“Something was off about those students when they finally stepped outside of the school grounds. I understand they went through a lot, having been held hostage with the price of salvation being someone’s life.
Though I expected relief, fear? Weakness, yet all I felt radiating off the students was contempt and malice.
But, who am I to judge them, God only knows what was reprogrammed in their brains after experiencing something so traumatic, you know?”
i was having an extreme moment of weakness. anyways do you think he would be a crystal girlie? your first thought might be no, but that is weak. come on girlies, think of it more. one of his besties would be yasuhiro. and byakuya is a manic pixie dream girl to me. he would be all like "ugh makoto i cannot believe you do not even know that amethyst is a gemstone with healing properties. you are a conniving little worm, but i suppose that is alright 😒💞" and makoto would be all like 😓
You'd expect the stern, analytical people-reader character to be cold and aloof, so Impostor authentically being a responsible and caring person is fun to me. Lookadisguy lovedisguy
what makes byakuya work as an antagonist for me is the fact that no one sees him as an antagonist. makoto is always just slightly inconvenienced by him, and finds his "i am a lone wolf and am a villain and terrible" to be more funny than anything vs hajime who does take nagito much more seriously
You know what sucks? Hinata went through with the lobotomy because he wanted to be a main course student, and Izuru wasn't even given the main course uniform. He was still wearing the same uniform that Hinata hated so much
I am sure that Tsukki, who is honestly making his own path, has encountered many "moments to fall in love with ballet" in high school, college, and even after becoming a professional player. And I think he is able to express his "joy" more openly than in the past ✨
𓆩☆𓆪 synopsis: as you and tsukishima navigate the early stages of your relationship, a hard conversation about your (barely) existing dynamic eventually leads into something more
𓆩☆𓆪 warning: inexperienced and virgin! tsukishima, halsey song titles, fingering, blowjob, sub!tsukishima, protected sex, fem!reader
𓆩☆𓆪 notes: first writing in two months, sorry if i’m rusty, but i hope you guys enjoy
𓆩☆𓆪 word count: 3 kei
𓆩☆𓆪 reblogs and interactions appreciated !
"so, like, what's your deal?"
"i don't know what you're talking about."
you turn, facing your body to your boyfriend, tsukishima.
"kei, we have been dating for awhile now, and during that time, you've barely spared a look at me. i'm confused because you were the one to ask me out. and of course i was happy about that! but every time we see each other, i can't tell that you're enjoying yourself. it's almost like you look…in pain when hanging out with me."
he's stunned to say the least by your words but quickly moves to speak. "i do find you attractive, believe me. it's just..."
"it's just what?" you press, eyes scanning every detail of his face. "did i do something to make you uncomfortable?"
there's a look of panic in your boyfriend's brown eyes and he shakes his head, frowning. "no, of course not."
you blow hot air. "then?"
he can feel his frustration boiling over, and it all just spills out. "you make me nervous, okay?"
"nervous?" you echo.
"nervous." he nods, looking away for a moment. "i...don't know what i'm doing. i've never done this before. it's well out of my comfort zone, to say the least." he explains, cheeks reddening. "dating hadn't even been something on my mind. but...with you..."
"oh," you breathe, feeling tension leave your shoulders. everything is suddenly so clear as you laugh. "well, why didn't you just say so?"
tsukishima frowns, wondering why you find the whole predicament funny. then again, it's you. you'll find any bone of misery funny to you. as long as it warrants actual teasing.
"i know you're not the best with your feelings, but we both have to try, right?" you explain calmly. "and believe me when i say i'm not trying to rush you. you just spend so much time in your mind, it's hard to tell what you're thinking sometimes."
he looks away and there's shame across his face. "i know, i'm sorry—i know i'm not—" he swallows harshly, looking away for a moment.
