precious of a place. Glancing at the male who's apparently just as caught up with the rain as you are, stuffing his mouth with some strawberry, you begin talking (with your mouth full, still.)

"Are you ever going to try something else?" Your eyes shot to the cake, then back to him. He scrunched up his nose, an expression of disgust as he saw your stuffed mouth. You rolled your eyes, not caring. "It's not like you ever tried anything else— and stop eating like that. It's not like the bread would run off—"

"It's not like the bread would run off." You mimicked him, and he gritted his teeth. "Annoying little shit." He whispered, sipping at the warm coffee to try to keep his cool.

"I didn't know you had a habit of talking to yourself." You smirked, glancing at the tall, clear jug filled with water right in between you both on the table, doing a splendid job at reflecting himself on it. His eyes shot open, glaring at you and the poor jug.

"You weren't this talkative earlier," he said, setting his coffee on the table. "Finally getting over your marks?" He asked, his smirk returning which made your eyes roll.

"Bastard."

“Oi, Seiu.” He almost grumbled out your name, your ears catching the sounds of flipping papers, even through the headphones sitting on your head.

“What?” You replied groggily, taking off your headphones. You’re just about to fall asleep but he ruined it!

You were slumped next to him on the train, temple resting against the cold, metal railing on your side. Maybe it’s because of the scorching weather this July that you felt so incredibly exhausted— all your willpower was drained out at school earlier, and coming to cram school to violate your energy and brain further certainly doesn’t help your current state in any way.

You feel as if your soul is going to be sucked out, yet he’s still reviewing the papers? Doesn’t he feel tired or something?

“English essay papers. The one the teacher graded earlier.” His palm was lazily exposed in front of you, expecting the marked sheets to arrive in it upon his demand. Tsukishima doesn’t know what ‘asking’ is.

“You can still study?” You mumbled, eyes narrowing as you rummaged through your bag. Wrinkles formed on your forehead when your eyes turned into thin slits trying to search for what you wanted, the blur decorating your eyes not subsiding as quickly as you wanted it to.

“You’re going to get old faster than anyone else with that frown of yours.” His voice was lower than usual, but the playful spark remained. His banter was replied to only by the click of your tongue. You’re too tired to joke around.

When you finally found it, you shoved the crumpled sheets into his hand and slumped your head back onto the railing. “Don’t you know what rest is?” You said, sighing as you got into a more comfortable position, forgetting about the device hanging on your neck.

“I need to work harder to beat you.” His eyes narrowed as he read the messy scribbling of your writing, but he can’t deny how he adored your talent to form a masterpiece with a foreign land’s words, every. single. time.

“You’ve already beaten me a lot of times, didn’t you?” At times like this when your consciousness stays for the sake of a conversation, you’re more truthful, or maybe even less hostile. You didn’t have the energy to have an ongoing banter with him no more.

Even though your vision was black, you could feel his eyes glued to you. You were expecting some witty comebacks to launch from his mouth, but he was silent, for a while. It’s deafening.

It almost makes you uneasy.

“I’m not as smart as you, Seiu.” He finally blurted out, but it was so quiet.

Your eyelids fluttered open just slightly as if you couldn’t believe your ears.

He beat you every single time, so what nonsense is spitting out from his mouth? Did the weather get to him too? Until he’s feeling ‘under the weather’? (With all puns intended.)

Ironically as that thought finished, the rain fell. Hard. 

You moved the back of your head towards the glass window instead, the coldness of the rain droplets spreading through the glass sent a wave of relief onto your body.

You eyed him from the corner of your eye. That bad posture, the metal frame that sits atop the bridge of his nose that looked like it was about to fall any second from now, the crumpled sheets that were lucky enough to feel the caress of his slender fingers—

You’re doing it again. You’re too observant at times like this, it’s more than necessary.

“You’re insane.” You snorted, closing your eyes again.

“You’re a fucking genius without trying, Seiu.” It’s his time to sigh, almost frustrated. “You don’t even try.”

It’s true. You’re lazy. You hardly even try and yet you score all of your exams.

“If ever someday you decided to pick up a book and scribble more notes..” He drifted off, and you’re kind of eager for him to continue.

“I’m done for.” He mumbled.

What a compliment, you thought. Maybe you would’ve grinned cheekily if you had the energy, but you don’t.

“Wow.” That’s all you could utter.

You could hear him huff as if he was regretting what he said.

“Just don’t get all romantic and don’t sleep on my shoulder.” He mumbled, the sound of turning pages starting again.

“I don’t want your cooties either.”

“Good night, Seiu.”

You both snorted out loud.

It was P.E., and another class had joined yours’ to play.

It was a warming-up session, and everyone needed to jog a few laps before playing.

You weren’t exactly the sporty type that had a lot of stamina, and you never liked running. The summer was taking a toll on you again, and you were slower than usual— than everyone. You were at the very back when the other girls were a few meters away. You’re not too slow, but not that fast enough.

Behind you were the boys, from your class and the other. You didn’t pay much to them and kept jogging.

You did notice a couple of times that Tsukishima was staring at you, and even when you caught his gaze, his eyes were still on you. It was nothing new, just that same old glare he always gives you.

You heard laughter erupting from behind, footsteps becoming louder as a group of guys caught up beside you. One of them pushed the other and he ended up bumping into you hard. You fell, scraping your knee and palms in the process.

All you heard next was laughter. Mocking ones, from both the guys and— whom you thought was— your friends.

It turns out the one who bumped into you was someone you had a few problems with in the past. He was your… not enough to be a former lover, far from a friend but yet, he’s no stranger. He held a grudge against you, it seems.

The guy laughed along, as well.

It was only for a few seconds the scene unfolded, but it felt like an eternity of humiliation.

Did Tsukishima join them?

You slowly got yourself up, the burn in your knee only increasing with each inch you elevated from the ground. 

Halfway through, someone grabbed your upper arm and shoulder tight, slowly helping you up. Those pale, slender arms..

Tsukishima.

Exaggerated gasps were heard, and whispers were accentuated. Honestly, you would’ve acted the same way, if you were them. 

Tsukishima… helped. He didn’t make fun of you.

You heard him click his tongue, and you raised your head just enough to see the scowl on his face, and the way he glared at the guys from earlier.

“Can’t you fucking see she was next to you?” He cursed, and everyone fell silent. Everyone was always a little wary of him, even scared. His height was intimidating, but seeing him in such a way was a lot scarier.

Even you haven’t seen him this angry.

The teacher jogged over, a tense expression on his face.

“Tsukishima-kun, enough. You can go on and I’ll put her aside—“

“Don’t bother, sensei.” He quickly cut the teacher off, eyes glued to the fuckers that were too irrelevant to be in the same place as he is.

“I don’t feel like playing football with people who are clearly blind.” He snickered, almost mocking them.

He brought you under a tree, and you freed your wrist from his grasp and slumped against the tree. Your head was down low as if the skin of your legs had some ancient scripture that you were so persistent on staring at. A large shadow emerged, and turns out it was him standing in front of you with his hands on his hips, eyes ahead staring at the other students.

Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry.

“Don’t worry.” He tried to reassure, but he sounded a little too bitter— he’s not used to it. “I won’t let them see how ugly you are when you cry.”

You cried anyway.

“Know how to treat a wound?” He asked as if he wouldn’t already do it himself as he rummaged through the cabinets.

Your silence in speaking and a few sniffles are enough to tell.

He sighed, reaching for a box filled with stuff that’ll help heal your wound— only on the outside, though. It’ll only help what’s on the surface, only helping your scraped skin, but the humiliation inside? Who knows how long the tear of your heart will last? Who knows who is going to tape it up for you, saying everything will be okay?

A small part of your heart’s tear was stitched up already at the sight of him getting down on one knee in front of you, getting the band-aids, antiseptic, tweezers, and cotton wools out.

“What’s the point in hiring nurses if they’re just never going to show up to work?” He rambled on like an old grandma, complaining how he needed to do everything himself. 

But really, even if the nurses were here and you were being tended to, he’ll never really leave you. He’s treating you like you needed all the help in the world as if you were in a coma or something.

The rustling of the bed sheets when you squirmed, the annoyingly strong scent of the antiseptic throughout the whole room, and Tsukishima’s rambles as he treated your wound made you… strangely emotional.

Your shoulders shook rather violently, and your gaze blurred with the salty liquid once again.

His eyes widened upon taking in your appearance, drawing the cotton wool soaked with medicine away from your wound as quickly as time allowed it.

“Woah, woah, woah, hey! Does it hurt that bad?!” He almost yelled, and did he not panic like the world was going to end.

