The scorching heat blazed against Tsukishima Kei's back, yet he paid it no attention as he trudged home.
Normally, he would've been muttering bitter complaints to himself, but his thoughts occupied every inch of his mind, from one hemisphere to the other.
Well, it was more like a singular thought.
Kei could've never imagined himself getting so caught up in a single thing. He was a smart and sensible person, afterall.
Frankly, he felt embarrassed that you had been the only thing he was capable of thinking about. He had bigger fish to fry, like his academics and volleyball. Regardless of what he actually wanted to accomplish, he was incapable of thinking about anything besides you.
Catching a glimpse of his reflection he noticed a faint tint across his cheeks, which he quickly concluded was sunburn.
There was no way he was blushing while daydreaming about you on his walk home.
Unlocking the door to his house, he was only briefly able to escape his thoughts and bask in the glorious AC. As though his thoughts had left his head and materialized, you were casually sitting at his kitchen counter.
Akiteru stood next to you, and the sight made Kei's stomach churn.
He saw the way his older brother looked at you.
Although you were completely oblivious, it was painfully obvious to Kei that his older brother was infatuated with you. He knew not only because he'd grown up with Akiteru, but because he recognized that look.
He'd seen it in himself.
Lost in his own thoughts, Kei failed to notice that you had been trying to get his attention.
"Kei? Hello?? How was practice?"
Nothing.
Akiteru snickered, which irritated Kei enough to snap back to reality.
"It was fine," he replied coldly.
Astonished at his own pathetic attitude, he let out a sigh and retreated to his room. If nothing else, maybe his academic intelligence could make up for his social incompetence. Opening his textbook he attempted to study, only for his mind to circle back to the interaction he just had. After re-reading the same line about five times, he gave up completely.
Realizing it was getting dark, he went back downstairs in complete defeat. As he turned the corner, he saw you putting your shoes on.
"Heading home?"
"Yeah..."
There was a slightly awkward pause, and Kei immediately remembered the slight bitch-fit he had thrown earlier that probably caused it.
"I've had a rough day, sorry about earlier... let me walk you home"
"Okay :)"
The night air was much more tolerable than the heat from earlier that day, cooling the warmth radiating from his ears.
The two if you walked in silence except it wasn't awkward like before.
This time it felt comfortable.
Kei would glance over at you, noticing the way you slightly skipped as you walked or how you would fidget with your fingers.
Realizing he'd been starting at you this whole time without saying a word, he was about to start a conversation until he heard a voice calling out from behind.
Kei felt his expression harden as the voice got closer and louder.
You turned your head around, trying to figure out what the voice was saying.
Before you could, Kei stepped closer.
"Dont."
You barely had time to react before he placed his headphones over your ears.
Your eyes widened.
"Kei?"
Moving a muff to the side, he leaned into your ear so you could only hear his voice.
"Don't listen."
His voice was calm, yet you could tell he was serious.
You couldn't hear whatever was being said anymore, only the playlist of your favorite songs he had saved for some reason.
Kei wrapped an arm around your shoulder, which was gentle unlike the tension in his jaw.
He hated the thought of you getting harassed, and he hated the thought of you hearing it even more.
He knew you were more than capable of handling yourself, but he just couldn't allow himself to let you hear anything nasty being said.
Moments later, the voice faded into the distance.
Kei took his headphones back.
"...They're gone."
You blinked up at him.
"Was that why you gave me your headphones?"
He looked away, his face beginning to warm.
"Obviously."
He paused, and then quietly said: "You don't deserve to hear any of that."
content warning -> smut drabble, unprotected p in v
↳ A/N - i have absolutely no clue when i wrote this but i found it in my drafts
Tsukishima can get mean sometimes during sex, it’s the need to tease you til you’re begging. He can’t resist. It’s even better when you get mad at him for bullying you, how you squeeze around him in frustration without realising.
But oh god, even he can be a mess at times.
When you’re all teary eyed and whimpering underneath him, his tip weeping alongside you and his shaft almost painfully hard - he hasn’t even put it in yet and you’re staring up at him all glassy eyed. His right hand is holding your left thigh, gripping the plush flesh a little too tight to be comfortable and his left is squeezing the base of his cock; an almost pathetic attempt to stop himself from cumming before he’s even slid the tip in.
Don’t cum, don’t cum, fuck don’t cu-
“Please? Kei- please-“ Your voice cuts through his train of thought and he nearly topples over. “Want it so bad please, please, plea-“
Your pleas are cut off by the frustrated moan that spills out of your mouth, Tsukishima had abruptly started grinding his dick along your puffy pussy accompanied by an almost desperate little whimper of his own slipping underneath the growl he lets out.
He’s as frustrated as you are now, head fuzzy and dizzy. Uncoordinated in his attempt to fuck into you and you’re just- “..wet. Fuck- Fuck, you’re so wet..” he’s babbling low under his breath as he attempts again to push the head of his cock into your pussy.
But he can’t get it to stay in, you’re pushing him out without meaning to by how much you’re squirming and he’s losing his mind - so close- fuck he’s so close to blowing his load and he’s not even balls deep inside of you yet.
“Stop teasing,” you hiss at him, brows furrowed as your grip on the sheets tightens up in additional frustration.
“Not teasing, you’re just so- sloppy-“ he bites back as the tip catches on your entrance again with another pathetic rut of his hips. “Stay still.”
His last word, no, command is punctuated by both his hands gripping onto your thigh and pushing your legs against your chest - pinning you underneath him forcefully before he’s rutting against you like a crazed beast. Mounting you with reckless abandon and sliding his dick between your pussy lips but still not inside yet.
The friction and the slick noises is driving you both insane, mewls and moans echoing even without the thing you’re both aching for.
“Kei plea-“ you can’t even finish your plea for it when you’re cut off again by your own moan, when you feel the weight of Tsukishima’s cock finally slide into your pulsing hole.
It’s not like he can hear you anyway over the sound of his own shaky breaths, the stuttered groan that leaves him. He can’t think straight as he tosses your legs over the crook of his arms, humping into you like he’s in heat and all he can think about is that delectable squelch of your pussy welcoming him home with every panicked thrust of his hips.
He’s barely coherent at your contradicting demands, “harder Kei”, “slow down Kei-“, “mm- just like that!”. It’s not for your pleasure anymore, it’s purely raw instinct the way he’s still rutting into you despite the fact he’s already cum inside you 15 minutes ago.
His head is drooped, his breath ragged and he feels like his body is on fire. There’s a distant “h-hah no more!” from you but that doesn’t stop him from giving one final deep thrust, heavy enough to have you moan out and squeeze around him that last time. That familiar tight hug around his cock that drains him of his last droplets of arousal.
You’ll complain about it in the morning, how your hip and lower back hurts from how hard he went but for now you’re content with being stuffed full of cum and your legs slightly numb from how he’s still got you pinned down under his weight. There’s slight movement from him, nothing near as intense as moments prior but rather soothing somehow despite the mild overstimulation. Slow and gentle little grinds, one last hump where he pushes all of his weight into you and tries to ensure his softening dick slides as far as it possible can inside of you before he’s slowly pulling out and letting his limp dick all but flop out (neither of you comments on the obnoxious ‘pop’ that follows his exit).
“You’re cute when you cry,” he hears you comment mindlessly and all he can muster is a lazy glare once he lets your legs go, nestling on top of you and burying you with his body.
“Shut up,” he mutters into your neck, making himself comfortable and becoming a human heavyweight blanket as the post-sex cuddling session begins, letting you talk about whatever you want as he gives an occasional hum in response to show he’s listening.
The three days that I had to wait until the party felt like they took forever.
It was three days of avoiding telling Aiko and my other friends where the hickeys and the bruises came from. Three days of trying not to give a snarky reply whenever Kei spoke - and missing the drop in his features whenever I neglected it.
Three days of leaving our shared classes just before the bell rang so that he didn't have the chance to catch me in the halls.
Now, however, we were both trapped in Aiko's house with the rest of the team and selected other close friends. I knew this house like the back of my hand and if I really tried, I could completely avoid him and every other person in this house all night.
But then, if I were going to do that, I might as well have not come. Aiko would have had my head for that. So instead, I chose to do something that I knew would piss Kei off. I latched myself onto someone that he hated.
Kageyama Tobio.
I had spent all night flirting with Tobio and it honestly, had me feeling mentally drained. He was cute, I wouldn't deny how absolutely adorable he was and how easily he flustered made me laugh. But he was also so so oblivious.
Oblivious to the batting of my eyelashes as I looked up at him. Oblivious to the soft touches on his arm while I over-exaggerated laughs.
I’d been at it for nearly an hour now, overdoing my flirting with Kageyama without so much as a glance towards Kei. I really didn't have to look to know he was watching.
I could feel it. His eyes, drilling into my back, golden as the sun and burning just as hot. All it would take was a bump to send him over the edge I’d brought him to. I just couldn't seem to press the right button yet. A bump. A bump was all I needed.
A bump was what I got. Straight to the back from someone I didn't see as they passed behind me.
I lost my balance easily, the alcohol aiding in my unsteady legs as I felt myself start to fall. Tobio was just as quick in catching me. His arm wrapped around my waist at lightning speed, pulling my body into his.
At that moment, I’d forgotten all about what I had been trying to do to Kei. My hand, the one not holding onto my drink, braced itself on Tobio's chest.
"Are you okay?" his voice came in a whisper, compared to the half-shouting we’d been communicating at to be heard over the music previously. It made me realize just how close we two were.
I swallowed hard as I felt his chest vibrate under my hand while he spoke, his defined muscles pressing into my skin. I looked up at him in awe, my cheeks heating up as I nodded lightly.
I froze for a second, he really was pretty and it was a shame that he was taken. That and that I wasn’t actually into him. It was a shame that even though my face heated up at the proximity, my usual snarky demeanor dropping, there were no feelings that flooded me except for the wish that I could swap him with Kei.
I shook the thought from my head as quickly as it entered and quickly detangled myself from his hold. I glanced off to the side, willing my face to cool down. "Sorry, I'm so clumsy," I laughed lightly.
Just as Tobio's hold released me, a colder grip wrapped itself around my wrist harshly. "Excuse us," Kei’s voice came out clenched and before I could register his face or even turn back to catch Tobio's reaction, I was dragged away through the crowd.
"What the hell!" I tried to shout, to yank my arm back. I was only met with silence, his grip tightening as he continued to drag me along.
