HE TASTES SALTY || Tsukishima Kei
mentions of jealousy, swearing, smut, fluff, degrading, degradation kink, cheating, finger penetration, fingering, sexual tension, begging and squirting.
✧˚₊‧───────────‧₊˚✧ ꒰ Boss x employee ꒱
— "Do you really hate me that much?" Your voice was slurring, maybe because of the constant alcohol you couldn't stop drinking just after tasting one drop—but you didn't care. Everything that had been happening between you and Tsukishima was too much.
It happened too fast, you came to work, and suddenly once again left alone with him with the late passes of papers—then, a can of alcohol was placed on your table. Tsukishima wasn't one to drink, but he did drink when he felt that he needed to get rid of something he desperately yearned for—like you.
Things that he could never have.
Someone who could never be his.
You weren't his and how he hated it, much more than anything in his already damned life.
He never really took something that wasn't his, but how he wanted to take you. Tsukishima yearned, so much that he wrapped his hand around his long cock while the other held a picture of you to jerk off on. He was drunk on you and no alcohol could never compete.
"I never said I hated you..." He scoffed, forcing away the smirk that slowly lifted on his lips when he saw you already lost in your own emotions. So vulnerable, so lost, so ready to be his.
"You're so stupid to think that." He took a sip again, brows raising when you let out a small irritated huff, face flushed, breathing heavy and most importantly, out of it. "Stop lying—" Both of you turned to the sudden ring of your phone.
All Tsukishima saw was a name next to a red heart, it didn't take long for him to figure out who it was. How annoying, just when things were getting good, your dumb boyfriend came in calling as if he actually cared you and not just your paycheck.
Was he tipsy? Yes, was it an enough reason for him to just lean in forward, push your phone away from your grasp and end the call? No. Tsukishima couldn't care less, he was here, he was the only one who you needed be looking at and tonight—and he would make that happen.
Before you knew it, his lips touched yours, fast and quick—as if he was afraid that you'll run away if he made it slower. This was wrong, so wrong—but why did it felt so right? You resisted, placing your hands on his chest in attempt to push yourself away, only for his hand to grab them using only one.
"Stay still, (L/N)." Tsukishima breathes out, unable to control the urge to push his tongue inside to dance with yours. This was a blessing from above, and you were his prayer.
Tsukishima wasn't the only one who felt the heat, no—You were feeling it too, the shameful heat that desperately tried to escape ever since you saw him for the first time in years. Your feelings for his didn't falter after he rejected you during high school, no, it grew more desperate.
Your heartbeat was loud and wetness pooled between your thighs, but that wasn't enough to distract you from your phone beginning to ring again. You snapped your head to the sound, breaking the kiss Tsukishima was so lost in.
His large hand gently but firmly cupped your jaw, squishing your reddened cheeks until your lips flushed. "Look at me, (L/N)." Tsukishima pushed your phone off the table, making it drop the down the floor.
Just when you were about to let out a protest, his free hand slid inside your skirt like a sinful snake seeking its desires. You let out a sharp breath, too drunk, too tipsy, too lost in him to even do anything but whimper out a failed objection.
"You say that but your body doesn't want the same thing." He chuckled out before grabbing your lips and pushing you down to his lap. He could stare at you all day and still lie about being captivated. His fingers itched towards your wet clothed core while your body twitched in response, feeling his long hard cock bulge through his pants. Tears forming on your eyes, too overwhelmed to push him away and scream at him.
"Fuck, (L/N), I didn't expect you to be such a dirty little thing." Your eyes roll just from his fingers sliding your pink cotton panties to the side to finally feel your wet sloppy walls. You could only shake your head, unable to accept the fact that you were in such a pathetic state—that you could turn like this with his fingers only.
It was unbelievable how Tsukishima could turn you into a desperate little thing just in seconds when your boyfriend couldn't even get you horny. Fuck it, being lost in him wouldn't hurt...right?
A wet squish rang inside the office walls. He finally shoved them in, without a warning—Tsukishima thrusted those two long pale fingers inside your tight pussy, spreading and ramming inside your hole. Feeling your walls clamp against his fingers so desperately, so needing, it was such a sight to see.
He looked up; finding you already looking down at him with a lost expression—office polo half open, skirt raised up until mid thigh and a drool of yours is on your lips. Now all Tsukishima thought was to see you like this everyday, if possible.
"He could never make you this desperate, can he?" A lazy sadistic smirk crawled up his lips, fingers thrusting inside your needy pussy over and over again, you shook your head unconsciously, moaning his name once more. That's right, he loved this—love you, loved knowing that he was right and you knew it too.
Tsukishima was hitting all the right places and you loved it; you needed it—you needed him. "C-cum-bout to cum," You breathe out pathetically, face flushed from embarrassment. Cumming just from his fingers made Tsukishima chuckle.
Then your body retracted, the pleasure was slower, you grew more desperate upon seeing him slow down, "N-no no...Tsuki, please.." You pleaded, even grinding on his fingers in attempt to return the pleasure you once felt but it didn't feel the same, it had to be him doing this to you.
"I didn't tell you to beg, (L/N)." He edged, slowly pulling his fingers back but not enough for it to be out of your heat. Your body was unsatisfied as it fell against his. "I hate you..I hate you so much, Tsukis—!"
Every part of your body jolted when he suddenly thrusted his fingers inside, roughly shoving it over and over the same sweet spot until you turned into a moaning mess—until you finally came, wetting his pants and your skirt in the process.
Then everything went black, and the last thing you saw was his golden almond eyes staring down at you with a strange feeling of warmth.