“Okay, look— okay I’ll stop! I told you to prepare yourself beforehand—”

“Arigato, Tsukishima-kun.”

You wailed like your life had crumbled— looking back, it was kind of funny with the snot and everything, he’ll definitely tease you for that later— and you sobbed your heart away. You didn’t even cry like this when a relative died but you cried when someone insisted on treating your wound? Wow.

And Tsukishima? His face could be taken as pure gold. He was dumbfounded, with wide eyes while staring at you crying like so. In literal words, it’s best to say he malfunctioned. You were crying way harder than before, you’re crying harder now than when you fell!

You keep sucking back in the snot that threatens to goo down their way, wiping your tears rather harshly, but it kept coming down anyway. It was embarrassing, but you couldn’t stop crying.

You heard him sigh. 

“You’re disgusting, Seiu.” He said, though not much disgust was evident in his voice. 

You felt a soft cloth arrive on your face, the fabric particularly covering your nose. You stopped your wail and looked at him, blinking rapidly as you were confused about what he was trying to do.

“Blow it out.” He said defeatedly, sighing as he looked away.

Sprettttt!

He crunched his nose upon hearing the noise, his glasses lifted slightly in the process before settling down to its original position.

“Again.”

Sprreettttttttt!

“I kind of feel bad for Seiu.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, and so did Tsukishima. 

It was that group of guys again, and the one who spoke was the one that, well… the one that bumped into you.

“You still like her?” One of his friends said, and the others fell silent.

You both were standing on the top of the stairs like a fool, like deers caught in the headlights. But the question is, why did Tsukishima stop too?!

“I don’t!” He quickly denied but the others burst out into laughter and a series of teasing ‘oooh's.

Your class was just right there. Why did they have to walk through the hallway where your class was located, when there were a dozen others? You don’t want to come across them! Your cheeks were puffy, your eyes were red. You didn’t want them to know you cried, especially not when they were the reason. (Well, partly of the reason).

“Seiu’s quite sensitive. What if she’s like.. I don’t know!” He grumbled.

“Aw, you worried that she cried? You still like her!” Another laughter erupted.

“That’s her class, isn’t it? Where is she?”

They were peeking through the windows, but of course, you’re not there, you’re hiding in the corner of the hallway like a fool.

“She’s not there.” One said, confused.

“Oi… Tsukishima’s not there either.” Some of them gasped, and some of them went silent.

“I think.. Seiu and Tsukishima—” 

Tsukishima grabbed your hand, his gaze hard. He wasn’t looking at you though, but just staring into the clear windows in front of you both, as if he was waiting to get caught or.. as if he was ready to do something.

“Don’t say things like that!” The guy defensively said, his voice raising an octave. He still has feelings for you, it seems.

“But don’t you think it makes sense? They’re always together,”

They’re getting closer. Their footsteps are getting louder, and your body just tensed. Tsukishima squeezed your hand harder, and you looked at him through your sore, reddish eyes. 

You wanted to get out of here, but you can’t just run to somewhere else in the building. You need to get into class, and it’s almost time. You’ll get a cleaning punishment if you’re late, and you don’t want to involve Tsukishima in any of it already. He’s done more than enough.

“—For the last time, they are not!” They were just around the corner, and their shoes came into your sight.

“I just.. I just want to apologize to Seiu and—”

Everything shut down.

Your ears were ringing, succumbing to a forced silence, your whole body refusing to react to anything else.

Your back against the wall.

His hand on your waist.

Your glasses clashing onto each other’s.

His lips on top of yours.

Tsukishima… was kissing you.

Shielding you, almost.

A loud, erratic pair of footsteps ran to the opposite side, kicking you both out to reality once again.

Then followed by a few others.

The ringing slowly subsided, and your irises moved.

Oh, they’re gone.

Your irises drifted to the ones in front of you, the pair being the most nastiest, gorgeous golden brown eyes you have ever seen.

His eyes have twinkles in them.

Don’t know if it has always been there or if you only noticed it now, but it’s pretty.

Ethereal.

The loud ring of the school bell rang, and you both flinched and covered your ears— you’re literally below one.

It snapped you back to the current situation. For real, this time.

Wide eyes, you looked at him, gasping.

A little too late to act shocked now, but oh well.

“Why did you do that?!” You yelled into his face, mouth agape. He seems just as shocked as you were, cheeks painted with crimson tints.

“Did you think I wanted to?!” He looked away, eyes frantic.

“Your germs…” He covered his lips with his hand, wiping it down gently with his palm. “Ew.” He stared at his palm blankly.

Is that a cover-up… or was he actually disgusted?

You bolted into class.

And so did he. (Well, after a few seconds of standing there like a pole).

You couldn't help but glance at him throughout the entire day, barely even focusing on what's been taught ahead of you. You kept fidgeting with whatever you could, with your fingers, sliding your feet from one place to the other and whatnot.

No matter how much you tried, your gaze would return to him.

You saw how he'd stare at you from the corners of his eyes, albeit you pretended not to notice. You noticed how he glided his fingertips over his lips, over and over. You noticed how he zoned out, just like you did.

He barely ever loses focus.

Was he thinking of the kiss, just like how you did?

You had hoped that was the case so you wouldn't be the only one who looked like a dumbstruck, confused fool. And you just prayed that he wouldn't pretend as if nothing had happened because it wasn't. It was one hell of a situation to just throw it over your heads as if it wasn't anything— you both seriously need to talk.

Without noticing, the vibrant azure skies turned orange, and the familiar tone of ringing echoed through the school's speakers, noting that it was time to return home.

You got up as slow as you could, eyeing Tsukishima who was frozen in his seat. You packed your things and shoved them into your bag, the chair screeching quietly across the floor as you stood up.

"Tsukki." Your voice knocked him back from his series of pondering, flinching upon hearing you speak. He looked at you, almost nervous.

"Yeah?"

"Time to go home." You mumbled, stating the obvious. Might as well mention that the grass is green.

He packed his bag in no rush. It was as if he was trying to slow down his moves, though his intentions remained unclear. He looked guilty almost, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"We need to talk about earlier." You blurted out, and he froze. His bent figure slowly straightened, and a long shadow of his figure emerged and decorated the walls— how did you even manage to catch that? Well, maybe because you were looking at everything but his eyes.

"I thought you didn't want to talk about it." He mumbled, finally facing you. He stared down at you before looking away, scratching at the back of his head.

You took a few steps backward, sitting against the still of an opened window. The wind gushes through your air, making you shiver slightly. The heat was no joke, and the intensity of the situation only escalated it.

"How could I not?" Your voice turned quiet as you stared at the ground. "I can't just go on and pretend nothing happened." You began fiddling with your fingers.

"Why did you do it?" You whispered almost shakily.

"I don't know." He whispered back.

"Do you... like me?" 

Not once did it ever cross your mind to have feelings for him, but now you knew. Now you know why at certain times you tend to be so observant of every little thing that he does. Like how beautiful his eyes look under the sunlight, how gently he turns the pages of your paper sheets as if he was afraid to leave a single crumple, how he manages to insult you every time but never goes too far to actually hurt your feelings—

Now you knew.

The pounding of your heart was because of him. The very presence of him around you calms you down like after a storm and yet manages to roar it wildly and harder than ever.

You, Seiu, have fallen for him. 

Your question was left hanging with no audible answer that left his mouth. Silence.

Something bottled up inside you and it was going to explode.

"I can't believe you." You snarled and gripped the metal still of the window. "Is kissing a random girl in the name of helping just so normal to you? Is that how you help? Without even considering how she feels— how I feel?"

"Seiu—"

"For you, it might not be anything important," You sniffled, tears rolling down. You lost count of how many times you cried. "But it is important, for me—"

Your breath hitched when his lips landed on yours again. 

Damn, at least let me finish. You thought.

His fingers crept onto your cheeks, cradling them ever so gently. His thumb wiped away the tears wetting your skin. He tilted his head to get a better angle and his kiss got softer by each second. 

"Can't you at least kiss me back?" He mumbled against your lips, eyes still closed as if he was afraid to see your reaction.

You finally closed your eyes, moving your lips again his own by following an unknown flow. The second he got a response from you, his other hand pulled you in closer by your waist, pressing your bodies together. The sudden touch combined with the wind that attacked your back made you shiver. His hand moved and pressed onto your back, rubbing up and down to soothe you.

You let out a shaky breath through your nose, and the wave of relief and pleasure spread throughout your body into every vein and muscle. Your hands found their way linked at the back of his head in which you daringly pulled him closer.

You couldn't get enough. Kiss after kiss, breath after breath, you caught his lips again once you both sucked in a breath to continue. His glasses kept clashing with yours with every movement, and he attempted to take it off.