I caught a glimpse of his face as he expertly weaved through friends and strangers alike, no one paying either of us mind as we passed them. His eyes were fixed forward, eyes trained on something I couldn't quite see yet. His jaw was clenched so tight that I swore I could see every muscle of it outlined through his skin.
My back met the door of a closet, only a split second after I’d seen it, as he shoved me inside. I watched him glance over his shoulder briefly, making sure no one noticed as he slipped in after me.
I waited for the door to close and the second it did, soft light from the bulb hanging above me filling the room, I shoved him as hard as I could. Pride filled me as he stumbled slightly from the force but I couldn't take the time to revel in it right now.
"What is your problem?" I hissed the words at him, shoving again. He had to take a step to steady himself. "Where the fuck do you get off dragging me around like that!?" I snarled at him, going to shove him again. He easily stopped me this time, prepared for it; he snatched my wrists out of the air and pulled my body flush to his.
I froze against him. Heat filled my face again, similar to how it just had with Tobio, the proximity getting to me. I hated that my fight faded from my body as his hand came up to cup my jaw, his thumb tracing along my lower lip.
I let him part my lips gently as I stared up at him, caught under his gaze and the soft touch of his rough fingers. His eyes softened as they trained on my lips, but only for a moment. They hardened again as he made eye contact, grip on my jaw tightening. I grimaced at the feeling, eyes beginning to water.
"Don't fucking look at him like that again," a possessive growl came from his chest, vibrating against my body. It took every ounce of my willpower and strength to jerk my jaw from his grasp.
"What are you talking about?" I felt the fire flare up behind my temper. I matched his glare, stubbornly looking up at him in a challenge.
"Kageyama!" he nearly shouted the name and quickly lowered his volume as he realized it. "Kageyama and you giving him that fucking look."
The words fell out through clenched teeth as he pressed my into the wall. His hand wrapped around my throat, not roughly, just lightly, enough to pin me in place. I swallowed down the fire of my temper, letting it leave my eyes and flow into my cheeks. I hated how easily he could reduce me to what I was now… staring up into his eyes, drinking in the golden sunlight of them and knowing that I would regret it the second I looked away.
"This look," Kei's fingers tilted my head towards him more, tracing the column of my throat, his face came closer to mine, eyes soaking in every curve of my face. "The look you're only supposed to give me. The one you get when I hold you like this-"
The look I got when I was drinking in every feature I could and thinking how beautiful he was up close. Thinking about how much I was going to hate when he let go.
"The one that tells me you're mine," he growled in frustration again and the softness that had started to creep into his eyes left again. "Don't fucking look at him like that again." He pressed me harder against the wall, lips falling to your neck. "Promise me."
My eyes fluttered shut as I held on to the last shreds of my resistance. "What am I supposed to promise?" I refused to let myself fully give in to him yet.
"That you're only going to look at me like that," his words were as rough as his hands were as he grabbed at my clothes, attempting to push them off my body. "Only fucking me." I whimpered as his hands dragged me impossibly closer to him.
The sound of something crashing from the other side of the door made reality crash down on me with it. What was I doing?
My hands found purchase on his chest again, and again as I roughly shoved at him. "Don't tell me what I can and can't fucking do," I growled as he stumbled back, his touch leaving a searing pain in its absence. "I'm not fucking you in this closet at a party full of our friends."
He quickly moved in front of the door as I reached for it and I groaned in exasperation. "Fucking move, you stupid lamppost."
"Please." My eyes snapped up to meet his as the word fell from his lips. My anger seemed to falter as I took in the pleading look in his eyes. "Let's leave here then." I couldn't reply, my eyes only widened as his hands came up to cup my face, thumbs softly stroking across my cheeks as he kept my face tilted up at him. "Just come home with me."
His voice was soft and it seeped through every crack in my already feeble resistance, filling me up as my heart squeezed in my chest, willing me to walk away from this back and forth we had.
"Please, y/n, come home with me." The nail in the coffin of my heart. I nodded without thinking and then I was being pulled out of the closet and back through the crowd.
His grip on me was softer this time, an arm wrapped around my waist rather than fingers gripped around my wrist. Guiding instead of dragging. I couldn't take my eyes off him, everything else was merely a blur as we wove towards the front door and then to his car.
I finally came to as we stopped at a red light two streets away from Aiko's house. The leather of the seat stuck to my bare thighs as I stared out the window. Neither of us dared to speak, tension so thick in the air as we almost didn't even acknowledge each other's presence. Almost. His palm lay heavy on my thigh, fingers sprawled across it, burning through my skin.
I let him drag me out of his car when it was stopped and up the path to his dark house. Every step I took, I ignored the same part of my brain begging me to run from what was stirring inside of me. To leave before the last of my will to hate Kei broke away.
The second that the door locked behind us both, his lips were on me again. It was bruising movements as he nipped at my lips, invaded my mouth with his tongue. He lifted me easily into his arms and carried me down the hall. Every one of my senses were flooded with him.
I inhaled his cologne with every breath I took, the scent dizzying to me as he swallowed the soft moans I let slip out. My back hit the door of his room and he supported me with one arm under my ass as his other reached blindly for the handle.
He ground his hips desperately into mine as he opened the door, the heat in my core slowly flooding my whole body, craving more of his touch. My doubts were suffocating me but all I could do was kiss him more as he slammed the door shut and pushed me back against it.
He dropped me back to the ground and pushed me to my knees without a word. My legs didn't give much of a fight as I fell easily, his hand coming to cup my jaw roughly to keep my head against the wall and at eye-level with the bulge in his pants.
His thumb pressed between my lips, dragging and hooking onto my lower teeth to pull my mouth open. My tongue brushed across the top of his nail and he groaned in response.
His eyes hungrily watched my lips as I ignored every protest my brain was making about letting him get away with this. His free hand gripped the neck of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in a fluid motion.
I trailed with the hem of his shirt, my eyes traveling up his torso, drinking in every ripple in his muscles as they flexed under his movements. When he was free of his shirt, as much as I could stare at his body all day, I made sure to bring my eyes back to his face, where I truly couldn't help myself from always looking.
My fingers fumbled with the button on his pants, undoing them as quickly as I could without letting my eyes leave his face. I pushed them down with one hand as the other immediately wrapped around the length of him, easily pumping up and down. He stepped out of his pants as I did, kicking them to the side as his hips involuntarily bucked towards me.
I felt his thumb leave my mouth and I licked out, tongue wetting my lips along with his tip. He responded with a hiss at the sudden sensation and his hands quickly wound themselves into my hair.
Impatience flooded both of us and I quickly wrapped my lips around him, sucking him in the way that I'd grown accustomed to. My tongue stroked along the familiar veins running down the bottom of his cock as he pressed further into my mouth. His head fell back as a soft moan left his lips, his fingers tightening their grip.
I whined around him as he pulled lightly on my hair and bucked into my mouth again. "Fu-fuck," he moaned, looking back down at me and hardening his gaze, any softness he wanted to treat me with leaving his features. "Do that again."
It was a command I followed, moaning around him again, sending vibrations up his length as he held my head against the wall, thrusting against my gag reflex. Tears sprung to my eyes as the entrance of my throat clenched around his tip. Kei moaned again and pulled my hair.
"Come on, I know you can do better than that." A smirk pulled onto his lips as he ushered in the challenge, pulling back from my mouth a little bit, so his cock rested comfortably on my tongue. "Do better."
One of his hands left my hair and tapped on my cheek lightly as I hollowed it out, sucking gently on him. His eyes were locked onto my own watery ones, refusing to leave them.
"Fuck you look so pretty like this." I whimpered at the roughness of his voice compared to the words that it formed and my jaw went slack for him. Open for him to use.
He thrust back in quickly, reveling in the way some of the tears in my eyes started to fall as he hit the back of my throat again. My chest heaved as I tried to relax my throat, to ease the ache, and he pushed further in.
My eyes squeezed shut and my throat involuntarily tried to push him back out. My head tried to jerk backwards but the wall behind me and his grip on my hair refused to let me move even an inch.
He thrust hard a few times, spit collecting around the corner of my lips, mixing with the tears that dripped down my cheeks as I gagged around him. "Yeah, fuck, like that," he groaned but pulled back lightly, leaving his tip in my mouth.
I coughed and sputtered, gasping in air from the small space he left me. But the panting coming from him above me sent heat pooling between my legs despite trying to catch my breath. I willed myself to look back up at him.
His face was flushed a pretty pink as his eyes watched the drool fall from my lips, down the length of his cock, and onto my chest. The look of him there, so enraptured by me, made me stick my tongue out more, trying to open wider for him.
He thrust in again, picking up a fast pace. Gags and obscene noises were pulled from my throat. My tears ran hot down my cheeks, my body contracting as I gagged, more of my saliva soaking his cock.
His tongue poked out of his mouth as he held onto my hair tighter with one hand, the other running through his own hair, mussing it while he moaned loudly. His head was dropped forward, eyes locked onto my face as he fucked my mouth.
"Look so fucking hot on your knees for me." I let out a strangled whimper and he growled out as he felt the sound travel up his length. "Fuck, only ever look at me like this." I made a pathetic attempt at nodding up at him and he breathed out a laugh, picking up his pace. My lungs burned as he narrowed his eyes and got rougher with his thrusts, like he remembered why he was mad in the first place. "Never going to fucking look at him like this."
He let out another loud moan while he abused my throat, losing a bit of control to his thrusts. I lifted my hand, prepared to tap out of the assault. He stopped on his own accord before I got the chance.
He pulled away from me quickly and I realized how much his grip had held me in my place. My hands braced on my knees as my body fell forward. I gasped around the saliva falling out of my mouth and down my chin, mixing with my tears.
His hand wrapped around my elbow and hauled me to my feet before I could clear my head. The ache in my knees caused them to buckle when my weight was set on them and I knew that I would fall if he wasn't supporting me. I only had to deal with being on my feet for a few seconds before they left the ground again as he tossed me onto the bed.
His hands were back on me before my body could stop bouncing onto the mattress from the force. Roughly gripping my hips and easily tearing my clothing from my body.
"So fucking gorgeous like this," he praised softly as his hands trailed from my hips to my thighs. His hands changed again, from their soft grazes to a rough grip on the backs of my thighs as he spread them, hooking my knees over his elbows.
I squealed in surprise, head feeling dizzy from his treatment as he yanked me towards him with hands on my waist. My eyes fluttered, moaning as I heard him spit onto my exposed cunt.
