#tsukishima drabbles

[kentolove]

When Tsukishima gets comfortable, he really gets comfortable.

You learned that eight months into your relationship, when Tsukishima walked into the bathroom—with you on the toilet—heading for the sink to brush his teeth.

“Kei!” You nearly scream, clutching your chest to calm yourself down. “I’m using the bathroom here?”

“I can see,” he says, and you groan, throwing your head back in defeat. It really doesn’t help that the mirror is perfectly placed, in a way that allows your Kei to look at you directly in the eye while you sit on the toilet looking as unflattering as ever.

“Then leave? I can’t even piss in peace.”

“Why would I leave?” He puts the toothbrush in his mouth, “I’ve seen worse.”

“It’s impossible to argue with you,” you cry. And you’re right. Tsukishima Kei is insufferable, and he may be too comfortable with you already.

-

You learn Tsukishima has no sense of personal space soon after.

When he loves someone, his affection comes in odd ways. Sometimes it’s a flick to the forehead, other times it’s a teasing remark, and today, it’s him asking you if he could stay with you while you shower.

It’s not necessary the worst request, but when you consider the fact that he’s asking to sit on a stool and talk to you while you bathe, you find it a bit strange.

“Why would you even want that?” You ask him, all while you get ready for your nighttime shower.

“I just wanna be there.”

You shrug, tell him “sure”, and move on with your day. He sits on the toilet seat as you shower, recounting his day and all the small things that ticked him off.

“I never knew you could talk this much,” you laugh. He’s not necessarily the most quiet partner, but words are often few when it comes to your Kei. He’s more of a listener than anything, telling you how much he likes to hear your voice when you “bitch about everything.” (His words, not yours.)

-

Once you spend enough time with Tsukishima, though, you learn that he’s not evasive, just caring. He cares for you in ways you’ve never been loved before.

He shows you this when you feel as if you’re looking the Grim Reaper in the eyes, period cramps eating you away, and laying in your shared bed.

“Get up,” he whispers, careful to not yell for he knows how much you hate loud noises.

“Don’t talk to me.”

He knows it’s the cramps talking, so he only responds with a roll of his eyes.

“Okay,” he says, and begins to lift you off the bed. You nearly scream in shock, hitting his chest lightly.

“Put me down!” You kick your legs as he carries you bridal-style towards the bathroom. You know what he’s doing, trying to motivate you to not wallow in your pain, but you’re far too stubborn and in too much pain to care.

“Don’t ignore me!”

“You told me not to talk to you,” he retorts, gently placing you on the closed toilet seat and kneeling in front of you. “I ran a bath for you.”

You stare at him, head tilted to the side, and you wonder how you got so damn lucky.

“You want me to strip you, or?” He speaks up in the midst of your silence.

“Don’t be an ass.”

“That’s what I do best,” he smiles, lifting your hands up to remove your shirt (it’s his, really) from your body.

[hoejosatoru]

Idk why but I have been thinking about getting fingered by Tsukki like I know he’d be so good at it😵‍💫

He has you sat in his lap, legs spread, and his chin hooked over your shoulder so he can watch. He’s so mean and degrades you for getting so wet so quickly:( but he loves how it sounds when he fucks you with his fingers:( and he abuses your clit fr. Rubbing it, pinching it, slapping it. He loves how you squirm and moan about it being too much but it never stops him bc he knows you love it. He can’t stop until your squirted all over yourself and him and of course he’s gonna make fun of you for it meanwhile he could practically cum untouched watching come undone

[strawberrycheeks-and-glasses]

“Kei,” you whisper in his ear, waking up before him.

He’s laying on his side, his face, pressed into his pillow, relaxed and glowing in the moonlight that reaches through the window behind him. You don’t want to disturb his peaceful slumber, but he said he’d do anything for you.

And right now, you need him to keep his promise.

“Kei,” you sing his name. Brushing his long bangs off his forehead, neglected to focus on you and your needs, you press a soft kiss to his temple.

He hums against your touch, inhaling, deeply, though his nose. Slowly opening his eyes to reveal his sweet honey irises, he blinks at your smiling face.

“My love?” He says, his voice raspy and dry. “What time is it?” He swallows, turning in his back and rubbing his eyes with his long fingers.

“Midnight,” you whisper, cuddling up into his open arms.

“What has you awake?” He mumbles through a yawn. His eyes shut again, resting his head back into his pillow.

“You said if I needed anything I could wake you,” you remind him of his promise.

“And what do you need, love?” His fingers softly caress the curve of your shoulder, letting you know he’s here for whatever you need.

“Peanut butter,” you smile into his bare chest.

“Peanut butter?” He repeats, licking his dry lips.

“Yes, and maybe, a banana?” You look up at him, seeing his brows furrowed and his eyes still closed, he’s trying to process your requests in his sleeping brain.

“Peanut- oh!” His eyes fly open. “I see,” he laughs, putting two and two together. “Another midnight craving, huh?”

You nod against his shoulder as he turns his head to look at you, a small tired smile on his lips.

“Okay,” he sighs, shifting under you to sit up on the edge of the bed. “One order of peanut butter and a banana, coming right up.”

You watch from your side of the bed as he stretches his arms over his head, twisting his back and yawning into the late night. Flicking the bedside light on, he searches for his glasses, placing them on his face as he stands.

He looks down at you with tired eyes, and leans over his side of the bed to press a kiss to your forehead. Then moves down to kiss your stomach.

“Daddy will be right back with your snack, little one,” he smiles, petting your small bump.

“Daddy loves us,” you whisper to your bump as he walks out of your bedroom to find your midnight craving.

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[souichieatr]

meeting their teammates

with suna r. tendou s. tsukishima k.

a/n: i think i'm going through suna withdrawals guys

suna

suna had texted you before practice that he forgot his water bottle and he'd rather die than drink the water fountain at the gym so you decided to surprise him with a water bottle from the corner store. opening the door as quietly as possible but still making a loud squeak, peaking your head through, the manager of the team turns their head to you. running to you so the practice isn't disrupted.

“hey there, what can we help you with?” they say sweetly with a smile.

“i'm sorry to interrupt, i was just wanting to drop this bottle off for suna rintaro , he forgot his” you say, holding the bottle up. they nod their head turning their body to face the coach, the manager makes a gesture with their hands and the coach nods. the coach yells that the boys could take a 15 minute break.

“suna rintaro could i get you here for a second” the manager yells for your boyfriend. hearing the mocking “ohs” makes you giggle. suna drags his feet as he walks to you two making eye contact with you he perks up a bit.

“hey what are you doing here?” he asks quietly as he pulls you into a hug.

“i got you- can't b-breathe rin” you try to say but sounding more of a wheeze as he squeezes you. chuckling at your reaction he lets go and steps back.

“hm?”

“i got you this” you say trying to catch your breath handing him the bottle. his manager laughs at the gesture as they walk off. he grabs the water bottle making sure to graze his fingers against your soft hands.

“WHAT YA GOT THERE SUNA RIN?” a voice starkes you both from behind him. leaning your head to the side to see who it was. “ohh is that a gift suna?” he says again.

“what if it is? jealous?” suna says turning around to face the blond, turning back to you. “this is atsumu” he says as you nod your head.

“hi im y/n” you say, reaching your hand forward as a friendly gesture.