"It's okay, leave them on." You mumbled and took his hand away. You love his square glasses. You'd never want him to take it off.

He only smirked against your lips, the adorable sharp fang of his showing. "You didn't even let me finish earlier, and now you just can't stop, can't you?" He sighed and pressed his lips to yours again.

"And yeah, I like you, Seiu."

© 2024 lunexrin, do not copy, translate or repost my works on any other website without proper credits.

[bellabean24]

You Look Better When You're Crying

Kinktober day 5 Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader

Word count:556

Tags:NSFW, Modern AU, Darcryphilia, piv, overstim, squirting

Synopsis:You and Tsukishima have been fucking for hours and you can't help but cry from pleasure

Kinktober Masterlist | Haikyuu Masterlist

Tears stream down your face feeling Tsukishima long thick cock fuck you insides, your cunt numb from his hard thrusts. Your clit is swollen the bed is soaked under you from the previous orgasms, “Fuck you were made for me baby,” he grunts into your shoulder nipping at it as you moan your nails dragging down his back leaving red marks in it’s tracks.

The sound of his hips meeting yours fills the room, his cum filled balls slapping against your ass with each thrust, “Keep crying for me baby.” He puts his hand on the side of your face cradling it as the hand on your hip squeezes you so hard that it will leave a bruise. 

Arching your back into him, you can fill his dick poking your womb, the feeling sending you to a bliss. Your mind hazy as he fucks you into being cock drunk, “All you can do is cry for me baby huh? Can’t talk? Dick too good?” he teases with a smirk on his sweaty face.

You moan and whimper his name loving the way he feels inside you, tears leaking from the corner of your eyes and dropping on the pillow, “You look so pretty when you cry for me baby.”  Tsukishima runs his hands up and down your shaking body, feeling your smooth skin against his palms has him speeding up his pace. “O-oh fuck Kei,” you mange to sob out. 

His brutal pace has your cunt squeezes around for the fourth time tonight, your nails digging into his back possibly drawing a bit of blood, you gush around his cock your fluids landing on the bed and his lower stomach. 

Both your breathing is getting heavier by the time Tsukishima cums again his hips slowing down the coming to a stop, “Shit, with you crying like that baby, makes me so fucking hard.” You whimper at his words, more tears falling from your eyes, Tsukishima leans down to kiss your tear stained face, he peppers kisses along your face and neck watching as you grind into him looking for more friction. 

“I need more, Kei” you whimper into his kiss as he reaches your lips, he gives you a quick peck before he moves his hips again. Beads of sweat cover both your foreheads when Tsukishima moves again, you can feel every inch of cock in cunt, every vein when he moves in and out of you. His and yours cum dripping out with each thrust, your eyes roll to the back of your head when Tsukishima’s cock repeatedly pokes you sweetspot. 

Your warm pussy hugs Tsukishima’s cock making it twitch when you subconsciously squeeze your hole, “Quit squeezing me Y/N” he groans, his hard thrust making more tears fall from your eyes but Tsukishima is quick to wipe them away. 

He slowed his pace down pulling is cock out only leaving the tip in before roughly thrusting it back in, and doing it again and again. “Fuck Kei, you’re so fucking rough,” crying into your hand embarrassed that you’re crying from how good his dick feels, “Cum with me sweetheart,” he whispers to you kissing your cheek “fuck I’m coming,”  you squirt and cream on his cock, Tsukishima following soon after, his thick warm load filling your hole up. 

“One more Y/N”

“WHAT”

©Bella2023

[ya9amicide]

♡ anime masterlist ♡

pov: your camera roll if you were dating kei tsukishima.

[akeiwrites]

strawberry shortcake

featuring: tsukishima kei from haikyuu!!

cw: female!reader, housemates, college au, slow burn

wc: 1k

–

ah, what a long day.

you wave at your classmates as they bid goodbye, telling you that they'll be taking their leave now, in which you replied with ‘thanks for today’ and ‘take care’.

after your classes at the university today by 5PM, you couldn't go home immediately because of a group paper assigned just a while ago by a strict professor and it needs to be submitted tomorrow morning already.

so you really had no choice.

and your group was supposed to work on it at the university library. but having to think that you all would starve in the process, it was decided by all of you to be at a local café instead.

now, you and your groupmates managed to get it done before eight o'clock in the evening. you were indeed thankful it ended not too late, and you know it's because of having to be aligned with them—responsible students like you yourself.

a yawn escaped your lips—causing your eyes to water—just after you ended putting back your things inside your bag, only leaving your phone on the table.

then you remember sending a message to your housemate about being home late today, telling him not to bother cooking you a share of dinner.

you picked up your phone and opened two unread messages from him which were sent two hours ago. it was an ‘alright, do your best.’ and a ‘take care on your way home.’ after.

a ghost of a smile was unmistakably felt on your lips. you cleared your throat and placed your phone back at the table.

i'll get going now, then.

when you got up on your chair, a café attendant also went to your table to clean up. she gave her thanks and told you to come back again in which you replied with a nod and a smile.

going down the stairs, you already made up your mind to walk straight towards the exit—not until your eyes glanced at the counter, and a certain dessert caught your attention.

“i'm home…” you announced in a low voice soon enough as you noticed the dim lights from the living room by the entryway while placing your shoes on the rack.

you silently made your way inside the apartment, a new sight greeting you. you stopped your tracks to double check the situation.

tsukishima kei is peacefully asleep in his pullover and black shorts. however, he was in a sitting position. his arms are crossed, resting on top of his knees close to his chest. he still had his glasses on and his lips rested on his wrist.

your eyes traveled to his surroundings where you saw books, a notebook, and a pen on the coffee table. was he studying here? but why, though? it was unusual since you were pretty sure he had a study area in his room in the first place.

don't tell me… no. you clearly dismissed the idea.

why would he wait for me? you thought.

you walked towards where he was, put down your things on the couch just right behind his figure, and kneeled beside him. doing so, you now have a closer look on his sleeping face.

he looked like he had dozed off for a while, maybe at least twenty minutes or so. he also looked serene, but i'm just as sure his sleeping position would give him body cramps after.

so it was obvious you needed to wake him up.

you closed the distance between the two of you a bit. as you were about to reach out for his arm, your peripheral vision landed on the coffee table—the light from a phone screen taking away your attention.

out of curiosity, you give in and divert your gaze. your eyebrows furrowed as you realize your conversation in the messages app is open.

but why, though? was he expecting a reply?

your eyes stared a bit more, until it wandered to the upper part of the screen where you saw the contact name written. it was just an emoji but it profusely had your face heat up as you realized.

strawberry shortcake.

you inhaled as you felt the fasting thump of your chest. turning your gaze away from the table made your eyes back on the sleeping blonde guy which had you startled how close your faces were.

goodness, you were confused, yes. and it was accompanied by rosy cheeks and a fast heartbeat.

you cleared your throat and tried your best to calm your rattled insides. exhaling one last time, a shaky hand of yours reached out to the hem of your housemate's pullover cuffs.

“kei…” you called in a calm manner. “wake up…”

of course, as expected, it wasn't effective enough. so you proceeded to shake his forearm a bit, carefully calling him by his name again.

“what are you doing here?” you asked when he already moved and started waking up. “you always study in your room,” you point out.

“i was waiting for you…” the sound of his voice was groggy and hoarse from sleeping, and it was noticeable how his thoughts were still hazy.

why would tsukishima kei wait for me? you then thought for the second time.

and as you expected to be a panic mess, you surprisingly weren't. instead, a chuckle escapes your lips seeing the adorable face tsukishima kei is unconsciously making right now.

his eyelids are threatening to close from time to time, making you purse out your lips to prevent yourself from smiling further.

knowing that he won't be back to sleep despite his actions, you slowly got up on your feet. yet before you go to your own room, you got a hold of the dessert you bought from the café a while ago.

the sliced strawberry shortcake you brought home for tsukishima kei was placed in a cake slice clear container with a cute disposable fork.

without a word, you placed the cake just beside his still lit phone screen. then you took your bag and went to your room.

you didn't hear a single syllable from him even after you were done with your night routine, preparing to sleep. and before you drift off to dreamland, you purposely sent him a message.

from: 🍰

goodnight :) 🍰

what you didn't know was when tsukishima kei is slowly eating the strawberry shortcake you gave him, he received your latest message that made him realize that you possibly saw your contact name he set on his phone.

–

[asena-graywolf]

🔞Do You Think Could You Watch The Movie?🔞

You were busy studying in your room. Your attention shifted to that direction as the phone next to you vibrated.

The incoming message was from Tsuki

“Hey Y/N! I have an idea!"