"it's alright, kei. don't beat yourself up about it. it's good we are having this conversation now, but you have to promise me to be more transparent about your feelings moving forward. no holding back, okay? i care about you and i honestly just want you comfortable around me."
he sighs. "i should be saying that. you already do a lot to make me comfortable, but i know i can be a handful at times, so—”
"i'm already really comfortable with you, though." you say, leaning towards his body.
he perks up. "really?"
"mmhm." you sit up and move to straddle his lap. his eyes go wide as you sit on him and you feel him go rigid.
"is this okay?" you ask, grabbing ahold of his hands. his palms are big and you can feel how clammy they've gotten from balling them up into fists.
he nods slowly, "y-yeah...that's good...this is good..." he closes his fingers around yours, giving your hand a subtle squeeze.
"good." you reply, staring at him.
tsukishima is pretty. very much so. he's tall and lean in all of the right ways, and has a distinct style that suits him well. his blonde hair always makes him standout more and growing it out suits him so well. behind his frames are a set of honey brown eyes that always make you shiver when they bore into you. he doesn't smile a lot, but when he does it's enough to make any girl weak in the knees.
and as you sit there and look into his eyes, one might think his gaze is unreadable, but a dusky look has settled in them and that makes him look almost predatory.
it's desire.
"why are you staring at me like there's something on my face?" he grumbles, frowning.
you know he doesn't mean ill and laugh, "sorry, i got lost looking into your eyes."
he rolls his eyes, silent. you can tell he wants to say something but doesn't.
"kei...what do you want?" you ask, letting his hands go to lean back slightly.
your boyfriend quickly becomes nervous again at your question.
"look at you, you're hard." you comment, hand moving over the bulge in his pants.
"you don't think i know that?" he snaps, before hissing as your hand palms him. he whines slightly and closes his eyes, trying not to think too far ahead. he slings his arm over his face, peeking out from under it to view you. "you sat on my lap, so what did you expect?"
"no need to be feisty with me, now," you smirk, "and no need to be shy, either." you sit up so that you're sitting on your knees before spreading them.
tsukishima nearly chokes when he sees your damp panties. "w-what are you doing?"
"showing you how wet i am for you." you breathe, "unless—"
"no, let me see." he interrupts, hand pushing your own out the way of hiding your lace covered cunt.
he looks down at the damp fabric and instinctively runs his thumb over the part covering your slit. you subtly arch up into his touch, wondering about the different possibilities his fingers can bring.
as tsukishima is learning most things, he becomes engaged and focused. and now he's figuring out what makes you squirm. to him, you're an experiment.
he can only watch so much porn and read so many reddit posts, but nothing will compare to the real thing. he can't stop looking at your cunt and the way it drools on his fingers.
your hand starts to paw at the tent in his pants, gaining chills as you know he's hiding something lethal.
"can i see?" you ask, eyes nearly unable to look away from his lap.
you can tell he's hesitant to pull his pants off, and you only smile at him.
"if it helps—" you move to pull your shirt off, leaving you in nothing but your bra.
his eyes fall right to your breasts, his breathing slowing as he looks over you. god, you're stunning. he doesn't know what's made you choose him over tons of other guys who fawn over you. but one thing he does know, is that he wants to see more.
you tilt your head. "do you want me to take it off?"
"fuck, please," he swallows, adams apple bobbing. his pants are way too tight now, he can practically feel the precum seeping a part of his boxers and knows if he doesn't do anything now, he'll have to change his underwear regardless.
silently, you remove your bra, baring your breasts to him. it's quiet and you know it's due to his nerves.
you wave your hand in his face, "are you alright?"
"s-sorry..." he clumsily slips down his boxers and pants at the same time, not caring to fully remove them. you take the time to take off your skirt and panties.
your eyes fall right to the sight of his cock, humming when the appendage slaps audibly against his stomach.
of course, if kei's cocky attitude had to come from somewhere, it's evident he has the size to back it up.
