#at the behest of a friend i am writing more smut to practice

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[revasserium]

Can i request 97 with tsukishima kei

hq!!reqs temporarily: closed ; all other reqs: open

send me a number a character and i’ll write you a drabble ;

97. sensual command tsukishima ; nsfw, 1,702 words

a/n: name-calling, edging, uh… tsukki being the sadistic bastard that he is??? 

��you don’t come until i say.” 

he cocks his head, a smirk drawing up the edges of his lips even as you writhe beneath him. your (his) shirt rucked up high, your bra long since discarded somewhere on the floor along with your skirt. your panties are pulled halfway down your legs and he glances at them before shifting just far enough to the side for you to kick them off. 

you bite your lips and pout up at him but he only quirks an eyebrow, as if daring you to challenge his unspoken authority. you huff, but avert your eyes, letting the heat seep into your cheeks as you shift your hips up to accommodate his fingers, long and thin and sure as they press into your already soaking pussy. 

two. slow. too slow. 

you let out a soft whine as he curls them inside you, probing for where he knows your g-spot will be, his thumb drawing lazy circles around your clit. 

he hums. 

“better keep quiet if you don’t want the whole house to hear.” 

his voice is seeped in sarcasm, and beneath the light of the table-lamp, you could’ve sworn you saw his glasses flash. 

he leans in, brushes his lips by your cheeks, his breath hot at your ear. 

“if you don’t want them to know what a whore you are. for me.” he draws back with a widening smirk as he begins to work his fingers between your legs, the combined pleasure and humiliation curling in your stomach enough to make your toes curl. you squeeze your eyes at the thought, try to bite back to gasps and moans working their way out of your throat, but you that you’re fighting a losing battle. 

kei always gets that he wants. and what he wants is to watch you fall apart for him, watch you beg for him, flushed and desperate and helpless. 

in the quiet of his bedroom, the sounds of his fingers pumping out of your slick folds is nothing less than incriminating. and you wonder if the walls of his room really are thick enough to keep the rest of the house from hearing every detail of all the terrible things he’s doing to you. the thought makes another hot wave of embarrassment crest through you and you let your head fall back into his pillow, gasping as he presses his thumb down over your clit. 

“eyes open. look at me.” 

he props himself up over you, his eyes searching your face. 

you pant, whimpering as he grins, leaning down to mouth at your lips at the very moment he presses a third finger into you, swallowing down your moans. he pulls back with a satisfied grin. 

“my brother’s back from work, y’know. he’s just next door. think he can hear you moaning like that? getting your cunt fingered?” 

and sure, you’d known that kei was something of a sadist, but now, it seems like the word is nowhere near strong enough to encompass the full spectrum of his sadism. you shake your head, your thoughts going fuzzy as he fucks his fingers into you faster, finally, finally picking up the pace, though you know in the back of your mind that it won’t be so easy. 

it’s never that easy. 

he grounds the heel of his palm against your clit as he quirks his fingers into your g-spot. your entire body arches off the bed, your mouth falling open, the white-hot fire flaring in the pit of your belly. you can feel it, tingling through your fingers and toes – but then, it’s gone. as quickly as it had come. 

and he’s lifting his fingers to his mouth, his tongue flickering out. 

he grins at the way you blush, brings his fingers to your lips instead, presses them to your mouth. 

“suck.” 

you do. the tangy taste of your own juices coating your tongue as you suck obediently on his fingers. you whine, your thighs squeezing, but he only smirks and leans down to kiss you, licking into your mouth with a low moan of his own. and it’s this more than anything that tells you he’s enjoying this far more than he’s letting on. 

you can feel the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against your inner thigh, and in a moment of lust-induced defiance, you roll your hips up against it. you revel in the way his own hips stutter down against yours, how he gasps against your mouth. 

but the next moment, he’s pinning your hips down with the palm of his hand, drawing back with a curious expression. he studies you, like a lepidopterist might study a new species of butterfly, pinned to a pillow before him. a grin curls along his mouth as he leans back down, his breath fanning out against your lips. 

