Tsukishima Kei always manages to make you fun of every single detail about yourself. Whether it’s your clothes (which is stupid because you guys have the same uniform), the way you styled your hair hoping that it wouldn’t get blown away or ruined by the wind, even your mismatched socks that were meant for two left feet. But you were rushing, okay?
Every day, you hear the same obnoxious chuckle coming from a person you had to look up just to meet him in the eyes.
“You look stupid.”
“Another bad hair day, I see?”
It irritated you.
In fact, it irritated you so much that it made you stop wearing cute hairstyles and bows that made him recognize you from two miles away. You stopped wearing the bright colored bracelets, the shaped hairclips, the keychains of your favorite anime characters. All just to stop the comments.
But did they stop? No they did not.
“Your uniform looks wrinkled.”
“That sweater makes you look homeless.”
“You should get a boyfriend. That way you would actually try and look good.”
Is he offering, or something? In reality, he is!
He’s been dropping hints everywhere, not very obvious ones, but hints at least!
He stopped bothering at lunch and instead ate quietly with his friends. Hd let you catch a glimpse of his notes even though he told everyone to back off and go “find their own.” He even said “thanks…” when you picked up his dropped pen.
These are hints, right? At least to him they are.
an: OMG my first fic in here! Hope u like it. This is a bit short…my apologies. I might be doing a part two so heads up! 🤍
Here's pt.3!! hope you enjoy :) currently is not edited but will be soon. Also, bc of the word count I have to post the second half separately:(
Tags: NSFW, timeskip!tsukishima, Fem-bodied reader, Bullying, degradation, choking, hair pulling, kissing, painful sex, humiliation, spanking, pain, slapping, spit kink, once again a vvv mean tsukishima
That night when Kei got back to his dorm he didn’t find himself slipping into his usual routine. Instead, he sat down on his bed, palms on his knees, staring at the cold wooden floor of his room blankly. You’d licked and touched his cock. It didn’t matter if it was through his pants- you’d still done it. And he liked it. Licked his spit right off of your lips- sucked it off your fingers just to taste it. He feels blood rush to his cock at the thought. He falls back against his bed, putting a hand over his face. He’d never considered the fact that you of all people would like the things he does to you. The way he mercilessly taunts and teases you- sinking his sharp teeth into you with his wit and fervor for your tears every waking moment you’re in his presence. Twisting the knife until he feels satisfied. Acting as the salt in your wounds. What the hell is wrong with you? He grabs his phone and pushes his headphones back over his ears, drowning out the sound of his swirling thoughts. He doesn’t need to feel. Doesn’t want to feel. He wanted none of it to matter. His logical mind no match for the nonsensical. And that’s what he felt his feelings were. A nuisance that lacked the evidence to prove their worth. Their worthiness to be felt.
So he tried desperately to ignore the annoyingly familiar pinch of his heart that grew sevenfold after you reciprocated his lust based advances. But he felt it beating in his fingertips, his chest, his neck, his hands, his arms, his lips, his stomach, his legs, and his feet. His whole damn body. Why don’t you detest him? “Fucking pathetic.” He groans softly to himself, the beating situated in his cock steadily outnumbering the rush he felt in all other parts of himself. No matter how hard he tried to push it from his mind, he couldn’t stop thinking about how good you felt. How pretty you looked licking his spit from your lips- how pretty you are to begin with. How soft your hair feels when he pulls it. How good your body felt under his fingertips. The alluring scent of your perfume. The sound of your soft voice. The way you say his name. The way he towers over you in height. Your soft pink lips. God you’re so pretty it fucking hurts. He hated it. His hand slowly snakes down his body and unbuckles his belt, pushing it down into his pants to stroke his aching cock. His cheeks blushed and hot beneath his hand. He came to the thought of fucking you, and immediately after he denied the ways he let himself think of you. Quickly getting up to shower, trying to push from his mind all of the ways he just gave in to you.