I had barely registered the feeling before I felt him slam his entire length into me with a single thrust. My eyes flew back open and a loud, squealing gasp left my lips, my nails finding home digging into his forearms.
"Fu-fuck. K-Kei," I stuttered as his head fell forward with an elongated curse of his own.
"Feel so fucking good around me," he didn't even give me a second to catch my breath before he was pulling out and slamming his hips back into mine again. The angle was just right and my vision got blurry as I immediately started to feel my orgasm building.
He offered me no mercy as he battered against my g-spot, his pace fast and rough, unforgiving as unfiltered moans fell from my lips.
"Kei!" I cried out, my grip tightening as I felt my back arch, pressing my chest closer to him. "Kei fuck- I'm gon-" I was cut off by the form of my own half-moan, half-scream that tore from my throat as he fucked into me even harder at my declaration.
"Fucking already?" condescending as he let out a scoff, the bite of it was taken away by the moan that left his lips immediately after it. "Fucking cum on my cock then baby," he permitted, "cum the way that only I can make you."
His grip on my waist dragged me down, across the bedsheets to meet every thrust he gave and I whined at the possession he had over me.
A slew of curses rolled off my lips, slurred by my own saliva and my tongue that couldn't quite cooperate with me, as I felt my entire body tense up. I clamped down around him and his eyes squeezed shut, determined to keep his pace and angle.
I could barely feel it as my back arched off the bed, my head falling backwards as my orgasm crashed into me like a freight train. One of his arms moved to keep my back arched like that, giving him a deeper angle as his pace, his roughness refused to let up, fucking me through my orgasm.
The sound in my ears felt muffled, but I could still hear the wet slap every time his hips met mine again. The sounds got progressively louder, sloppier as I gushed around him. My orgasm didn't even make him pause. The tip of his dick brushed against my g-spot with every thrust into me.
It felt like he was trying to get even deeper inside of me as I clawed at his arms and choked on moans and cries of pleasure. I wasn't sure if that goal was possible, but damn did he try.
"You take me so fucking well." My body clenched up again at the praise he pushed out through his teeth. "Yeah," he responded to my body, "you like being told that?"
His eyes held mine and I could almost pinpoint an emotion behind them that I couldn't read. Almost but not quite, not having the time to focus on it as he gave me another particularly hard thrust. My head fell to the side again and I waited for his next comment. Waited for the degradation that came from him every time we fucked.
"Prettiest fucking thing I've ever seen," he growled out and a gasp ripped from my lips. I swore I must have misheard him.
As if he could read my mind, he leaned forward, his chest pressing against mine. One of his hands came up to grip my jaw, bringing my face back to his, forcing me to hold his eye contact.
"Cum again pretty girl, give me another one." And with the way he was looking at me, the words falling from his lips against mine as he continued his rough pace... my body had no choice but to comply.
I tumbled over another edge that I hadn't even registered being close to. My vision of him blurred out around the edges, white spots decorating the image. He swallowed every moan I gave with breathtaking kisses and reciprocated with moaned praises into my mouth.
"Just like that baby," he cursed as he fucked me through my orgasm, trying to draw it out. "So fucking beautiful for me." He let out a broken moan and his thrusts started to get sloppy. "All mine." He possessively gripped onto me, his voice begging for me to comply, to corroborate.
"All yours," I whimpered back through a moan.
I kissed him again as I registered his own muscles tightening up, his length twitching inside of me. The moan that he let flow into my mouth was high-pitched and broken. Pulling my body impossibly tighter to his, I felt him paint my insides with his own orgasm.
He collapsed onto me for a second before rolling off, disconnecting our bodies as he did so. We both laid there in almost silence, our legs dangling off the bed and chests heaving as we were surrounded by the sound of both of us trying to catch our breath.
As my vision cleared up, the tingly feeling in my body had begun to be replaced with something else. The tightening in my chest as I thought about the words that had fallen from his lips. Words I desperately wanted to be said with love. But I knew better.
I knew that tomorrow we would see our friends and he would pretend that he didn't know where the bruises that littered my skin were from. I would lie for him. Tomorrow, he wouldn't even look my way as I watched his every movement and hung onto every sarcastic comment that left his tongue.
I couldn't do this anymore. Let myself be confused by this. By him. I needed to stop thi-
"I don't need anyone else seeing you like this."
My eyes snapped open and my head turned to look at him, so quickly that I was sure I heard my neck crack. That was the least of my concerns. I didn't even remember my eyes having fallen closed or hearing his body shift so that he was looking at me.
9 simple words.
That was all it took to reignite the hate in my veins for the man next to me. I pushed myself up, ignoring the scream from every fiber in my body at the movements.
"Yeah, I get it Tsukki," I whispered it, shaking my head as I searched for my underwear first. I spotted the fabric and made for it. "Don't want anyone else to see me under them and looking like at them like that and-"
I cut myself off as I slipped back on my underwear, furrowing my eyebrows at why my vision was blurry again. I could hear him shift behind me but my focus was on my hand as it came away from my cheeks, wet. Tears. Great. I clenched my teeth and brushed away all the wetness I could and worked on finding my bra next.
"That's not-" Kei groaned and I heard his feet hit the floor as he got off the bed, "y/n would you wait a second," his voice was softer than usual but I refused to look up at him, spotting my bra by the door.
"Listen, Tsukishima," I clipped my bra into place and grabbed the shirt lying only a few feet away, "this has been fun, really," I sniffled and quickly hid it with a clearing of my throat, "great stress relief and you're a great fuck."
I forced the words out, letting the words freeze over as I pulled the shirt down over my torso and turned to find my shorts. Kei stepped into my path. He'd pulled his boxers back on but I was too busy to care.
Busy with holding back all my emotions. I chose one to zero in on and I let it out. "Get out of my fucking way," I growled out, fixing my eyes onto his chest with a glare, refusing to look up at his face, knowing that I would break if I did.
"Stop fucking walking around," he grabbed my upper arms to hold me in place as I tried to push past him again. "Just, would you listen to me!"
"I don't know where you get off!" I shouted then, trying to rid myself of his grasp, struggling unsuccessfully. "We're not together," I seethed and his grip loosened. "I'm not your fucking girlfriend." The words burned as I spit them out and I barely registered his arms dropping away from me.
"What makes you think that you can tell me what to do!?" I shoved at his chest and he took a step back. I spun on my heel and tried to locate the shorts I'd been wearing. "You can't fucking play with me like this," it was quieter than my shouts, but I knew he heard.
He was in front of me again in a second. This time, his hands cupped my face and forced me to look up at him. "Just give me five minutes.” The quietness of his voice made me freeze, my eyes locking with his.
Worry was written all over his face, pouring from his furrowed eyebrows to his glazed over eyes. It drifted past his lightly parted lips, to the tensed up muscles of his body as he stood rigidly in front of me. It seeped from his hands holding my face softly and contaminated me too.
His worry kept my eyes locked on his and my body frozen in place. Stopped the words in my throat and the breath in my lungs. A sudden heaviness that neither of us were used to.
"Please, don't go," he whispered, begging me. "Please just stay. For one more night."
I can't help but think my ears were faulty because I could have sworn his voice cracked the slightest before he continued.
"I know you hate me. God you have every right to. But just let me have you for one more night. I need you for one more night." My chest tightened as I looked up at him, a rush of emotions overloading me and I couldn't figure out which one to feel most. "I don't want anyone else to have you this way. To see you this way."
I chose to feel the hurt the most and opened my mouth to yell at him. He only cut me off again.
"Just shut up for a second!" He clenched his eyes shut as he raised his voice. I stopped and he sighed, opening his eyes again. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" he swallowed and slowly re-established the eye contact he'd broken.
"I'm trying to tell you, but I don't know how," he let out a frustrated huff of air and I could swear that there were tears starting to form in his golden eyes. "You have to understand," he begged, and this time I knew his voice definitely cracked, "I've never done this before." He looked down at me with such a softness that I could feel every ounce of hatred starting to leave.
"Stop looking at me like that," I whispered, pleading with him as I tried to grasp onto the feeling of hating Tsukishima Kei. The feeling that was slipping through my fingers. The one feeling that had been protecting me from him.
"I can't," he sighed and started again.
"Y/n, I don't want anyone else to see you the way that I see you. to see how you nibble on your bottom lip when you're trying to keep up with taking notes in class. To see how you look when your fingers subconsciously change your hairstyle at least three times a day. And every time I look back at you it's like something about you has changed because of it.
"I don't want anyone else to look at you the way that I do, to see you in every state and still be filled with the same feelings. To live off of your need to reply to every sarcastic word I give you with one of your own. I don't want anyone to struggle to gather their thoughts around you the way that I do. I don't want anyone to steal glances at you when you're not paying attention."
He groaned in frustration as I looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to process what he was saying to me. "Dammit!" he shouted and turned his head to break the eye contact again. But his hands never left my face. "It pisses me the hell off that I can't stop fucking looking at you," he turned his head back to look at me again.
"Please don't leave yet," he whispered the plea, leaning down to bring his forehead to mine. "I don't fucking hate you." His eyes searched mine for confirmation, for resistance as he went to close the gap between our lips. I didn't offer any. I let my eyes fall shut as his lips brushed against mine softly. "I fucking wish I did."
I gasped into his kiss as his hands cupped my face softly. He didn't make me lean up far to kiss him like he usually did, instead bending to my height, meeting me where I was, molding his body to mine instead of the other way around. His body trying to beg me to stay. He didn't have to. I wasn't leaving.
The warmth that was filling my body was different than the usual heat that came when he touched me. His hands that usually seared their brands into my skin now smoothed over my body and left a softer warmth in their wake. A feeling that spread across my skin like wildfire without any pain, consuming me from the outside before filling up my insides.
His hands fell from my face and traced softly down my sides until they rested on my hips, drawing me closer. "Please," he mumbled against my lips as his fingers found the hem of my shirt. I stepped back and pulled the shirt from my body before finding my way to his lips again.
"Wanna show you," he whispered the words into my lips before moving to my neck, kissing the skin softly. The feelings that were gracing my skin left me gasping for air, completely foreign coming from him. Foreign but completely welcome.
His fingers unclipped my bra clumsily, none of his usual smoothness present as his fingers trembled against my bare skin. Like it was the first time he was touching me. His grip came to my ribs, his fingers splaying out, covering as much space as they could as if trying to touch every inch of my skin.