“THIS IS YER GIRLFRIEND?” atsumu grabs your hand and shakes it, “he talks about ya all the time and he rarely ever talks” he talks as a small circle of guys form. suna hesitantly introduces everyone as they all welcome you in the gym.

tendou

he's asked you so many times to come to one of his volleyball practices and meet all his teammates. you've met ushiwaka a handful of times as him and tendou hang out a lot. you had forgotten you left your headphones in tendous backpack and before practice he'd told you to stop by to pick them up. let's kill two birds with one stone he had said. approaching the metal door you try and shake the nerves off.

“you wanna open it or just have us burn out here?” you hear someone say as they snicker, startled you turned around.

“you could use some color so you can stay” you say as you smile at him.

“you're no fun” he says pouting but he quickly leans down and kisses your cheek. “would you like me tan?”

“i'd still like you if you were bald”

“you must really love me” he says wrapping his arms around you, leaning down but a gasp from behind you makes you stop. tendou looks up and starts to hold back a laugh. “yes goshiki?”

“oh uh im sorry for you know-” goshiki stutters, letting go of tendou you turn to the boy.

“hi im y/n you're goshiki?” you say giving him your hand as you smile at him.

“goshiki this is my partner” tendou says ushering goshiki closer to you two. goshiki shakes your hand giving a weird look to your red haired partner.

“he talks a lot about you! he's really proud of the progress you've made” you say as tendou whines. goshikis eyes widen as you start to look at tendou with a smirk.

tsukishima

he'd forgotten his sports glasses at his desk he had texted you when he got to practice complaining that he had left them. sneaking back into your homeroom and grabbing the glasses from the desk you make your way to the double doors leading into the gym. opening them and peaking in a couple guys you've never met look at you but you spot yamaguchi and he too looks over. his eyes widen and he tilts his head to the side. you assume that's his way of asking why you're there. holding up your boyfriends glasses he nods his head and he jogs to the other side of the court to the coach. the couch says they can get some water and you watch yamaguchi approach tsukishima and points at you, watching yamaguchi’s hand you and tsukishima make eye contact. walking to you at a fast pace he scoots the two of you outside.

“you better have a good reason why you're here” he says, shutting the door behind him.

“oh hush i didn't come here to embarrass you i thought you would want these” you say gently holding the glasses in your palm as you stretch your arm out to him. he looks at your hand and widens his eyes then smirks.

“didn't know you cared so much” he says taking them.

“don't make me trip you-” the door opens, pushing tsukishima closer to you, he grabs you gently, pushing you back so you don't get hit.

“TSUKISHIMA YOU BASTARD SNEAKING OFF TO MAKE OUT WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND?” a guy with a buzzcut started shouting and followed behind him was the rest of the team.

“YEAH TSUKISHIMA YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED” another one shouted this time with dark hair and one strip of blond.

“we're not making out and if we were it really woulndt be any of your business” tsukishima says with a sigh still not turning around to face his team.

“cmon tsukishima at least introduce us” another guy asked his jersey saying ‘1’.

“yeah tsukishima you don't want to be rude” a guy with gray hair said. tsukishima sighed again, turning around slowly with a deadpan expression.

“sorry tsukki i tried blocking the door” yamaguchi said with an awkward smile. you laugh at the interaction between all of them seeing your boyfriend in trouble was quite funny.

“hi im y/n i'm a first year” you say moving from behind tsukishima and giving them all a wave. most of them waved back and offered a welcoming smile. the two boys that shouted hid behind the guy with the number 1 jersey on and were just watching you.

“okay you all introduced yourselves and y/n has to g-” tsukishima was cut off.

“yeah glasses? not going to introduce your girl to your coach?” a blond guy in sandals stepped out. tsukishima glared at him and sighed again.

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[sir-kuroo]

.—002 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡ { TSUKISHIMA KEI }

one of TSUKISHIMA's university goals is to ruin the sassy student librarian and break all her rules; by the way, it’s you ◇ PART ONE - TWO (complete)

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⋮ rivals to lovers, library sex, deep throat, chikan, creampie

Tsukishima never thought things would escalate to this. Insane, irrational, preposterous; yet he didn’t really feel remorse, guilt or even disgust. No, he couldn’t bring himself to not when your fingers and lips were wrapped around his throbbing cock, your tongue twirled and head bobbed as you took the entirety of his length into your mouth.

His fingers tangled around the strands of your hair as he bit his lower-lip fighting any sound from escaping or else it would be humiliating. You looked up at him and saw his reddened face, contorting as if he was trying hard to control himself and his hips from not thrusting against your mouth. This gave you a good amount of confidence to tease him.

“Mu you meel ngood?” Your words were muffled as you slid your hand and mouth against him, your drool dripping from the side of your lip.

He smirked. Just because you’re blowing him so good, it didn’t mean he’s vulnerable and had lost in this little dirty game you play. Never.

Fisting a bunch of your hair, he controlled the movements of your head as he thrusted in and out of your mouth.

“Hngh-“ Your eyes widened at his sudden boldness. Your hands reached for his ass, squeezing and seeking balance with the way he was maneuvering your head. Tears pooled at the edge of your eyes and your pussy got even wetter, getting excited at the thought of his dick digging you deep just how his tip was hitting your uvula.

Tsukki felt the heat crawling up his face. He’s close! So close yet hearing your whimpers had brought him back to his senses. He swiftly pulled out from your mouth and took in how helpless up you looked like.

Cupping your face, he wiped away the wetness from your mouth, a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum. His thumb softly caressed your cheek as he made you look up at him. Your teary eyes met his hazy ones and he felt a little bit of guilt. Maybe he went too far. His lack of inhibition had only proven how badly he wanted you.

It looked like he wasn’t the only one who messed up though. He looked on the floor and saw a pool of your own arousal. This hardened him even more and he felt his cock twitched at the sight. He gulped. Seeing you all lusty for him like this was a “go” signal for him to continue.

Tsukki couldn’t be more thankful of either Bokuto-san or Kuroo-san for sneakily slipping a packet condom in his jacket. Though he thought it was ridiculous at first, he never thought the day would come that would be of use. He lowered himself and whispered in your ear, “You made quite a mess. Looks like you’re not fit for the job.”

Before you could even retaliate, he abruptly slid inside your pussy, your legs wrapped around his torso as you embraced him tightly.

“Oh god…” you breathed out. He had both of his hands supporting your thighs as he he rammed inside you deep and long. His height was indeed a tell-tale sign of how lengthy his cock was. You tried not to let any sound escape but you couldn’t stop the tight-lipped whines from coming out.

Wanting more of him, you snapped your hips and met his thrusts. You just craved him deep, deep inside you and he knew how much you’re hopelessly trying to as he felt the same. He’s aching to have all of his length wrapped around your walls, so he stood up and pinned you to the shelf with his body.

“Ahh, ahhhmn-“ You buried your face into the crook of his neck as you felt the uncontrollable urge to moan due to the pleasure brought by your new position. It didn’t help that Tsukki heard footsteps approaching.

“Shhh…quiet. Forgot your number rule?” He hissed under his breath. “I think you should be punished for this.”

“No, mhm~”

He shut you up with a kiss as he bent his knees a little and thrusted into you upwards, hitting you deep and hard just the way you like it. He grunted against your lips, a sound heard by a student from the next aisle.