The next time you had class together, kei quietly sat behind you. He was unable to engage in his usual harsh games with you. He hadn’t said a word to you. Hadn’t touched you. Hadn’t pulled your hair or flicked your shoulder. Neither of his friends had showed up today either, so the silence was deafening to you. Blush had stung at your cheeks when you quickly glanced at him. He hadn’t so much as looked in your direction before he sat down. You wanted to be confused about the lack of his taunting but you knew all too well the reasons for his silence. You just had never expected that this is the way he would react. Stupidly you’d almost hoped that you’d feel the familiar poke at your sides, the tug on your hair and the sound of his cunning voice in your ear telling you how much of an idiot you are. His cock was almost in your mouth. You tasted his spit. You made him moan. You adjust your position in your seat, feeling your core start to heat up, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear nervously. The feeling of his presence behind you swallowed you whole- unable to focus on anything else. It was only until the near the end of the class period that he’d said something to you. “Need to talk to you after class. Don’t think too hard about it. You pissed me off.” You feel your cheeks burn, hesitating for a moment before you nod your head.
As soon as the both of you pass through the classroom doors you feel him harshly grab your wrist, his grip so tight it was painful as he led you into the bathroom- struggling to keep up with his pace. He lets go of your wrist as you enter, locking the door behind him. “What the fuck was that.” He hisses, pushing you down to your knees harshly. Pain shoots through your knees as they smack the ground, catching yourself with your palms against the cold tile, your wrist where he grabbed you bruised with the red imprint of his hand. Tears start to prick at your eyes. “Why were you hard?” You daringly retort, slowly lifting your head to look up at him. “Tch” He kicks you coldly, making you fall back on your elbows, pain stinging at your legs. You were up against the wall once again as he cornered you in closer. Tears began to run down your burning cheeks, but you knew better. You take one look down his body to be met with the sight of his cock poking so heavily against the fabric of his pants- the outline of it so clear it makes your cunt throb. You look up into his eyes that are darkened and heavy-lidded, a faint blush burning at his cheeks. His movements less sharp than usual- he seemed to be off his guard. “You didn’t answer my question, idiot.” He says, pressing his foot against the wall beside your shoulder as he leans down over you. “Why’d you lick my fucking cock?” He says harshly, sharp gaze fixated on your tear stained face. You pull your eyes away from his, suddenly feeling overcome with humiliation. He reaches down and grabs your face, making you look at him. “Don’t fucking get shy now. Look at me.” He commands, taking note of the way your face burns more red than he’s ever seen before. “Why did you do it.” He pushes, golden brown eyes fixated on you. You smirk, suddenly realizing his incessant need for the answer to his question. “Fucking spit it out.” He retorts, eyes burning into you. He needed to know if you liked what he does to you just as much as he likes doing it to you. You’ve been driving him crazy over it.
With your face burning so red, you grab his wrist that holds your face, to your surprise he lets you. You remove his hand from your jaw and slowly move it down your body until it’s under your skirt. You press his large palm to your clothed, soaking wet cunt that’s soaked your panties, unable to meet his eyes. The feeling of his hand against you almost too much for you to bare, completely melting beneath him. “Does this answer your question?” You tease, your legs pushing themselves apart almost on their own- pushing yourself into his palm. Spreading your legs for him. Kei’s face burns the hottest it ever has, lips parted as his guard weakens. His cock aches, cum drooling from his swollen tip as he stands over you, hand against your soaking cunt. A smirk comes to your lips as you see the look on his face. “What’s wrong tsukki? You like me too?” You tease, doe eyed looking up at him. You watch as his face burns red before he quickly takes his hand off of you.
