Heyooo, I wanted to ask for something a bit different. If it's okie with u, can you do some tsukishima content with a female reader. Like the 2 are having sex and tsukishima starts with his habit of degradation. But like the reader doesent like being degraded cuz she's sensitive like mee ends up crying? Like nsfw hurt to comfort? I've just seen a lot of tsuki content but it's all degradation. It's kinda killing my drive for the guy :}.
BIG BRAIN TIME.
Sorry this took forever but I was in my feels. BUT HOLY MOLY I AM NOW SO SOFT FOR SOFT KEI. I hope you enjoy this. I agree we need more soft Kei. He's precious. 🧡🧡🧡 Thank you for requesting, lovely! - Pip
F!Reader x Kei Tsukishima - NSFW
TW: F!Reader, hard smut to comfort smut, rough sex at the beginning, crying, slight degradation at beginning, me just simping for this man.
EVERYONE IS OVER 18+
The clatter of the door pulled your eyes away from your phone. Your lanky boyfriend, Kei Tsukishima, pulled off his coat and placed his things in the closet by the door, methodically but with a little more force than usual.
“You okay?” You asked, noticing the twinging muscle in his jaw. He stayed silent, taking time to put his bag and keys away before turning to you. “I’m fine.”
Hopping up from the couch, you went to him. Hands rubbing his shoulders, you tried to ease the tension from him. “Bad day?”
You could feel him stiffen underneath you. “It’s whatever.” His eyes were unfocused, staring into space.
Hands roaming down his chest, your fingers massaging his lean muscles, you grinned. “C’mon, I can make you feel better…”
No sooner had the words left your mouth, was your back to the wall. He towered over you, and pressed a tight grip to your neck, his other hand next to your head, pinning you in place.
“Then do it.” His voice was cold, still reeling from the day.
Sinking down, your hands found his zipper, tugging down his slacks as you reached for his hardening shaft through his boxers. He made a frustrated groan and you pulled out his cock. The angry red tip was glimmering with precum, and you licked a stripe up the shaft, avoiding where he wanted you most.
“Fuck, don’t be a fucking cocktease.” Kei growled, his hand finding your hair as he pulled you towards his cock. You let out a shocked yelp before your mouth was pressed against him, precum smearing across your cheek. Clearly, he wasn’t in the mood to be played with. His golden eyes glared down at you and you squirmed, trying to continue and put his aggressiveness out of your mind.
It wasn’t that you minded Kei being aggressive, well not usually. It was something you often found yourself drawn to, his sharp tongue and dominant presence. But sometimes, on days like today, you wanted to appreciate him, savor the feeling of him and show him how much you cared for him. Fingers sliding up to his abs as you swallowed around his cock, you tried to pace yourself and he ground his hips against you, causing you to cough and sputter, and you found yourself slapping your hands against his thighs in a panic.
“C’mon you can do better than that– wait what the hell?” His voice lost its usual snark as he looked down at the wet streaks trailing your cheeks. Your head was tilted forward, not meeting his eyes and you tugged your sweater close around you, arms wrapped around yourself.
“Hey…what’s going on?” He knelt down, tentatively playing a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N?”
The words erupted out of you before you could even think. “Fuck Kei! I get you had a rough day but I’m not a fucking fleshlight! I have feelings too!”
The silence in the air was heavy and your face burned as you waited for him to respond. Finally, you peeked up at him.
“I’m sorry.” His voice was quiet. “I don’t think you are some sort of sex object. I just…I didn’t think.”
“Look, I don’t mind it some of the time, but sometimes it feels like I’m worthless or fucked up. Like…after you get called a ‘fucking slut’ every night by the person that’s supposed to care for you, it makes you think.”
“Holy shit Y/N. I don't mean those things. That’s just…fuck. Shit. I…fuck.” He was tripping over his words, something he rarely did. You could see him wringing his hands as he tried to figure out the right words.
“If I ever thought you weren’t into it or…I wouldn’t do any of that. It’s not to…”
“Kei, do you love me?” Your voice cracked and you could feel fresh tears brimming in your eyes.
Immediately his arms were wrapped around you. Tucking you into his chest, he rubbed circles on your back, the way he did when you were half asleep or sick in bed. His voice was quiet, but clear. "You know I love you."