"Kei," I moaned his name softly as he kissed across my collarbone. He brought his face back to meet my eyes and I could see his Adam's apple bob as he gulped nervously. "Please," I whispered. It was the permission he needed. He connected our lips again, desperately parting mine with his tongue as he deepened our kiss.
He guided me easily back to his bed with a tenderness he'd never shown me before, easing me onto the mattress before climbing over me.
He hovered for a moment, eyes following as his fingers traced down my side to my hips to hook around my panties. His eyes burned into my skin as he looked at me silently, and I had to force myself to stay put, to ignore the need to curl away from the intensity of it.
"You're so beautiful." My eyes glassed over again and I was glad he didn't see it as he pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder. His fingers passed over my skin lightly, his lips following, pressing soft wet kisses to my torso that had me letting out quiet breathy moans.
"I swear I was made just for you," he whispered as he pressed a final kiss into the divot of my hip. My hips bucked lightly towards him, a gasp leaving my lips at the mix of his words and the attention to the sensitive spot. He pulled down my panties and his boxers quickly, moving to hover over me again.
His lips connected to mine again and I wound my arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer to me as he lined himself up with my entrance. "I love you, y/n," he whispered the confession against my lips, letting me breathe it in as he pushed into me slowly.
The feeling of him filling me up again left both of us moaning into each other's mouths, unable to tell which sound was elicited from me and which came from him. It had only been minutes since he was last inside of me, but this time, it felt so much different.
I let the last sliver of hatred for Tsukishima Kei slip out of my system as he moved slowly against me. Drawing out as he pushed his tongue inside of my mouth and drinking in my moans as he pushed back in, slowly.
"Could never feel as good as I do with you," he whispered, one of his hands lifting my hips slightly, changing the angle he pushed into me at.
"Fuck Kei," I gasped out at the sensation, head falling back against the pillows as the head of his cock brushed against my g-spot.
"Nothing sounds as sweet as when you say my name," he whispered into my neck as he repeated his motion, pulling another soft moan of his name from my lips.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he groaned, head falling into the crook of my neck as he panted against my skin. I could feel his weight shift, he tried to keep it mostly off of me while trying to ensure as much of our skin touched as possible. "You're an angel sent to me," I felt myself tighten around him as I gasped and he let out a soft moan.
"Kei," I whined as I felt his fingers find their way to my clit, dipping to collect some of our combined arousal before rubbing tight circles around it. "Please."
I whimpered as I felt my orgasm start to build from the way his cock brushed perfectly against my insides in a steady rhythm. Soft curses and moans fell from my lips as he continued the languid pace, no rush between us this time, just letting our bodies fit together on their own terms.
"I'm all yours," he mumbled into my ear. I turned my head and caught his lips with mine again, open-mouthed kisses mixing the sounds of our moans. "Please, let me be all yours," he begged into my mouth and I nodded mindlessly. He pulled away a fraction, "just say the words," his voice cracked as I felt his thrusts stutter.
"Mine," I whispered back, kissing him again. I gasped as I tightened my arms around him. "You're mine," I whimpered and his fingers picked up their pace between our bodies. My back arched up into him and I whined into the kiss, feeling myself start to tip over the edge.
"Cum with me, please," he begged, voice whining into my mouth as he sent us both tumbling over. My body tensed up, tightening around him as his hips lost their rhythm and he spilled into me.
He held himself inside of me with a grip on my hips as he continued to kiss me. He kissed me as I settled from my dizzying release, all of our emotions crashing over us both.
When he finally pulled out and rolled off of me, I was still panting for air. Trying, still, to get a grasp on what had just happened as emotion after emotion tidal waved over me.
"Please," he whispered, and I looked over at him - really looked at him.
His blond hair was damp and messy, sticking up in a way that I was sure only I was allowed to see. His golden eyes were watching me carefully through the frames of his glasses, slightly glazed over but analyzing my movements like they always did.
His face was softer than it usually was, like it was when he was listening to music and thought no one else was around. There was no glare that furrowed his eyebrows together, not even the smirk that I loved so much was painted on his lips. The lips that were panting just like mine.
The ones that had spilled the words 'I love you' just minutes ago.
His fingers finding mine brought me back to reality again. "Please stay with me," he begged, I realized that he still thought I was going to leave as his fingers wove into mine, gently squeezing.
"I know that I'm hard to love," he whispered, water gathering in the corners of his eyes, "but please, please stick it out." He refused to break eye contact as I let him pull my body closer gently. "I swear that I'll be better."
I sighed and moved closer to him, settling my head under his chin. You could feel his body tense for a second before his arms wrapped around my frame.
"For someone so intelligent," I whispered, letting my fingers trace along his collarbone, watching the goosebumps that appeared under them, "you really can be such a dummy." I sighed and kissed his skin softly, pressing one to every small freckle on his skin that I could see.
"I never hated you." You mumbled out and lifted your head to look him in the eyes again, so he could see the sincerity in them as you said your next words.
"I've always loved you Tsukishima Kei," I pressed my lips to his and we both let out the breaths that we'd been holding, our emotions flooding into the kiss. "Only you."
Bonus:
I sat on the bench in the mall quietly, my knees pulled up to my chest and my face resting in my hands as I watched an excited Shouyou pull his girlfriend up to an ice cream cart as she wore a faux-annoyed look on her face, only smiling at him when she thought no one except he was looking. I smiled and tugged on the sleeves of the oversized jacket I was currently sporting, the one that was sizes too big for me and smelled of my favorite scent.
I sighed and stood up slowly, letting my limbs untangle themselves and my jacket fall down over my leggings. I'd gotten here earlier than I'd meant to, which meant that I was stuck third-wheeling with Shouyou and Amaya while I waited for the rest of our ragtag group to appear.
I didn't have to wait long before Aiko was slinging an arm around my shoulder and pinching at the loose fabric of the jacket with two fingers.
"Whose is this?" She questioned, tilting her head as she inspected it. "It looks really familiar," I laughed a little and went to answer, only to be cut off by another voice.
"Yeah, I feel like I've seen it before," Tobio was now standing on the other side of me with a thoughtful look on his face as he joined Aiko in the inspection of the item of clothing.
"It's mine," Kei's emotionless statement sent all four of our present friends into what I was sure was a short circuit. It only heightened the effect when he pulled me back from the two by our sides and wrapped his arm around my waist, lightly pinning me against him.
"Why are you touching her?" He glared at Tobio from over my head but I laughed and lightly hit Kei's chest, calming him down as I made contact with him.
He looked down at me, a soft smile gracing his lips before he cleared his throat and his lips turned back into a straight line. The only thing still giving him away was the slightly pink tips of his ears as he pulled me further from Tobio and closer to where Tadashi was now standing with Aiko.
"When did this happen!" Aiko shrieked and I was suddenly aware that all of my friends were finally appearing just in time to gawk at Kei's arm wrapped around my waist.
I opened my mouth to try and explain but was cut off by Amaya's voice this time. "Yeah, well, we knew you were fucking, but no one thought you'd actually go public with it." My jaw dropped and Kei awkwardly cleared his throat.
I felt my face heat up as my grip on Kei tightened. "I think I kinda want some food now," I awkwardly tried to change the subject and create a getaway from the impending questions.
"I could grab some if you'd like," Tobio offered and I quickly shut it down as Kei turned to him with a glare.
"No," I laughed as I began pushing Kei lightly towards the food court, "no it's okay. We'll be back." I walked quickly away from the protesting of Tadashi and Aiko who were demanding explanations of me and let out a loud sigh as I got out of earshot. "I don't want to go back."
I looked up at Kei who was glaring over me towards Tobio still.
"Do you forget he had a girlfriend and is just being nice to me?" He froze and his glare slowly softened as his eyes trailed back to mine. I smiled as his cheeks flushed a little and he grumbled under his breath. "Still just a dumb lamppost," I teased with a smile.
He rolled his eyes as he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me in easily. The smirk that I loved so much making its way onto his lips as he towered over me. "Keep talking, you little shrimp."
Uhhh there’s some suggestive content so maybe 18+, but read at your own discretion 🦖
You and Tsukishima are academic rivals. You hate him and he hates you.. or at least you think he does…
The lecture hall buzzed with the usual low hum of students settling into their seats, but the moment you stepped through the double doors, the air seemed to shift. Your eyes immediately found him—Kei Tsukishima, slouched in his usual spot at the back, long legs stretched out, headphones around his neck, and that ever-present scowl carved into his sharp features. His golden eyes flicked up, locking onto yours for a split second before he looked away, jaw tightening like the mere sight of you was an offense.
You hated him. God, you hated him. The smug way he answered questions without even raising his hand, the way his grades always hovered just a fraction above yours, the way he never seemed to try yet always came out on top. Tsuki. That was the nickname you’d given him, dripping with venom every time it left your lips. He never acknowledged it, but you knew it got under his skin. At least, you hoped it did.
"Late again," he muttered as you passed his row, voice low and laced with that dry, condescending tone. "Some of us actually care about being on time."
"Some of us don’t need to kiss the professor’s ass to get ahead," you shot back, not even sparing him a glance as you slid into your seat two rows ahead. The tension between you two was palpable, a live wire crackling in the space that separated your desks. It had been like this for months—every class a battlefield, every interaction a clash of egos. You thrived on it, the way his words could make your blood boil, the way you could make his lips curl in that infuriating smirk.
Class dragged on, the professor droning about advanced literature theory, but your mind kept drifting. You could feel Tsuki’s gaze on the back of your neck, burning like a brand. Every time you shifted in your seat, every time you raised your hand to answer a question, you swore you could hear the faint click of his pen against his notebook, like he was taking notes on you instead of the lecture. It was unsettling, but you brushed it off. He was just obsessed with beating you. That’s all it was.
After class, you packed up quickly, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere. But as you turned to leave, Tsuki was already there, blocking the aisle with his tall frame. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—those sharp, calculating eyes—held something darker, something you couldn’t quite place.
"You missed a citation in your last essay," he said, voice flat. "Page three, paragraph two. Sloppy."
You bristled, clutching your bag tighter. "And you missed the entire point of the assignment. But hey, at least your grammar’s perfect, right?"
His lips twitched, almost a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "At least one of us has standards."
You pushed past him, shoulder brushing his arm, and the contact sent a jolt through you—anger, annoyance, something else you refused to name. "Fuck off, Tsuki."