You slump down against the wall as the pressure of his hand against you is gone. Kei stands up. Face hot and cock throbbing, “Shut up.” He hisses, subtly angling his body away from you. His slender fingers sliding underneath his glasses to hide his face. His dick ached so hard he felt he might burst. “And don’t fucking call me that.” He says harshly. You laugh to yourself, a smirk plastered on your face. “Stand up.” He commands, still angled away from you. “What?” You ask, head rushed and dumb from his touch. “I said fucking stand up.” He retorts, turning back towards you. Clumsily, you find yourself back on your feet in front of him. You’re back against the wall as his tall frame envelops you whole. As soon as you’ve straightened yourself up you feel a harsh slap to your cheek, your hands rushing to your face to clutch it- the sharp sting forces tears to prick at your eyes once more, a smile on your lips. “What, you’re embarrassed that I figured you out?” You ask, cocky look on your face as you clutch your cheek, looking up at him. Embarrassment hits the blonde like a strong wave. “Oh tsukki.. you’re so mean.. slap me harder! Uhhmphh again” You moan mockingly, cunning smirk on your lips. He pushes his palm against the wall behind you, his posture falling weakly in front of you as his eyes squeeze shut- gritting his teeth as cum drools from his swollen heavy cock. “Stop.” He pleads, the tone of his voice nothing you’ve heard from the blonde before- it was so vulnerable, so weak. “Oh did I hit a spot? Is that why your dick’s so hard, asshole?” You ask in the sweetest voice you could muster, watching your bully melt right into your hands. “No. shut up.” He pushes, stubborn as hell as his cock pulses. “Is that right?” You tease, smirk on your lips as your hand makes contact with his throbbing dick. Your fingertips rubbing it lightly. He pushes his other hand on the wall behind you upon your touch, his mouth falling open as his head falls lower, his blonde hair falling against your forehead. His pale cheeks red and hot, chest starting to heave as more cum drools from his messy slit. Shame and humiliation burns at every inch of Kei’s body. You can feel his hot breath against your skin, forcing your cunt to ache deeper. You laugh to yourself beneath him, his forehead practically against yours. “Shut up.” He says once more, his body filled with shame. You lean in closer to him, pressing your tongue to his skin, licking along his jawline until you reach his ear. “Fine.” You hum. “But you like me too, right?” You ask, so sweetly that it sickens him.
He lifts his head, now eye level with you, his arms on either side of you- gripping the wall. He hesitates for a moment. “You better not fucking tell anyone about this.” He says, his hand moving to hold the back of your head, pushing you closer to him as he presses his lips to yours. As soon as he feels your lips against his he could feel himself melt into you. Kissing you was so forbidden. He hated how good it felt. His kiss was rough and messy. His pent up fervor and lust for you exploding through his lips and tongue almost without any control. Eyebrows furrowed as if the guard he constantly has up isn’t crumbling by the second in front of you. His inconvenienced facial expression being the last remaining evidence of his cold facade as he falls into you. He presses his body against yours, slamming you against the wall. His hard cock making contact with your clothed soaking cunt, eliciting a moan from you as he parts his wet lips to forcefully push his tongue into your mouth. His slender fingers entangle themselves in your hair, pulling on it absentmindedly as he sloppily licks into your mouth, the frame of his glasses pushing harshly against your cheek. His hot breath against your skin as you push your fingers into his blonde hair desperately, weakly pulling on the soft strands. Your balance falters, so enraptured in the feeling of his lips and body pressing against you that your knees go weak. His hand shoots instinctively down to your waist to hold you in place, his fingers digging into your side from how tight he held you as he continued to kiss you. He was so focused.
The kiss you shared was desperate. It was angry, impatient, needy, hungry. Months of tension that had built itself up far past both of your limits spilled from your lips and onto the other's body. Needy hands raced to touch the other’s skin in a desperate attempt to have more of the other. His big slender hand pushed itself under your shirt unforgivingly. Quickly finding itself cupping your breast, squeezing the soft flesh through your bra as small breathy moans spill out into you. You lean yourself into his touch as your own hands desperately slide under his shirt to feel his toned body impatiently- palms and fingertips savoring every inch of his hot skin as if you’ve never felt before. His hands rush to the bottom hem of your top and pulls it over your head- seamlessly pushing his lips back onto yours as he drops it to the floor. He quickly pulls his own shirt off, only breaking your kiss for an instant before your lips are connected once more. He swiftly takes off his glasses- dropping them on top of your shirt before his quick hands snake themselves behind you to skillfully unlatch your bra, sliding it off of you needily. In a matter of milliseconds his big, slender hands are cupping your breasts whole as his hot moans spill into your mouth. The soft flesh puffing out between his long fingers, the fingers of his left hand playing mindlessly with your hard nipple. You moan desperately into his mouth and you feel him smirk. He pulls away from you, a messy string of saliva connecting you at the lips before he pushes his to your neck. He presses messy, wet kisses against your skin, eliciting a slew of lewd moans to pass your lips. Your hands gripping his toned back, the feeling of your nails digging into his skin stimulating him deeper. His left hand slides down under your skirt to squeeze the soft flesh of your ass, making you push your dripping cunt against his wet, aching cock closer. The audible sound of his pleasure and hot breath against your neck forces you to roll your body against his- the feeling of your bare chest and nipples against his skin driving the both of you crazier. The slender fingers of his right hand leave the soft flesh of your breast, instead finding themselves wrapping around your neck. His teeth nip at your sensitive skin as his grip tightens. Leaving one last kiss before he pulls away to meet your eyes.