Burying your face into his shirt, you let the wave of tears fall, soaking the fabric. He stayed quiet, thoughts swirling around in his head. Kei felt like he was underwater, the lump in his throat growing as he listened to you.
God, you were the best thing that ever happened to him. If you were doubting his feelings for you, he must have fucked up.
"I'm not good at this. I'm not…I don't wear my heart on my sleeve. I'm gonna fuck up a lot. But I don't want you to think that I ever stopped loving you." He rolled the words in his mouth trying to unravel the mess he had made. "You are…you are everything to me."
Sniffling, you lifted your head up and fixed your red-rimmed eyes on him. "Really?"
He busied himself brushing stray strands of hair from your face, feeling raw and vulnerable but god he'd take that feeling a thousand times over watching you cry like this.
"Of course. I'm not gonna lie to you, I don't know how to do this perfectly. I'm probably going to fuck up. But you make me want to be better. Fuck, that sounds cliche."
A small smile tugged at your lips. You could see he was trying. He pressed his forehead against yours, his hands interlocking his fingers with yours and the two of you sat silently, the quiet broken up by your breathing.
His lips found yours and he could taste the salt of your tears mixed with the taste that was you. He poured the unsaid words, the emotions he couldn't express verbally, not yet, into the kiss, hoping you could understand. You were his home, his reprieve from the rest of the world and he wanted to kiss you forever.
His hands gently pushed against yours, until you found your back against the wall, and still you kissed him back, your tongues
intertwined, a language its own. Kei could feel himself getting aroused, but didn't want to ruin this moment. You glanced down as he pulled away and your eyebrows raised. A beat passed and you pulled him back to you, closing the space between you, your hands running down his shirt. He wrapped his hands around your waist and could feel the sliver of your skin as your shirt rode up. You felt like fire and he craved touching you, feeling your body pressed under his. You must have felt the same way because you pushed his shirt up. He broke the kiss to tug off his shirt in that stupidly attractive way men do and when his eyes met yours, he could practically see your pupils turned into little hearts. He'd tease you if he could but he knew he had to have looked the same.
The two of you were lost in each other, hands roaming only stopping to pull off the rest of your clothes, leaving them in haphazard piles around you. Never leaving the floor, he eased you onto his lap, his hands caressing your lower back. Your thighs were wrapped around him and you could feel his cock pressed against you.
"Fuck…I want you so bad, Y/N." He whispered into your skin as you rutted yourself against him. His fingers dug into your hips, and he groaned as you positioned yourself on the head of his cock.
You and Kei had had sex plenty of times but this time he felt more exposed. If anything, you were in control and Kei felt his body heat up with anticipation of you. He wanted you to feel his desire, understand how much he wanted, no, needed you.
"Look at me, baby." His pupils were blown out, large and dark and you met his gaze.
"I love you, Y/N."
You slid yourself down his cock and he let out a growl as you rode him. Your thighs clenched around him and he pushed his lips to yours in a messy kiss. Moans spilled from both of you, swallowed by the other as he fucked up into you, his cock kissing the deepest parts of you with each thrust. All the while, whispering
"I love you…I love you…"
He could feel himself reaching his peak embarrassingly quick, but you were so close too. Your hands were wrapped around each other, gripping at skin like you would fly away if you didn't. His mouth found any piece of you he could reach as he kissed and sucked marks onto you, knowing he could never fully mark you to his satisfaction but fuck was he going to try. He wanted every inch ofyou to be explored by his hands, his tongue, his teeth. He could feel your fingers tugging at the longer curls on the nape of his neck, and he knew you were close. You were clamping down on him so tightly it almost hurt and his vision blurred…fuck was he crying?
It didn't matter, he just had to have more of you, more, more, more.
"Please." His voice was strained and your back arched under his palm. "I love you so fucking much."
"Kei!" Your voice cried out as your lower body twitched and he felt himself exploding into you as your pussy throbbed around his cock, milking him for every last drop. He dropped his head into your chest as you rode out your respective orgasms and you both panted, trying to catch your breath. You maneuvered into his arms, your ear pressed against his chest. You could feel his heart pounding and grinned.
His hand lazily stroked your shoulder and he cast a glance down at you, only to see you already looking up at him.
"Hey." He whispered.
"Hey yourself."
You were both silent, goofy grins on both your sweaty faces. You didn't have to say anything but he did anyway.
"I love you, you know?"
And you did.