The student tilted her head as she felt frightened. This area of the library was the less visited one and was not really well-lit. There were many stories about this section yet she didn’t believe in them. She shrugged the idea off and went on to pick one of the books from the shelf, when she started hearing thuds that kept getting louder and louder. Eventually, a book fell on its own. Scared, she ran for her life.

Tsukki sighed in relief as he heard the footsteps dissolve. Now, he could solely focus on banging you against the shelf until all the books come falling. His hands were probably leaving a mark on your supple thighs as his hold became tighter.

His long upward strokes was making you lose your mind that you reached out from one of the racks, shoving some books to the floor in the process. The shelf swayed as he drove into you with full force.

“Tsukki! Tsukki!” You let out and bit his neck to cover your cry, feeling your orgasm approaching, while he hissed, nails digging on your bare skin. Both of you finally releasing the pent-up tension that was long overdue.

You both caught your breath as your pussy parted from his cock. Your eyes trained on him as he slid the condom off. God, you couldn’t even remember when he put it on. Also, you were surprised that he actually had one.

“What?” He asked, breathlessly, while zipping his pants. You just shook your head and put your panties back on.

“Go on, I’ll clean this up first.” You told him, pointing at the books that were knocked off the shelf. Much to your surprise, he didn’t go anywhere. Instead, he went closer to you, removing his jacket and wrapping it around your waist. He won’t definitely allow you to walk around with damp skirt, torn stockings and his hand prints on your thighs.

You looked at him in admiration and noticed the bite mark you left on his neck. You reached out for the spot and looked for yourself if you had any article to cover it. Tsukki rubbed the area and sighed, “I’ll take care of this.”

“A-Are you sure?”

“Yeah…” He replied, taking out his headphones and slinging it around his neck. You tiptoed and adjusted the item at the right angle and he held your face, taking your lips for a swift kiss.

“T-Tsukki?” You asked, wide-eyed.

He turned his gaze away. “It is what you think it is.“ He picked up a book on his way and said, “I should go now.” You nodded your head with a bright pink tint across your cheek.

From that day on, different students shared their own experiences of the library ghost. Some theorized it to be a vengeful spirit while others thought it was all just for clout.

“Are you okay?” You asked one of the students while you tried to pin close your blouse after losing some buttons.

“I just heard cries…” She whispered to you and pointed at the one of the sections. “Right there.”

You blushed and feint self-assuredness. “It could be the ghost.” You reasoned out, as if it was the truth.

Tsukki approached from behind you, commenting, “It’s already 21st century and you still believe in things like that.”

“Why don’t you go home, Tsukishima? You must be tired.” You shot back.

He scowled then let out a fake chuckle. Leaning forward, he placed a book in front of you and said, “I don’t think so.” He moved away and headed out of the hall. You opened the book and gulped when you saw that he slipped inside the two buttons he snapped out of your blouse.

The story about the library ghost didn’t stop. Cases such as lingering weird sounds, falling books and quaking shelves were very common that it instantly became an urban legend along with the rumors that you and Tsukishima were dating.

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[ciwzing]

the first time you suggest kei to wear contact lenses instead of glasses was when a volleyball ball had accidentally landed on his face hard, leaving an indent of his glasses around his eyes and a cruel bruise on his left eye that made him sat on benched for a few match.

Though he refused with a furrowed brows, and a little shake of his head saying "I doubt an accident like that would happen again." and that's that.

the second time was when he whined and complained about the sunlight and why he can't wear sunglasses since he won't be able to see shit anyways, you had said first "why not just have those transition lenses" you heard him scoff and see him rolling his eyes by your words.

"it's impractical and cost more" he retorted back, you look at him dumbfounded, he say it's expensive but doesn't blink an eye to spend money if it's buying you things. "then wear contacts instead" you said to him, you could only hear grumbles under his breath and words of refusal.

you sighed and asked him why he was so disagreement of wearing contacts, he only stayed silent not answering your question, he didn't want to admit that the thought of something like contacts touching his eyes scares him, he cringes at the thought of putting contacts and touching his eyes to get it out. Besides that it takes a lot more effort to put on than glasses,

the third time was a finally the time you had successfully convinced him to put contacts, though you weren't the one who asked but him instead surprisingly.

he had watched you get ready in the morning sitting in front of your mirror, clipping your hair back to put on your contacts. he eyed you in amusement as you successfully put on your contacts on the first try, that's where he got up from your guys bed, still shirtless only wearing loose sweats that's hanging dangerously low on his hips, showing off the band of his boxers.

you watched him through you mirror as he approached you from behind, you greeted him good morning earning you a low hum from him and a raspy morning. bending down to your sitting position to give you a small kiss on your cheek, eyeing both of your reflection in the mirror.

"mind putting contacts on me" with his words, your mouth went agape, looking at him if he was sure and it wasn't his sleepiness just talking. seeing that he was dead serious, you smiled brightly before standing up from your seat and drag him to sit on it instead, opening a drawer to grab another set of contacts. sitting on lap to have a better view of his face.

he grumbled saying you hadn't need of sitting on his lap but his hands that's already resting on your thighs is enough for you to know he doesn't really mind.

"Don't look at me like that, I won't be able to focus and put this on you properly"

"What do you want me to do then? Close my eyes"

"You know what, shut up instead"

Kei concluded that if it means you can sit on his lap everyday to put those stupid contacts on him, he might just wear those instead of his glasses instead.

________________

Bonus!

"Fuck, I wouldn't ever trust you going near my eyes again, I feel like im gonna go blind any second"

"Don't be dramatic, you were moving you eyes so much thats why I had to put it so many times"

"I wanna go back to my glasses.."

[heartsoji]

Hello. If Requests Are Open I Have One. Tsukishima, Suna And Kenma With A Reader Who Is Kinda On The Thicker Side (Thick, Not Chubby) So She Gets Sexualized And Catcalled A Lot

HQ BOYS WITH A CURVY S/O

a/n: yes! thank u sm for submitting a request ☺︎

warnings: swearing, guys (not the hq guys) way overstepping and making reader feel uncomfortable, fem reader

tsukishima, suna, and kenma x reader

TSUKISHIMA KEI

when something happens to you, he shows his protection subtly, but he really really cares about you

would attack the weirdos and people jealous of your body

he wouldn't be the "don't worry babe, i can fight" kind of attacking guy, but the "beat them up mentally until their spirit is broken" kind of attacking guy

you were doing your work diligently at your desk when suddenly, one of your male classmates stopped at your desk.

"goddamn, girl. being serious is great and all, but would it kill you to show a pained expression every now and then?" he rested his hand on your desk, covering part of your paper.

"pardon?" you asked, not quite comprehending.

"i mean," he smirked, "can't imagine what you'd be like under me if you're so serious all the time. have you ever even felt pain?" he paused. "i can show you great pain and pleasure, babe. just gotta say the word."

you froze, speechless. how were you supposed to respond to that? whilst you were trying to come up with a response, you saw kei getting up out of the corner of your eye.

"well, cutie?" your classmate grinned widely before sliding a finger down your back, making you cringe in disgust silently. "how about it?"

"i-"

"don't you have anything better to do?"

"huh?" the guy turned around to see kei towering over him, a nasty glare in his eyes.

"i said, 'don't you have anything better to do?' are you deaf, or just stupid?" kei asked, an annoyed expression present on his features.

