Your lovely gf requests a tsukishima os with dirty talk n rough🙏 also him being loud
⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 ⎯ 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐄𝐈
summary: Tsukishima Kei has always been good at keeping his cool — on the court, in class, and even in your relationship. But after a long practice, with you bent over the gym mats and teasing him just enough, all that calm control finally shatters. He’s loud, rough, and desperate to remind you exactly who you belong to.
warnings: nsfw, Rough sex, Doggystyle (bent over standing), Loud!Tsukishima, manager!reader, Reader teasing, Dom!Tsukishima, Possessiveness, sex in school gym, Semi-public risk, Overstimulation, Dirty talk, Light degradation (“you like being used like this”).
wc: 2.0k words.
Shinyac0re: my sweet horny beautiful gf requested <3
The gym was dead quiet.
Practice had ended nearly forty-five minutes ago, but you were still there, lingering under the excuse of cleaning up equipment and re-checking schedules. It wasn’t entirely untrue — but part of you liked the quiet after chaos. The echo of squeaking sneakers still fresh in the air, the heat still hanging around from bodies in motion.
And you knew you weren’t alone.
“I’m getting the feeling you’re waiting for me.”
You didn’t flinch at his voice. Tsukishima always made his presence known — tall and imposing, not even bothering to be stealthy.
You smirked to yourself before turning toward the entrance of the back room.
“Maybe I am.”
He was leaning against the frame, freshly showered but still damp, messy hair pushed back with a towel around his neck. His team shirt clung to him, collar stretched slightly from tugging it over his head too fast.
Even like this — especially like this — he was stupidly hot. And he knew it.
“Everyone else is gone,” you said. “Just us now.”
His eyes darkened, and the corner of his mouth lifted. “Perfect.”
You didn’t need to exchange more than a glance before he was on you — lazy strides closing the distance, hands firm on your waist as he walked you backward toward the equipment room. You nearly tripped over a cart of cones, but he caught you easily, laughing under his breath.
“I should take you home,” he murmured against your neck, voice already rough. “But I’ve been thinking about you all practice, and I don’t feel like waiting.”
You felt your back bump against the mats stacked along the wall. The room was dark, quiet — perfect for this. For him.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me after practice,” he muttered. “When you think I’m not paying attention. When I’m sweating through my shirt. When I push my glasses up with my wrist because they’re fogged. You think I don’t notice? Bet you were thinking about me bending you over right there on the court, huh?”
You opened your mouth to deny it — instinctively — but his hands were already tugging at your waistband.
“Don’t lie to me now,” he growled. “You knew exactly what you were doing. Tight little shorts. That smug look. Like you wanted me to lose control.”
You gasped as he spun you around, pressing you forward so your hands landed against the stacked mats. His body followed — tall, firm, demanding.
“I’m not gonna be gentle tonight,” he warned. “You want me like this? Take it.”
You bit your lip, steadying yourself with one hand while the other pushed your shorts down. He helped, impatient fingers yanking them just far enough to expose you.
Tsukishima’s breath hitched behind you — sharp and unrestrained.
“Fuck—look at you.” His voice cracked into a low moan. “Already soaked. You really like getting fucked in school, huh?”
You whimpered, bracing yourself as his hand gripped your hip tight.
“I can’t get enough of this view,” he hissed. “Bent over for me like that… back arched, legs spread. You don’t even care how filthy this is.”
You whined, half in need and half in frustration, and he laughed — low, husky, dangerous.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, rolling his hips against you. “I’m gonna make it worth your while.”
Then he slid into you in one rough, claiming thrust — and your whole body jolted.
“Shit—” His moan was loud, raw, and without hesitation. “You feel so good. Tight. Warm. Fuck—”
He didn’t ease in. Didn’t wait. Just pulled back and thrust again, harder — one hand gripping your waist, the other spreading you open like he owned every inch of you.
You clenched the mat edge with both hands now, eyes fluttering shut as you moaned helplessly.
“You take me so well,” he groaned. “Always do. Like your body knows it belongs to me.”
Your knees trembled already — from the position, the angle, the way he was hitting deep with every sharp thrust.
“You love this,” he kept going, panting against your back. “Getting used like this. Bent over where anyone could walk in. You want someone to hear you? Want them to know who fucks you like this?”
You cried out as he hit your spot again — stars behind your eyes, legs going weak.
“You gonna cum already?” he teased. “Barely even started and you’re falling apart.”
He grabbed your hips tighter, snapping into you harder — the loud, wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the cramped room. Each movement had weight, sharp enough to shake your balance.
“You hear that?” he moaned. “That sound? That’s your body begging for me.”
Your mouth hung open — no sound, just shaky breaths and the overwhelming pressure building fast in your stomach.
Tsukishima was fully gone now — panting, swearing under his breath, moaning loudly every time your hips met his.
“F-Fuck, I’m not gonna last,” he choked. “You’re so tight right now. Feels too good—god—”
You clenched again at his voice, and he groaned so loud it felt like the room vibrated.
“You’re gonna make me cum if you do that again,” he growled. “You want that? Want me filling you up right here on the mats?”
You sobbed out his name, legs barely holding you up, and he didn’t stop.
“Answer me,” he demanded, thrusts sharper now, more ragged. “You want me to fuck you full?”
“Y-Yes!” you cried. “Please, Kei, I want it—”
He groaned — deep and filthy, like the sound had been ripped straight from his chest.
Your orgasm hit like a slap — hot, sudden, overwhelming. Your whole body convulsed forward, crying out loud as your walls clenched tight around him.
And that’s when he snapped.
“Fuck—I’m cumming—” His moan was guttural, loud enough to echo. “Take it—take all of it—shit—”
He stilled deep inside you, hips twitching with each pulse. You felt every wave of him, every shaky breath against your shoulder.
For a long moment, the only sound was the two of you trying to catch your breath.
Eventually, Tsukishima leaned forward, arms wrapping around your waist to steady you. His forehead dropped to your shoulder.
“Well,” he muttered after a beat, voice still wrecked. “That was worth staying after for.”
You laughed — hoarse and breathless. “You were so loud.”
He nuzzled into your neck. “You like when I lose control.”
“…Yeah,” you admitted, smirking. “I really do.”
He straightened, pulling your shorts back up with gentle fingers, still recovering. Then he helped you turn around, his hands surprisingly soft as they fixed your shirt and wiped your hair from your face.
“Back’s gonna be sore tomorrow,” you muttered, glancing at the wall where you’d braced yourself.
Tsukishima kissed your temple. “You’ll live.”
“People are gonna know.”
“They already suspect,” he said smugly. “But tonight? They’re gonna know why you’re walking funny.”
You shoved his shoulder — weakly — but he caught your hand and laced his fingers through it.
“C’mon,” he said, tugging you toward the door. “Let’s go home. I want you again in a real bed.”
You raised a brow. “Already?”
He looked back at you, eyes dark with the promise of more. “I didn’t say I was done. Just letting you recover before round two.”
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a/n : thanks for reading.. i got forced to write that in one evening.
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