"cant believe you were hiding this for so long, kei." you say, breaking the silence between the two of you.
he shivers hearing his name from your lips, realizing you've never said it before in such an intimate setting.
your mouth quirks up when his cock reacts, and you don't hesitate to reach out and touch him.
"oh? did you like that? how i said your name?" your grasp isn't tight but he still gasps, not used to anyone else's hand but his own stroking his cock.
you lower your voice, leaning into his ear, "would you rather me moan it?"
"you're such a tease." he decides to fight fire with fire, and his hands reach out to graze your cunt. his hand shakes a little but prods your opening with his fingers.
"you're going to get the couch dirty leaking such a mess like a whore." he says without flinching. his eyes widen at the words that spewed from his mouth, but he feels your cunt clench on his fingers.
"oh? did you like that?" he taunts, slipping one finger in you. a small gasp escapes you and his ego grows.
"i didn't think you'd be into degradation." he speaks, a warm feeling washing over him.
"there's a lot you don't know about me. yet." you say. and before he has a chance to respond, you're leaning over to swallow his cock whole in your mouth.
"oh, shit—" he swears loudly, free hand fisting the sheets under him and fingers slipping out of you. nothing could've prepared him for the feeling of your hot, wet, mouth around him.
you pull away for moment, "has no one really sucked you off before?" you ask, and he blushes hard, looking away.
"you don't have to be ashamed, kei. i'm only asking. i'm not making fun of you for it." you reassure.
he sighs, "no. no one hasn't. why, does it matter?"
"no, i only ask because you have one of the best looking cocks i've ever seen. it would be a crime for someone to not take care of this."
he doesn't know how much more red he can get, but the way you're praising him and giving him compliments might make him die. he doesn't know how you're able to say such things, but remembers his words from earlier and the confidence and light feeling he had.
"and i guess it would be a crime for a mouth like yours to not be put to good use." he responds.
"you're not wrong." you smirk, tongue dragging up his shaft to his tip, making him gasp.
you take his cock back in your mouth, staying in tune with his body to see what he likes.
"fuck, you're good at this," he breathes, hand resting on the back of your head.
"i know," you quip, still grinning.
"less talking, more sucking," he hisses.
"if you're not nice to me, i'll leave you with blue balls kei." you warn, a teasing lit in your tone.
he glares. "you wouldn't."
"try me." you challenge, raising a brow. he's silent and you take that as his cue of defeat.
you reach down and start to play with his balls and a small yelp escapes him.
a look crosses your face, "did you not—"
"it's fine, i just—wasn't expecting it." he answers, "but...i wouldn't mind you doing it again."
"did it feel good?" you ask, free hand reaching to hold his own.
"it did..." he breathes, watching you repeat your earlier movements. he squeezes you hand back. a moan easily slips from his lips as he watches you kiss and lath your tongue over his balls before running up his shaft again. he thinks it's lethal how quickly your tongue and hand move in time.
you're worshipping him by this point, kissing up his thighs and leaving bruises on his adonis belt. the marks look so pretty on his pale skin.
"fuck, i-i'm not going to last—" he breathes, voice hitching.
you pull off of him, quickly moving to stand.
he frowns, "why did you—"
"you can't cum before getting a taste of the actual course, can you?" you ask, raising a brow. he knits his brows in confusion but watches as you move back to his lap.
"w-wait, you're not actually—"
"do you not want to?" you stop and start to pull away, but feel his hands on your waist.
"yes, are you kidding?" he interrupts, "i would never miss a chance like this." he admits, and feels you grab his shaft as you line yourself up with him.
he's abnormally pale as you do so, eyes wide with shock as you stroke his cock a few times just right. it scares him how you seem to understand his body so quickly.
"just relax, kei, i'm going to take care of you, alright?" you say, "just let me be in control, yeah?" you brush his hair back, planting a kiss on his forehead.
your boyfriend is uncharacteristically quiet as he nods, murmuring a small 'okay'.
you decide to start sinking down on him and close your eyes at the feeling of the stretch. he already feels so good with the way he fills you up.
tsukishima on the other hand, is paralyzed. he's paralyzed with fear, because he suddenly understands what he's being missing out on. the minute your cunt embraced his cock in a euphoric warmth he can barely describe, he knows you'll be the death of him.