"what the hell are you talking about? you're just a cocky brat, aren't ya?" the guy snarled. "man, i hate people like you. so much confidence with nothing to show for it."

kei paused. "i apologize. i was unaware that you hated yourself that much. things will get better, i promise." he mocked, patting the guys back, causing an angry vein to bulge out of the guy's forehead.

"haha, very funny." the guy muttered. "bitchy beanpole brat."

"alliteration! very good!" kei applauded with a smile before sending him a death glare that could freeze lava. "but seriously, are you such a loser that your ego won't allow a hit?" he then leaned into his ear. "she. isn't. interested. scram. you're just making a fool of yourself at this point."

the guy looked around and noticed everyone staring and whispering, clearly judging him for his creepy ways. he angrily stormed out of the classroom, with kei calling out a, "nice talk! let's do it again sometime," on his way out.

once the guy was fully out of the classroom, kei grabbed a chair and put it next to yours at your desk, plopping down his work as well.

"thanks, kei." you whispered a bit shakily.

he simply gave your hand a reassuring squeeze in response. "let me know if that loser gives you anymore trouble, ok?" he whispered back. "i'll beat him to a pulp." he followed up, a terrifyingly murderous intent in his eyes.

he then gave a smile, though it was still terrifyingly murderous-looking. "verbally, i mean."

SUNA RINTARO

another guy with a tongue that could slice boulders

hes not quite as mean tho, instead choosing to go with the more "protect my girl" stance rather than tsukkis "belittle them and make them feel like tiny little idiots who have no worth" stance

he'd try to embarrass the hell out of them

he's good at manipulating people, after all. he finds their weaknesses in an instant and uses it to his ultimate advantage

and also

he loves your curves

so

much

he'd definitely come over and like place his hand on your hip or ass or smth to mark his territory

bro hes the only one who gets to say how much he likes your ass?? um who tf is this other dude

he'd probs also try and cause a scene or incorporate humor to make you feel better

you were scared

a guy from the inarizaki cheering section had been staring at you ever since you entered

though you weren't absolutely positive, you felt like you could feel his eyes scanning your curves, and it made you feel like curling away in disgust

you'd lessened your cheering ever since you realized that the screaming made your tits bounce, and his eyes were practically burning a hole through them

once the game was over, you quickly dashed off from the stands to meet rin at the bottom, but the same guy met you down there

"so, hey, i was just thinking that you're like, really hot and have a great body, you know? and not to brag but i kinda have girls drooling on my abs left and right. if we got together, we'd be the ultimate power couple! whaddaya say, doll, hm?"

you scanned the room, looking for rin, but unfortunately, the coach was giving a talk, so rin wouldn't be able to come right away

"um, thank you for your offer, but i have a boyfriend." you politely declined.

he put his hand on your shoulder, and you could feel his thumb searching for your bra strap. you leaned away uncomfortably, but he gripped your shoulder and pulled you back.

"hey, now, its ok. don't think that i didn't see the way you were showing off these pretty assets of yours to me on the stands. you were practically shaking the things in my face! i can take a hint, you know. don't worry. i understand women. you were hinting at wanting to get with me, right? i get it! promise i won't be mad if we start dating the minute you break up with whatever loser you're with right now, doll. i don't need to wait."

"i-"

"hey, bun."

you whipped around to see suna rintaro not-so-gently shoving the guy off your shoulder and wrapping his arm around you, placing his hand right at the curve of your hip, giving you butterflies.

he directed his attention to the guy hitting on you. "'sup."

the guy stuttered for a few moments before regaining his cockiness. "this your girl? sorry, man, but she was actually just hitting on me. she aint loyal enough, i guess."

"the hell?! no i wasn-"

"she definitely wasn't." rin interrupted. "she'd never be into a piece of garbage like you."

a vein popped out of the guy's forehead. he grabbed the collar of rin's shirt.

"say that again."

rin opened his mouth, and for a moment, you thought that rin was going to retaliate, but instead, a piercing shriek ran through the air.

a baby's wail? a crying girl? a dropped mic? no, it was 6"1 inarizaki high middle blocker suna rintaro.

every head in the area turned, and suddenly, at the negative attention, the guy ran off in humiliation, calling out some insult towards you like "you weren't even that hot, by the way" on his way out.

once he was gone, suna picked you up and ran to somewhere with a bit more privacy

once he had found a spot he had deemed private enough, he engulfed you in the biggest, tightest hug, burying his head in your neck

"'m sorry that happened, bun." he murmured into your neck. "and 'm sorry that i interrupted you earlier, and i'm sorry that i wasn't there sooner, and im sorry that i didn't punch that guy in his pathetic, ugly-ass face."

you hugged him back. "it's ok, rin." you squeezed tighter. "i'm just glad you came."

"anyways, at any rate, he had no right to look in your direction, nonetheless insult you!" you felt his fists tighten. "pisses me off."

"and also," he added before moving his hand downwards to squeeze your ass, "i'm the only one allowed to call your body hot. everyone else can just fuck off"

you giggled and sighed into his locks. "ok, rin."

KOZUME KENMA

he wouldn't be one for words

he'd just glare daggers into the other guys body and then drag you away

he liked to call it a tactical retreat

"hey, what grade are you in?"

you looked up from your phone to see a group of what seemed to be some middle school boys circling around you, with what seemed to be their leader approaching you.

"pardon?" you were a bit taken aback. what was even going on?

"shy. cute, i'm into that." the boy smirked. "class 3-2, izumitate junior high soccer team captain, sato emiko."

you froze. junior high? you were being hit on by junior high boys?

you really tried not to, but suddenly, you burst out laughing. "sorry, sorry, but, well, junior high? i'm a 2nd year in highschool!"

you expected him to back down after that, but to your surprise, he kept going. "an older girl, huh.. well, it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. and if im being honest, i don't see why it would." he grinned cockily. "i am a catch, after all."

"sorry, i'm not interested." you declined, trying not to break his junior high heart.

to your surprise, he smirked and started approaching you. how cocky was this kid, anyways?

suddenly, he grabbed a handful of your thigh, though he was quickly met with a slap from you.

"come on," he said, walking towards you. "i know you want me."

but before he could reach for a handful of tit, he was interrupted by kenma shoving his way through the crowd.

he gently took your hand and smiled softly at you before glaring daggers at the boy and walking away.

"h-hey!" the boy stuttered, clearly a bit flustered. "you can't just walk away! who do you think you are?"

kenma turned his head to give another death glare that definitely sent chills down that kid's spine. yeah, the boy would definitely see that in his next nightmare.

once you two were out of earshot, kenma turned to you. "hey, you ok?"

you smiled warmly. "yeah. thanks for getting me, ken."

he turned away. "they were just a bunch of cocky middle schoolers. honestly, where do they get the nerve?"

the rest of the way home, kenma added in abrupt complaints about what had happened throughout the conversation. though he didn't say it, you knew that he was actually kind of scared to grab you out of there, despite the fact that the boys were "puny" and "weak," as kenma had described. you knew that though he wouldn't say, he was worried about you and was caring for you, in his own, unique, kenma way.