His gaze was dark and heavy-lidded. Lips wet. Sweat glistened on his hot blushed face. He takes his other hand and presses the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip that’s wet and swollen from his kiss. The feeling of his tight grip on your neck making you whimper beneath him. “How bad do you want my cock.” He demands, voice rough and breathy, slurring his words unapologetically. “Fuck- so badly, oh god” You whimper as the pad of his thumb lustfully brushes along your bottom lip, his eyes fixated on them. “Yeah?” He quizzes, lust-heavy eyes slowly meeting yours once again. “Yeah. Yes- fuck yes. Please tsukishima. Fuck, I’ll do anything” You moan, completely overstimulated by the feeling of your bare chest against his hot skin, his throbbing cock pressed so unfairly against your soaking cunt, his cunning, heavy-lidded eyes fixated on you with his hand around your neck so tightly, his lust-heavy rough voice against your lips and flooding into your ears. You could cum just from this. A dazed smirk turns up the corner of his lips as his thumb pushes your mouth open. He lets a dollop of saliva fall from his mouth and drool into yours. “Swallow it.” He commands, pushing your mouth closed with his eyes on your lips. He feels as you swallow, his cock throbbing against you as you do so. “Good fucking girl.” He groans, his grip on your neck loosening.
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Was wondering if you would write about Bully Tsukishima with a reader that likes him so much that she doesn't hide it. She would give him bento everyday, follows him to practice, waiting for him so they could go home together. She doesn't mind to do these stuff even if Tsukki would bully her, shrugs her off, degrade her, or use her body for personal satisfaction. Even if Tsukki would flirt with other girls (intentionally to see her reaction), she still likes him even tho it's hurting her to see him with other girls.
i'm down for the idea of other characters being bullies lol not sure if i'd ever go as in-depth as i did with samu sksksk
words: 355
cw: fem!reader, bullying, implied name-calling, manipulation, mentions of sexual situations, minors dni
tsukishima liked to see how far he could push your buttons. you were so desperate for his attention—bringing him bentos everyday and refilling his water bottle during practice—it was kind of sad, really. but you were always so nice, your smile never wavering even when he called you the worst names he could think of.
just now the two of you were at the same party. he normally didn’t go to these kinds of things but tsukishima figured it would give him the opportunity to continue his little game. he’s got some stupid girl on his lap, rambling about something unimportant, but tsukishima’s really only paying attention to your face. you were sitting on the other side of the room, a small smile on your face that didn’t reach your eyes.
it must bother you to see his hands on this other girl’s thigh while he pretends to listen to her. it had to have hurt when tsukishima kissed her to shut her up, shoving his tongue down her throat all while his golden eyes flicked over at you.
he could probably fuck this girl in front of you—make her cum on his long cock until she’s crying from sensitivity. and you would still be at his door the next day with a bento in your hands, ready to wish him a good day. would you cry when you were alone? throw things around your room because you wish you could be her? she doesn’t mean anything, obviously. just another pawn in tsukishima’s little game.
then he wonders if you’ll let him use you for his own pleasure. of course you would, right? let him stretch your pretty pussy until you perfectly molded to his cock. oh, you’d be so perfect for him—an innocent little thing for him to ruin. you’d mean so much more than the bimbo sitting on him right now.
but he won’t take you right away. he still wants to see how much further he could push you. he wants to see you boil until you snap into a million pieces.