"oh, fuck me," he swears.
"in a second," you mumble, causing him to glare at you. the look is quickly wiped off of his face when you seat yourself fully on him.
he swallows hard, feeling like his body is on fire at this point. why does it feel like he's suffocating right now? is he not supposed to be able to breathe?
he rests his hands on your waist, not sure what to do.
"you don't have to be scared to touch me, kei." you assure.
you reach up and slide his glasses off of his face before focusing back on adjusting on his lap. his cock fills you up so well and you don't know if he knows the potential he has to make you feel good, but you would explore it together at some point. today is about him.
tsukishima looks up at you in awe, watching as you start to grind yourself on his cock. you're looking down at him, eyes hazy as you use him to get off. it makes him twitch, knowing he's being used. he doesn't even think he cares if he cums or not.
but the minute you start to lift your hips and move, his brain turns off completely. his jaw goes slack and he doesn't know which senses he should be paying the most attention to.
the sight of you on top of him, tits in his face should be enough to make him cum, and the sound of skin on skin should set him off. but he doesn't want to have this end so quickly, especially if you hadn't cum yet. with how assertive you are and how you move on him doesn't make it easy, though.
"god, that feels so good baby," he praises, and the unexpected pet name makes you clench on him.
"it does?" you lean in, your lips ghosting his neck. your teeth nip at his skin before you start to kiss and suck on him.
"f-fuck, yes it does!" he moans, whimpering slightly. his hands move on their own, grabbing your hips as he starts to move his in time with yours.
you bring his hands up so that they cup your breasts. he slowly kneads and squeezes the flesh, groaning. every part of you is so soft it drives him insane.
"you're so beautiful, it's infuriating," he mumbles, frowning up at you with bleary eyes.
you feel your face burn at his comment and turn away, "you can't even see me properly."
"one, you took my glasses off, idiot." his large hand grabs the back of your head before he pulls you close to him, making your eyes widen.
"and two, i don't need to see you to know what i say is true." he says, eyes trained on you. almost as if he's waiting for you to challenge his words. “you’re so pretty on top of me like this.”
you're unable to protest as he kisses you. the movement is clumsy, yet passionate. you don't know why you're surprised how decent he is at kissing but you're not complaining.
you move your hips faster, bouncing on him now by this point. lewd noises echo off the walls.
"f-fuck, keep doing that. 'is so good..." kei moans again, nearly slurring his words. he groans against your mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure.
you hum against his mouth, the sight of him starting to crumble motivating you.
you're going to break him.
"i know it feels good." you plant your hands on his chest stabilizing yourself better. "do you have any idea how good your cock feels?"
tsukishima is beginning to be a moaning mess under you, finally unashamedly loud. he looks gorgeous the way he is—eyes half lidded and blond hair damp against his forehead.
"i-i'm—" he tries to warn you, but one small nip at his neck and he's unfurling fast and hard.
you use your own fingers to help bring you to your climax and you find yourself following right after him. the two of you groan, staring at each other intently as you go through your highs.
"shit, i'm so sorry..." he says, embarrassment seeping across his face at the realization. "didn't mean to do that."
"it's okay, i'm on the pill and it was only the first time, kei." you assure. "the more we do it, you'll learn to last longer." you assure, sliding down to lay next to him.
he blinks owlishly, "the more we do it?"
you tilt your head to the side. "yeah, did you really think this would be the last time?"
and it isn't until that question does tsukishima actually realize how lucky he is. he doesn't know if you're a gift sent from god, but he isn't complaining.
with a celestial body like yours and an experience like the one he just had, he's convinced you really might be god.
and in any case, he'd let you fuck him like that anytime.
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