[opallllhehe]

I can just imagine mean tsukishima, ugh it makes my imaginary dick so unbelievably hard (≧∀≦)💗

Mean tsuki never letting you cum. You’ll be a panting mess, basically crying on his dick as you look up at him through tear soaked lashes and he’ll give you the benefit of the doubt; the sweetest smile he can muster up after playing with your pussy for an hour, and whisper oh so sweetly in your ear that ,“Yes, yes. You can cum. it’s okay sweet girl, I’ll make you cum.” He pats the side of your face and your eyes light up, new found relief pulsing through your veins as a few more tears roll down your face.

“Yes— yes! yesyesyes-” Your eyes roll back as your nails dig into tsukishima's shoulders while he bounces you up and down on his dick. God, he feels amazing inside of you, scraping against your plush walls and hitting that spot so deep inside of you (I know you know what I’m talking about) that it hurts but feels so good. Along with a little clit rubbing and it sends your body rushing towards your climax. Your hips jumping erratically against his hips, his big hands clamping onto your sides so tightly you could feel them already starting to hurt. Your so so close, leaning your head against his chest and throwing your arms around his neck, you could feel it so prominently the force of your climax coming in waves, it’s there oh god it’s,

“No, no— Kei! You- you said I could! Please, Keii—! How could you d-do—”

Gone.

“Oh my poor baby, M’ so sorry my hands must’ve slipped. Didn't mean to pull you off, whoops.” You were clenching around air, slick coating your inner thighs as you breathlessly cried out.

And he would make promise after promise, but never let you cum.

“S’ sorry angel. So, so sorry. Dnt’ mean to.”

“Oh, my bad.”

“Shh, s’ okay baby. M’ sorry let me put it back in, you can cum this time, okay? Promise.”

“Ok, last time.”

“This is really the last time. Mk’ I know that m’ sorry I said it 13 times already. I’m sorry, you can really do it this time, promise.”

[nimbus2k2]

Morning

She opened her eyes to the pale morning light flooding in the small room. 

It took her some seconds for her brain to register where she was. Not her bedroom in her childhood home in Miyagi. Also not her dorm room on campus in Tokyo, which she shared with two others from her faculty. It was her boyfriend’s small apartment in a less rowdy quarter of Sendai. On his cozy bed. 

Normally she wouldn’t sleep too well in an estranged place, but perhaps the late night exhaustion and the comfort of her lover had lured her into a good night's sleep.

The day before, taking advantage of some days off, she headed home from Tokyo for a visit, then hopped on the train to Sendai to see Kei. Their distance relationship meant a lot of trips back and forth between Tokyo and Sendai for a day, or just several hours with each other.

Kei and she both liked making the most out of the time they could physically spend together by doing something chill. This time it was strolling around the neighborhood and talking. Their didn’t return to his place until the moon and stars had come out, until no public transportation was operating. It was too late for her to travel back home, nor for them both to keep their heavy eyes open. They just collapsed on the bed, haphazardly pulled the blinds, not even bothering to check if they had been down all the way. They were too exhausted to even put themselves in proper postures, just crashed in whatever position that felt comfortable enough. 

Now in the morning, coming back to her senses, she became aware of Kei’s presence on her left. She woke up to find them facing each other, her hand in his, like how otters snuggle together on the waters. 

A relaxed, peaceful expression adorned his face. His illuminated blond hair shined like a halo under the light flowing through the half-down curtains. His slightly parted lips carried the ghost of a contented smile. The sunrays softened his features, his cheeks, his jawline, his nose. 

Kei was beautiful. Almost ethereal. 

Oh what a view to wake up to. 

She wanted to twirl his strands between her fingers, poke his cheeks with the rough pad of her index, but decided against it to admire him in his sleep a bit more. 

Several minutes went by, he stirred from his slumber. His fingers curled around hers, his lips quirked up into a small smile, his lashes fluttered open letting the tender morning sun flow into the golden brown eyes. Sleep was still embedded in those gems, even more so mesmerizing without his glasses on, and also in his raspy voice.

“Hey, [Name].”

Oh this man was gonna be the death of her.

“Hey, Kei.” 

“Slept well?” Asked him, still in that weirdly attractive groggy morning voice. 

“Yeah. Really well actually.”

“Is it thanks to me being here?” He chuckled softly. 

She shuffled closer to him. “Maybe.” 

His fingers rubbed soothing circles into her knuckles. His sleepy eyes looking at her were so loving, so tender. In all these years, those eyes had always given her butterflies. 

“I love you, Kei.” The fuzzy warmth inside her turned into words. 

His beautiful smile grew all the wider. 

“I love you too, [Name].”

The next few minutes passed in the comfortable and peaceful silence of the early morning. How she wanted to just halt the moment. 

Kei slowly pushed himself up from the mattress, and stretched his arms. A sliver of his abs peeked from under the white fabric of his shirt. She had to resist the urge to place her fingertips on the exposed skin. 

As if sensing her intention, his gaze fleeted to hers and the corner of his lips curled into a smirk. 

“Enjoying the view?” 

She gave him a kick to the leg underneath the blanket. Now that the sleep had gone from his being, his sass had come back to take its place.  

“You are much cuter when you’re sleeping.” She glared at him. 

“And you think I’m hot when I’m awake.” 

She opened her mouth to retort, then closed it again, because he was right. Asleep or awake, she loved him anyway. 

“Okay, yes.” She pressed the pillow to her face to hide the blush surely forming on her heated cheeks. “Unfortunately.” 

He just gave a hearty laugh, then offered his hand. “So, up? I’ll make you some toast.” 

Which she happily took, “Let's make some coffee too.” 

[torhues]

tsukishima kei.

"you're crying," tsukishima speaks over your soft sobs filling the atmosphere around an empty staircase.

"thanks for noticing, idiot," even though your throat is soar and you're barely in a position to say something, you manage to utter words of delightful gratitude, or insult, whatever fits the situation better.

he sighs, and you feel him sit next to you. to be honest, he's the last person you expected to see at the moment, and also the last person you wished would see you in your current state.

you don't have anything against again, not at all, but neither of you can stand each other's presence, especially you. perhaps, it's the way he refuses to compromise, or the moments he straight up calls your ideas stupid and lame, always getting on your nerves. tsukishima isn't a half bad student, but he sure is the worst project partner you could've been assigned.

another sigh escapes his lips. "if you would tell me what happened, maybe i can help,"

"yeah, no thanks, asshole," you reply.

"i don't see the need to call me names when i'm being nice to you,"

"jesus, tsukishima, i don't want to talk to anyone right now so please leave me alone," there's annoyance in your voice, hints of anger in your eyes, a frown on your face while you try your best to compose yourself and not break down.

it doesn't faze him.

tsukishima doesn't even blink. in fact, he looks at you as if he's used to seeing you this way. his eyes are still brimming with indifference, or maybe there's a little bit of emotion— warmth— you don't know, it's hard to figure out. reading him is hard because on other days, tsukishima doesn't seem to care.

he takes a deep breath, pulling out his phone from the pocket before leaning against the step behind him. "guess we're staying quiet,"

and you don't know why he doesn't leave.

the typical tsukishima would be with his friend or in a corner of the classroom, sitting by himself with air-pods plugged in. some say he listens to crime podcasts while others have seen him re-listen to the lectures, which could be the reason behind his excellent grades. on normal days, he would call you stupid for minor miscalculations in mathematics, suggesting that you should sign up for remedial classes before it's too late.

maybe, it's the significant change in weather today that has got him acting this way. maybe, he just needs someone to kill his boredom and coincidently, you happen to need someone who would lend you an ear.