welcome back to this concept hehehe I've been having a lot of fun with this idea so I've decided to continue it into a mini series type thing :,)) part 3 coming soon <333
It had been a few days since he had last seen you & since he had touched himself to the thought of you. You only had one class together, and it was only once a week- relieving for you, but not so much for him. A few days ago wasn’t the first and only time he’s gotten turned on from picking on you. It was every single time. He fucking hated how you made him feel. How good you made him feel. But he couldn’t stop snaking his way back behind you for more. Whether it was harsh, hurtful teases that forced tears to your eyes or pulling your hair to annoy you, he was unable to get enough. His friends knew nothing of his predicament- minimizing his taunting actions down to the fact that he does it because it’s funny. Never considering that it turned the blonde on to humiliate you. When he sat behind you today he was already half-hard and the faintest blush on his pale cheeks proved his fluster. He taunted you like it was a game. A sick, selfish game he played with himself to see just how far he could get before his cock started to ache too hard. The tight fabric of his pants that covered his cock rubbing against himself when he moved in his seat, creating a friction that often caused him to grip the side of his desk in the subtlest way he could. A dangerous game of edging himself until he could get back to his dorm to fuck his hand.
Tonight was different though. Following the usual harsh quips and taunts, he followed you after class. You knew he was behind you as you walked the very long and empty hallway that led you out of the building the back way. You had heard his footsteps a couple feet behind you. Your class was at night, so there were never many other people around outside of your classmates at this time. But you didn’t have to turn around to know it was him, you’d memorized the sound of his footsteps. With great hesitance, you stop at the locker in which you kept your other textbooks that were too heavy to carry in your bag, twisting the lock back and forth to get it open. As soon as the lock clicks open you feel your legs get kicked out from under you, your bag dropping to the floor with a thud as you fall to your knees. Tears immediately pricked at your eyes.
Kei stands behind you. His hands in his jacket pockets with a cunning, sadistic smirk plastered on his lips. “What do you want from me?” You mumble between tears, your voice shaking. He feels his cock throb upon hearing your pathetic sniffling. “Oh so you can talk. I’d have thought you were fucking mute.” He retorts, kicking you again. “Fucking look at me.” He commands harshly. You sheepishly turn to face him, cowering at his feet with your head hung low, tears falling to the cold floor. His smirk grows looking at you beneath him like this. Kneeling at his feet like this. He can feel himself start to lose his sick game as cum dribbles from his aching cock. He grabs you by your hair to make you look at him. “I said fucking look at me dumbass.” He hisses, trying but failing to meet your tear-filled eyes that avoid his. You feel a harsh slap to your cheek that pushes you back against the locker behind you, your hands clutching at your face from the pain as more tears well up in your eyes. You finally force yourself to meet his cunning, cold eyes. Looking up at him from the floor as tears fall down your stinging cheek. He looks at you for a couple of seconds before he spits on you, his cold saliva making you jump as it hits your lips. You touch your fingertips to his spit that drips from your lips in disbelief. Even he didn’t mean for it to fall there. As soon as your eyes meet your spit coated fingertips you notice the bulge of his hard, aching cock poking lewdly against the fabric of his pants. You felt your heart skip a beat from shock. In so much disbelief you almost couldn’t believe it, frozen, staring at his raging boner. Your cheeks ablaze with fluster. The asshole gets off on this shit.
It’s really such a shame that the person who stands over you is such a mean, ruthless piece of shit. The first time you’d seen him in class you almost couldn’t take your eyes off of him- and for the next couple of days after that you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Your world was crushed when you realized what a jerk he was. You’d even thought that he was interested in you before he began to bully you. Upset with yourself that you couldn’t see who he was right away before you had begun to form a crush on him. And the biggest most puzzling question that circled your mind like an intrusive thought was why the hell you were still into him after everything he’s done to you. Although he mercilessly taunted and teased you to the point of tears, you couldn’t help but like the way he towered over you like this. The way his spit drips from your lips like poison. His forbiddingly attractive face and body like the most tempting of fruits. You were scared of him, but you wanted him. Wanted his tall, big frame towering over you, wanted his big slender hands against your skin, around your neck, sliding over every feature of you as he fucked you completely senseless. Wanted his sharp teeth sinking into your skin. Wanted his blonde hair in your hands and his cunning voice and sharp tongue pricking up the hairs on your neck. Wanted his smart mouth all over you, wanted him to fuck you to the point of tears. And although you hated it, in this moment it’s all you wanted.