You unlocked the screen and started typing

“Tell me Tsuki”

“A movie that I have been waiting for a long time is coming to the cinema tomorrow. Shall we go together?"

"Don't you have practice tomorrow?"

“I say let's go after practice. Isn't it?"

You couldn't turn down your boyfriend. It would be fun to watch movies with him

"Ok it's possible. We haven't been able to meet for a week because of the intensity of the exams."

"Did you miss me?"

You could imagine Tsuki's sullen expression as he wrote this

"Yes I miss you. What about you?"

"I missed you too. I want to long for you in the cinema with you”

“Which movie are we going to?”

“Let it be surprised. But I can say that it is a romantic movie”

“You and watching romantic movies? I wouldn't believe it if I saw it in my dreams"

"I am serious"

“Oh Tsuki. Did you get a flower pot on your head, baby?"

"I do not know. Even at the once in a blue moon, I wanted to watch a romantic movie with my girlfriend.”

“Well then. Let's go see that romantic movie. I will look forward to tomorrow”

"Me too. Don't be too late. Tomorrow will be a nice day. I love you"

"I love you too"

You were already excited, but it seemed strange that you were always watching action movies with Tsuki, but suddenly you were going to watch romantic movies. What was Tsuki planning? What was going through his mind and what was he after?

The thoughts that had probably crossed Tsuki's mind had aroused you a bit.

You felt something move between your legs. There was a burning sensation from her clitoris to the entrance of the vagina. Where did this anger come from for you all of a sudden?

You couldn't resist the urges that invaded your mind, sending signals to touch every part of your body, imagining Tsuki touching you.

You were no longer able to concentrate on the lesson.

You collected your notebooks and books and placed them neatly

It was late. Everyone in your family should have gone to bed already. After that time, he would not enter your room.

You took off your sweatpants and undressed, leaving only the white T-shirt you were wearing and your underwear underneath.

You lay on the bed and crawl under the covers.

Closing your eyes, you lower your hand to your stomach and pull up your shirt slightly. You lightly squeezed her bare breasts.

Tsuki hadn't touched those breasts yet. Neither of you had a sexual experience. It was the first time you realized that you wanted him so for no reason.

You were assuming that Tsuki touches her stomach first and then her bare breasts. He seduces you by whispering nasty words in your ear. Every time your hand touched your body, you felt Tsuki's touch

You felt yourself gradually getting wet as you immersed yourself in it. Moistened between her legs, you pressed your fingers lightly on her clit through her panties and tucked your hand between them, closing her legs

You murmured inaudibly as you gently massaged your clitoris.

“Mmh… Tsuki. Yes I want too. Touch me"

The fingers stroking her clit were for a moment not yours but Tsuki's.

You were stroking heavily. However, after a while, you couldn't bear to caress yourself at a slow pace. You got a little more aggressive and pulled her crotch-length underwear down to expose her cunt to massage harder.

You stretched your legs straight and stretched as if you were stretching.

You started to spread the wetness of your vagina towards her clitoris. At the same time you were responding to Tsuki's dream voice

"You're too wet for me aren't you y/n?"

You whispered that question to him as if whispering in his ear.

"Yes. I'm too wet for you, Tsuki. My cunt is so wet.”

You slowly moved your hips where you were and started massaging by pressing your hand harder on her clitoris. With her free hand, she pulled her shirt up, revealing her breasts, and grabbed the end of one of her breasts. You were squeezing slowly and rubbing her wet cunt on the other hand

“I'm too wet for you, Tsuki. Fuck me. Make me cry, fuck me"

The idea of ​​Tsuki fucking her cunt brutally and hard just drove you crazy. You were getting closer to orgasm. You were circling your pussy faster and harder. You wanted to be under Tsuki. Both of you moans filling the room, wrapping your legs tightly around her waist, Tsuki's dick widening your vaginal walls...

You longed for Tsukishima with all your being

“Ahh!!! Fuck me Tsuki…mmh! Get into me! Nhh! tsuki I'm cumming. Mmm! Ahhh!”

With your eyes closed, orgasm hit you like high-volt electricity.

In his imagination, Tsuki had ejaculated inside him and now his head was on your chest. You were both out of breath.

You were stroking his sweaty hair.

If even the imagination made you reach orgasm in seconds, who knows what it would be like in reality?

After you ejaculated, you pulled your panties back on you and put on your pajamas underneath. As she closed her eyes, her boyfriend's face flashed before her eyes. You lay face down on the pillow and hugged Tsuki's chest tightly as if laying your head

It was the next day. After practice, you met with Tsuki to go to the movies. He showed the ticket for two people he bought online to the attendant at the entrance and you went inside. There was still time before the movie started. You went and bought large popcorn and two drinks

"We'll eat together," he handed you the large corn. He took a handful of it and stuck it in his mouth.

“Oh! Slowly! If you devour them all, there will be no corn to eat during the movie.”

“Draw it mild, I only bought a handful,” he replied with his mouth full.

“I know you. This will be 10 handfuls later”

"Come on come on! Let's just go and sit down instead of chatting here."

You entered the hall and went up to the top.

" Alright here! This is our place,” he pointed to you.

Your place was double seat.

"Ah! Shall we sit in the double seat?”

"Certainly! What did you think? I've thought about this before"

“Oh Tsuki! You are very sweet"

He showed you the way, bypassing his compliment

“Come sit down late”

You sit in your seat. You had a little chat during the commercials. Tsuki couldn't help but eat the big popcorn you put between you.

"I told you, didn't I, that you couldn't hold back?"

“Then you eat too. We didn't buy it for you to look at your ornament"

At that time, you heard the announcement that the movie had started. The lights were out and the intro of the movie was on the big screen.

As the movie started, Tsukishima put his hand on your shoulder. You hugged him and started enjoying the movie.

The movie was a French romantic movie. You still couldn't hide your surprise as you knew your boyfriend wasn't into movies like this.

You were almost halfway through the movie and Tsuki turned his head towards you when the couple kissing scene in the movie came. She grabbed your chin and made you look at her face

"Now!" he whispered to you, signaling

His lips found yours. An innocent romantic kiss then became filled with lust and passion.

Your tongues were dancing with each other. You were exchanging saliva while you tasted each other

The kissing scene had passed but you had been kissing for about ten minutes.

“Mmhh! Tsuki,” you said, separating your lips from hers.

He buried his head in his neck and whispered that nasty phrase in his ear

“You think you can watch the movie?”

Your pulse suddenly rose. Something was going up and down inside of him. Your blood was boiling like boiling water. It was as if something warm was flowing into him. Your cheeks were crimson. Your heart was beating like it was dying to come out of your chest

“This…what does this mean now Tsuki? What did we come here to do, not watch a movie?”

He grabbed your chin and turned his face to the screen.

“Of course we will watch the movie. But…in another way”

His hand caressed her leg over his jeans. All your hairs stood on end. You were blushing up to your ears

You felt Tsuki's hot breath on your neck

"You want it too, right?"

You were stuck where you were. It occurred to you that you masturbated last night, imagining Tsuki in an immoral way, and you were humiliated by your embarrassment.

“Tell me what you want…I dreamed of you like this last night. My hand is on your wet pussy and yours is on my dick. We will make cum each other. Come on baby. You can do"

His hand went to the zipper of his pants and he pulled your pants down. He shoved his hand into his pants and felt wetness over his panties.

“You are already drenched. Isn't it normal for me to want to fuck your cunt in this situation? Can I spoil your sweet virgin pussy, honey?

Tsuki's words had driven you crazy. You were too aroused and you couldn't help yourself anymore

“Oh Tsuki! Don't say such embarrassing things"

"Why is that? Even if you don't want it, it's clear what your body wants. Pump my dick while I finger you. Let's cum together. Don't tell me to do something to show. If you're going to yell... like punishment from punishment, beautiful"

“Then don't hurt me. Don't stick your finger in me. Break my virginity with your dick, not with your finger"

“I want that too. Now concentrate on the movie and give me your hand"

You gave your hand to Tsuki and suddenly you found yourself holding a thick and hard object. This wood as hard thing was nothing but Tsuki's upturned tool

“Move your hand up and down”

He slid his fingers under her panties and started caressing her sticky, juicy cunt. You were playing with his dick too

“How wet your pussy is for me. Did you want me that much? Do you need my dick that much?"

“Tsuki…mmhh! If you keep talking like that…I'm going to want to suck your dick in. We can't do this publicly."

He groaned quietly as you pushed your hips into his hand.

“Agh! Go on y/n. You are doing very well”

You pressed your free hand to the one under Tsuki's panties

“Pump a little harder”

You were satisfying each other at the same time. You were slowly climbing the heights of pleasure, savoring the moment.