He didn’t follow, but you felt his stare on your back all the way out the door. Little did you know, the moment you were gone, he’d retreat to his dorm, lock the door, and pull out his phone. There, hidden in a locked folder, was a gallery of photos—candid shots of you in the library, in the quad, even one from the back of the lecture hall, your head bent over your notes. His thumb would hover over the screen, breath hitching as he scrolled, his free hand already slipping beneath his waistband. He’d stroke himself slowly, eyes fixed on a picture of you biting your lip in concentration, imagining your mouth wrapped around his cock instead, your tongue tracing every inch while you glared up at him with that same defiant fire.
In his desk drawer, tucked beneath textbooks and loose papers, was a worn leather journal. Page after page filled with his handwriting—messy, frantic entries detailing every filthy thought he’d ever had about you. How he’d bend you over the library table, rip your skirt up, and fuck you raw while you spat insults at him. How he’d tie your wrists with his tie, gag you with your own panties, and make you cum so hard you’d forget every word of that essay you’d written. How he’d watch you sleep through your window, jerking off to the rise and fall of your chest, wondering what you’d taste like if he climbed in and buried his face between your thighs.
"I hate her," he’d written just last night, the ink smudged from his grip. "I hate how she makes me feel. I hate that I can’t stop thinking about her. I hate that I want to ruin her, break her, make her mine in every way that matters."
But you didn’t know any of that. To you, he was just Tsuki—the arrogant, insufferable rival who lived to get under your skin. And as you walked away from the lecture hall, you had no idea that behind those cold, golden eyes, he was already planning his next move, already imagining the next page he’d fill with your name and his darkest desires.
PAIRING - Tsukishima Kei x Reader
WC - 5.1K GENRE - smut, angst
CW - public sex, unprotected sex, marking, mentions of bruising, cervix fucking-beware of doing that irl besties, reader called slut, choking, one (1) face slap, creampie
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It had been weeks since that night. Weeks of trying to hide our escapades from our friends. Weeks of being dragged into janitor closets and empty classrooms as I walked down the halls of our university. Weeks of sneaking around with Tsukishima Kei.
At first, I had never been more relaxed. I let him fuck out his frustrations on me, always ending up with my own frustrations fucked out of me too. But, this was also the most amount of time I'd ever spend with him and it was making my head spin.
It was incredibly dizzying to see him on a regular basis and not be at each other's throats. Well - technically, it was always our bickering that led to him dragging me into the nearest available space and slamming me against a wall until neither of me could remember the start of the argument.
Degrading words were exchanged between me and Kei even more frequently than usual. The tone always took on a sexual tilt before I could even notice what I was doing.
It was the way that his eyes seemed to linger on me longer that really made me confused. The way he had no shame in being caught with his eyes lingering on my thighs exposed by my uniform skirt riding up when I reached for something or on my chest as I leaned over his desk to give something to a student on the other side of him.
Every time I caught him, my face flooded with heat in the most embarrassing ways.
I was currently making a promise to myself to stop whatever it was that the two of us were doing. To put an end to the lingering touches that were never there before. To how he more often than not sandwiched me between himself and Aiko when we were out now when before he would've sat as far away from me as possible.
I was vowing to put an end to the backseat of his car and empty parking lots in the middle of the night. To the locked janitor closets and the empty classrooms.
To put an end to the confusing relationship that was now Tsukishima Kei.
This wasn't the first time I was making this promise to myself. I was aware of that. But I was trying to convince myself that this would be the last time I made the promise. That it would stick this time.
I needed it to stick this time. Especially with the look the boy in front of me was currently giving me. He wasn't anyone special, just a boy who usually sat a few rows away from me in class.
I'd been asked to pair off in class and like always, Kei went for Tadashi and Aiko aimed to partner with me. However, this time, unlike most, the boy in front of me had stepped between Aiko and myself before we reached each other.
"Any chance you'd like to be my partner, l/n?" His smile was sweet and his ears tinged pink as he asked me the simple question. Light brown hair fell softly to frame his face and his grey eyes were nothing but kindness.
"I," he cleared his throat, "I would really like to have the chance to work with you." Shock radiated through my body and I locked eyes with Aiko over the boy's shoulder who was giving the boy her own betrayed look.
"Oh," I whispered lightly as I fiddled with the ends of my hair. I took a deep breath and let a smile slip onto my face as I went to let him down gently so that I could make my way to Aiko. "I would love to but-" I was quickly cut off by a voice that sounded from behind me.
"She already has a partner. Fuck off." I snapped my head around so quickly I thought I might break my neck. Kei was hovering above me, glaring at the boy.
I glanced over my shoulder back to Tadashi who was already making his way over to Aiko, his head shaking from side to side. I could see the way his shoulders fell in what he could only assume was him sighing in exasperation at his best friend.
"I'm sure Ms. Maki won't mind if I steal Ms. l/n just this once," he tossed a smile over at Aiko and went to step toward her, intent on asking her permission. He was cut off just like I was.
"Actually, l/n is my partner," Kei tilted his head lightly, a sarcastic smile pulling at his lips tightly. "So," the sweet boy looked back to Kei in shock, "like I said," he bent forward a little bit, his face leveling with the boy in front of us both and dropping his smile, "run the fuck along."
The boy rolled his eyes but turned to leave anyway. My tongue poked at the side of my cheek in annoyance but I waited for the boy to be out of earshot before I slowly turned to face the constant source of my irritation.
"Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me." Each word was paired with a sharp shove to his chest - not that it did much to move him, but it did make me feel a little bit better. He was rolling his eyes at my actions as I continued on. "What is your problem?" I was seething, staring up at him in frustration.
I went to shove him again but he caught my wrist just before I made contact. I scowled as he tugged me closer, leaning down to speak lowly to me. "Shove me one more time. I dare you."
"Screw off," I snatched my wrist away and turned to make my way toward Aiko. "Let's go Aiko," I muttered, anger still radiating off of me, "the stupid fucking lamppost is pissing me off again," I raised my voice just loud enough that the insult could be heard by the boy it was meant for. And then I watched in horror as Aiko stayed in place. "Aiko?"
"I think I'm going to partner with Tadashi this time," she smiled brightly at me like she didn't just stab daggers through my entire back. "It might give you and Tsukki a chance to work on your anger issues."
I stood in shock trying to process what she'd said. I hated her. Oh I hated her so much.
"Try not to break my best friend, 'kay Tsukki?" She smiled as she called the tease with a head tilt. Fake sweetness from my conniving best friend.
"I swear, I'm giving that boy from Seijoh college your number," I threatened and saw her face momentarily pale before she waved off my threat, disappearing into the hallway with Tadashi. "I hate them," I growled the sentiment under my breath before turning back to face Kei.
"I'm going to find that boy, you," I jabbed my finger into the center of Kei's chest and went to move past him, "can partner with whoever the hell else in this class."
He chuckled lowly and it sent shivers down my spine when it was partnered by him catching my elbow. "Like hell you'll be his partner," the possessive tone that edged his voice was one I'd been getting used to coming from him. It seeped into my bones and made me freeze in place.
I tried to ignore it. The voice inside of me telling me to shut up and listen to him. Screaming at me to just sit down with him and give him the control he wanted. I gave in to the smaller voice. The one nagging, shoving the other voice into the corner, telling me to tell him-
"Go fuck yourself," I yanked my arm away from him but didn't continue towards the aforementioned boy.
Instead, I spun on my heel and out of the lecture hall doors. My best bet was to find Aiko and beg her to let me partner with her. I heard his steps following after me and I groaned in annoyance.
"What do you want?" I growled it at him, not even bothering to turn my head to him.
Before I could get even one step further down the hall, I was spun and slammed against the wall. A gasp left my mouth as the sting on my back registered.
Kei stood in front of me now, his breath fanning my face as his arms caged me against the wall. "You're not fucking going off to be with someone else," his voice held anger, tinged with something I couldn't put my finger on and for the briefest second, I felt my chest tighten and beg me to give in.
I refused to listen.
Instead, I felt my eyes widen as I frantically glanced up and down the emptying hallway. "Are you fucking crazy!" I whisper-yelled at him, laying both of my palms on his chest to try and shove him away. "Anyone could fucking see us here!"
He wasn't even phased by my pushing as he moved to press his lips to the curve of my ear. "If you fucking care so much, then why are you so turned on?" The deep vibrations of his voice sent shivers down my spine. I hated that he could tell how I was feeling without even touching me.
I opened my mouth, mind set on retaliating, but the words died on my tongue, breathing faltering as I felt his lips graze the base of my ear, tongue poking out to prod at the spot. My palms on his chest quickly turned into fists, gripping his shirt to steady myself. His mouth moved, teeth coming to nip at the sensitive skin under my jaw. A needy whine betrayed me as it slipped through my lips.
He chuckled into my neck. "Pathetic." His hands were quickly removed from the wall. One arm wrapped around my waist, bringing my body flush with mine. His mouth was still adhered to my skin as his other arm guided both of us down to the nearest door - one that I was familiar with.
Kei released me easily, shoving me into the empty classroom. I stumbled slightly but caught myself against the wall before I could fall.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" my senses seemed to return now that his hands and lips weren't on me anymore. I glared at his back as he went about shutting and locking the door.
"I hate listening to your fucking voice." He had turned back to me and crossed the space easily, a large palm coming to cover my mouth as he pinned me back to the wall, lips reattaching to my neck.
my eyes fluttered shut as he sucked harshly on the skin he caught between his teeth. I sucked in a sharp breath through my nose as his other hand lifted one of my legs with a grip on my thigh, bringing it to curl around his body, giving him access to grind his hips into mine.
I let a muffled moan out against his palm and my own hands tangled into his blond hair. He groaned against my skin when I tugged. His hands moved further up my thigh, dragging my skirt with it.
"You think you'd learn your fucking place already," his voice vibrated against my skin, moving as his mouth did to the base of my throat. His teeth pulled lightly at the thin skin before closing his lips to suck at it, intent on leaving a mark.
His fingers dug into my skin harshly, my cheeks, my thighs. He ground his hips deeper to mine and I tried not to moan at the heat and hardness centered in his pants and how it felt against me.
"You act like you don't come running to get fucked by me every chance you can." He nipped again at the sensitive skin he'd just marred, pulling back to admire his work. "Like these bruises on your skin don't mark you as mine." The possessiveness shot straight to my core.