You force your eyes away from his obvious boner, feeling something unknown come over you- your core starting to heat up as you look up at him. You wipe up the spit that dribbles from your chin and lick it off of your hands and fingers. Your tongue swirling around your saliva coated lips with eyes that fixate themselves on his. Kei feels a wave of pleasure hit him this time, feeling his face begin to burn red, his cock throbs in his tight pants. “What the fuck are you doing.” He hisses, off his guard as he now struggles to keep eye contact with you, feeling more cum dribble from his weeping cock. You reach up to him, pressing your fingers to his hard cock- it immediately throbs beneath your touch. Kei shudders from the pleasure and shock of your hand against his dick. He blinks a few times in disbelief, his face ablaze with fluster as his arm outstretches to push his hand against the cold lockers in attempt to hold himself up. “W-what the fuck are you-“ He struggles to get out in the same harsh tone but fails. He feels as your tongue licks his long, aching dick through his tight pants. His mouth falling open as his eyes squeeze shut, his hand balling into a fist against the lockers as the softest of moans involuntarily leaves his lips. His face burns upon hearing it.
The walls of the long hallway are quickly met with the echo of his friends’ voices at the other end. Kei jolts, straightening himself up and regrettably stepping away from you. “Oi tsukishima you’re still fucking with her?” One of them snickers. Kei fixes his jacket to hide his long swollen cock, giving you a- fake- irritated look. “I’m done.” He retorts, spitting on you one last time before walking over to his friends. Inside he was cursing his friends for showing up when they did. Feeling like his footsteps were so heavy, his body ached with regret as he trudged back to them, his cock left weeping for more.
As you watched him walk away you felt an unexpected grin creep onto your face as your back pressed against the cold lockers. What an interesting turn of events.
the second half of bully!tsukki pt.3 bc of the word count :/ Thank you to Let It Happen by Tame Impala and Master of Puppets by Metallica for helping me write this <3 hope you enjoy :)
He grabs your hair, pulling you over to the sink, pushing you against the counter. The large bathroom mirror reflects your pathetic, needy face as he presses his large palm against your back to harshly bend you over- his clothed aching cock pressing against your ass cruelly. He slides his glasses back on, flipping your skirt up before sliding your soaked panties off of you roughly. You feel a harsh slap to your ass as you hear the clasp of his belt unbuckle, slowly taking it off and unbuttoning his pants- taking his time. “Fuck, come on Kei hurry up” You whine, forcing a smirk to his lips. “Fuck you’re pathetic.” He groans, pulling down his pants with a cocky grin on his face. His big hand grips your side tightly as his painfully erect cock lewdly slaps against your dripping entrance. You whimper desperately, your head falling forward. He grabs your hair harshly, forcing your head back up to the mirror. Your blown out pupils and flushed face staring back at you as you meet your own eyes in the reflection. “You’re going to watch yourself take my cock like the pathetic fucking slut you are, hear me?” He instructs harshly, spanking your ass as punishment- making you moan pathetically. “Yeah, just like that.” He slurs, with a smirk on his lips, his eyes on his long aching cock as he pushes it past your folds harshly with a stifled groan. Your body falls slack beneath him, his grip on your hair pulling your head up once again as he leans down over you, stuffing you so full of his cock it hurts. His name passes your lips in the lewdest moan, forcing his shit-eating grin wider. Your walls squeezing so tightly around his cruel dick. He slaps your ass once more, railing his cock so deep into you with one thrust. The tip of his cock already slamming against your cervix, forcing tears to your eyes, catching sight of the sadistic look in his eyes in the mirror. His hand reaches down to wrap around your throat tightly, the quick pace of his selfish thrusts not faltering for a second- so focused it was scary. He felt so good that his name left your lips as easily as breathing, moans leaving your lips pathetically- whimpering for him shamelessly as he abused your poor, weeping hole. “Fucking slut, you take me too well.” He scolds, breathing hot against your back as he feels the coil in his stomach pull tighter with each thrust. Your unable to think- he’s fucked you dumb. Almost reaching your limit. The only