"i broke up with my boyfriend," you begin, eyes on the gray tiles, voice low enough to equalize a whisper. "well, he broke up with me, and even though i said that i fucking hate him and that i'm better off without him, it hurts, y'know?"

tsukishima sighs again. it's a lighter one this time, like a sigh of relief, a sigh without stress, a sigh of comfort. you wait for him to speak but, all you hear is silence. for a second, you wonder if it was a wrong decision to tell him this in the first place, and the reason is far beyond the ideologies of sharing your weakness with your biggest rival. to put it simply, you don't think tsukishima is the right person to find comfort within.

he slips his phone back inside the pocket. "you curse a lot when you're angry, or upset,"

"is that what you inferred from everything i told you?"

he shrugs. "perhaps,"

"gosh, i new this was a bad idea," actually, you thought it was a good idea to share a few things with him, just for a brief second. of course, this isn't the only decision you'd be regretting, but you still hope you could go back in time and stop yourself while you still had the chance.

you grab your bag, swinging it up your shoulders before taking a last look at him, hoping he'd say something else, something worth noting instead of initiating pointless talks. when nothing comes your way from his side, you decide to leave on your own accord, for your own good.

"crying over men is lame," his words make you halt in your way. "just saying," and it's surprising and equally fascinating to hear something along those lines from his mouth.

"i know," you chuckle, "but, some of us have it tough out there,"

"you're not some random person. you decked your friend's ex because he cheated on her," first things first, you don't know the need to bring that up. you were in first year and had subpar hatred for people to cheat on their significant others— still do— but the current you wouldn't deck someone. and secondly, you don't know how that has anything to do with your relationship.

"hey, now, that was a different case,"

"you can deck your ex too," he states with a monotonous voice, being ever so serious and certain of his words as if they're wedding vows. "i don't see how that's any different,"

a trail of silence follows. you almost consider his words, almost, and brush off those thoughts from your mind the very next second. you take a look at his face, wondering if he's joking, but reading tsukishima has always been so hard, you don't know if his eyes resonate with a mere prank or if they spell something else out loud.

"minato treated me well, tsukishima," you retort, "i don't know what's going on in that head of yours but, don't make any assumptions,"

the slight necessity to clarify your relationship compelled those words to fall off your lips. although, you did broke up on bad terms, the period while you were with him wasn't half bad. you both had your share of happiness and sorrow, arguments and comfort, just like any other normal relationship would. maybe that's why now that you've broken up, it hurts more, and perhaps, the reason is not him but instead, everything that the two of you had.

"well, you've got other guys out there," once again, tsukishima's words pull out of your thoughts. his expression is ambiguous and his gaze mirror something that you've never seen in his eyes. you take your time to come up with a response, knowing that while his words means more than what they seem to.

and when you don't say anything for the next new seconds, tsukishima stands up, taking a step towards you. "i'm saying, you have me,"

[kentolove]

“dump your bf if he’s never given you flowers before”

He tries to console himself.

Really, he does.

He tells himself that it’s really not that serious, and all you did was like a tweet saying to dump your boyfriend if he’s never given you flowers before.

Has he ever given you flowers?

He thinks of your one month anniversary, then your six month, then your one year, then your two year anniversary, and how none of them were spent with a beautiful flowery confection in your hands.

He recalls your first date, how it was spent inside a small cafe where you both spilled your hearts to one another. He knows he never bought you any flowers. Yamaguchi proposed the idea, but he quickly shut him off with a, “what kind of bullshit is that? It’s only the first date, that’s too… romantic, I guess.”

Fuck, he should’ve listened to him. Yamaguchi is never wrong. Never.

He’s learned his lesson now.

The next time he sees you (an excruciating ten minutes after he’s seen your liked tweet) he sits you down on his lap.

“What’s this for?” You smile, and it’s that pretty one that nearly makes Tsukishima melt down to the ground.

“I have a question.”

“Okay,” you grab his cheeks into your two palms and squish his face together. He normally hates the action and immediately pushes your hands away, but he doesn’t have time for that now. Not when you’d break up with him for not buying you flowers.

“Would you ever break up with me?”

Your head tilts to the side in genuine confusion. Break up with your Kei?

“Don’t think too much into it.” He flicks your forehead gently. He can already tell your train of thought, and how you tend to overthink every detail of your life, so he slows your brain down.

“Uh, maybe if you cheated on me? But I think I’d kill you before I broke up with you, yeah.”

Okay. Yeah. He’s fine with that answer. He can live with that.

Maybe he can’t.

It’s been nearly a month since he last asked you that question, and it still haunts him to this day.

He thinks that maybe one day you’ll come home and tell him that you’re sick of him, that he doesn’t deserve you, and you’ll pack all your bags and leave.

It stresses him out so much, that he vents. He vents. To Bokuto Kōtarō of all people. (He’s gone mad!)

Bokuto does the most Bokuto thing you’d expect, and gives Tsukishima the most obvious answer.

“Well why don’t you just buy them flowers then?”

“It’s not that easy, dumbass.”

“I think it is… I mean, you’re sad you haven’t bought them flowers, so buy them flowers. Problem fixed.”

He leaves the conversation utterly dissatisfied. Until the next day, at 3AM, Tsukishima Kei has a eureka! moment.

“I’ll just buy them flowers!”

(He jolts out of bed with a force so strong that he wakes you up.

You groan, sleepy and with drool at the corner of your mouth, “what are you yelling for? Go back to bed, Kei.”

“Yeah,” he whispers, to nobody in particular, “I’ll just buy you flowers.)

He leaves the house that morning, at around 9AM with a mission in mind. He’s going to the flower shop.

-

Tsukishima enters the small store with hesitation, staring at all the beautiful plants and flowers with skepticism. Which ones would you like? What if you’re allergic to the one he picks out?

“Hello? How can I help you, sir?” A nice lady with a baby pink apron approaches him. She smiles, and Tsukishima thinks he’s being far too dramatic. It’s just some flowers.

“Uh, I’m looking for flowers that send the message of ‘I love you’ or something like that.”

The lady smiles even brighter.

-

Your boyfriend walks into your home with a bouquet of red roses and baby’s-breath blooms. The arrangement is huge, big enough to cover the entirety of your Kei’s head.

“What’s this?” You ask, when he approaches you and places the roses on your lap.

“They’re for you.”

“Really?” Your eyes are as bright as he’s ever seen them, as dazzling as the sun in the sky.

And he can’t believe that he’s deprived himself of this. Of seeing you so happy over something so mundane—so simple—that your eyes shine brighter than all the lights in the night sky.

He loves you. And you love your Kei. (And those red roses, too.)

[tokeio]

9:36pm tsukishima kei

genre: fluff

word count: 1.1k

“Uno.”

Your gaze shifts from kei then down to the deck of cards, your jaw dropped in disbelief. “How the fuck?”  you can see the smirk on the blonde's face in your peripheral view. Cocky bastard.

“There’s no way you just won for the 5th time!” 

“I'm just that good…and you're a loser.” he boasts as he throws his last card onto the deck, stretching his arms to rest behind his back as they hold up his weight. He slightly tilts his head to the left as you stare at him with a scowl on your face, his smirk only widening. 

You roll your eyes at his smug expression while mentally cursing yourself for the butterflies that swarm in your stomach at the sight of it. “Whatever I give up.” you let your body fall to the cold wooden floors of your bedroom, your knees pointing to the ceiling.  