His fingers released my thigh and gently brushed over the newly forming fingerprints mixing with the fading ones that littered my thighs. All from Kei.
In a single motion, his palm left my mouth and wrapped around my other thigh. He lifted me up off the ground and pinned me back against the wall as my legs instinctively wrapped around him.
"Fuck," my breath faltered as his hips slotted against mine better, letting me feel him better through his slacks and the thin fabric of my panties.
Heat pooled into my center, no doubt beginning to soak my panties as his fingers left rough bruises in their paths up and down my thighs and knees. "I fucking hate you."
It was a weak sentiment with the way my nails dug into his biceps, leaving scratches down them. My voice was breathy, shaky, and my head was thrown back against the wall, opening my neck for the assault from his lips and teeth.
Another whiny moan fell from my lips as his bruising grip found its way to my ass. Palms cupped my ass, fingers digging into my inner thighs from behind, pulling so tight that my cunt spread for him.
"Tell me how you hate me," he breathed the words into my ear as more moans fell from my lips, my body begging to have the clothes between us removed, "go on. Get it out again through those little moans," he was condescending, a familiar tone I loathed. It sent another wave of heat rushing through my core as he pulled me away from the wall.
He walked us both over to the nearest desk, splaying my body out for him as he leaned over me and finally connected my lips. His fingers sloppily undid the buttons on my shirt as he kissed me, trying to expose more of my skin.
A moan slipped into the kiss from him as my hand moved from his arm to rub the prominent bulge in his slacks. He was quick to grab both my wrists in a bruising grip and pin them down to my sides. "Keep your fucking hands to yourself." I whined at the command against my lips.
Pathetic. I lectured myself internally only to be distracted as his lips left mine to find my neck again. He trailed down my neck to my collarbone. Wet kisses and small marks left proof of his path as my hips bucked against my will, trying to find the friction he kept out of my reach.
"Fucking hell, Kei," I groaned as he trailed across my chest, bruising up any skin he could. "Not so many marks," my complaint was quickly met with a slap against my inner thigh that made me squeal.
"Shut the fuck up," he enunciated his annoyance with an eye roll before detaching his lips from my skin. He pulled me to sit up on the desk and I watched as he quickly sank to his knees between my thighs with a smirk. "Try telling me you hate me."
His cocky tone made me want to slap him right there. Before I could even lift my hand, he buried his lower face between my thighs. I gasped as his hot tongue pressed to my center through the already damp fabric of my panties.
"Fu-fuck," I stumbled over the curse as I gripped the edge of the table he'd placed me on. His glasses fogged from the heat that pooled between his mouth and my cunt, but I could still see the way his golden eyes kept locked with mine, the ministrations of his lower face hidden by my hiked up skirt. I could feel the vibrations of his laugh against me and as his fingers pulled my underwear to the side for himself. "I fucking - hah!" I cut myself off with a high pitched moan.
His lips expertly found my clit and sucked harshly. My legs tried to clamp shut but were quickly stopped by his fingers gripping my knees, keeping me spread for him. He was, no doubt, leaving more bruises. But with the way he was switching from flicking my clit with his tongue to sucking it between his lips, I couldn't bring myself to think about anything besides making sure the noises I were making didn't get too loud.
"You wanna cum?" He asked it against my core, eyes scrutinizing me through foggy glass as he watched my eyes screw shut, my mouth hanging open as I panted in air.
I wasn't sure if it was my whitening knuckles against the table that gave it away or the way I was failing to stop my hips from grinding against his face. He knew it from the way my thighs clenched, my clit twitching against his lips, my eyelids looking heavier.
I nodded my confirmation anyways, thoughtlessly bobbing my head up and down as I felt him smirk. His mouth slipped ever-so-slightly lower and I felt his tongue dip into my entrance. A long moan was ripped from my lips as one of my hands wound its way back into his hair, tugging desperately.
"Look at me," his command was muffled but I instantly pried my eyes open to try and stare at him.
He made a point to louden the noises he was making, loving the way my cheeks reddened when he did. The sounds of him slurping up all the wetness from me that he could was one of the lewdest sounds I'd ever heard, but I nearly came on the spot just from watching him.
He hiked my skirt up higher so that I could see where his mouth connected with my core, his tongue dipped into me to encourage my wetness into his mouth. He pulled away slightly, keeping eye contact with me, letting me watch as he drooled all the wetness he'd slurped out, right back onto my clit.
The feeling of the wetness sliding along my slit had a needy whimper falling from my mouth. The way he looked at me, held eye contact as my vision flicked between his eyes and where his tongue nearly touched my clit, my juices and his saliva still dripping from it.
"This all for me?" It was a taunt, not a question, but I answered it like one anyways as he reattached his lips to my clit.
"Yesyesyesssss," I slurred them together, my head nodding frantically, blurry eyes focused on how his tongue worked against me, poking out through smirking lips. "Please, please, need t'cum," I whined out my plea, my hand trying to press his face deeper against me.
I was desperate. The heat inside of me was building rapidly, about to explode, my moans pitching up... only for it all to be ripped away as he quickly deprived me of any and all touch.
"What the fuck," irritation seeped through my voice, quick reminders of why I hated him flooding my senses. "I swear to fucki-"
"Shut up," he growled in annoyance, not even fully standing as he shoved me back into a lying position again. He undid his pants quickly, shoving them and his boxers down just enough to free his cock. I didn't get to see it before he pressed it to my entrance. His fingers kept my panties out of the way as he bucked his hips, sliding his cock through my lower lips, coating himself in the combination of my wetness and his saliva.
This stupid little cunt is all mine." He thrust his cock into me as he growled out the last word, possessiveness pushing him to bottom out in a single thrust.
All the air in my chest left quickly as I clamped down around him, whimpering at the stretch of his initial penetration that never seemed to go away, no matter how many times he fucked me.
A low groan left his lips as his hands clamped onto my hips, bruising them as his head fell into the crook of my neck. His hair tickled my ear and his breath fanned across my throat. "Oh fuuuck," he drew it out breathily, voice vibrating against my throat, "still so fucking tight."
I still hadn't caught my breath when he began to set his pace, deep and brutal like always. Starting slow, he drew every sharp gasp out of me that he could. "Fuck, Kei." I let out a high-pitched squeak as a sharp pain spiked through me when he shifted his hips, nudging against my cervix.
He lifted his head to smirk at me, taking in my form fully. "Right here?" Condescending again, he rammed his hips into the same spot again, a small scream leaving my lips as my head fell back onto the desk. "My little slut wanna get fucked hard?" my head nodded before I registered the movement and the chuckle he gave me in response sounded of nothing but danger. "Beg for it baby." He drew himself out fully, leaving only his tip in my cunt as I tried to squeeze around him.
I squirmed at the loss of fullness and a whine ripped from my throat. I abandoned all shame and let my words fall in whimpers. "Please, please Kei. Kei want you to fuck me please."
He laughed at me, his thumb coming up to graze my bottom lip. He pressed down on it, pulled it back a little before letting it pop back in place. My mouth fell open for him.
I continued to beg. "Please wanna cum on your cock, please make me cu-"
He cut me off by sliding two fingers into my mouth, pressing on my tongue. I tilted my head back for him, pushing my tongue out further and let his fingers slide in deeper. My tongue flicked up to lap at the base of his fingers. The second he felt my throat start to close, my gag reflex activating, he slammed his hips back into mine.
I let out a wet sob around his fingers as his pace became brutal. His hips pounded into mine, his tip bullying my cervix as he kept me in place with a grip on my hip. My body shuddered with shocks of pain and pleasure, the two mixing in every nerve.
The two fingers in my mouth spread, pressing down on either side of my tongue. The wet muscle was forced out of my mouth, the tip of it laying across the dip between his knuckles. He curved his fingers down, hooking them into my jaw. He used his grip to tilt my head to him, keeping it in place as drool pooled around his fingers, leaking out the corners of my lips.
"Look how fucking messy my little slut is." I whined at the sound of the possessive word and felt the coil in my core tightening again. "I can feel you fucking tightening up." He groaned at the feeling and it made him pound into me harder.
Squeaks left my throat without consent every time his tip hit against my insides. I was choking sounds out around my own saliva and his fingers, struggling to keep my eyes from rolling back.
"My little slut's cunt feels sooo fucking good." The moan that left his mouth was nearly pornographic as his grip on my hip tightened even more. The sound alone made me moan back in response.
The pain of it all was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure of him pounding into me. I needed to cum so bad. I tried to beg around his fingers but it only came out as garbled words as my vision blurred.
He recognized my struggle and granted me a bit of mercy. He dragged his fingers out of my mouth, pulling my drool with them and wiping it down my chin as he wrapped them around my throat lightly.
"Please, please, fuck, can I cum please," my words slurred as I begged, drool coating my lips as I whined. My head felt light, vision dizzy as I tried to keep a hold of myself.
"You wanna cum on my cock?" The dirty question fell from his lips in a pant as he leaned over me to hit a different angle. I let out a small scream, no longer caring about my noise level as he rammed into me, making me see stars. I nodded frantically, hands gripping his forearms desperately, trying to find something to hold on to, leaving scratches down his skin.
"This slutty little cunt is mine," he growled it in my ear and my whole body felt it as I whimpered. "Say it."
I shook my head, a last act of defiance, trying to remind myself that I hated him. His hand left my throat and his palm connected to my cheek swiftly. I clenched around him at the stinging feeling that spread through my face, pushing me closer to my release.
"Fuckfuckfuck," I cried out, whining at the feeling. "Yours," I whimpered in defeat, my words slurring again. "Yours, Kei. 's yours Kei. All yours. Fuck!"
He pulled my body flush against his, his arm winding around my waist to pin me up, off the table and against him as his thrusts got sloppy.
"Fucking - oh god - that's right," he groaned into my ear and began to suck on my neck again, another mark just under my jaw. "Cum on my fucking cock baby."
I screamed as the permission sent me spiraling over the edge. I whined out curses, words leaving my lips without thought, "'m yours Kei, all yours."
"Such a perfect little-" he cut himself off with a broken moan as he fucked me through my orgasm, my entire body tightening around his. My eyes clenched shut as I tried to stop the scream bubbling at my lips, he kept his on me as he devoured my every twitch, "my perfect little slut."