You managed to restrain yourself so as not to moan loudly. Fortunately, everyone in the theater was focused on the movie except you. It seemed pretty hard for them to notice you.

“A…Are you cumming?” he gasped

"Yes. Speed ​​up Tsuki. More cruel to me

die"

“This is nothing more. One day I will fuck your cunt very hard, so nice"

You were so close to ejaculation and couldn't respond to the sheer pleasure you received with the intense arousal between your legs.

You moaned so only you and your boyfriend could hear.

“T…Tsuki. I'm cumming”

“Mmm… me too”

He let out a deep groan, and within seconds you felt something warm flow into your hand. At that moment, you were also empty. Your vagina was beating like a heart and you could feel the beat all over your body

You both took a deep breath. You were in the last minutes of the movie. Tsuki cleaned himself with a wet tissue from his bag and rolled up his pants. You zipped your pants open too

You had a daring and insane sexual experience in public for the first time with your boyfriend

“Tsuki…that was so much fun let's do it again”

After leaving the hall, as you walked towards the cinema exit, Tsuki wrapped his arm around your neck and pulled you towards him. He hissed softly at you, sucking on your earlobe

"Next time I want your beautiful lips on my dick, not your hand"

You turned and placed a kiss from where her cheek ended to where her neck started. You inhale the scent you love

“I will do that too. But I want you inside me. You should ruin my virginity"

"OK well. Let's be prepared next time. 'Cause I'm gonna push you so hard baby"

[keisshortcake]

Drunk tsukishima kei saying:

I'll burn the world for you..

🥺👍 No, yes please.

[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?”

[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.

[guitarstringed-scars]

a real stand up guy

masterlist

prologue

6:52 pm. friday, august.

the late august air hits her face through the open window of her apartment. it’s not quite hot out, summer slowly coming to a close, but not quite ready to say goodbye. papers are spread all over her desk, coated in ink, some of the writing smeared, and smudges left on the side of her palm. she hears a creak from the doorway to her room.

“are you almost ready?” it’s kiyoko. she leans against the frame to the doorway, a light jacket pulled over her shoulders.

“shit-” (y/n) checks her watch, “yes, let me just grab a jacket”

she practically throws her pen and paper back onto the desk, rips a jacket out of the closet, pulls it on and follows kiyoko out of the apartment. she stands to the side as kiyoko locks the door behind them.

she snaps her fingers as they walk down the dim stairs to the front door of the apartment building. kiyoko holds the door open for her as they step outside. the walk downtown is a bit chilly, and she’s thankful for the jacket.

“how are you feeling?” kiyoko asks.

“same as every other night.” (y/n) replies.

“nervous?”

“ha. you wish, i’m getting on that mic tonight.” ”that’s what you said last week too, and you didn’t” kiyoko quips.

(y/n) sighs.

“only because as soon as i was ready to go up, that blonde asshole hogged the mic for the rest of the night! what was i meant to do?” she says, exasperated.

“i dunno… maybe don’t be so nervous? you’re jokes are good (y/n), you should share them.”

“yeah yeah. i will. tonight!”

taglist: @wyrcan @akaakeis @honeyfewr @ghostreader0307

[clawsdevour]

both our firsts

wc: 1.8k content warning: established relationship, smut, first time (both virgins !), tsukishima x reader, not proofread

ઉ⠀⠀𓂂 ׄ

“Kei..” you whispered, slightly shifting your head back to glance at him.

In a cuddling position with your boyfriend under the cozy blanket. His arms are tightly wrapped around your torso, inching up towards your clothed breasts. His nose just barely grazing the crook of your warm neck, half lidded golden eyes staring at the lit up device in your hands.

“Hmm?” a low voice vibrating along your smooth skin, lips delicately pressed against your bare shoulder.

Pressing his crotch closer to your ass, increasing in size and hardness under your embrace. His large hands cup your soft breasts, fondling them inbetween the thin fabric of your tank top. Biting down on your lower lip in arousal, your hips start grinding down upon the bulge that laid inbetween your two searing bodies.

“Have you done it before?” breaking the intimate silence with his husky voice resonating in your ear.

“No.. have you?” you murmured under your breath, shutting your phone off to focus your attention on your boyfriend.

Putting your phone to the side before shuffling in bed to face his flustered complexion. Arms around his neck as you get lost in his honey gold eyes, his hand on your waist moving lower to grope your ass, pulling your leg onto his hip whilst rubbing your thigh up and down soothingly. 

“I haven’t,” Tsukishima purred, caressing your cheek with his soft touch.

Pulling him in by his collar, you share a passionate kiss just about under the covers. Gradually his hands grasp you onto him, breasts pressed against his chest for his eyes to leer on, your heat emitting core rubbing against his bulge covered by articles of clothing. 

Your lips crashed onto his, just playfully pecking the outskirts of his soft mouth. Rimming the fine line with his tongue, urging you to part your mouth for him. Accepting to his advances and just slightly opening your mouth for his tongue to enter. Your tongues crash and sway together at a consistent pleasurable pace. 

His fingers move quickly, slipping under your shorts, barely making it to your panties from under your restricting article of clothing. Fingers pressing against your damp underwear making you flinch to a sudden halt.

“...Wanna do it?” Tsukishima purs from under you, face flushed from the intensive kissing, completely out of breath the moment you parted lips.

“Yeah,” sitting on his lower stomach, your fingers move up from the hem of his shirt, revealing his toned stone body for your desires to linger further. Wasn’t your first time seeing him half naked, but either way you still gawk at his delicious figure. 

His half lidded eyes gaze at you while you scan his stature from beneath. Raising his hands from your waist to grasp onto your breasts, thumb rubbing over your sensitive nipples that perked out from your tank top. Gasping out a subtle reaction to the stimulation he creates with your nipples, grinding your clothed crotch onto his erection while you both surpressed your groans. 

Hands working down lower to hold onto the bottom of your tank top, helping you take off your top, eyes focusing on the little bounce produced when it’s dropped off somewhere into the abyss of your room. 

Sitting up till his back hits the bed frame, hands pulling you closer by your ass, parting his mouth as he raised his head to lick your rosy nipples while you continue to rock your hips onto his.

“You’re so hard Kei,” hiding a smirk under your breath watching his eyebrows furrow while you felt yourself rapidly wetten on top of him.

“Should I just slip it in?” he smuggly chuckled before tracing a finger down your stomach, tickling your skin as he reached lower into your shorts.

Two fingers sliding down into your panties, stopping at your slit that emitted slick from within as he parted your wet folds with his fingertips. Coming in contact with your clit, just simply stroking it with the tip of his finger that had you wanting to rub your legs together despite hovering right above him.

The more he massaged your cunt with his gentle touch, the more stimulation he created, flooding you with pleasure. You’re holding onto his shoulder while you compress yourself in an attempt to not lose your cool in front of him as you bite down on your lower lip. 

Instead of rocking your hips on his painfully hard erection, you’re rubbing your pussy on his fingers while he watched with pride. Fingers creeping up and inserted into your gummy entrance, you let out a groan of satisfaction.

“Fuck so tight..” he breathed out, eyebrows furrowed as you make eye contact with him. Your fingers never felt as good as his whenever you masturbated to the pure thought of him, but woah his fingers that curled and scissored inside you made you whimper in delight.

“Does that feel good?” his breath tickling the surface of your stomach, pressing gentle kisses up towards your breasts.

“Yeah..!–” yelping when he took over and pressed your back against the fluffy blanket, fingers removing themselves from you to take off your shorts and undergarments. 

“S’kinda in the way,” flinging your shorts and undies somewhere on the floor before using his large hands to part your legs wide open for him to gaze upon as you tried to keep your legs together.

Sliding his hands down your inner thighs to soothe your shaking legs as Tsukishima lowered himself. Tsukishima’s hot muscle making contact with your slightly swollen clit, moving in circles while you held in your moans. 

While his tongue was busy bringing you to the brink of satisfied tears, Tsukishima’s inserting his fingers back into your gaping entrance to fill you back up, immediately moving at a faster rate than before.

Dazed from all the stimulation that pulses through your entire being, eyes starting to daze into a shut as it almost became numbing. His tongue working on pleasuring your throbbing red clit while his fingers worked endlessesly pumping out your juices before taking them out.

“You okay?” inches above your groggly face, checking in on your condition while you came back to your consciousness.

“Just feel so.. good,” placing your arm around his shoulder, the other reaching down to feel the hardness of his growing bulge as he swallowed hard upon encountering your touch, a suggestive smile lingering on your lips.