“Like losers do.” Tsukishima lets out a soft laugh as you raise a middle finger to his view from your resting position. It's a laugh that brings stars to your eyes. stars you hope he can’t see.

But he does. Because as you lie idly on the ground, Kei is sitting up enjoying the neutral expression on your face and the comforting sounds of your small breaths. He takes the chance to take you in while you daze off. The tiny white tank top you're wearing that's risen just enough to reveal your waist. The pink Sanrio pajama shorts that fit loosely around your thighs but so snug around your hips. He silently scolds himself for how his eyes linger at your curves for a while longer before shifting his gaze back to your face. Your position only allowed him to see from a certain angle, one you'd say was unflattering. But he can't help how his heartbeat races when your nose flares so gently as you as you breathe, when he can see just how plump your lips are while imagining how soft they’d feel against his own. Or even how the frames of your questionably large glasses sit on the bridge of your nose. He adores all of it. 

And maybe it's the realization that he adores you that has his breath caught in the back of his throat. One that's suffocating and fighting to be released as Kei advises his body against it. And maybe if you hadn't distracted him from his mental battle with your pretty soft hums, of a song you’d had stuck in your head for a week now, Kei would have won that fight. He would’ve kept that breath in the back of his throat and managed to deal with the dread that came from doing so. But he lost. 

So he falls back  to the floor in defeat, mirroring your same position before he lets out a frustrated sigh and calls out your name. 

“Hm?”

“Would you hate me if I told you I have feelings for you?” 

His question has you quickly up on your elbows, mouth slightly parted as you stare at your best friend. “What?”

He can feel regret start to fill his body, so he shifts his arms behind his head as if to make the feeling more bearable. “I have feelings for you” he pauses, taking a deep breath. “And i think i can tell you only now” pause. “c-cause you look so damn pretty with those glasses that are way too big for you and your obnoxiously cute hello kitty pajama shorts.”

You find yourself slowly sitting up as he continues to speak. “And I don't want anyone else to swoop in and make excuses just so they can stare at you like I do.” 

“Kei-” 

“I'm just telling you cause I hate keeping secrets, you know that.” the words rush out of his mouth, saving him from whatever you were going to say to kindly reject him. “You don't have to respond. In fact, we don't have to ever talk about this again, we can forget about it and-” he’s interrupted by your sudden grab of his shirt, pulling him up and very close to your face.

“Why don't you ever let me talk?” your voice comes out as a whisper. 

Kei is quick to shield his coy demeanor with a playful defense, “cause who knows what your dumbass might say if i-” 

This time, it's you shutting him up. Tsukishima can feel the warmth blossom in his chest as your lips capture his, the warmth of your hands on his jaw making him lose consciousness of his surroundings. The kiss is delicate, your lips tenderly lapping over his own in such a slow pace that has him fiending for more. His hand goes to rest on your hips, squeezing the plush skin that lies there as he leans into your touch, pressing your bodies as close as they can get. His eagerness brings a smile to your lips, one he devours as he seals your lips together once more before you pull away. 

You're both breathless. His hands are still on your hips while your arms on his shoulder, your fingers softly rubbing against his neck. You give him a small smile. “You should kiss more and talk less.” 

BONUS!

“This doesn't mean I'm your girlfriend now, just so you know.” you state. You're comfortably seated on Kei's lap, your legs wrapped around his waist as his arms hug yours. You let out a giggle at the confused look on his face. He only blinks, waiting for you to say more. 

“Want you to ask me properly.” you explain as you comb your hands throughout his hair, noticing how he leans his head forward as you do. “What, you want me to do some grand gesture like laying roses on your bed that asks you to be mine?” His words are spoken with distaste. But unknowingly to you, if roses on your sheets was what you wanted, he'd do it. He'd do anything you asked.

He lets out a small ow as you flick his forehead. “I didn't say that, idiot. Grander isn't always better. The classic bouquet with a love note sounds nice.” 

You assumed your words would go in one ear and straight out the other, so you didn’t expect him to actually ask you. But the next morning, when you were woken up with harsh knocks from your doorstep, you were proven wrong. Because there stood your undeniably charming blonde, with a bouquet of flowers in his right hand and a card with hearts on it in the other. 

I think flowers are stupid and that you’re ridiculous. But you’re pretty so I'll let it slide.

                                                                               - Love, kei.

[strawberrycheeks-and-glasses]

You Don’t Even Know My Name

Tsukishima x You Drabbles (on ao3)

Rated 18+ MDNI | female reader

“You’re such an asshole,” you grunt through your teeth.

He’s got you pinned up against the wall in bathroom of the club he works at. The deep bass of the music vibrating through the walls, tickling your hard nipples as he presses his hips against your ass.

“That’s the name of the game, babe,” he laughs in your ear, licking up the curve and breathing heavily into your hair.

The club is called ‘@hole,’ pronounced asshole, and is the first of its kind where the bartenders insult you and the dancers flip you off, a dumb gag to attract tourists. And all night, while your group of college friends kept ordering drinks, he would make snarky comments to you. Calling you dirty little whores for taking down three shots, one after the other. Saying that your mouth is open for business.

“Fuck you,” you grunt, rolling your hips back on his hard cock.

He had cornered you in the hallway on your way to the bathroom and shoved you into the single stall. You had been eye fucking him all night, matching his snark and playing along, almost begging him to find you in the dark hallway.

“Is this what you wanted, huh? For me to fuck you in this disgusting club?”

You feel his teeth sink into your bare shoulder as he grinds his dick between your clothed ass cheeks. The fabric stunting the friction you so desperately crave.

“Fucking get on with it,” you spit, grasping behind you at the waistband of his tight jeans, urging him to take you right here.

“Shut the fuck up, you little slut,” he growls again. “I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll forget your own name.”

Panting against the cold stone wall, you hear him undo his pants and then his hands are on your thighs, dragging them up, agonizingly slow, under your skirt. Your panties are already soaking wet as he pulls the thin fabric aside.

“Fuck, you’re already dripping for me aren’t you, you fucking whore,” he groans as you feel his fingers slide through your wet slit, rubbing your lips and jutting his long middle finger inside of you.

“Fuck,” you breathe agains the wall, your lips dragging down the flat surface as you tense around his finger. “Hurry up, and fuck me,” you moan, unable to wait any longer.

“Think you can handle it? Your sweet little pussy feels so tight around my finger,” he muses, licking the teeth marks he left behind on your shoulder.

“Fuck. Me. Asshole,” you annunciate, rolling your hips back with each word.

“Oh, you’ve done it now, slut,” he growls in your ear, coating his rock hard cock with your slick from his fingers and lining his tip up to your hole.

Without any hesitation he thrusts his entire cock into you, forcefully shoving in every inch, to the base. You yelp and clench around him, hearing him groan behind you.

“Yes,” you breathe, pounding the wall with your fists as he pulls out and fucks you harder against the wall.

You feel a hot wave of pleasure building in the pit of your stomach as he slams into you over and over. One hand lifting your thigh up to fuck you deeper, the other laced between your fingers as you press into the wall.

Arching your back, your head falls onto his shoulder and he kisses your parted lips, wet and messy as he licks the moans out of your mouth.