He groaned and kissed me. He swallowed my scream, his moans mixing with mine as he made a final thrust, pressing his cock inside of me and spilling his release as deep as he could.
my kiss became sloppier as we both came down from my highs. The intent was more to swallow the residual sounds we both made. The last he swallowed was my whimper when he finally pulled out, before he let my body gently back down to the desk.
I stared at the ceiling through watery eyes as I tried to shake the tingly feeling out of my head. Trying to remember why I hated him so much. I could hear the rustling of fabric and I knew it was him silently adjusting his clothes.
I blinked quietly, in shock, as he came to me next, pulling me up slowly. His eyes stayed on his own fingers as they rubbed soft, soothing circles into the bruises that lettered my thighs and hips. He wordlessly tried to ease the ache in my hips as he put them down. Soft actions that spoke against everything that Kei was to me.
I, like him, refused to make eye contact. I chose instead to watch his lithe fingers button my shirt back up for me before dragging me onto my feet. He refused to let go until I was steady again.
The two of us stood there for a second, silent except for the soft panting from both of us trying to catch our breath. The softness of both our motions had become common for this point in our interactions but neither of us had found a way to react to it yet.
"Tsukishima," I broke the silence this time. "Tell me you hate me," I mumbled it softly as his touch left me. I didn't look up, still staring at where his fingers had just been, but I heard him sigh. His footsteps traveled towards the door, away from me. But there was no answer.
I didn't see him again until the next day in class.
He'd left bruises on me where I couldn't possibly even hope to cover them with clothes and they called attention. I was having trouble looking the sweet boy in the eye, the one who came to me at the beginning of class asking if I'd reconsidered his offer to be partners.
I could feel the boy's eyes travel across the marks that had been left by the bond-haired lamppost as I informed him that me and Kei had partnered up. I felt my face heat up when I noticed how his eyes flicked to Kei, his sleeves rolled up to show off the scratches I'd left behind on his arms.
I was having trouble that day with more than just the sweet boy.
I was having trouble remembering why I hated Kei. When his golden eyes seemed to glow behind his glasses as he gave condescending looks. When his lithe fingers gripped his pencil to take notes or when he ran them through his blond hair that was way softer than it had any right to be. When his lips talked so smoothly around sarcastic comments and snarky remarks.
When the nice boy sat down next to Kei, I couldn't help but hold my breath and eavesdrop. "I'm sorry." The nice boy was whispering but I heard him clearly. "I didn't know that you and l/n were a thing."
"We're not," Kei bit back the comment too quickly and my stomach tightened. "She's not even my friend."
And there it was. That was the reason I hated Tsukishima Kei so much. The tightness that quickly spread through my body as he spoke of me with disdain.
As I thought of how his long limbs laid gracefully under his table, he denied us having any sort of connection. The feeling filling my body begged me to drop this circus I was running with him before it ended in my tears.
I needed to call it quits. Either that or find someone to use to rile him up enough that he'd stop with the soft moments. So he would stop giving me those moments of hope that he might have the same thoughts of me that I did of him.
I knew who I could use, and didn't even have to think twice about it. And I knew exactly when to use him. The party that upcoming weekend.
But until then - all I needed to remember…
I fucking hated Tsukishima Kei.
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Tambatitanis is a real dinosaur and according to Wikipedia, the first specimen was discovered in 2006 in Hyōgo Prefecture.
Written for the Haikyuu x Reader Summer Fic Exchange 2026. Thank you @sodaneko for spending so much of your time organizing! Can’t wait to read more pieces and participate again some time!
“We already tried that.”
You ignore him. Maybe if you push a different way, it will open wide enough for one of you to squeeze out.
“In case you forgot, they told us-”
“I know what they told us,” you snap without turning around. “In case you forgot, I was also here.”
“Go right on ahead and waste your energy then.”
“Can you just be quiet for a minute?”
He scoffs like it’s the rudest thing anyone has ever said to him, but at least the snarky comments stop.
There are definitely nicer, more polite ways of handling that conversation, but given the situation, you think you can be forgiven. You’re hungry, tired, frustrated, and maintenance was supposed to arrive over an hour ago. If you don’t take things into your own hands, who knows how much longer you’re going to be stuck in this elevator?
All that’s to say, you’re not exactly feeling bright and bubbly at the moment and the sarcasm isn’t helping.
When the doors—predictably—still don’t budge after more grunting and huffing, you finally surrender. It’s probably for the best, anyway. It could be dangerous—you never know when the elevator might start back up.
With a resigned sigh, you slump against the wall opposite him, sliding down against the cool metal surface until you’re sitting in a heap on the ground. You keep your gaze trained on the floor, tracing the diamond-patterned inlay with your eyes, refusing to look up at the I told you so smirk hiding behind his hand.
It was a bit exciting at first. An unexpected blip in your day to tell your friends and coworkers about then inevitably forget by the weekend. Not to mention, the man you’re trapped in here with is good-looking. Tall, lean, muscular, with a full head of blonde hair and black-rimmed glasses framing honey brown eyes. You’ve seen him in passing around the museum and always imagined him as quiet and kind, a gentle giant type.
Obviously, you were way off.
The minutes really drag when there’s nothing to do.
There’s no cell reception this far underground. Glasses barely responded to your earlier attempts at conversation. You’ve sat and waited, stood back up, sat down again. Pushing the floor buttons does nothing, walking around the car for the hundredth time has lost its appeal.
A loud gurgle cleaves through the silence—your stomach—as if you need another reminder that lunch was hours ago. You should be sitting at your desk, fighting drowsiness, still a little over-full from your meal. Not slouched here, fantasizing about the ten-don place around the corner.
At least the air conditioning is still running. The faint sheen of sweat on your forehead has dried now that you’ve stopped exerting yourself.
“Here.”
Two packets are tossed into your lap. He tears open a third, head tipping back against the wall as he tucks an almond between his lips, accentuating the long line of his neck and the bob of his Adam’s apple when he swallows.
You almost roll your eyes (of course this man eats plain, unsalted almonds), but not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, you tear in to the first pack with a quiet thanks.
It slowly makes you feel better, enough to make another attempt at conversation.
“What are those?” You point at him, and then at your own wrists. The details are hard to make out from across the elevator, but some kind of cufflinks glint on his wrists.
He brightens. “They’re Tambatitanis.”
At your blank look, he elaborates, “have you heard of Brachiosaurus? Brachiosaurus are sauropods like Tambatitanis.”
If you squint, you can make out the golden skeleton of some long-necked, long-tailed creature. “So it’s a….dinosaur?”
“Yes, it’s a dinosaur.”
“Oh. Cool! So you like dinosaurs then?”
The sigh that he lets out sounds long-suffering. “Yes, I do.” He doesn’t elaborate further, and you fall back into an awkward silence.
Finally, the emergency speaker crackles to life, causing you both to jolt upright.
“Maintenance has arrived. Everyone please stand back from the door. We’re going to turn the power off. We should have you out in a few minutes.”
True to their word, after a small lurch and some metallic groaning, the two of you tumble out. You gulp down the musty basement air as if you’ve been trapped for much longer than a few hours.
By the time you look up, he’s already disappeared into the stairwell, the door clicking shut softly behind him.
Thankfully, your manager is sympathetic enough to give you the rest of the afternoon and the next day off to recover. (You don’t end up doing much, but you’re happy for the opportunity to catch up on your shows, try a new cafe, and loosen up the knots in your muscles with a long, hot bath.)
Your mood is so good that you’re unfazed by your manager’s request to report to her office upon your return. You turn left, away from your cubicle and toward Ota-san’s office at the end of the hall. Muted conversation seeps out, the murmurs becoming more coherent the closer you get until you’re standing in front of the door, left slightly ajar.
Inside, you hear a man’s voice. “…could include fieldwork footage to get students excited about the paleontology summer camp.”
“That’s a great idea, Tsukishima-hakase! I’ll be sure to let our media tech know,” Ota responds.
You give a perfunctory knock before pushing open the door.
“Ah- here she is now.”
You greet Ota-san with a polite bow, and she beams back warmly, gesturing toward the other person in the room.
“Welcome back. This is Dr. Tsukishima Kei, curator of paleontology.”
The man stands up, turning as she introduces you, and you both stiffen in surprise. He’s in a completely different outfit, but the same dinosaur cufflinks gleam at his wrists and the same disapproving frown cuts across his face. For the sake of professionalism, you reach out to shake his hand, which he accepts with reluctance.
You’re not quite seated before Ota launches right in.
“As you know, the museum’s 150th anniversary is coming up…promotional videos with each department…highlight reel for the exhibit, maybe a ‘day in the life’ type video following our curators around…and then for children’s day, we were thinking…”
The details for the project barely register as you sit next to Tsukishima, already feeling the tension again in your neck and shoulders.
This may just be the longest assignment of your life.
Adopted a cat thinking it would be a good pet because they’re usually just on their own, quiet and behaved, but he didnt expect his cat to be so.. energetic. Despite this, he of course takes care of it like it’s his son, going so far that he would buy little dino accessories for the little guy.
Can cook to some extent!! Learns your favorite/comfort food when he has the time, especially whenever the two of you would get into a disagreement. If it was over a small thing, his pride never came down to say sorry verbally, but instead he cooks up a comfort dish of yours to make you at least feel better.
Back to the cat, he probably talks to it when no one’s around, like actually engaging on full on conversations with the cat. Of course, the cat doesn’t understand but meows back sometimes.
Spends too much time comparing brands at the store. Whenever he goes grocery shopping it’s always a battle between brands of something he’s bought like once or twice. But if it’s a staple item for him then he sticks to one brand, picks it up every time with no hesitation, doesn’t even glance back at the other brands.
Quietly clingy. Okay, cliche I know, but he seems like the type to just lay on or beside you, both of u minding your own business until you try to get up for any reason at all, he tugs on your arm or sleeve and pulls you right back down.
Owns too many books that he doesn’t read. He was performative before performative was even a thing. Aside from textbooks he actually uses, some of the books that he buys for leisure accidentally end up as decoration because he usually forgets about them. Of course, they make beautiful editions to his bookshelves, next to potted plants
Would probably collect hironos and smiskis. This one is a bit self indulgent heh, but I think he’d collect them because he resonates with them for some reason. A bit embarrassed when people point out that he’s essentially collecting toys. Loves the smiski construction series because he likes to think they’re archeologist smiskis.
Soft launch king🗣️🗣️ don’t even argue w me on this one, he likes leaving people guessing with faceless posts with you or something that would remind people of you in the frame somehow. He’d only post actual pictures of you guys on his dump account, silly dates, selfies of cuddling with you in bed, judgmental faces that he’d catch on camera.