“needy little cunt, aren’t you? always so thirsty for cock.” 

you whine, squirming against his hold. he tuts. 

“ah-ah-ah – hold still. or else i’ll leave you tied up here till after dinner with a vibrator set on low.” 

you still, swallowing as you blink dolefully up at him. he licks his lips, his eyes flickering over your face. a pleased smile breaks out over his lips and he presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to your mouth. 

“or, i could just edge you till you pass out.” 

your eyes go wide, and you make to sit up, shaking your head but he presses you back down, thrusting all three fingers back into you without warning. you keen, your thighs clamping down over his wrist but he forces them back apart with his other hand. and you know better now than to try and grab for him. 

he sets a brutal pace, fucking his fingers into you hard enough to sting, building you up till you’re gasping, panting, chanting his name in desperate whispers. 

“kei – kei – ah – nn – kei please i’m –” 

“close?” he asks, slowing his hand down to a leisurely crawl. 

you hiss, your hips jerking up to try and regain some of the tension that had been coiling up in your belly. you fist your fingers in the sheets, sweat beading along your skin as you fight down the urge to throw a fit. 

he chuckles. 

“ask nicely.” 

you lick your lips. “kei, please.” 

“hm…” he hums, cocking his head as if contemplating your request 

you let your head fall back onto his pillow with a desperate whine. 

“fuck me with your fingers, please – i’ll be good, i promise. i promise.” 

“aw, you can be a nice little slut when you need to be, hm?” he smiles, curling his fingers inside you again. your hips jump, but he doesn’t relent, working up into a steady rhythm again, till you’re nearly blind with pleasure, right on the precipice of tipping over. it’s so close you can almost taste it. 

he presses his lips to yours, kisses you till your head is spinning. 

“not yet,” he says, whispers, mouthing down your neck, sucking a hard hickey into the smooth skin there. 

“not yet,” he repeats, even as he draws quick circles over your already too-sensitive clit. you shake your head, your entire body trembling with pleasure and the pressure of trying to keep yourself from breaking. 

“kei, kei – i swear – please, god, just lemme – lemme come –”

you can feel him grin against the skin of your neck. he places one last kiss there before pulling back to meet your eyes. his own glasses nearly fogging up from the heat of your skin. he grins. 

“now.” 

your entire body tightens around him. vaguely you hear him groan at the way you clamp down around his fingers, milking them as if they were his cock. vaguely, you register him fucking you through your high, pressing kisses to your exposed neck and collar before nosing up the hem of your (his) shirt till he can latch onto your hardened nipples. 

you’re sure you’d made some sound loud enough to be heard throughout the entire house, but you barely remember, the sound drowned out by the torrent of pleasure crashing through you, wreaking havoc on your senses. you feel him pull his fingers from you, your hips dropping back down onto his sheets. 

he smiles down at you, brushes back a strand of hair sticking to your forehead. 

you feel him press his slick fingers to your lips once more. 

“be a good girl and clean this up, hm? it’s your mess after all.” 

you open your mouth and let him press his fingers into it, sucking them clean in a post-orgasmic haze. you lick your lips when he pulls them away, only to find his lips on yours once more. you briefly wonder if he likes the feeling of kissing your own essence from your mouth. 

“need a few minutes?” he asks, his voice no longer hard or teasing. you nod, your eyelids fluttering shut as you curl into him, burying your face in his chest. you can feel the shape of his hard-on still pressing against your thigh, and you move your leg lazily against it. 

after a few seconds, you lift your head with a smile. 

“think i can suck you off before your mom finishes making dinner?” 

his eyebrows hike up, but there’s pleased flush already tinting his cheeks. 

“dunno. what if you can’t?” he asks. 

you shrug, shimmying your way down to settle between his legs, tugging at the hem of his shorts. he lifts his hips to help you pull them off. his erection pops up, almost smacking you in the face. you wrap your hand around the base, and give the head a good lick. 

the way his breath hitches makes your chest tighten with pride. 

you fix him with a grin of your own as the dynamics between you shift. 

“guess you’ll just have to sit through dinner with a boner then.”