“Fuck me harder,” you beg as his hips slap against yours. The lewd sounds being swallowed up but the loud music in the background.

“Don’t tell me what to do, you slut. You’ll take what I give you,” he hisses, turning you around to face him. His hands fall from your hips to grab your ass and lift you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

Shoving himself back into you, deep and hard, you gasp against his lips. Letting him bounce you on his cock as you pull at his long blond locks, turning his head to press hot, wet kisses on his neck, moaning into his skin.

“Kei,” he mumbles, groaning as you clench around him, so close to your climax.

“Wha?” Your brain can’t comprehend what he said as he fucks you so good back into the wall.

“My name,” he pants. “Say it. I wanna hear you scream my name when I make you cum.”

Your eyelids flutter as he shifts your hips, pressing against the sweet spot inside of you, trying to will your mind to form the letters of his name on your lips.

“Kei,” you moan in his ear. Feeling his hips thrust faster and deeper inside of you as he grips your hips, you feel the pressure about to explode as his demands you to say his name again and again, hitting that deep spot inside of you each time you say it.

“Kei, I’m gonna-“ you shout, tightening around him as he feels his own orgasm rip through him.

Holding you in his arms, you huff a laugh, making him whip his head up and glare at you. “What the fuck is so funny?”

“You don’t even know my name,” you laugh, hopping off of him as you adjust your skirt.

“Yeah I do,” he smirks, pulling up his pants and buttoning them back up.

“Oh do you?” You smirk back at him, continuing to play his little game.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Slut,” he winks at you.

“Fuck you,” you shake your head at him, thrusting your middle finger in the air as you unlock the door.

“You just did,” he calls after you.

“Come find me on the dance floor,” you say over your shoulder. “If you wanna know my name.”

Later on the dance floor, you feel familiar hands wrap around your waist from behind you. Leaning back into his chest, you let your head fall to his shoulder.

“So?” He whispers into your ear. “What’s your name?”

Running your fingers through his hair as you slowly dance against him, you close your eyes as your lips meet his, ignoring his question.

“Did I really fuck you so good, you forgot?” He laughs, gripping your hips and pulling you back into him even more.

“Shut up and dance,” you whisper, grinding on his already hard cock again.

[basilly]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐘

|| ➼ boyfriend things

characters: tsukishima, iwazumi, yamaguchi, & akaashi

warning: no pronouns, fluff!

a/n: more characters coming soon! | part 1 here !

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tsukishima found himself thinking of you whenever certain songs came up in his shuffle. immediately, he would click 'add to playlist', selecting the one labelled 'idiot <3'. later, he would show you the new ones he added, subtly asking you to look at it. over time, the playlist was far too long and he had to make a second one. (aka 'idiot pt 2')

playlists is his little love language. instead of asking you out, he showed you a "playlist" that had titles lined up to say "will you go out with me?" (to which you would take a picture and frame FOREVER). some nights with tsukki consist of long hugs and listening to the playlist, soft kisses placed on your nose in the dim light of his desk lamp.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ yamaguchi loves the mere sight of you. studying every little feature, he thinks you're so perfect. he knows what it's like to be insecure about imperfections so he makes it his goal to let you know how much he loves everything about you. he will rest his forehead against yours and tell you how stunning you looked, or a very specific compliment. he's so cute you can't help but move forward to give him a kiss.

with yamaguchi, life is full of little gifts that reminds him of you- it could be a flower from a bush or a cute snack he saw after practice. he makes sure you are well cared for, reminding you to bring an umbrella if it's going to rain or offering his scarf to you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ akaashi, the saviour, was always there for you. as you always struggled with the small clasp on jewelry, akaashi often came to your aid. nimbly securing it around your neck, he places a soft kiss on your shoulder when complete while wrapping his arms around your waist. humming, he admires how amazing you looked in the mirror in front of you.

he can only think about how lucky he is, every little breathing moment, to have someone like you. everyone says you have him wrapped around your pinky finger and he would be lying if he said he wasn't. one day he wishes instead of having to clasp a necklace on your neck, he would be able to slide a ring on your finger.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ iwazumi makes sure you don't forget anything in his own little way- by leaving little notes for you around the house. it's as simple as a sticky note on the mirror with "don't forget your packet of papers!" that was essential to your presentation. if you're REALLY forgetful he puts a million around the house in order, knowing your daily routine.

he would definitely leave a couple others around the house for you to find as a little scavenger hunt. "hey look you found this one! you looked amazing today :)" it's so simple but it warms your heart and gives you that crush rush feeling. you savour each and every note, placing them in a little box. you wouldn't show him though, he'd turn red at the thought of you rereading them out loud to you.

[rinsaint]

Can you do headcannons of when the haikyuu boys ( specifically iawzumi, Suna, sakusa, and tsukkishima) realized that they love you and all they want to do is to love you and kiss you and touch you ( interpret how you want ( spicy ) )

A/n: so i just decided to make this fluffy headcannons because we all need some fluff in our life <3 Also im not good in really writing sakusa so i didn’t include him !!

Cw: nothing really, just mentioning of kisses !!

SUNA: He has always known that he had loved you. You were his childhood friend and to him, one of you were bound to fall for one of each other. But it seems that suna had fallen first. Suna had given a bunch of hints to you, sharing food with you, letting you paint his nails, letting you put his hair into two pigtails for godsake. But you still were so oblivious. He just wanted to be with you. He wanted to know how would it feel to hold your hand, to cuddle with you, to just kiss you. He imagines kissing you so many times, it’s embarrassing. He wants to hold your cheek and kiss you until you both lose your breath. He wants to kiss you to see that beautiful smile on your face. He just wants you.

IWAIZUMI: Now this boy has had a crush on you since freshman year. You’re just so sweet and nice to him and his heart goes ba dump ba dump everytime you talk or touch him. Oikawa is actually the one to make him realize his feelings for you. He doesn’t know wether to tell you or to keep it to himself. He gets so grumpy and a bit jealous when other guys are over friendly with you. He just wants to be with you so bad but he doesn’t know how to approach the situation. He wants to do all the cheesy things couple do. He wants to take pictures with you, go out with you, kiss you. Oh god he would give anything to kiss you. You’re just so pretty and he just really loves you.

TSUKISHIMA: This dude tries to deny his feelings for you for so long. I see you two being childhood besties. His mother, your mother, hell even yamaguchi, tells you both how cute you are and that you two would make a cute couple. And everytime without a fail, his face heats up mumbling something under his breath. Tsukishima will probably never admit it but, he possibly could have a thing for you. Yamaguchi points out that he’s more nicer and softer to you than he is with everybody else and it has him thinking. He does only share his headphones with you and the thought of sharing it with anybody else has him scowling, he clicks his teeth whenever some guy asks for your number and compliments you. And he also remembers your favourite shows, music artist, and celebrity crushes to his dismay. He also stays up at night with you until 4:00 pm, just talking about random things. oh. Maybe he is in love you.

[fwunn]

HI GUYS HES TALKING ABT YOU BTW, HE LOVES U

I didn’t know how to make him ramble about you without it being inclusive to only a specific group so i just didn’t add text at all so he could be talking about ANYONE !!

Anyws extra update: they forgot to get my laptop charger so i’ll be drawing on my sketchbook soon! Though I think its better for this series to be completely digital because I want it to be clean. MORE TSUKKIS ON THE WAY ILY ALL