sounds you’re able to produce are the incessant desperate moans that spill from your lips along with his name. The lewd sound of his hips and balls slapping against your ass loud enough to be heard through the walls. He feels as your walls tighten around his cock once more, making him lean over you closer- a moan leaving his lips finally. He didn’t want to give you the pleasure of hearing him. Sweat beads in his hair and drips down his face. His toned, muscular figure hot and glistening with sweat as he rails his cock into you mercilessly. His chest heaving, hot breath fanning out against your neck and back as you take him. You feel his cock twitch within you and you let out yet another pathetic moan, eliciting a smirk from the blonde once again. “I’m gonna-g’na cum.. fuck-” You whimper, feeling him tug at your hair- his grip on your throat tightening. “Not until I fucking tell you to.” He hisses. “I can’t- fuck- take it anymore-” You whimper. He leans in close to your ear. “Too fucking bad.” He scolds, railing you harder just for that- picking up his pace, making you moan in pain. He feels the coil pull tighter, his body almost falling slack over you as you feel his cock twitch inside of you again. “Fuck- I’m-” He groans, squeezing his eyes shut as he removes his hand from your neck, slamming his palm against the counter. “Fucking cum, slut.” He moans, dick throbbing inside of you as his cum fills you- gripping the counter white-knuckled.
Tags: timeskip!tsukki, teasing, bullying, masturbation, a mean tsukishima <3333
(Kinda just a draft but wanted to post anyways)
Tsukishima has ruthlessly teased and tormented you almost since day one with his other two friends. They all sat behind you in your college class, him sitting himself in the seat directly behind you during each class. He’d flick your shoulder, pull on your hair, and snicker over how tripped up over your words you got when you had been asked to answer a question. Your face would burn so hot with embarrassment every time, tears pricking at your eyes. You hated the tall, mean, blonde. Despised him. After each class you practically jolted from your seat and ran from him in hopes he wouldn’t follow you with his friends so he could torment you further. He didn’t understand why he was so fixated on making you, in particular, squirm. He was aware that he liked to do it- but the thing is that he didn’t just like it. He loved tormenting you. When he’d see your pretty face burn hot with embarrassment and shame from the harsh words that left his smart mouth. When he’d poke at your sides to make you jump- the feeling of your soft flesh beneath his fingertips utterly addicting. He almost couldn’t get enough of the shameful look in your wide, teary eyes. It made him feel so good. Maybe a little too good. He’d feel his pants begin to tighten, readjusting his position in his chair as a faint blush crept onto his cheeks. His friends continuing to tease you as he attempts to hide his raging hard on.
As soon as he’d get back to his dorm he’d throw his things down and lock his door, falling to his bed without changing his clothes. His hand desperately unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, his long fingers of his right hand quickly finding themselves wrapped around his swollen hard cock, pumping it in his hand pathetically. His pale cheeks blushed so hot, his other hand covering his hot face out of humiliation. His mind conjured images of your humiliated red face, the sound of your nervous, shaking voice, the feeling of your soft skin that his fingertips sunk themselves into. White milky cum dribbled down from his weeping slit, drooling itself down his long shaft- making his motions much messier and faster. Soft, breathy moans left the blonde’s lips as he fucked himself into his hand. He loved making you cower, making you shrink in fear of his presence. Loved making you cry. Another moan leaves his lips at the thought. His hips buck up slightly as the coil in his stomach tightens, his cock dribbling with more of his sweet, sticky cum in response. “F-fuck.” He groans softly, pushing his long slender fingers underneath his glasses as he extends his fingers to rub his swollen, aching tip. His fingertips running over his messy slit weakly. His hips roll up in rhythm with his fingers’ slow, deep rubs that pull the coil in his stomach so very tight. With a few final pumps of his cock, ropes of his milky cum shoot into his hand, hips bucking up once more as his hot blushed face scrunches up from beneath his hand that covers it. A horny, breathy moan escaped from his lips. Fuck you and your beautiful face. Fuck you for making him feel this good.