Tags: Tsukishima x fem reader, enemies/rivals to lovers, instigator x instigator, lowkey tsundere x tsundere, partly smau but mainly written, slow burn, stereotypical ‘girly’ interests
Warnings: some swearing, please tell me if I missed something
Currently ongoing
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What happens when two seemingly polar opposites are put right beside each other in class? Reader is a talkative girl with a smart mouth. Despite her quick words, she loves romance. Tsukishima is….himself. When they’re assigned seats next to each other, will they get along?
Y/n’s POV
This week felt like it took a million years to pass. With Stingeyshima beside me in my classes, it felt even worse. Finally, though, it’s Sunday. Now I get to surround myself with my friends! I sigh dreamily at the thought, pulling myself out of bed. After I get ready I need to go to the craft store to pick some things up. I’m meeting the rest of the girls there too.
Once I’m dressed for the day, I go downstairs to see my brother and his friends already there. “Where’s mom and dad?” Kenji glances up briefly from the game he’s playing with his friends. “They’re running some errands. They left earlier this morning when I got up.” I hum softly and head to the kitchen. Their game ended and Kenji led them to the table. “You know, you’re like the best sister ever. Have I told you that recently? If I haven’t, I should do it more often because you’re sooo great.” I notice him elbowing his friends and whisper something to them. His best friend- Ritsu Sasaki- chimes in too. “Yeah, you’re always so nice, kind, and caring.” “Do you guys want something?” Kenji beams at that, “Just breakfast. Please! You’re so good at cooking and mom and dad haven’t taught me yet.” I tilt my head slightly, acting as if I’m thinking it through. “Hmm, okay.”
“This is not what I meant by the way.” I laugh slightly as I glance over at Kenji. I had pulled some old aprons I had from when I was way more into baking and everyone thought that was a perfect gift. Right now, I have him and his 3 friends in the aprons helping me cook. “What, do you think I’m your maid or something? This is a good learning moment for all of you.” I instruct one of his friends with a buzz cut to get my ingredients out. “No offense (Y/n)-san, but how is this helpful?” Sasaki is getting more and more like Kenji. At first he was more quiet, but I guess he’s been around so long that he’s grown more comfortable. “You’re not going to be a lazy bum in the future. Not if I can help it, at least.”
We make soufflé pancakes, and everyone seems pleased with their work. The group talks about whatever is happening at their school right now while I finish up my pancake. I check the time after drying my plate off. “Don’t do anything stupid while no one is here. I’m heading to that one cute craft store, and Aika’s house, so I won’t be too far away.” I grab my purse and check to make sure I have my wallet, phone, and keys. “Yeah, yeah. We’re not dumb. We’ll be inside playing video games until mom and dad come back home.” “Mkay, bye!” “Bye!” They all wave bye and I do too.
Afterwards, I head out of the house and jog to the store. Aika’s probably already there, I bet. She’s so punctual. Then again, it could be because she got her brother to drop her off.
I arrive at the same time as Kimura and Mizuno. Aika gets up from the bench she was sitting on and walks closer to us. “I’m so glad you guys are here now! I was scared I’d get charged with loitering.” “Haven’t you only been here for like, 3 minutes before us?” Kimura tilts her head slightly. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail. Aika twists one of her curls around her finger a little nervously. “Yeah, but some older couple gave me a dirty look.”
We wait a few minutes when we see Miruka and Miori walk our way. They both wave with a grin when they see us. “Hey!” “Did we keep you guys long?” We head inside as we make small talk and we all grab a shopping basket. “What do you guys plan on making?” I ask, looking at a wheel of lace before adding it to my cart. “Definitely some hair accessories. They save so many bad hair days,” Aika says, grabbing some headbands. “Oooh that’s a good idea. I’m making keychains for my bag,” Kimura adds.
Once we’re done, we head to the checkout. We ring up our items and bag them. Afterwards, we head back outside. “Wait! I told my brother to pick us up after we were done. I texted him in the store, so he should be here any minute now.” Aika placed her arm out while she was talking to stop us from walking. Soon enough, an SUV pulls up to the store and Aika’s brother- Sakuto- rolls down the window. “Get in losers, we’re going shopping.” “Sakuto, you’re not Regina George.” Aika sighs while opening the doors for us. “Ugh! Do you know what everyone says about you? They say that you’re a homeschooled jungle freak, that’s a less hot version of me!” “I should’ve never shown you that movie.” “Aika, I would’ve watched it regardless, no matter if you showed it to me or not.” He makes sure we’re all buckled before pulling off.
Aika and Sakuto look very much like each other, and their mom. They both have curly hair and light brown skin. Plus, they have matching moles on their right cheek. “Aika, you’re using me as your personal limo service, you know?” “Thanks for that, by the way.” He turns on the radio to some rock station. “Sakuto-kun! This music stinks!” Miori wails from the back, clamping her ears shut. He turns up the music more. “Huh? I can’t hear you over my music!” The rest of the ride is pretty peaceful and filled with small talk.
We got to Aika’s house and headed straight to her room. Her room is ocean themed and it’s so cute! She has jellyfish decorations around the room and led lights. “My sewing machine is on that desk.” She sets down her bags and plops down on the floor. We all lay down around her and get to work. Someone plays ‘Perfect Night’ by Le Sserafim. Everything is so perfect, especially after how the school week went.
The conversation is relatively light as we work on our crafts. We’ve all just been laughing and showing our work to each other. Mizuno and Kimura are whispering something to each other. I’m glad they’re not completely alone. It’d suck to have to third wheel a friend group. “If I tell you guys something, would you tell anyone?” Mizuno speaks up and sets her current bracelet aside. “I mean, as long as you didn’t murder someone without a reason. Or cheat on someone.” Miruka says, setting her work aside too. “No, nothing like that. It’s just…do you guys know Okuno? In class 1-5?” We shake our heads no. “Oh, well I like him, since like, my 2nd year in middle school. I hope this year he finally asks me out.” There’s a chorus of affirmation as the conversation switches to love.
“Do any of you guys have a crush?” Aika immediately averts her gaze and flushes at the question. Miori grabs her shoulder lightly and shakes it. “Oh, now you have to tell us!” “Please, I don’t want to even say I like someone yet. I just think he’s cute. Besides, we barely know each other, so it’d be kinda shallow if I said I had a crush on him.” Miruka nods while stroking her imaginary beard. “So wise, Aika.” Kimura switches her gaze to me. “You know, you and your seat mate would look so cute together.” Miori is quick to sneer. She looks at Kimura with disgust. “Seriously?! Tsukishima is such a jerk! My precious (Y/n) and him would NEVER be compatible!” She sticks out her tongue and points at it to make a point. Miruka shifts slightly with a sly grin. “I don’t know, to me it sounds like enemies to lovers.”
Mizuno tilts her head to the left. “Miruka san, are you an otaku?” Miruka scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Me? An otaku? Never! That’s such a nerdy thing to do.” Most of the girls nod in agreement. I fall back from the conversation. I can never tell them that I read shojo manga. They’d think I was a total geek! Miori already says that because I’m in an advanced class, but telling them I’m kind of an otaku would be the cherry on top.
“Anyways, though, you and Tsukishima are going to fall in love. I’m calling it now.” Miruka redirects the conversation back to me. “I’d rather die alone than even think about Tsukishima in a positive light. The only good thing about him is his friend Yamaguchi.” Miruka hums in a knowing manner. “Tonight I’m going to write it down in my journal.” My head snaps to her direction. “No, don’t!” Mizuno and Kimura look at each other with furrowed eyebrows and slightly frowns before turning to us. “What’s wrong with her journal?” “Almost everything she writes in there comes true.” Aika says, looking a little nervous and scared. “It’s cause my sister is a witch!” Miruka hits Miori in the head with a pillow.
Afterwards, everything is fine. We all talk about regular things, and my alleged love life is swept under a rug. I prop my head in my hands.“What clubs are you guys joining?” “So glad you asked.” Miruka shuffles through her work and holds up a poster. “I’m running for class president.” She passes out election pins. “Make sure to vote for me.” I smile and pin it to my shirt. “I’m taking photography. My scrapbook will be so full by the end of the year!” Aika fiddles with some paper, making an origami swan. “I’m doing choir. I heard Okuno is taking it too, so hopefully we’ll be together!” “I’ll do track. I don’t think I’ll cut my hair, though.” Kimura brings her ponytail to the front and plays with it. “Obviously volleyball.” Miori shrugs while finalizing a bracelet. “I’m going to do cheerleading again.” “Lucky, the outfits are so cute.” I smile slightly. “I know. It’s my second favorite part after the actual cheering.”
Eventually, we all pack up and leave. We say bye to Aika who walks us out until we split up. As I walk alone, I slip in my headphones. I already finished the first part of the romance audio book I got, so now I’m on part two. I get to chapter 2 when I get home. I can hear noise coming from the back, so I skip off my headphones and head to the backyard. There, my brother and his friends are playing volleyball. Kenji and Ritsu see me and wave me over. “(Y/n) san, you should be the referee.” I walk over and set my bag in a chair. “What am I even supposed to do?” They show me the poses for refereeing, and that’s what I’m stuck doing.
Two of the friends leave early, but Ritsu stays. I’m heading to my room when I glance back to see the two following me. “What do you two want?” “Sister dearest, we just want to hear the tea from girls day.” Kenji clasps his hands together and smiles. “Yes, tell us what’s happening girlfriend.” Ritsu shakes his hair. “Uh, no.” I go into my room and shut the door behind me. Once I’m out of my clothes and into pajamas, I open it again to see those two still standing out there. “I have the slideshow for how to get a boyfriend.” And Kenji looks so serious saying this. “….Just hurry your ass and get in.” I open the door for them and they skip in giggling.
The rest of the night I spent talking. Who knew talking to your little brother and his best friend could be so rewarding? They’re actually kind of funny when they’re not being too stupid. Maybe it’s his other friends who are the weird ones. It gets late though, so I kick them out to read Nana. “(Y/n)! We didn’t even go over the slideshow!” “Yeah! You need it!” I push them out and shut my door behind them. I lay down in my bed and grab Nana off of my bedside table. I could get used to this.
*Haikyuu does not belong to me, it belongs to Furudate.*
*please don’t copy my work or translate it to ai.*