“You want it that bad?” he said confidently, hiding the fact that he’s inexperienced, the fact that you’re his first and that he’s yours.

“Be my first,” bringing both arms in to hug him, the solid rock laying inbetween your hot bodies.

Falling out each others arms, Tsukishima slides off his remaining articles of clothing leaving him bare and exposed. His cock dripped with precum as it stood tall in all its glory, staring back at you with a fiery pink tip.

Tilting yourself up a bit and onto your elbows. You continued to restrain yourself from keeping your legs closed while you watched him dip the tip of his cock into your wet folds, collecting all the left over juices that coated your sopping cunt before lining himself up.

“Are you sure.. y’know, about this? It might hurt,” looking up from the intimact act to see your quivering eyes filled with anxiousness.

He was right, it hurt. A lot. His girth was no match for your pussy, even upon just the slightest entrance. It was as if he were to pass a sword through you, stretching you out with his pointy tip that felt like it was tearing you in half. 

Taking it slow, Tsukishima grunts like he’s the one in pain. Your plush walls tightened around his cock the more he continued to shove his massive girth into you, almost felt like he was gonna get snapped in half inside.

“Wait– it hurts..” clawing into his muscular shoulder as he comes to a halt, letting you adjust to the shape of his cock.

Slowly, your pussy took the shape of his length, molding it into his own personal cunt. Toughing it out together while you breathed out for air. When he managed to bury his cock deep inside you, he’s praising you for your efforts of bearing the troubles of him.

“Does it hurt a lot? I’m sorry.. You did good babe,” kissing the tears off of your cheeks that flowed down earlier.

“Yeah.. but I want you to keep going,” caressing his cheek with your thumb.

“Okay, let me know when to stop or if it hurts. I’ll go slower,” laying a peck on your warm cheek before starting to grind his hips into yours.

Groaning in pain as he slowly continues to drill into you with concern, you can’t help but be impatient waiting for the pleasure to finally wash over the feeling of being cut into two with his own sword.

“Keep going..” you sobbed, eyes continuing to glaze with tears as he continues to stuff you with his length that scratched your walls like a fork on a dry chalk board.

The pain subsided to a numbing sensation before the contentness you started to feel filling you up. Stimulating your nether regions, though still moving in slow and sensational strokes. Watching his cock slide in and out, getting reapplied in your soaking juices with each gradual thrust.

“Does it still hurt?” honey eyes focusing on your facial expressions that continued to twist and contort while you whimpered.

“No.. well I don’t think–” yelping out a loud moan when he found and hit one of your core stimulating areas.

“..feels good!” you exclaimed, arching your back inches off of the plush mattress.

A bit of a smirk crept up his face, starting to pick up his pace, his hips starting to click more with yours. Repeatedly, his tip started to prod into your sensitive regions, over and over again until you reached your high and saw static completely take over your vision.

Legs trembling as you continued to let him pound into you till he reached his climax. His soft delicate thrusts turned into quick and rough ones the more you called out for his name. His hot rod continuing to impale you before instantly whipping it out the moment he felt like he was about to burst inside you. 

His fiery red angry head spurting out his warm milky goop on your stomach as his low voice groaned with satisfaction. Squinting eyes behind his thick lenses observing his gooey mixture drip down your abdomen to the side from out of his cock. 

His large hand stroking over it to completely empty his load over your bare body, coating you in what he had in store. Your torso glistened with his murky white cum, chest heaving out pants of exhausation while you subtly smile in contentness before his heavy body just barely fell on top of yours.

“..Did you feel good?” lifting his head up to peer at you, his fingers moving the strands of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ears. “Mhm..” you grumble out, too tired for a full response.

masterlist here

[taintedtort]

https://www.tumblr.com/taintedtort/742994409435594752/hello-i-was-wondering-if-you-can-do-a-haikyu?source=share

Hello!!! Can you do this request with kenma, tsukishima and suna pls???? 🥺🥺

" WIPING KISSES! "

summary. you wipe their kisses off (pt2)

characters. kenma, tsukishima, suna

warnings. gn!reader, none!

a/n. i love this prompt, it’s so easy to write :P (link to pt1) (link to pt3)

KENMA

☆ kenma isn’t usually very physically affectionate, but he likes to kiss your hands a lot. it’s simple and quick, and not that noticeable to other people. however, this particular time he kissed the back of your hand, you wiped it on your sweater directly after. he noticed, but didn’t really say anything because he hadn’t thought much of it at the time. but as the day went on, he realized that you were doing it every single time he kissed your hand. he knows you though, and he’s quick to catch on that you’re messing with him. he’s mildly amused at best, but doesn’t really get the point. you’re trying to provoke him, right? it kinda worked… he‘s not necessarily annoyed, but he doesn’t like that you’re wiping them off.

"quit it."

TSUKISHIMA

☆ he notices and instantly scowls at you. it was kind of your fault for making it so obvious though. he kissed your forehead and you immediately wiped it off with your hoodie sleeve, a disgusted look on your face. it was clearly fake and all a joke, seeing as you laughed right after, but he got petty nonetheless. you apologize through giggles when you see his annoyed expression, but he only rolls his eyes. he eventually gives in, like he always does, but you have to make it up to him by kissing him literally everywhere.

"fine then, wipe my kiss off. see if you get another one."

SUNA

☆ he was taking some selfies with you, and he gave your cheek a kiss for one of them. he was sort of rapid fire clicking, so he actually got a picture of you wiping the kiss off directly after. he looks at you with a confused expression, saying something like "the fuck was that?" you wave him off, but he just pulls up the picture he got and starts examining in. he doesn’t say anything else, just looking at you with an expecting look, silently telling you to explain yourself. you crack and tell him it was a prank, just to rile him up and see what’d he do. he rolls his eyes and places another kiss to your cheek, watching to make sure you don’t wipe this one off too.

"you trying to be cute?"

[dearru]

playing a prank on them | ft. hq boys

-> rq: how would the hq boys react to you doing the TikTok trend where you wake them up in the middle of the night to play uno? (click HERE for TikTok trend! anon also explains it in their original request which is also linked :3)

-> pairings: miya atsumu, tsukishima kei, akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader | sfw | cw: cursing, i proofread this but also did i really… , akaashi is super sweet here so that is either ooc or super in character to some of u freaks | genre: fluff | wc: 1400 | mlist

❀ MIYA ATSUMU !

Atsumu is a deep sleeper and it normally takes him about one hour or so to fully wake up, but when he realizes he’s fallen asleep mid-game, he immediately locks in. It makes sense since he’s the most competitive man you’ve ever met… but also what the fuck is wrong with him.

I think he realizes it’s a prank because you can’t stop laughing but he doesn’t even care because he wants to win.

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— Your boyfriend may be the deepest sleeper in the entire universe. When setting up the prank, you had dropped your phone on him, opened the deck of cards loudly, and turned on the overhead light— all while he snored peacefully. If you googled the phrase, “sleeping like a rock,” you’re almost positive a picture of him would pop up.

Shaking his shoulders forcefully, you call his name, “‘Tsumu! Wake up!” Frowning when he groans, still asleep, you shake harder, “‘Tsumu!”

Half lidded, he mumbles, “What’s goin’ on?” It’s cute, you think. His tousled hair coupled with the hazy look on his face. So cute that your choked-back laughter rises to the surface.

“Uno, babe,” You chuckle, “We’re playing Uno.”

“We’re playin’...” He drawls out, opening his eyes and finally noticing the cards, “Yeah, that’s right…” He says, sitting up in bed and setting one down. His expression is so serious that you burst into a fit of giggles, your face growing hot from the silliness of it all.

“What ‘re ya laughin’ for?” Atsumu pouts, gesturing with his free-hand, brows furrowing, “‘S yer turn now.”

Tears are forming in your eyes now. Wiping them with the sleeve of your shirt, you laugh softly, “We weren’t actually playing Uno. I pranked you.”

You expect him to whine in typical Atsumu manner, but instead, he shakes his head, still focused, “I don’t give a damn if we weren’t playin’ in the first place, we gotta finish.”

Now it’s your turn to be confused. Smiling at him in amusement, you chuckle again, re-explaining yourself, “No– I mean, we were never playing. It’s this trend on TikTok where–”

“‘S still your turn.” He repeats, cutting you off, eyes laser-focused on the game in such a way that you know he’s not letting this slide.

Sighing, you place a card down.

As soon as you do, Atsumu nods, satisfied, then leans back against the headboard, crossing his arms like he’s about to make his next big move.

You can’t help but laugh again. He’s ridiculous.

❀ TSUKISHIMA KEI !

You’re super thorough when setting up the prank, but unfortunately, your boyfriend’s lowkey chronically online so he catches on immediately. He thinks it’s a really stupid joke, but it’s also two in the morning so what does he know.

Crankiest guy ever when woken up, but he loves you, so he tries to be somewhat nice. You are literally the only one who can get away with doing this to him.

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— “Kei,” You say in a hushed tone, hardly able to contain your giggles. Lips quirked up into a sly grin, you tap your boyfriend gently on the shoulder– voice teetering on the edge of a whisper-yell, “C’mon, it’s your turn.”

His eyes flutter open and adjust to the light. He stares at you like you’ve just spoken to him in another language. Too tired to act irritated, but awake enough to know he’s annoyed, he mumbles, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

You gesture for him to look down, and when he notices the cards in his hand, he sighs. Without another word, he tosses them to the side and rolls over in bed, stealing a majority of the covers.

Nudging his back with your foot, you frown, “Don’t ignore me. It’s your turn.”

“No, it’s not,” He mumbles, voice thick with sleep and laced with subtle defiance, “Now go back to sleep.”

“What? But—“

“I’ve seen this trend before,” He cuts you off, sounding much too smug despite being drowsy, “Good try, though.”

Sighing, you start to clean the cards up, mumbling profanities under your breath. You can hear the faintest of snickers coming from his side of the bed.

“It’s not funny!” You pout, glaring at his backside.

“Yes, it is,” He replies, and you can picture the stupid grin on his face as he drifts back into a comfortable slumber, leaving you to stew in your Uno-induced defeat.

❀ AKAASHI KEIJI !

Keiji is a pretty light sleeper so you’re honestly surprised you were even able to set the prank up in the first place. I think it would be funny if you forgot to put his glasses on him so he literally cannot see LMAOOO.

Wakes up panicked because he thinks something bad has happened ;-; He is so sweetie pie…just let him sleep please.

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— “Keiji!” You whisper-shout, poking your boyfriend’s cheek, “Keiji!” 

He wakes immediately to the sound of your apparent distress, his mind instantly alert and anticipating danger. With panicked-filled eyes, he jolts upright, sheets pooling at his waist to reveal his black-shirt-clad frame, “What?” He gasps, gaze falling to you to ensure you’re alright, “What is it?” 

He looks so startled that you almost feel guilty for the prank altogether. 

Almost. 

“Everything’s fine,” You reassure him, barely keeping it together, you gesture to the cards in his hand, “But it’s your turn.” 

Only then does his mind relax enough to notice the Uno cards. His expression morphs from one of panic to embarrassment. 

“I’m sorry, love” He murmurs, rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes. Squinting at the cards, he sighs and lays them face down on the mattress, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” His voice is soft and apologetic– like he’s let you down in some way.

Okay, now you feel guilty. 

“Can we finish tomorrow?” Keiji asks, “Work’s been tiring from all the deadlines, and I really–”

The words die on his lips when you throw your arms around him and plant a kiss on his cheek. His arms wrap around you instinctively and he returns the kiss, albeit, a little confused, “What was that for?” 

Hugging him tighter, you mumble into his neck, “There was no game, it was a prank. I’m sorry.” 

Relaxing into your embrace, he chuckles, “I thought something was up.” 

“And you went along with it anyways?” You tilt your head, looking at him in amusement, “Why?” 

 “Because I like playing Uno” He smiles, pulling you closer. You can feel the cards press against your body as you lean into him, but you don’t mind. He kisses you on the forehead and looks at you in adoration, “And you.”

❀ KUROO TETSURO !

Kuroo sleeps with his mouth open and has the nastiest case of bedhead you’ve ever seen– which makes it kind of difficult for you to set the prank up without laughing. He also has a silk sleep mask laid over his eyes, and that doesn’t really help your case with being discreet, but you do end of successfully removing it before waking him up so he doesn’t get suspicious.

When he wakes up, he’s confused, but he goes along with it and probably wins because he takes card games very seriously.

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—“Tetsu,” You coo, tapping his arm gently, “Tetsu~” 

“Wha..?” He mumbles, looking at you, disorientated from being woken up so suddenly. His eyes glance from your expectant face down to the cards in his hand, and he wordlessly places a +4 down. 

Trying to contain your laughter, you snicker triumphantly as you place another +4 down in response to his play, irises shining with delight at how easily he’s fallen for your trick. 

He hums thoughtfully at this and you have to hold yourself back from cackling evilly. Your smugness is short-lived; however, when a satisfied look creeps over his face. It’s the kind of look he only gets when he knows he’s about to win. 

A feeling of impending doom washes over you when you realize you forgot to check what cards you gave him. 

“No…” You plead, eyes begging for mercy, “I thought you loved me.” 

“Sorry, babe,” He smiles, a picture of innocence as he places yet another +4 on top of yours, “Love doesn’t matter when it comes to Uno.”

Staring at the stacked cards in horror, you chuckle sheepishly, “You know– it’s late. Let’s just go to bed.” 

“No, no,” He says, grinning widely. For a man who was asleep moments ago, he looks more awake than ever, “I think I’m winning.”

–a/n: I have a WIP of this trend with Shoyo so lmk if you want a part 2 :). rq more characters if you’d like bc idk who else to write abt…

[akeiwrites]

tonkatsu and cabbages

featuring: tsukishima kei from haikyuu!!

cw: female!reader, housemates, college au, slow burn

wc: 1.2k

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oh, right. he's on a full schedule today.

the realization just dawned upon you as soon as you opened the apartment door, only to be greeted by darkness.

it was evening already, after all.

you made your way inside, leaving your leather shoes on the rack by the entrance. walking directly to your room, you placed your bag on the table before plopping your body on the bed.

the thought of sleeping crossed your mind after a quite exhausting day at the university. but then, you remember you'll be the one to cook dinner tonight because it's your turn to do so—and not for the reason that he's not home yet.

who's he? your housemate, who goes by the name tsukishima kei, is whom you have been living with for a few months now.

and so far being under the same roof as him, you have not encountered a single worry or problem. may it be about taking turns in household chores and such, as well as boundaries on matters.

“maybe i'd just cook tonkatsu…” you've decided and pulled yourself out of the comfort of the bed.

clipping your hair in a messy bun after changing your clothes, you made your way out of your room and proceeded to the kitchen.

you wore your beige apron and prepared the ingredients on the counter, thankful that there's fresh pork loin stored in the fridge—brought home by your housemate just the other day. condiments were complete as always so there wasn't really a problem about them.

with everything settled, you start to slit the rim sides of the pork, and then pound them to flatten. and after seasoning the pork with salt and ground pepper, you let it sit for about thirty minutes to absorb the flavor.

there wasn't any leftover rice from last night because your housemate already made them into yakimeshi (pan-fried rice) this morning for both of your breakfast. so you also needed to cook steamed rice for dinner.

afterwards, you washed your hands and thought of playing some music in the living room—where the television is located. some browsing was made before you finally picked to play an album of one of your favorite bands.

‘the black parade’ by my chemical romance.

knowing that the soundtracks would be quite loud as usual, you set the volume a bit low, enough for you to hear from the kitchen.

while waiting for the pork, you already prepared flour, panko bread crumbs, and beaten eggs in separate containers. other needed ingredients were also separated in pinch bowls.

but then you also realized there was something missing after noticing there indeed weren't any cabbages to be shredded. you could run to a 24/7 grocery store downtown, yes. if only your legs weren't just worn out today, but they quite are.

and as for messaging your housemate…

tsukishima kei is also a college student like you, the same university even. however, you don't really bump into each other on campus grounds because your buildings are quite far from one another. he's taking biology while you major in journalism. so that makes sense.

and another fact is that… you don't really have his number… or even know his socials so…

yeah, and you've been housemates for months. now isn't that interesting? kidding aside, it's not really a concern for you. but thinking about it, maybe it could be of use in times like this.

but then, if you happen to have his contact, how would you even construct a message? it's silly because you two don't even talk to each other that much. nonetheless if it's about rent, groceries, or anything related to the both of you living together.

you purse your lips and heave a sigh, picking up a broom to sweep from your room, to the kitchen, the living room until by the entryway to kill time.

‘cancer' started playing by the time you finished sweeping and it's the eighth song from the album, so you figured almost thirty minutes had passed already—a perfect time to coat the seasoned pork in flour, beaten eggs, and panko bread crumbs.

but before that, you first prepare a deep fry pan, pour in enough cooking oil, and turn on the induction. you started frying the pork when the heat was all ready for deep frying.

you were already making sauce for the tonkatsu as you hear a beep and a faint voice from the entrance of the apartment. “i'm home…"

the last soundtrack from the album just faded to end, that's why you were able to hear those small sounds from a distance.

“welcome home…” you casually replied, like you always do, accompanied by a slight bow.

you turned your body to the direction where you see the tall guy walking towards the kitchen in his plain white shirt and black trousers. he's wearing glasses, usual headphones around his neck, and his beige bag hanging on his shoulder.

seeing a sports tote's on his hand, you assumed he had volleyball practice since you're aware that he's already part of a professional volleyball team.

he entered the kitchen, walking past you to reach for a glass of water—your sense of smell catching his manly scent. you turned off the induction and cleared your throat before speaking again.

“i fried tonkatsu for dinner tonight using the pork loin you brought last time, but i didn't know we don't have cabbages stored anymore and i wasn't able to buy some…”

in the first place, both of you agreed how it was perfectly fine to use each other's ingredients, as long as it was stated to be alright doing so, ahead of time. so you had no worries in terms of cooking even without asking for another permission beforehand.

and it was the same for him.

“that's alright,” he responded after drinking, voice was the usual low and calm. you watch him place the glass on the sink and how he unzipped the bag on his shoulder after.

“but it's surprising how i thought of buying shredded cabbage just right down the street on the way home today.” a sealed rectangular plastic food container was taken out of his bag.

his arm slowly moved towards your direction, handing you the container filled with shredded cabbage mixed with some bean sprouts.

panic couldn't be helped when your eyes suddenly met his. you carefully reached out for it using both of your palms.

“thank you… tsukishima," you muttered and decided to give him a small but sincere smile. “you can continue with your routine, and i'll call you once everything's ready."

you saw how his adam's apple moved as he swallowed before turning his gaze to the side. “i'll help set up the table."

you couldn't help but chuckle lightly, noticing something different but you didn't dare pointing it out. “it's fine, i got this. you can rest for a bit."

“i'll just take a quick shower,” he mumbled that you almost didn't get his words, quickly turning his back on you afterwards.

you bit your lower lip to prevent yourself from smiling as you saw his ears reddening more.

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[asena-graywolf]

I’m Scared Without You

It was already past midnight. You were alone at home. Tsuki had a full-time job at the gas station and was on the night shift.

You hardly see your boyfriend except on weekends. Even if he did, he would come home tired and the most he could do with you was to eat. Then she would take a shower and go to bed. But you could meet in bed. Then Tsuki wouldn't be conscious either. You would watch him for hours while he was sleeping and when you were sleepy you would put your head on his chest and sleep.

And when you wake up in the morning, you'd wake up to an empty bed without it. You usually spent the day sleeping. Being alone at home for a long time made you depressed. You had a hard time even getting out of bed. You didn't even know what you ate or drank. You lost your appetite

Worse still, your paranoia had set in. You were starting to fear something for no reason. Especially when your boyfriend is on the night shift and spending time alone at home.

Your heart was in your mouth if the phone or doorbell rang. You would never open the door to strangers who entered your apartment and rang your bell. The many possibilities that could happen to you if you were hungry ran through your mind and even just imagining it gave you goosebumps.

Tonight was one of the nights when his fears started again. You went to bed and tried to sleep. There was a terrible storm outside. Lightning flashed as if the sky was splitting, and it was pouring rain. After a while, the electricity went out. You were about to lose your mind. You were trembling under the covers.

You reached for your phone on the empty side of your double bed. Even as you searched for Tsuki from the directory, your hands were shaking badly.

The phone rang for a while

“Come on Tsuki! Respond the my call now!” you're getting impatient

The answer you've been waiting for has finally arrived. You were a little relieved when you heard Tsuki's voice on the other line.

“Oh Tsuki! Finally!"

“What happened y/n? I am currently working”

"I know. I just…"

"Say what you have to say quickly, I have to get back to work"

“Tsuki…I am so scared at home alone. When you will come?"

“Offf y/n. Are you a child? Go to bed, close your eyes and sleep. I will come one hour later"

“Oh, it's like you don't know what condition I'm in. I've been like this for a long time"

You heard your boyfriend sigh

“Look y/n. I am very busy right now. The boss will be mad at me if I don't go now. Let's talk about these when i come back, okay?"

"But…"

"Goodbye"

Before you could say a word, he hung up and left you alone at home on this stormy night, alone with your fear.

You turned on your phone's flashlight and walked cautiously down the dark hallway to the door. You locked the door of your house from the bottom and the top 3 times. Insert the key into the lower slot of the door.

You knew that thieves could easily open doors with crowbars and the like. Even though the fierce storm outside scared you, you felt safe because the door was locked.

With the flashlight in hand, you looked at the fuses and didn't see any change. In this situation, you had no choice but to wait for the electricity to come.

You're back in bed. You pulled the duvet over your head and closed your eyes and tried to sleep on Tsuki's side. His fragrance permeated the pillow and it calmed you down a bit.

You were thoroughly mingled with the sound of rain and the scent of your lover on the pillow. It was over, you fell asleep without even realizing it. Until there's a loud knock on the door

You jumped out of fright. It was in your heart. Had Tsuki arrived? Tsuki always took her key with her when she left the house. In the rush you forgot that you locked the door three times from above and below. Who was knocking on your door at this hour?

You were afraid of being a foreigner. You quietly walked towards the door. When you looked through the hole you could see nothing but a phone flashlight.

His heart was beating in his throat. The door was knocked more forcefully. You were about to lose your mind with fear.

You walked away from the door and your phone, which was on silent at the time, vibrated. Fortunately, it was Tsuki who called.

“A-Hello? Tsuki…Tsuki, please come quick, there's someone at the door! I am so afraid"

Your voice trembled. Your rising pulse was pumping adrenaline throughout your body without slowing down. Tears began to flow from his eyes

“Y/N. Will you open the door?"

There was boredom in Tsuki's voice

"W-What?"

"I'm telling you open it. I'm locked out. I can't open the door with the key because it's locked."

You hung up the phone and ran to the door. You called from inside

“T-…Tsuki? Is it really you?"

Tsuki's voice echoed in the apartment

“It’s me y/n.! Who else will it be? Open that door, don't make me talk in the apartment at night! People will be bother.”

"Ok! Ok I'm opening"

Hearing his voice, you were now sure that it was Tsuki who was at the door. You opened the locks one by one and hugged your boyfriend tight as soon as he opened the door

“Oh Tsuki! I was so scared that I can't explain"

You clung to his chest and began to sob.

Tsuki's hands were full. She threw the bags in her hands on the floor and closed the door.

He couldn't stand your crying, even though it was childish for him to be afraid when you were alone at home. He hugged you tightly and patted the back of your head. He placed his chin on his head

“Okay, it's over. You stupid! Why do you scare yourself so much?"

He kissed the top of your head

“Don't leave me alone again! I'm so scared without you!”

His heart broke once again when he remembered that he had neglected you. In fact, he knew he was in this state because of her.

He patted your back and head to calm you down

"Sorry. I neglected you. I ignored that he was depressed. Forgive me y/n"

You lifted your head from your chest and looked at him with teary eyes

“Tsuki! Don't work in that damn job anymore! Why do you still value work when I need you so much?

She wiped her tears with two thumbs. He tucked his bangs behind his ear

"You're right. My fault. Nothing is important than you. If that will make you happy, I will resign. After all, you are the most precious to me. Just don't be sad"

“Do you really do it?”

“Have you ever seen me say no to you until now? Of course I will. You just want it"

You smiled slightly. He then took you to bed and wrapped the blanket over you. A few minutes after he went to the kitchen, he came back with a mug of hot milk.

“Take this and drink it. Warms up for you”

With trembling hands you grasped the cup he held out

You said "thank you" and took a sip of milk

"How have you been? Are you better?" ' he asked, sitting down in the space beside him.

"Yes. I'm a little better"

“There is a strong storm outside. The electricity is also out. I had to warm the milk to you in a tube. Judging by the storm, electricity has no future until morning. I must admit, I was afraid of the darkness of the apartment, too. It's like someone is going to attack me from behind at any moment."

You answered him as you sipped your milk slowly.

“And you would dunk in the face of the attacker. The real attacker should be afraid of you"

“Not that much,” he said with a laugh.

You had a little chat. After you finished your milk, you put the mug on the nightstand next to the bed

There was nothing left in him for fear. You could sleep well now.

Tsuki put on her pajamas and took off her glasses and put them on the nightstand. You lay in bed together. He pulled you to his chest on the bed. His hands started to run through his hair.

"Come on! Get some rest" and kissed his head

You muttered "good night" in response.

His caressing hands helped you fall asleep in no time. After loving you for a while while you were sleeping, he too closed his eyes and fell asleep.